That being said, the two of them did not immediately find an opportunity to "try it out" that night because Lan Wangji first had to meet Lan Xichen, who had been in seclusion for a long time, and have a long talk.

Wei Wuxian had a strange habit recently, he liked to sleep on top of Lan Wangji, whether he was lying on top of Lan Wangji or lying face to face on Lan Wangji's chest, in short, he couldn't sleep without this big living person as a cushion. He rummaged through the boxes and cabinets in the quiet room in a rogue manner, and he actually found a lot of things.

Lan Wangji has been doing things in a rigid and rigid way since he was young. All the calligraphy he practiced, the paintings he drew, and the articles he wrote were neatly classified and sorted by year. Wei Wuxian started reading from his earliest calligraphy copybook, laughing as he flipped through them, enjoying it very much. He felt a pain in his teeth when he saw Lan Qiren's red-ink comments. However, after flipping through thousands of copies, he only found one sheet of paper with a typo. Then, Lan Wangji carefully copied the typo a hundred times on another sheet of paper. Wei Wuxian was shocked when he saw it: "This is so pitiful. I'm afraid he can't even recognize this word after copying it so much."

He had to continue looking through these old papers that were slightly yellowing, and a faint light was lit in the darkness outside the quiet room.

There was no sound of footsteps, but Wei Wuxian rolled onto Lan Wangji's couch with great skill, pulling the quilt from his feet to his head. When Lan Wangji gently pushed the door open, he saw the illusion that the person in the room was sleeping peacefully.

Lan Wangji's movements were originally silent, and seeing that the person had "fallen asleep", he restrained his breath, slowly closed the door of the quiet room, remained silent for a moment, and then walked towards the couch.

Before he could get close, a quilt was thrown over his head, covering his entire upper body.

Lan Wangji: “…”

Wei WuXian jumped down, hugged Lan WangJi tightly, and pushed him onto the couch, saying, “Rape!”

Lan Wangji: “…”

Wei Wuxian's hands were ruthlessly groping and pulling at him, but Lan Wangji just lay there quietly, as if he were dead, letting him do whatever he wanted. Wei Wuxian got bored after a while and said, "Hanguang-jun, why don't you resist? If you stay still like this, what's the point of me raping you?"

Lan Wangji's muffled voice came from under the quilt: "What do you want from me?"

Wei WuXian patiently persuaded him: “I held you down, and you pushed me away to prevent me from pressing on you. Put your legs together and struggle hard, while screaming for help at the top of your lungs…”

Lan Wangji: "No noise is allowed in the Cloud Recesses."

Wei WuXian: “Then you can quietly call for help. Also, if I tear your clothes off, you should try your best to resist and protect your chest with all your might.”

There was silence under the quilt for a while.

After a while, Lan Wangji said, "It sounds difficult."

Wei WuXian: “Is it difficult?!”

Lan Wangji: “Yeah.”

Wei WuXian said: “That can’t be helped, how about we switch places and have you rape me…”

Before he could finish his words, the world spun around, the quilt flew away, and Lan Wangji had already pressed him down on the couch.

Because he had been tucked into the quilt by Wei Wuxian for quite a while, his hairband and forehead band, which were always tied meticulously, were slightly crooked, his black hair was slightly messy, with a few strands hanging down, and his cheeks, which were originally as white as jade, also had a faint blush. Under the light, he looked like a shy beauty. It was a pity that the beauty's hands were too strong, like a steel hoop, and Wei Wuxian begged for mercy: "Han Guangjun, Han Guangjun, please be magnanimous."

Lan Wangji's eyes remained still, but the two bright lights in his eyes were faintly trembling. He said calmly, "Okay."

Wei WuXian said, “What’s good? Handstand? Rape? Hey! My clothes.”

Lan Wangji said: "You said it all."

As he said that, he inserted his body between Wei Wuxian's legs and pressed for a while. Wei Wuxian waited for a long time but saw no movement, so he asked, "What's wrong?"

Lan Wangji stood up slightly and asked, "Why don't you resist?"

Wei WuXian clamped his legs around his waist, rubbing slowly to prevent him from leaving, and said with a grin, “Ah, what can I do? As soon as you pressed on me, my legs couldn’t help but open by themselves, and I couldn’t close them at all, so how could I have the strength to resist. It’s difficult for you, and it’s difficult for me too… Stop, stop, come on, let me show you something first.” He pulled out a piece of paper from his arms and said, “Lan Zhan, let me ask you, how could you make a mistake in writing such a simple word? Do you study hard? What are you thinking about all day?”

Lan Wangji glanced at the piece of paper without saying a word, but the meaning in his eyes was obvious: Wei Wuxian, a master of mistakes who copied books in cursive script and cut corners without knowing how much, had the nerve to accuse him of writing a wrong word.

