laoqings
he had some business in qinghe, and he thought .. well, he could always let his son meet his a-niang's side of the family. that's how the yiling laozu sits in the soft grass of the farm his uncle let his aunt have in the east. cutting apples into slices as he watched wen yuan sit on his uncle's tiger. he's pretty sure it's a manifestation of lang qianqiu's spiritual powers, but he's never asked. " a-yuan! do you want a snack yet?! " he called.