Depths of Old Memories of the Patriarch of Demonic Dao

Lan Wangji is a psychiatrist, but he is very aware of how serious his mental disorder is.

Everything is only because of the life that passed away in the prime of life.

He is an intern at the city center hospital.

In the early morning, Lan Wangji arrived on time to participate in the internship.

"Head nurse! Xiao Luo said that Mo Xuanyu from No. 33 has disappeared again!" A young nurse hurried through the corridor of the hospital's green garden and found the head nurse at the door.

"What day is it today? Is it an odd number?! Junior high school student? Don't panic! Take someone to a nearby Internet cafe and look for it! He wants to play, let him play first, and don't let him run around. Good morning, Dr. Lan." The head nurse Rubbing between his brows with a headache, he greeted Lan Wangji when he saw him, then turned around and went to work on another patient.

"Morning." Lan Wangji nodded politely.

Some time ago, Lan Wangji had his own business, so he didn't come to practice for three weeks. He walked through the green garden and walked to the corner of the courtyard where there was no one, and there was a three-story magnolia tree planted there.

There are a few hard-to-see gray footprints on the white wall next to the magnolia tree.

He put his hands on the wall.

Lan Wangji: "..."

The owner of those hands was wearing a hospital gown, and with some difficulty, he managed to turn over and sit on the wall.

"It's you?" Lan Wangji recognized this young man as the man who appeared in front of Wei Wuxian's tomb yesterday and behaved strangely.

"Eh?!" The young man probably didn't notice that there was someone here, he was startled, his body tilted, and he fell from the fence screaming.

Suddenly, Lan Wangji stepped forward quickly, and took the young man firmly into his arms.

He stared at the young man in his arms. There were two cans of sparkling wine in the pockets of the young man's hospital gown.The young man was held in his arms, but he just looked at this person curiously, as if he didn't know him.

"Brother, you look really good-looking. Then let's discuss it..." The young man seemed to really not recognize Lan Wangji. Seeing him looking at the wine in his arms, he was puzzled by his own understanding of this scene. Inexplicably familiar, he didn't think too much, smiled flatteringly, and flattered him, then took out another can and said to him: "Well, good-looking brother, the emperor smiles, I will give you a can, and pretend you didn't see me, okay?" ?!"

Lan Wangji stared into his eyes.

"Don't tell the nurse sister that I got it from here..." The young man's behavior did not match his appearance and age, begging for mercy as if he were a captured student.

"Wei Ying..." Lan Wangji subconsciously called out.

The young man was twisting and trying to break free from his embrace, but when he heard his title, he suddenly settled down, tilted his head, and his black eyes were filled with puzzlement and joy.

"Eh? Good-looking brother, do you know me?" The young man touched his face and muttered, "It's strange... I changed my face for no reason. Don't say what the nurses called me. I almost couldn't recognize myself... Good looking brother, who are you? How did you recognize me?"

Looking at the young man in his arms who gave him a strange but familiar feeling, Lan Wangji felt that he was crazy.

He said he was Wei Ying.

He said he was Wei Ying? !

This was the only thought left in Lan Wangji's mind, struggling against reason.Three years ago, he watched helplessly as that person's icy body was pushed into the burning room, turned into ashes, and buried in the cemetery.

But those words, obviously only the two of them know, and this person is also like Wei Ying, afraid of dogs, laughing at the emperor...

Every move is almost the same as when he and Wei Ying first met.

He also admitted that he is Wei Ying...

"Good-looking brother?" Seeing that he hadn't answered him for a long time, Wei Ying stretched out his hand and waved in front of his eyes.

"Good looking brother, what's your name?" Wei Ying asked him with narrowed eyes and a smile.

"Lan Zhan. My name is Lan Zhan." Lan Wangji told him his nickname as before.

"Lan Zhan... Lan Zhan... so nice!" Wei Ying smiled brightly, and then said: "Nurses and sisters like to call me Mo or something, only you know that my name is Wei Ying, and that is my real name So it’s considered making friends! As my friend, Lan Zhan, you must not tell the nurses that I slipped out from here..."

Wei Ying jumped down, but he was half a head shorter than Lan Wangji. He stuffed him with a can of Tianzixiao, and turned to run, but Lan Wangji reached out and grabbed his arm.

"Lan Zhan! I don't want to go to the nurse..." Presumably it was because of Lan Wangji's serious expression that Wei Ying misunderstood Lan Wangji's unselfish temper.

Wei Ying couldn't break free, and was about to yell heart-piercingly when Lan Wangji pointed at his lips.

"Don't go to the nurse," Lan Wangji said.

Perhaps it was because of the magical power in his voice, Wei Ying nodded inexplicably trusting, pursed his lips tightly, his bright black eyes reflected Lan Wangji's figure.

Lan Wangji gently let go of his wrist, took his plain white palm, led him slowly across the sunny path, and sent him back to his ward.

The author has something to say:

Xianxian is really not pretending.

This chapter is haunted by Wei Ying, a sophomore in junior high school, who really didn't know Wangji at that time.