After descending the mountain road and taking a hidden path out of the Cloud Recesses, they walked farther and farther away until they were completely out of the area where the Gusu Lan Clan's disciples usually hang out. Wei Wuxian suddenly said, "Ouch, my stomach hurts."

Lan Wangji immediately stopped and said, "Rest and change the medicine."

Wei WuXian said, “No. I’ll just sit on it.”

Lan Wangji said, "Please sit down."

Wei WuXian said with a bitter face, “But the movement of getting on the donkey is too big, I’m afraid it will hurt my wound.”

His wounds had long since healed, so this was clearly a lie. Lan Wangji stopped, turned around, looked at him, and suddenly reached out, avoiding the injured part, hugged his waist, lifted him up gently, and placed him on Xiaopingguo's back.

One of them was riding a donkey, and the other was walking on the side of the road. Wei Wuxian sat on Little Apple's back, smiling with his eyes curved. Lan Wangji asked, "What's going on?"

Wei WuXian said, “Nothing.”

He felt a little proud, as if he had done something bad.

Although he didn't remember many things from his childhood, there was one scene that was always vaguely imprinted in his mind.

A small road, a small donkey, and three people. A man in black gently lifted a woman in white and put her on the donkey's back. He then lifted a small child high up and carried it on his shoulders.

He was the kid who was too short to reach a person's legs. He sat on the shoulders of the man in black and suddenly became very tall and majestic. He grabbed the man's hair and rubbed his face. His legs kept flapping and he kept shouting. The woman in white sat on the donkey's back, looking at them and seemed to be laughing. The man was silent and didn't like to talk. He just supported him to make him sit higher and more stable, and held the donkey's rope with one hand. The three of them squeezed on a small road and walked slowly forward.

This is one of the few memories he has.

Those are his father and mother.

Wei WuXian said: “Lan Zhan, please pull the rope.”

Lan Wangji asked, “Why?”

Little Apple is smart, it’s not like she doesn’t know how to follow someone. Wei WuXian said, “Please do me a favor and hold your hand.”

Although he still didn't understand why Wei Wuxian's smile was so bright, Lan Wangji still took up Little Apple's reins as he was told and held them in his hand.

Wei WuXian muttered to himself, “Yeah. We’re just missing a little one.”

Lan Wangji asked, “What?”

Wei Wuxian said with a chuckle: "Nothing. Lan Zhan, you are such a good person."

The journey to Yiling was clearly uncertain, and even more dangerous than good. However, Wei Wuxian was not nervous at all. He rode a small flower donkey with Lan Wangji leading the way. He felt very relaxed, as if he was riding on clouds. He felt that even if a bunch of noble families appeared from the roadside, it would be nothing except spoiling the mood. He even felt like appreciating the wild fields under the moonlight, and pulled out the bamboo flute from his waist. Naturally, he played a melody.

The sound of the flute was clear and melodious. Lan Wangji's steps slowed down slightly, but Wei Wuxian's heart suddenly brightened.

He said, "Lan Zhan! Let me ask you, what was the name of the song you sang to me when we were massacring at the bottom of Xuanwu Cave in Muxi Mountain?"

Lan Wangji looked at him and asked, "Why did you suddenly remember to ask this?"

Wei WuXian said, “Just tell me, what’s your name? I think I figured out how you recognized me.”

The tune he blew that night at Mount Dafan was exactly the same tune that Lan Wangji had sung softly beside him when he was drowsy and had a low fever at the bottom of the Xuanwu Cave during the massacre at Mount Muxi!

Lan Wangji remained silent, so Wei Wuxian urged him, “Tell me, what song is it? Who composed it?”

Lan Wangji said: "Me."

Wei WuXian said, “You did this?!”

Lan Wangji said, “Yeah.”

Wei Wuxian originally thought that the piece was a secret song of the Gusu Lan Clan, but he was surprised and delighted. He was surprised but couldn't explain why. He tried to test me, "If you really recognized me like this, then you have never played this piece of music to anyone else?"

Lan Wangji said, “No.”

Wei Wuxian was so happy that he kicked Little Apple hard. Little Apple screamed angrily, as if he wanted to kick him off. Lan Wangji quickly tightened the rope. Wei Wuxian hugged Little Apple's neck and said, "It's okay, it's just like that. It only kicks twice. Let's continue. What's its name?"

Lan Wangji asked: "What do you think?"

Wei WuXian said, “What do you mean by ‘I think’? Is there a name at all?” He wondered in his heart, could it be that Lan Zhan chose a name in the same style as Jiang Cheng? Impossible! He said, “Are you asking for my opinion? I think it’s better to call him…”

After all the more than eighty names he carefully selected were rejected by Lan Wangji, Wei Wuxian’s interest finally faded.

In order to avoid running into the monks who were searching, the two chose to take the remote country roads. After walking for a day, Wei Wuxian felt a little tired and thirsty. Seeing a farmhouse on the side of the road, Lan Wangji took Little Apple.

I knocked on the door but no one answered. I pushed it again and it opened by itself. In the middle of the yard stood a handmade wooden table with a pot of half-shelled beans on it. Next to the mud wall stood a tall straw stack with a rake stuck in it. Chickens were running around pecking at the straw.

Wei WuXian saw a few melons piled up in the corner of the yard, so he walked over and picked one up, saying seriously, “The master is not here, HanGuang-Jun, we can do whatever we want.”

