Chen Qingling's Protagonist Owes Me a Theme Song

Lan Wangji was severely injured by the cane, and had difficulty moving. He slept on the innermost side, Mo Li slept in the middle, and Wei Wuxian lay on the outermost side.

Mo Li will only care about his father now, forget the feeling of hunger, Lan Qiren can't eat the food sent by others, and can't eat the roast duck and other delicious food in the treasure bag, his eyes are red and swollen from crying , and couldn't sleep, so he simply got up again to heal Lan Wangji's wounds, but the effect was still not great.

Wei Wuxian's voice was a little hoarse, and he coaxed him, "Ah Nian, can we lie still? You sit up repeatedly to heal Lan Zhan, and Lan Zhan can't rest, right?"

Li Li listened to it this time, lay down again, closed his eyes, and did not move or speak.

Don't disturb Dad's rest.

Wei Wuxian gently stroked the top of his head, and slowly hummed his and Lan Zhan's song - Wangxian.

After becoming a father, coaxing children to sleep is a skill he has learned by himself.

Lan Wangji has never seen such a gentle Wei Ying. Although tonight's whipping is the heaviest punishment he has ever suffered in his life, he is now happier than ever. He quietly looks at Wei Ying and his son, reluctant to blink. .

Li Li, who was not sleepy at all, listened to the song hummed by his father, breathed slowly and steadily, and actually fell asleep.

It's a pity that I didn't sleep well, and I cried and cried in my dreams from time to time, and I would twitch slightly while crying.

Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian stretched out a hand each, holding Li Li's left and right hands respectively.

It seems that this child is really scared today!

Wei Wuxian was very distressed, and leaned in the middle, putting one arm around him.

Mo Li's hands were clenched, and he could smell his father's reassuring scent, so he slept more peacefully.

Having settled his son in this way, Wei Wuxian looked at Lan Wangji, and Lan Wangji looked at Wei Wuxian. Their eyes met, as if they could never be separated again. After an unknown amount of time, the two opened their mouths in unison. mouth.

"Does it hurt?"

"Does it hurt?"

Does caesarean hurt?

Does quitting the whip hurt?

The unfinished words were understood by each other, and they answered in unison.

"It doesn't hurt!"

"It doesn't hurt!"

But how can it not hurt?

lie!

But no one exposed it.

Just looking at each other and son quietly, hoping to replace each other's pain, hoping that time can stay here, and hoping that the son who is destined to part can stay forever.

Lan Wangji hummed the tune softly, still Wangxian, just as gentle as Wei Wuxian just now, Wei Wuxian listened to it, closed his eyes involuntarily, and slowly fell asleep with Lan Wangji's voice go.

Lan Wangji, who should rest the most, was not willing to close his eyes for a moment, looking at his loved ones until dawn.

Li Li woke up first, he missed his biological clock for waking up for the first time, and was woken up by the hungry stomach singing empty city tricks. Seeing that Xian Xian's father was still sleeping, Wang Ji's father was looking at him, so he asked in a low voice: "Daddy, what are you doing?" Wake up too? Are you hungry? I'll go to the dining room to find something to eat, and you can sleep a little longer."

Lan Wangji enjoyed his son's care and said softly, "Okay."

Mo Li carefully spared Wei Wuxian, got out of bed lightly, opened the door only to find two people standing outside the quiet room, both carrying big lunch boxes.

Mo Kai took it over heartily, and said casually, "Uncle must have prepared it."

The disciple who delivered the meal said: "Jun Zewu has orders, and Mister also has orders."

Li Li didn't expect that his uncle would also send someone to deliver meals, and he didn't dare to complain about his uncle insisting on beating his father. Seeing such a considerate uncle suddenly, he suddenly felt uncomfortable and surprised.

It's normal to be uncomfortable, but what the hell is a surprise?

He thought speechlessly, could it be that his expectations for his uncle were too low?

Oh, who cares, just eat something!

In short, the dining room received orders from Lan Qiren and Lan Xichen, Yun Shen did not know where the rule of prohibiting killing was broken again, and the three meals a day provided for the quiet room were particularly rich, chicken, fish, meat and eggs came in rotation, and various tonics continued to flow .

Li Li had originally lived such a nourishing life, eating, drinking, and enjoying himself.

Wei Wuxian was overwhelmed by the flattery. It is easy to understand that the good food is due to his son's honor. However, his son has tonic soup, and Lan Zhan also has tonic soup when he is sick. Why does he also have it?Is he already this popular?

Lan Wangji didn't answer this question, just smiled lowly, accidentally pulled the injury on his back, looked at Wei Wuxian with his expression unchanged, and said with a smile, "Don't you like it?"

