In a bustling city , a young and tall man walked amidst thr large crowd in the street. The day is snowy but hustle is people is no less thank any other day. Everyone was walking with their head down and holding onto their small devices,some even busy working in it.
And within that busy folk of people that young man walked with a lot of thoughts running through his mind though his serene face showed no trace of that making the people around him ignorant of all the dilemmas and mysteries in him.
The young gentleman has a beautiful name "Lan Zhan"....
Yes that serene gentleman is Lan Zhan,who after ascending the immortal stage has stayed in the world as it kept spinning with the wheel of time,unlike Lan Xichen who has ascended the immortal plane 800 years ago and unlike Jiang Cheng who went to earth after a ripe age of 300 years.
Lan Zhan has long passed the heavenly tribulations and now is waiting for something,anything...
After the death of Yiling Patriarch,Wei Wuxian left the world ,Lan Zhan kept waiting...waited after zombies became extinct thanks to Xichen and Nie Huaisang,waited after cultivation died and faded to obscurity,waited as cities bloomed and now in the present he still waited .
Lan Zhan has just recently bought one of those devices what this people call smartphone and didn't know why he felt a strong urge that he can operate that device.
Looking in the device Lan Zhan heaved a sigh and connected the earphone with the device. There is a single tune within that device.
...ENQUIRY...
Lan Zhan puts the airbuds in his ear and plays that single tune. The surrounding spirit had weakened exponentially in the last century but they werere still there to hear it.
Inquiry played and thousands of blue little orbs invisible to the eyes of normal people surrounded Lan Zhan in no time. And Lan Zhan once again scanned through the streets in the hope of finding a wandering spirit.
Lan Zhan had lost hope once , when Wei Wuxian first died he thought he would suffocate from the overwhelming feelings that enveloped him sincerely all those years ago.
He destroyed his home in cloud recesses,embedded the wen sigil on his heart like his precious and drunk to forget everything all to go avail. Even he doesn't know the emotions that played him,just the dismal emptiness of loss.
After Xichen helped him regain his senses,Lan Zhan vowed to keep waiting. Going everywhere to see if the wandering soul could find HIM. After ascending the immortal stage hr decided against going to heaven. Instead he waited and remained in the cloud recesses until cultivation died.
He walked with his head down,long hair shorn to fit the trends of modern era and no head band in sight. He had taken it off a long ago,as it seemed useless when there is no reason to regulate oneself after immortality.
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Snow kept falling ,and a steady whirl of wind enveloped his body. Lan Zhan no longer felt cold but embraced the felling of the cool wind on his face.
* FLUTE *
Lan Zhan's eyes shot opened...He felt it...a small fluttering rippled through his heart.
He turned around facing the direction he has come from. On the corner,a young man has his hands covered in gloves,a small ponytail at the nape of his neck...and deep bottomless black eyes. He has a small back flute with a red tassel in the end,his lips on the instrument. And he is playing a song...
The song...
* WANGXIAN *
He felt getting dragged to the tune...he seemed drunk in the saudade of the song.
He was close...too close now...but Lan Zhan didn't care anymore. He seemed lost his senses of right and wrong,lost the calmness prevailing in him before . Right now he only felt yearning,a strong yearning,he felt a red string of fate is pulling him to get close.
He pressed the young man to himself and caged him. The boy yelped in surprise and struggled in his embrace. But the struggle was in vain. Lan Zhan held him tightly. His hands were trembling for a sudden rush of emotions through him.
The young man struggled to free himself at first but then he stopped as if he knew who was behind him. And in a certain way he did.
Lan Zhan put his face in the crook of the man's neck,tears threating to spill out but he being he closed his eyes preventing the pearl drops to fall.
He felt the pulses of the young man there quickening. It was HIM...he knew it was...i has to be...
Finally with a lot of struggle and difficulty he choked out a word... A word he hasn't spoken for nearly 1000 of years...
... "Wei Ying??"...
Story to be continued...
5th August,2020(Wednesday)
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