Lan Wangji was about to take out the silver and put it on the table when he heard footsteps outside the wall. Two people, one in front and one behind. It must be the master coming home. Wei Wuxian didn't know why, but when he heard the footsteps, he immediately threw Lan Wangji behind the straw stack.

Fortunately, Lan Wangji was always calm and composed, so he didn't make a sound when he suddenly jumped. But he obviously didn't understand why they had to hide. Wei Wuxian also thought: "Yes, why should we hide? The villagers in this country won't recognize us. Can't we just say we are here to buy food? Maybe we have done too many bad things. We are used to it."

However, when he pounced on Lan Wangji, he pressed him down on the soft straw stack. This semi-forced posture gave him a strange sense of excitement, so he simply didn't get up, and raised his index finger in a deep voice, signaling Lan Wangji not to make a sound. Then he pretended that he had no choice, and lay on him with a clear conscience, filled with unspeakable joy.

There was a sound of wooden stools being moved in the yard, and the two farm owners seemed to sit down at the small wooden table. A female voice said, "Second brother, let me hold the baby."

Hearing this "Second Brother", Lan Wangji was slightly startled.

At this time, a man's voice said, "Just peel the beans." Then the murmurs of a sleeping child were heard.

They seemed to be a young couple, the wife was preparing dinner while the husband was holding his sleeping child.

Wei WuXian winked at Lan WangJi with a smile and whispered, "Coincidentally, one of the owners of this farmhouse is also a 'Second Brother'."

He raised his voice, revealing a playful tone. Lan Wangji glanced at him solemnly and turned his head away. Wei Wuxian's heart softened, and he leaned over to his ear and whispered, "Second Brother Lan."

Lan Wangji's breathing seemed to stagnate for a moment, and the look in his eyes seemed to contain a warning.

In the yard, the wife laughed and said, "You don't know how to hold him. If you wake him up later, I will have to comfort him."

The husband said, "He played too much today and is exhausted. He can't wake up now."

The wife was picking beans in her hands and said, "Second brother, you really need to discipline Abao. He is only four years old and he is like this. What will happen when he grows up? The child has cried several times and said he doesn't want to play with him anymore."

The husband said, "But she still responds every time. She says she doesn't want to play with him, but she clearly wants to play with him in her heart."

Wei WuXian pouted and said, “Second Brother Lan, what do you think of this statement? Do you agree?”

Lan Wangji said, “Stop talking.”

The volume of their voices was too loud for ordinary people to hear. While the young couple chatted about their daily lives, Wei Wuxian leaned close to Lan Wangji's ear and kept calling him "Second Brother Lan" seven or eight times in a row. Lan Wangji seemed to finally be unable to bear it anymore and turned over suddenly.

His movements were quick and steady. The haystack remained motionless, but Wei Wuxian was pinned beneath him.

Lan Wangji whispered, “If you scream again, I’ll stop talking.”

Wei Wuxian stretched out his hand towards his face, but Lan Wangji immediately grabbed his wrist. Wei Wuxian said seriously, "Hanguang-jun, there is straw on your forehead."

Hearing this, Lan Wangji slowly let go. Wei Wuxian helped him remove the tiny straw, held it in front of him, and said proudly, "See, I didn't lie to you."

Before he could feel proud for long, he heard the young wife say, "Even so, we can't let Abao bully others."

Her husband said casually, "Just let him go. Little boys bully whoever they like. They just want others to watch over them."

Upon hearing this, Wei WuXian’s smile froze.

At this time, the young child seemed to have woken up and murmured a few words in a baby voice. The couple hurriedly coaxed him together. After a while, the child fell asleep again. The young woman said, "Second brother, I just told you that I need you to discipline Abao. It's not only because of this, but also because things are not peaceful recently. You need to stop him from playing around and come back early every day."

The husband said, "I know. Is it because all the old graves near the village have been dug up in the past few days?"

The wife said, "I heard that not only in our village, but also in the city, many families have had accidents at their ancestral graves. It's too weird. Abao should play at home more and not go out all the time."

The husband said, "Well. It would be bad if we met that Yiling Patriarch."

Wei WuXian: “…”

The young woman said softly, "I have heard the story of Yiling Patriarch since I was a child. I thought that 'if you don't listen, Yiling Patriarch will come back to find you and feed you to ghosts' was just something adults said to coax children for fun. Who knew that this person really existed and actually came back."

The husband said, "Yes. When I heard about the grave digging, I thought of him. It turned out to be true. The news spread all over the city."

Wei Wuxian had no other choice but to be helpless as he was tied to "grave digging". To be honest, he had done a lot of such things before. The most famous one was during the middle of the Shooting Sun Campaign, when he dug deep into the ground and turned the tombs of the ancestors of the Wen family in Qishan upside down, turning all the bodies into corpse puppets. And every time he killed a cultivator of the Wen family, he refined them into puppets, and then drove them to kill their relatives and friends. During the Shooting Sun Campaign, these deeds were inspiring and praised. However, the longer the Shooting Sun Campaign was over, the more terrified and disgusted others were when they mentioned it. Not only others, but even he himself thought it was too much. In addition, his identity was revealed a few days ago, so it was no wonder that people thought it was done by the Yiling Patriarch when they heard about the large-scale grave digging in various places.