"Wei Ying became my ghost. The more I thought of him,the more concrete he became. If I forgot the sound of his laughing or the way he smile.. would he disappear??...
Like a mirage I kept him within my thoughts ,deep in my heart holding every memory until it was all that I know.
But soon after the passage of time came. One by one ,the people departed. Until it was just me left. Soem left to have families of their own. Whilst some left for good. And the sect became empty with nothing but me inside it.
For 1000 years I got used to the silence. I understood that there was no permanency of the world. So I built myself s wall to block out the turning tides of time and to keep myself from existing to the unknown world filled with unkindness. So that I didn't have to feel hurt by the indifference of living..."
Lan Zhan walked through the garden looking for the perfect flower to give Wei Ying. The garden was a project that began a few centuries ago after the last cultivator had left. Lan Zhan maintained it over the years, eventually taking care of it like his own child,making it a substitute of Wen Yuan,who had died during the siege of Burial Mounds.
Wen Yuan's ashes were spread along the garden as a tribute to both his and Wei Ying's death. Every flower , branch,tree was nurtured by Wen Yuan blossoming every spring.
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Lan Zhan glanced at each flower before a thought crossed his mind. Deep in his heart he wanted Wei Wu xian's home to be with his home...so he made a lotus pond.
He passed the garden to find hte pond and stared at the budding lotuses. Although it wasn't the season,they still bloomed all year. He picked up several white lotus and lotus pods before making his way back to his home, where he traversed inside only to be welcomed by th lonely and silent building.
Not even the sound of cricket echoed in the empty halls.
Lan Zhan hesitated before opening an old box to find a red ribbon. The one Wei Ying insisted to wear when he was an apprentice in Gusu lan sect all those years ago.
It was the only memento he had of him and the only thing remaining in Burial Mounds. He tied the ribbon on the bouquet before heading out in the spring night.
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