[Chen Qingling] I don't know why

There are bandits and gentlemen, who shine in the world like pearls, whose scenery shines brightly, and who will come out when there is chaos.

But he is also like an ordinary person, with flesh and blood, love and infatuation.

His sword slays evil spirits and ghosts, and also protects his confidant and his beloved.

In winter, the clouds are deep and there is no snow anywhere.

Lan Wangji had the New Year's Eve dinner with his elder brother Lan Xichen and his master Lan Qiren, there were only three of them.

Lan Qiren intentionally broke the awkward atmosphere where no one spoke, and said, "This year's rice is pretty good, isn't it Xichen?"

Lan Xichen nodded and said, "It's really good. This is a New Year's gift from the Qishan Wen Sect. All the disciples love it."

Lan Qiren: "Wen Ruohan is an old friend of mine in the past. Since his wife passed away, he seldom went out to Mount Qishan. This time he actually sent a New Year's gift. After the next year, Wangji will visit Qishan with me. Wangji?"

"Yes, uncle."

Lan Qiren played chess with Wen Ruohan in the main hall of Nightless City, the winter was about to pass, but it was still a bit cold in the empty Qishan Mountain.

That was the first time Lan Wangji saw his uncle like a child, secretly watching whether Wen Ruohan cheated and hid the chess pieces, scratching his beard, and sighing at the chessboard.

Everyone has a confidant when they are young, including his uncle. When old friends meet, it seems to go back and forth across decades, and return to the forgotten self.

After a while, a little maid came up with a pot of tea, "Sovereign, Miss just made some tea, she asked me to bring some over."

After pouring three cups, Lan Wangji sat on the side and took a sip. He immediately looked strange, took another sip, and put down the cup, "This...doesn't look like tea..."

As soon as Bicao opened the lid of the pot, she snapped the lid on, "Oh! Miss just dried senna leaves in the medicine garden..." After saying that, she took the cups from the hands of the three of them, and hurried away with the case.

Senna...isn't it a laxative...

Lan Qiren spat out the leaves in his mouth with a "pee pee pee".

Wen Ruohan laughed at the side, "Brother Lan, don't blame, don't blame, just be normal!"

Lan Wangji thought that his uncle would not go to Qishan again, but he didn't expect that after only three months, Lan Qiren went to play chess with Wen Ruohan again, it wasn't for New Year's greetings, so he naturally didn't need to go with him.

Later, I heard from the young disciples who accompanied me that there was a drought in Mount Qi, and Lan Qiren even helped Miss Wen to water the rice fields. Lan Xichen shook his head and smiled, "The older uncle is, the more he looks like a child."

It was another year of winter, and there was still no snow in the cloud depths.

It was the New Year's Eve dinner for the three of them, and Lan Qiren directed someone to cook dumplings, "Try it, it's from Qishan."

The taste was good, but when Lan Wangji ate the third one, he almost knocked out his teeth. He took out a piece of snow-white corundum from his mouth.

But Lan Qiren said happily: "I heard from Miaomiao that if you eat this, you will have good fortune and fortune in the coming year. Give it to me, and I will put this away."

Although Lan Wangji didn't believe it...he handed it over.

Lan Xichen looked at Lan Qiren looking for the box, and said with a smile, "Since seeing an old friend, uncle is in a good mood all day."

This autumn, when Lan Xichen came back from a night hunt, someone gave Lan Wangji a meat bun. Yun Shen didn't know that meat was not allowed anywhere, so he didn't eat it either. He just saw the small warm portrait on the oiled paper. It was the first time she saw Wen Miaomiao.

Small bakery, delicious and not expensive, come here often~

For some reason, Wen Miaomiao was exactly as he thought in his heart, there was no difference.

In the winter of the third year, Yun Shen did not know where there was no snow.

Lan Qiren actually went to Nightless Sky City to have a New Year's Eve dinner, leaving Lan Wangji and Lan Xichen sitting opposite each other to watch the New Year's Eve, without dumplings, the two drank a bowl of porridge and ate some side dishes, and then went to the Lan family's ancestral hall to kneel overnight.

Lan Xichen: "Uncle said before leaving that Miss Wen and you are only three years younger. He went to talk to Sect Master Wen, and maybe we could marry you."

"Brother!" Lan Wangji became a little anxious. He may have thought about many things, but none of them had anything to do with getting married.

After Lan Qiren came back, he never mentioned this matter again.It was only this year that the Qishan Wen Sect gradually gained a good reputation.The people said that the children of the Wen family, regardless of their surnames or not, were all chivalrous and passionate, and they were a model for the family.

Another thing is that Wei Wuxian of the Yunmengjiang clan entered into a marriage contract with the eldest daughter of the Qishan Wen clan, her childhood sweetheart.

It turned out to be the case.

It was also this year that Lan Wangji actually met Wen Miaomiao for the first time.

That night, he passed through Liyang on his way of night hunting, and saw that the city was ablaze with flames, which was the Wen family's unique method of starting a fire, so he stopped.Even though his face was covered, he could recognize her at a glance, his eyes were clear and cunning, shining brightly.The person who fought against him had amazing swordsmanship, presumably it was Wei Wuxian.

She seemed to be very afraid that Wei Wuxian would get hurt, so she hurriedly grabbed Chang Ci'an, pressed his arm on the steps, and shouted, "Chop it up! After it's done... just forget about it! Listen!" No!"

In the end, the three of them didn't hurt anyone, but she was scratched on the shoulder.

In the winter of the fourth year, there was a light snowfall in Yunshen, which melted when it hit the ground, and the mountain road was slightly muddy. Lan Wangji returned to Yunshen with his sword, as usual.

The trajectory changes here.

