Depths of Old Memories of the Patriarch of Demonic Dao

Wei Ying slept comfortably, got up, yawned and stretched.

"Yesterday... I seem to have dreamed about my pretty brother..." Wei Ying tilted his head and greeted Nurse Luo.

"Good morning, sister nurse!"

"...Morning."

Looking at the sunny Wei Ying, Nurse Luo suddenly felt complicated. If Dr. Lan liked Mr. Chen, what would Xiao Wei do?

"Hey, sister nurse, do you know that there is a doctor who is taller than me and has a cold expression..."

"Doctor Lan..." Nurse Luo at the door subconsciously called out as she saw Lan Wangji approaching.

Lan Wangji nodded at him and entered the ward.

"Beautiful brother! Ah... no, Lan Zhan! Good morning! What did you bring?" Wei Ying looked at the thermos in his hand, curious.

Didn't realize "why Wei Ying called Dr. Lan the wrong name", but Nurse Luo, who was full of thoughts about "the love triangle between two people", chose to leave first.

Lan Wangji set the table for him and opened the thermos.

"!!! It smells so good! Rib soup! Is it for me?" Wei Ying's eyes brightened.

"Yeah." Lan Wangji poured the soup into a small bowl, and Wei Ying took a sip of the soup, full of admiration.

"It feels like it's been a long time since I've had sister's pork rib soup..." Wei Ying suddenly calmed down again, and looked sideways at Lan Wangji.

At this time, he suddenly realized that even though Lan Zhan had just met him, Lan Zhan treated him so well. Why?

I seem to have dreamed about Lan Zhan last night.

Lan Wangji's gaze changed slightly, as if he was asking him what he was doing.

"Lan Zhan."

"……I am here."

One call and one response, familiar and natural.

Wei Ying's eyes flickered, his smile became brighter and he said, "You look really good-looking."

"..." Lan Wangji's snow-white earlobes were stained crimson.

"Lan Zhan, did you make this soup? It's delicious..." And it looks like the senior sister made it, "You are amazing!" Wei Ying hid a word and praised.

Wei Ying's oily lips still had a circle of oil beads, and he squinted his eyes and smiled contentedly.

Lan Wangji's Adam's apple twitched slightly, turned his head away, and reached for a tissue to wipe his mouth.

Seeing Lan Wangji's handsome face so close at hand, Wei Ying was stunned, opened his mouth slightly, and actually forgot to refuse.

Holding his face in the palm of his hand, his slender fingers gently rubbed the contours of his lips with a clean white tissue, as if he was carving a treasure in the world, the white was slightly stained yellow, and the excess oil stains on his lips were also wiped away little by little.

"Lan Zhan, I dreamed about you yesterday!"

"What did you dream about?" Lan Wangji asked in a low voice, throwing the tissue into the trash can.

"It seems to dream that you are as old as me. When I was an exchange student in Gusu Middle School, I went over the wall and went back to school to meet you at night. I almost had a fight with you, but when I reported on the next day, you were still an adult. My tablemate...hahaha..." Wei Ying couldn't help laughing.

The corners of Lan Wangji's mouth curled up slightly.

"..." Wei Ying was stunned, "Lan Zhan, you laughed..."

The fleeting meltdown was enough to arouse Wei Ying's mood.

"Lan Zhan, you look so pretty when you smile! Let's smile again..."

【Lan Zhan, you look so pretty when you smile, why don't you smile more...】

However, no matter how Wei Ying behaved, Lan Wangji refused to laugh anymore.

"Speaking of which, Lan Zhan, did I interrupt your work?" Wei Ying realized that Lan Wangji was here with him all the time, and didn't go to work.

"No." Lan Wangji shook his head.

He took over the "patient" Wei Ying, and he will be responsible to the end.

"Then you... can you stay with me all the time?" Wei Ying looked at him with bright eyes.

"Yes." Lan Wangji nodded.

Wei Ying was overjoyed.

After calming down, he tilted his head and thought for a while, then asked him, "Lan Zhan, do you... actually know me?"

Before Lan Wangji could answer, Wei Ying continued, "I've always felt that I wasn't dreaming, as if... I forgot a lot of things and just remembered them through dreaming... I've been dreaming repeatedly before. I climbed over the wall, it doesn't seem to be considered over the wall, I just sat on the wall of Gusu Middle School, as if I was waiting for someone..."

"Then that person appeared, and I couldn't see his face. Then yesterday, I dreamed of you, and then I realized that that person seemed to be you. These things seemed so real, I thought maybe I forgot... ..."

Wei Ying struggled with his choice of words, Lan Wangji was stunned, and then he calmed down and said, "It's me, I'm your deskmate."

The author has something to say:

Am I sick and wipe my mouth to write so much, but I am really sick I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I can’t help it, ah, ah, ah, I feel like pink bubbles are flying...

In other words, no one really paid attention to Wangji, why didn't he return the recorder to Xianxian? ? ?

Because Jiang Yanli said that it was just a pity for the second young master Lan... said a few words about Lan Wangji, but Wangji didn't want to reveal his feelings to him, so he cut that part off.But Xianxian is a hacker dalao, as long as the recorder is given to him, he might restore and extract the original uncut version in a jerk of his brain, so he must forget the machine!cannot!let him!get it!Source File!

Okay, that's it. Since I don't think much about this recorder later, let me tell you first. w