Wei Wuxian laughed happily: "Of course I like it!"

Mo Li had a pig's trotter in one hand and a big stick bone in the other. He gnawed it with great enjoyment, and said vaguely, "I like it too!"

They both liked it, and so did Lan Wangji.Wei Yingying's children all circled around him, they were considerate and gentle, and Wei Ying fed him the food, and he didn't pay much attention to his appetite, so he felt that the food he ate today was particularly delicious.

Wei Wuxian even promised him: "Lan Zhan, I will definitely stay with you in the future, and never want to bring my son back to Yiling!"

Lan Wangji: "...you have to remember today's sentence."

Wei Wuxian nodded sharply, and boldly said, "Remember, remember, definitely remember!"

Mo Li couldn't see it, love makes people's IQ drop!

Daddy Xianxian is so smart, he is so stupid that he doesn't tell himself. If he doesn't say anything, Daddy Wangji will know that he still has the idea of ​​stealing back to Yiling. If he wants to guarantee it, he can just promise it in his heart. speak out!

Now it's all right, if one day in the future I really can't stand it and can't run if I want to run, whoever asked him to speak out in advance is really digging a hole for himself!

Mo Li suddenly felt worried about Meng Yao, so he quickly finished his meal, got up and went to the cold room.

Lan Xichen didn't know why he wasn't there, only Meng Yao was sitting indoors playing the piano with a demure and indifferent expression.

Mo Li is very familiar with the tune, his uncle often plays it, and Mo Li is also very familiar with the qin, his uncle's qin.Although my uncle's magic weapon is the hole flute, but my uncle is also good at playing the qin. The disciples of the Gusu Lan family have to repair the qin, and the uncle's qin can only be used by my uncle and myself.

Now it is in Meng Yao's hands!

Li Li's nerves immediately became tense, and when he saw that there was only one bed in the bedroom, and only one quilt on the bed, he was in a bad mood!

He looked at Meng Yao very unkindly, and asked: "How did you sleep? Don't tease my uncle, otherwise we will go back, and you can still guard my uncle, but there will be no more you in this world, what about the uncle here! "

Meng Yao has encountered too many embarrassing things, but there has never been any embarrassing thing for him like now, but he has to explain it to this child who understands and doesn't understand.

"Don't worry, I know how to measure, and your uncle is just a friend of a gentleman to me. What you are worried about will not happen. We didn't sleep last night and talked at night by candlelight."

Li Li didn't know whether to believe it or not, he wondered: "What's there to talk about? Uncle and I haven't even talked about it in Bingzhuye!"

This sentence was full of jealousy and made Meng Yao laugh.

He actually has a nice smile, and he is actually very good at coaxing children. Seeing that Mo Li took a second look at the piano he was playing, he immediately left the piano case, lowered his guard, and changed the subject: "Has Mo Li seen it?" A mortal sugar painting? Your uncle has gone to prepare something, will he make it for you later? It can be played and eaten."

Of course Tanghua Moli had seen her before. When he was still her and little Jasmine, his grandfather had met her once when he was walking around the streets.

But sugar painting is a luxury for them, it's too expensive!Grandpa wanted to buy it for her, but she was reluctant to spend the money the family had earned so hard, and she was afraid that grandpa would buy it secretly, so she threatened grandpa: "Jasmine doesn't like it, if grandpa buys it back, I will throw it into the stinky ditch." Go, don't eat a bite."

Grandpa knew her temperament, but she was obedient but stubborn, and she would never turn back what she decided, so grandpa really never bought sugar paintings, but grandpa saw that other people's children had something to eat, and couldn't bear that she didn't have it. Then she bought several sweet potatoes, washed them, and boiled them in a pot with their skins on.

It was a very cold winter. She wrapped herself up in a ball and stood by the stove all the time, watching her grandpa cook and beat until all the water was boiled away and it turned into syrup.

Grandpa stirred it with chopsticks, and the tips of the chopsticks stirred up a ball of syrup, and smiled at her, "Little Jasmine, open your mouth, ah..."

She raised her head and opened her mouth wide, a ball of syrup dripped into her mouth along the chopsticks, it was very sweet and delicious.

She picked up the chopsticks, stirred a ball and fed it to grandpa, but grandpa didn't open his mouth, saying that he didn't like it.

Later, she started eating and broadcasting, and ate a lot of delicious things, and also ate dozens of sugar paintings that she hadn't eaten in her mouth at one time, and... had money, but she didn't have her grandfather, and those things she ate It's not as delicious as the syrup of that year.

She thought she was cold-blooded and had no feelings. When her sister died, she didn't dare to think about her sister, and when her grandpa died, she didn't dare to think about her grandpa either.

