If you meet for the first time

Wei Ying was tidying up the house in the quiet room, but it turned out to be a mess

When Lan Zhan came back from his lecture, he saw the chaos in front of him: "Wei Ying?"

Wei Ying was still rummaging in front of the cabinet: "Lan Zhan! You're back!"

Lan Zhan: "What are you doing?"

Wei Ying: "Pack up your things."

Lan Zhan looked at the clothes thrown on the floor under his feet: "Are you sure?"

Wei Ying poked his head out from the cabinet: "Dang..." He also saw the mess on the ground: "But..."

Lan Zhan squatted down to pick up the clothes: "Let me do it."

Wei Ying sat on the bed and leaned back to form a big character: "Alright, I'm exhausted."

Lan Zhan was not annoyed, and asked while folding the clothes, "Why do you want to tidy up?"

Wei Ying: "I want to find some clothes and put them with my mother, so that I don't have to run back and forth with them when I live there."

Lan Zhan: "Well, are you going tomorrow?"

Wei Ying: "It's all good, let's go when you have time."

Lan Zhan: "Then tomorrow, I'll buy some new clothes for you when I arrive at Lianhuawu."

Wei Ying stood up and turned into a herringbone: "Well, you are still smart, my method is still too stupid!" Then he got up: "I'll help you collect the pens, inks, papers and inkstones, you don't necessarily use these newly bought things. Get used to it."

Lan Zhan: "Okay."

After collecting a few handy pens that Lan Zhan used, Wei Ying was afraid that he would be bored, so he wanted to get some more books. When he took the book from the shelf, a picture fell from the gap between the books. Wei Ying picked it up: Lan Zhan's little pen. picture? !And a peony? !Wei Ying felt jealous for the first time, and he started to circle in front of the desk in anger, and finally slapped the small portrait on the table: "Lan! Forget! Machine!"

Lan Zhan, who was cleaning up the mess in the house, suddenly turned around, "Wei Ying?"

Wei Ying's eyes widened angrily: "Don't dare to be that! It's better to be Wei Wuxian!"

Lan Zhan saw that he was not pretending to be angry, so he put down the clothes in his hands and came out: "What's wrong?"

Wei Ying: "What does peony flower mean?"

Although Lan Zhan was still confused, he answered truthfully: "Jiangli, make love."

Wei Ying: "Hanguang-jun is really amazing! He knows everything!"

Lan Zhan: "Wei Ying?"

Wei Ying: "I would like to ask Mr. Hanguang, you have to work hard to deal with me every day to give lectures, when will you have time to talk to which lady or nun?"

Lan Zhan was completely stunned: "Ah, and a nun?"

Wei Ying: "How do I know where it is? Naturally, I'm asking you! You tell me, so I can go see and cultivate a relationship, right?"

Lan Zhan: "What are you talking about?"

Seeing that Lan Zhan didn't intend to admit it, Wei Ying picked up the small portrait on the table, and the hand holding the paper was still trembling angrily: "It's so lifelike, if it wasn't for the love in my heart, how could I paint so exquisitely?!"

Lan Zhan smiled softly when he saw the small portrait, "It's really exquisite."

Wei Ying: "Okay, you can't hide your happiness when you see the things they drew for you, can you? Then why do you like to hide them in books? Take them out, frame them, hang them up and miss them every day!"

Lan Zhan: "Yes, that's fine."

Wei Ying got angry and said, "Then Hanguang-jun, tell me how amazing this fairy is, who actually fascinated the Yazheng Hanguang-jun, and would hide every small portrait like a jewel!"

Lan Zhan: "He...loves to laugh, talk, and... clingy."

Wei Ying frowned, sat down and said in a cold and disappointed tone, "Lan Zhan, you didn't intend to hide it from me, did you?"

Lan Zhan walked over to pick up the small portrait, flattened it, and carefully put it back into the book: "The paintings by the in-laws in the family are the most precious."

Wei Ying raised his head: "My wife?"

Lan Zhan took Wei Ying's head into his arms: "There is a fire in the home, you drew it for me when you lived in the quiet room."

Wei Ying was stunned by the crazy memories in his head:

Wei Ying shook the paper: "It's nothing, it's for you, take a look."

Lan Zhan took the paper, on it was a small portrait Wei Ying drew for him, in the small portrait Lan Zhan wore a blooming peony on his head, Lan Zhan slapped the paper heavily on the table: "Boring."

Wei Ying picked it up and quickly smoothed the paper of the small portrait with his hands: "It's not boring, it's not boring, listen to me, I just copied the house rules there and looked up and saw you reading across from me, suddenly felt familiar, and remembered me I had such a dream, I was fined to copy the house rules and you stared at me, I just drew such a small portrait of you wearing a peony to tease you. Lan Zhan! Do you think it’s fun? I actually dreamed of copying the house rules , you still have to supervise my copying, hahahahaha."

Lan Zhan glanced at him: "Dreams are so boring."

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Lan Zhan: "Remember?"

Wei Ying blushed with embarrassment, and finally caught Lan Zhan's loophole but still gave it to him: "I... I was only twelve or thirteen years old at the time, it's normal to forget! Why didn't you admit it from the beginning? Let me Are you so angry? Are you deliberately looking at my jokes?"

Lan Zhan: "Well, at the age of twelve or thirteen, I already know the language of peony flowers."

Embarrassed by the question, Wei Ying decided to continue playing the rogue: "You...since you said you were bored back then, what did you do until now?"

Lan Zhan: "Because the painter loves in his heart, so the painting is exquisite. Because of the exquisiteness, he is reluctant to throw it away."

Wei Ying: "Don't use my words to make fun of me! You...you...why did you not come to confess your love back then?!"

Lan Zhan was taken aback by Wei Ying's question, and then his ears turned red again. Wei Ying was very satisfied with the ending, stood up and calmed down, hugged Lan Zhan and whispered: "If you said that at that time, I was still so young, what? I don’t understand, you can do whatever you want!”

After holding back for a long time, Lan Zhan finally said, "I don't feel ashamed."

Wei Ying continued to tease him in his ear: "Yeah, shameless! Teenage? He tricked me into going back to the quiet room after drinking, and he didn't admit it afterwards!"

Lan Zhan: "I was... drunk... I don't remember."

Wei Ying looked aggrieved: "Yes, yes, you can easily occupy my body if you don't remember a word, and now I can't even talk about it."

Lan Zhan: "I...don't deny it."

Wei Ying smirked, and climbed up Lan Zhan's waist with his legs: "Then...Second Brother~ Do you still remember the details?"

Lan Zhan directly turned to the inner bed with the person hanging on his body, and whispered in Wei Ying's ear, "Think about it for me."