Wen Qing: okay so like
Wen Qing: were either of you going to warn me
Wen Qing: that Yu Ziyuan and Jiang Fengmian were Like That?
Jin Zixuan: oh no
Lan Wangji: I take it you had your first Family Dinner.
Lan Wangji: I apologize for the lapse.
10 Aug 2020
Perhaps he should have looked at the jingshi first — only it had been so many years since either of them set foot near the place of their mother’s imprisonment. It was a memory that took him there at last, a memory of another search, ended much sooner then. At nine, Lan Huan had known just where his missing brother would be. It was with a strange doubled vision that he saw him there now, kneeling before a closed door. As then, Wangji’s hands were clenched by his thighs. As then, he knelt perfectly still, white robes falling like folds of stone.
04 Oct 2020
“It’s okay that you miss him,” said Lan Wangji, a familiar litany to them both by now. “Do you feel sad?”
“I feel sad,” A-Yuan repeated, shoulders hitching with tiny hiccuping sniffs. “When is he coming back?”
“I don’t know. I am not sure where he is.”
But this seemed to frustrate A-Yuan. “Xian-gege! I miss him! Please, baba?” He looked up at him with wet cheeks and a wide, quivering frown. “Please baba can you ask him? I really miss him!” He sobbed again, heartbreakingly.
It stabbed straight through him, cracking open the reservoir of loss and helplessness that was all his own. His child’s grief did that, sometimes. It always took him by surprise. He caught his breath sharply and gathered A-Yuan into his arms, holding him tight until the pain ebbed.
“I will try,” he said softly into A-Yuan’s hair, when he could speak again. He never made uncertain promises and tried not even to raise uncertain hopes, but his son was hurting. His son believed he could make it better. He couldn’t not try.
Wen Qing might at least know who this “Xian-gege” was. He would text her in the morning. It would be a start.
“Calling out of work today,” Wei Ying‘s compressed phone-voice said through the speaker. “How does that make you feel? Gut reaction only.”
Lan Zhan, phone in one hand, polished dress shoe in the other, froze.
Wei Ying convinces Lan Zhan to take the day off with him.
Fandoms: 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV)
05 Jul 2020
“What’s with all the ruckus, eh?” Wei Wuxian asks as he opens the Jingshi door, to be met with the red, sweaty faces of Ouyang Zizhen and Jin Ling. “Can’t you be a little nicer at this hour of the morning?”
The two share a look between them.
“Senior Wei,” Ouyang Zizhen says, eyes wide and desperate, looking halfway close to tears, “Sizhui and Jingyi are missing.”
When Sizhui and Jingyi go missing during a routine night hunt, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji follow a trail that leads them back to their son. On the way, their past catches up to them.