Wei WuXian pretended not to understand his gaze and continued, “Look at the date on your signature, let me calculate… You must have been fifteen or sixteen at this time, right? Fifteen or sixteen, and you still made such a mistake, you…”

But when he thought carefully about the date written in the signature, it happened to be the three months when he studied in the Cloud Recesses.

Wei WuXian was immediately overjoyed and deliberately asked, “Could it be that Second Brother Lan is too young to study and write, and is only thinking about me?”

When Wei Wuxian was punished to copy the rules in the library, he would throw a tantrum in front of Lan Wangji all day, pretending to be dead, and harassing him in every way, making it difficult for Lan Wangji to have peace. It was hard for him not to "miss" him, but it was not "miss" in that sense. Under such circumstances, Lan Wangji stubbornly carried it all the way, supervising him to copy the house rules while doing his own things, and he only made one mistake in writing a word, which was really admirable.

Wei WuXian said: “Hey, why is it my fault again? You blame me again.”

"..." Lan Wangji said in a muffled voice: "It's your fault!"

His breath was disordered, and he was about to grab the piece of paper that was considered a stain on his life. Wei Wuxian loved to see him being forced to this point, so he immediately stuffed the paper into his chest, hiding it close to his skin, and said, "Come and take it if you can."

Lan Wangji reached his hand in without hesitation and did not take it out.

Wei WuXian: “You are so capable!”

The two of them quarreled for most of the night, and it was only in the second half of the night that they were able to have a serious conversation.

Wei Wuxian was still lying on Lan Wangji, his face buried in the crook of his neck. He felt the sandalwood scent on Lan Wangji becoming more and more fragrant. He felt lazy and squinted his eyes as he asked, "Is your brother okay?"

Lan Wangji hugged his bare back, stroking it again and again with his hands. After a moment of silence, he said, "It's not very good."

Both of them were sweating. Wei Wuxian felt itchy from his skin to his heart due to his touch. He twisted his body uncomfortably and took Lan Wangji deeper into his mouth.

Lan Wangji whispered, “During the years when I was in seclusion, it was my brother who came to talk to me.”

Now the situation is reversed.

Wei Wuxian no longer needed to ask what Lan Wangji had been doing during the years of seclusion.

He kissed Lan Wangji's jade-white earlobe and pulled up the quilt beside him to cover them both.

The next morning, Lan Wangji woke up on time at the morning hour again.

In the past few months that he and Wei Wuxian have lived together, he has been committed to correcting Wei Wuxian's schedule, but it has always been in vain. After the disciples brought the warm water for bathing, Lan Wangji, who had already dressed neatly, stripped the naked Wei Wuxian out of the thin quilt and carried him into the bucket. Wei Wuxian could actually continue to sleep while soaking in the water. Lan Wangji pushed him gently, and he grabbed Lan Wangji's hand, kissed the palm and the back of his hand a few times, rubbed it against his face, and continued to sleep. He was really annoyed by being pushed, so he hummed twice, closed his eyes, pulled Lan Wangji down, held his cheek and kissed him a few more times, and said vaguely: "Be good, be good, don't make trouble. Please, I'll get up in a while. OK."

Then he yawned and continued to sleep on the edge of the bathtub.

Although he knew that Wei Wuxian would probably just move to another place to sleep even if the house caught fire, Lan Wangji still persisted in calling him from the morning hour every day, and then allowed himself to be pecked more than sixty times without batting an eyelid.

He brought the breakfast back to the quiet room and placed it on the desk where only pens, ink, paper and inkstone were placed in the past. Then he fished the still sleeping Wei Wuxian out of the wooden barrel, wiped him clean, put clothes on him and fastened his belt. Then Lan Wangji took a book from the bookcase, turned to the page with the dried flower bookmark, and sat at the desk to read it slowly.

Sure enough, at the end of the Si hour, Wei Wuxian sat up straight from the couch on time, and groped down from the bed like a sleepwalker. He first touched Lan Wangji, scooped him up and rubbed him in his arms, then pinched his thigh out of habit. After quickly washing up, he sobered up a little and walked to the desk. Wei Wuxian took a few bites of an apple, and seeing that the food in the lunch box was almost full, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he said, "Don't you have a family banquet today? Is it okay to eat so much first?"

Lan Wangji calmly straightened the hairband and headband that Wei Wuxian had just messed up and said, "Fill your stomach first."

Wei Wuxian had experienced the food at the Cloud Recesses. The soup was watery, and vegetarian dishes dominated. Everywhere he looked, there was green, tree barks, grass roots, and various medicinal herbs. All the dishes exuded a strong bitter taste, and the bitterness was mixed with a strange sweetness. If it weren't for this, Wei Wuxian would not have thought of roasting the two rabbits to eat. Most of their family banquets were not enough and the food was not good.

Wei Wuxian knew that the Gusu Lan Clan attached great importance to this aspect. Whether or not to allow him to attend the family banquet was basically equivalent to whether or not to recognize his status as a Taoist companion. Lan Wangji must have spent a long time with Lan Qiren to obtain his qualifications. He sighed and smiled, "Don't worry. I will behave well and will not embarrass you."

