In the ancient realm there was a soul who was known widely as Hanguang-Jun.
He was known to be aloof and away from worldly beings. Seldom people knew him for who he was or what his heart truly yearned in reality.
A man who loved dearly and in retu...
Having left Gusu far behind us, Wei looks contended sitting atop of Lil'Apple as I walk by his side. A faint rattles of chains make me aware that we're not alone in this journey. He wants to be a part of this conquest and I know he's also here to protect Wei, I don't create a ruckus. We walk through the narrow mountains and I smile inwardly. This is indeed peaceful, but all too soon my steps hesitate when I hear him play his flute. More than his flute, it's the tune that he plays. The same one from before. The same which I sang for him in Muaxi Mountain.
He notices my hesitancy.
"Lan Zhan" he sounds excited "I think, I know how you recognised me!"
"Hm?" should I get my hopes high?
"If I am not wrong, this was the same music that you played for me back in Muaxi Mountain?"
"Hm"
He laughs excitedly "So if you could recognise this tune, that means no one has ever heard them?"
"No" my heart hammers.
"Who composed it?" He enquires further and this time I look at him "Me". His eyes warm and questions me "what's the name of this song?"
I look away "Not telling" my heart sinks, he does not remember.
"Well we can't have that, let me give it a name!" he thinks and then says "how about Lan Song? Or Zither? Or Zhan? Or heart?" When I don't pay heed to him, he whines and soon looses interest.
Wei Ying, I already have a name for our song and I won't accept anything else. Give it up. He's quiet and occasionally plays the flute. I must admit, he has always been an exceptional flute player. He was always good. Albeit that this bamboo is in no comparison with Chenqing but still.
Chenqing!
I wonder if I ask Jiang Cheng for Wei Ying's flute, would he hand it over? Would he be kind enough to reunite the spiritual instrument back to its master?
"Lan Zhan?" His ecstatic voice shakes me from my reverie and I look at him "hm?"
"Could you please take Lil'Apple's reigns in your hand?" He pleads.
"Why?" Lil'Apple has always been obidient, so why? "Come on Lan Zhan, save some face for me and hold his reigns" he pleads again and I oblige.
The moment I hold them, he gives me the most radiant smile and has a glazed look "Now all we need is a little one..." he mumbles and I look at him perplexed " Little one?"
"Nothing, Nothing. Just an old memory, Lan Zhan" he winks and continues to play his flute.
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Having come accross a house, we stop when Wei witnesses a bunch of watermelon placed on the shelf. He picks up one and looks at me. I am about to place some money, when we hear a group of voices. Before I could react he pulls me behind the shelves, blocking their view of us he pushes me on the ground against the hays placed there. Lying on me, my eyes widen at the way we are positioned and I glare at him. He winks and shrugs as his hair falls over his shoulders and tickles my cheeks.