At home, Lan Qiren signed letters to study at various schools. When he arrived at Qishan Wen's, he thought about it for a long time, and said to himself, "If we let them come earlier, they will be troubled all day long..." So he swiped his pen , postponed the date of Wen's worship post by three days.

Lan Wangji had a premonition in his heart, and sure enough, Wen Miaomiao led a group of people up the mountain in a mighty way one day earlier. After she arrived, Yun Shen really started to stir up trouble, and there were always disciples following her and shouting: " Miss Wen, Yun Shen doesn’t know where to go, don’t..." They ran to complain to Lan Qiren, only to get an answer: "Next time! Next time she... I will never forgive you "The number of times was too many, those disciples didn't come anymore, no one knew which time Lan Qiren would do next time, anyway, it's not this time.

Wen Miaomiao burned Master's beard and hid behind him.

Wen Miaomiao angered everyone in the Jin family and hid behind him.

Wen Miaomiao and Jiang Cheng threw loquats at each other and hid behind him.

Later Lan Xichen laughed at him: "Wangji, Miss Wen, why does she always push you ahead?"

Lan Wangji didn't answer, what he was thinking in his heart was that when it was time for her to hide, he took it upon himself.She may not know that if she pushes him ahead, he will never hide.

But she won't, because he is not Wei Ying.

Ever since Lan Qiren knew that the yin iron fragments were stored in Wen Miaomiao's body, he had been worried all day long. Both he and Lan Xichen knew that even if they scolded and punished them on weekdays, their uncle still favored Wen Miaomiao.

Lan Xichen said: "Perhaps Miss Miaomiao is too similar to the Zangse Sanren back then, so Master always cares more."

After all, that was the only woman Lan Qiren had ever had a crush on, but few people in the world knew about it.

For Lan Wangji, everything has changed.

The three of them were summoned into the illusion that day. He stood in the long white mist, his heart was extremely calm. This kind of profound technique is often encountered, so there is no need to panic, but I don’t know if Wen Miaomiao is carrying Yin Iron, whether...

It was just a thought for this moment, and he came to Yunshen's unknown place, and walked a few steps forward, which was the quiet room.Lan Wangji stood in the courtyard with his sword in hand, waiting for a battle at any time, and if he won, he could leave quickly.

Someone came, and he wanted to summon the sword.

"Lan Zhan!" Wen Miaomiao jumped in from outside the courtyard, "Lan Zhan, are you back so soon?"

came back?Lan Wangji put down his sword, no one had ever waited for him in this quiet room, only he had been waiting for his mother here, day after day.

Wen Miaomiao jumped up to him and hugged his arm, "Lan Zhan Lan Zhan! I'm so glad you're back, let's go eat! The Chinese New Year is coming soon, I made dumplings."

Lan Wangji followed her into the room, and there was really a plate of hot dumplings on the table, "Hurry up and eat, after we finish eating, we'll go to pay Zewu-jun a New Year greeting."

The dumplings are really delicious, they are fat and look like Wen Miaomiao can make them out, but this time Lan Wangji was prepared in his heart, so he didn't knock his teeth again, so he took out the flat piece of corundum and handed it to Wen Miaomiao. Miao Miao, with a smile on her face: "Why are there also this year?"

"Of course, we have to pack like this every year. If we have both blessings and fortune, we will do it like this next year."

Next year...you can still eat dumplings...

After eating the dumplings, Wen Miaomiao took him to look for Mr. Zewu in the cold room, they played the piano and played Xiao in the house, Wen Miaomiao knelt down beside him, and soon fell asleep leaning against him, Lan Wangji played the lyre , no longer played.

Lan Xichen also put down the flute, and sighed: "Wangji, you shouldn't have kept her here, Miao Miao is lively by nature, so she probably prefers the outside world."

Lan Wangji was terrified, no, he would never lock her up, he had seen his mother at that time, how could he do such a thing? !

Suddenly, the scene in front of him disappeared, it was no longer the cold room, and Lan Xichen was gone too. Standing in the vast snow field, his heart was not as peaceful as before.

Wen Miaomiao knelt in the snow in red, covering her heart with her hands, "It hurts so much, Lan Zhan...help me..."

A voice floated in the air, "You like her, then save her once."

This was an illusion, but the pain in Wen Miaomiao's eyes was so real that Lan Wangji felt distressed, so he still ran over to help her, "Miaomiao..."

"Lan Zhan...help me...I'm going to die..."

The voice drifted out again, "She is going to be in trouble, are you willing to save her?"

"How to save?" Without thinking, he blurted out.

"Unlock your yin iron seal, and use the pure heart sound to pass through the stale qi every day, for seven days."

Untie it... If he breaks this Lan's technique, Yin Tie will no longer be sealed by him...

Wen Miaomiao grabbed him, "Lan Zhan...it hurts..."

Lan Wangji was restless. He held the kit bag that sealed Yin Tie in his hand. No matter how concentrated he was, he couldn't ignore Wen Miaomiao's painful look. In the end...struggled away...he still couldn't escape This illusion...

Yin Tie's resentment came back, he suffered internal injuries...

Wen Miaomiao ran over to help him, "Lan Zhan! What's wrong with you?"

Lan Wangji suffered serious internal injuries, spat out a mouthful of blood, and felt angry, "Go away!"

"Lan... Lan Zhan... what's wrong with you?"

Only then did he come back to his senses, and came out...Wen Miaomiao in front of him, without the look of expectation and dependence in the illusion, this is...the real her...

Lan Wangji never imagined that there would be such a dream that would allow him to see the longing in his heart, and allow him to see clearly that he is only a drop in the multitude of living beings, and that everything is suffering, yet he can enjoy it like sweets.