Although it was called a family dinner, the one at the Cloud Recesses was completely different from Wei Wuxian’s previous understanding of family dinners.

Yunmeng Jiang's family banquet was held in the open-air training ground of Lotus Pier, with more than a dozen large square tables set up. Men, women, old and young sat together randomly, and called each other names at random during the meal. The kitchen was also moved outside, with a row of stoves and fires rising to the sky, and the aroma rising to the sky. If you want to eat something, you can go and get it yourself. If it's not enough, it will be made fresh. Although he had never been to Lanling Jin's family banquet, their family never hesitated to vigorously promote the extremely luxurious details of it, such as the sword dances of famous masters to add to the fun, the coral trees and jade wine pools, and the red brocade covering the ground for hundreds of miles, which was eye-popping.

In comparison, the family banquet at Yunshen Buzhichu was neither lively nor luxurious.

The family education of the Gusu Lan family has always been terribly strict. They are not allowed to talk while eating or sleeping. Even before the banquet begins, no one speaks a word during the meal. Except for the people who just entered the hall, who would greet the elders in a low voice, almost no one spoke, let alone laughed. They all wore the same white clothes, the same white forehead with rolling cloud patterns, and the same solemn and even wooden expressions, as if they were all cast from the same mold.

Looking at the whole hall of people in mourning, Wei WuXian pretended not to notice the surprised or unfriendly looks from others, and muttered in his heart, "Is this called a family dinner? How come it's even more dead than a funeral?"

At this moment, Lan Xichen and Lan Qiren entered the banquet hall. Lan Wangji, who had been sitting quietly beside Wei Wuxian, finally moved.

Lan Qiren was about to have a seizure when he saw Wei Wuxian, so he simply chose not to look at him and stared straight ahead. Lan Xichen was still warm and gentle, with a faint smile on his face, making people feel like they were in the spring breeze. However, whether it was due to the seclusion, Wei Wuxian felt that Zewu Jun seemed to have become much thinner.

After the patriarch took his seat, Lan Xichen made a few simple polite remarks and the banquet began.

The first dish served was a soup.

It is the custom of the Gusu Lan family to have soup before meals. The appearance is a simple black pottery round bowl, which can be held in the palm of your hand and feels smooth. When you open the small pottery lid, you will see a pile of green and yellow vegetable leaves, tree bark and grass roots.

Just by looking at it, Wei Wuxian's eyebrows twitched twice. After scooping a spoonful into his mouth, even though he had prepared himself mentally, he couldn't help but close his eyes and hold his forehead.

It took him a while to come back to his senses from the huge blow to his sense of taste. He barely supported his body with his elbows and thought to himself, "...if the ancestor of the Lan family was a monk, he must have been an ascetic."

Wei Wuxian couldn't help but miss the big pot filled with lotus root and pork rib soup on the training ground when the family banquet was held in the Lotus Pier. The aroma of meat and lotus root spread ten miles, attracting the children nearby to climb over the wall of the Lotus Pier to peek in, drooling, and crying and shouting that they wanted to become disciples of the Yunmeng Jiang Clan. In comparison, at this moment, I don't know whether I should sympathize more with myself who has a bitter and sweet mouth, or with Lan Wangji who grew up eating these.

But seeing that the other Lan family members in the hall drank the medicine soup without changing their expressions, their movements were very elegant and natural, and they were calm and composed, Wei Wuxian was embarrassed to keep half of the soup for himself. Moreover, among the four thousand, no, now I don’t know how many thousands of family rules of the Lan family, he remembered that there were also requirements for dining etiquette, such as not being picky about food and leaving leftovers, and not eating more than three bowls of rice. Although he thought this family rule was incredible, he didn’t want to be spurned by Lan Qiren again so soon.

Unexpectedly, just as he was about to grit his teeth and drink the strange medicinal soup in one gulp, he suddenly found that the bowl in front of him was empty.

Wei WuXian: “???”

He couldn't help but pick up the exquisite black pottery cup and thought to himself, "I clearly just took a sip? Is there a hole at the bottom that must have leaked out?"

But the food table was clean and bright, without any soup.

Wei Wuxian glanced sideways and saw Lan Wangji just finishing the last sip of the medicine as if nothing had happened, closing the lid, and wiping the corners of his lips with his eyelids lowered.

But Wei Wuxian remembered clearly that Lan Wangji had definitely finished his cup long ago.

He also discovered that Lan Wangji's dining table seemed to be much closer to him than before the banquet began, as if it had been moved quietly.

Wei WuXian: “…”

He raised his eyebrows and mouthed the words to Lan Wangji: Hanguang-jun, your hands are pretty fast, right?

Lan Wangji put down his scarf, glanced over here, and then calmly shifted his gaze back.