But after so many years, two lifetimes later, these dusty memories have not become blurred, as if strung together and placed in the depths of memory, with just a light pull, they all come to mind, so clear.

And the person who pulled the rope was actually Meng Yao, and besides his grandfather, he was the second person who wanted to make sugar paintings for him.

Li Li hadn't eaten yet, but his heart softened. He suppressed his sour tears and pretended to be lighthearted, "Will you do it?"

Meng Yao smiled lightly: "Of course I will. I lived in the mortal world for many years before joining the Nie and Jin families."

"Then let's go out and wait for Uncle." Mo Li turned and went out, but saw Lan Xichen standing at the door, his heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly asked, "Uncle? When did you come back? Did you hear what we said?" ?”

Meng Yao walked out quickly, worried: "Second Brother, listen..."

Lan Xichen interrupted with a smile: "What did you hear? I just came back and didn't hear anything. Come out, A Yao, do you still want to make sugar paintings? A Nian, do you want to eat?"

He smiled warmly, as if he didn't seem to hear it, Mo Li and Meng Yao looked at each other, feeling a little relieved.

Mo Li squatted next to the stove as he did when he was a child, watching his uncle and Meng Yao talking and laughing as they made the syrup. In addition to sweet potatoes, Meng Yao also added barley malt, which was different from his grandfather's cooking method. That feeling of anticipation.

He suddenly remembered Meng Yao's words just now, Meng Yao said that he talked with his uncle Bingzhu at night.

Although my uncle is gentle and gentle, and treats everyone with kindness and gentleness, it seems that Meng Yao is the only one who can make my uncle sit together and talk endlessly. In fact, my uncle is also lonely, and Meng Yao alleviates his loneliness.

After the syrup was ready, Lan Xichen and Meng Yao started to paint, using bamboo sticks to draw the syrup on the porcelain plate. Li Li looked at them, and inexplicably said "I only envy mandarin ducks but not immortals" in my head.

When the sugar painting was finished, Lan Xichen drew a lotus flower, and Meng Yao drew a koi carp. They didn't discuss it beforehand, but even the finished sugar painting matched so well.

Mo Li suddenly felt terrified and had to send Meng Yao away quickly!

He was careless, and actually let Meng Yao and his uncle be alone!

This Meng Yao is not the Jin Guangyao who was full of scheming 16 years ago, he is the Meng Yao who is at peace with everything and is devoted to his uncle. Even his former enemy couldn't help but like him, uncle, he couldn't resist!

Lan Xichen saw that Mo Li was in a daze and didn't know what he was thinking, so he walked over and put the lotus in Mo Li's right hand, and Meng Yao put the koi in his left hand.

Mo Li looked up at them.

Meng Yao just laughed and didn't speak, Lan Xichen said, "A Nian, eat and watch."

Li Li took a bite of the koi candy painting, and tears fell out of his mouth as soon as he ate it.

He missed his grandfather, his uncle, his father, and his uncle.He misses his uncles, fathers, uncles, and Si Zhui Jingyi who were anxiously waiting for him to come home in the original world, and he also misses the uncles in this world, the fathers and uncles in this world, before they are separated, he starts to miss them, because the separation is Farewell, never to be seen again.

Just like what he said about Meng Yao, when he leaves, he still has an uncle and a father, but here, these people will never see him again, they love him so much, will they miss him very much?Will you miss him?Will it be sad?

Lan Xichen never expected that Ah Nian would react like this. Yesterday, Ah Nian cried so badly. He wanted to make Ah Nian happy, but he didn't know how to coax the child. When he asked Ah Yao, Ah Yao said it was delicious. , so he went to order the dining room himself, and brought back the stove and ingredients for making sugar paintings according to A Yao's request. Unexpectedly, when he ate the delicious and beautiful sugar paintings, Anian cried again.

Lan Xichen was very distressed, gently wiped his tears, and said softly: "Is it because the sugar painting is not tasty? Then we won't eat it!"

Meng Yao stood by and said, "It doesn't matter if it doesn't taste good, I will make more delicious food, please don't cry, Li Li?"

The "fish head" that Li Li bit off was still in his mouth, and he cried and said, "It's not bad. It's delicious. I just want to listen to the song. Uncle, please sing to me!"

Lan Xichen nodded immediately: "Okay, okay, uncle listens to Ah Nian."

Mo Li went to see Meng Yao again: "You also want to sing for me!"

Meng Yao nodded with a smile: "Sing, sing, sing as long as you rap!"

The author has something to say: here we come!

The plot of 16 years ago is almost over, and there must be a song that should be recorded^_^

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