The Founder of Diabolism: 115 | Outside article: Family Banquet 2

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It ’s important to talk first, it ’s important! For the sake of conspicuousness, qaq occupies a little vip chapter, and I have added some words in the author's words.

What I want to say next may be stronger than before, because I am very serious, and I really have no choice but to do something about the recent situation.

1, reiterate + emphasis: please do not compare my article with that of other authors. This is an embarrassment and annoyance for both authors, and it has a very bad impression on readers on both sides. Putting two texts together will cause many unnecessary misunderstandings and frictions.

My wish is ... world peace. Please control your urge, don't be greedy for a while. Reject comparison! Refuse to pull!

2, don't brush me and my text in unrelated places. For example, other authors' articles, groups, Weibo and so on. Please also do not brush my characters and works under the irrelevant artist Weibo. Love is restrained. Excessive Amway is often counterproductive. It is embarrassing to brush everywhere regardless of the occasion, and even attracts resentment. I really do not want this to happen.

3, the most important point-I do n’t know if readers will actually send private messages to people I do n’t know or mention my articles, but I still emphasize: [Please do n’t hit Amway mine Wen's banner goes to send private messages to people you don't know. Refuse to take me or my text forcibly in private messages in any form]. It does n’t matter if it ’s a recommendation or not, no need! I extremely reject this kind of behavior, and neither I nor anyone I know will do it, and refuse to carry it.

After all, the world is not the mae in existencepoi, and I don't control it. I'm just an ordinary person who likes to write something. I want to run around for my life. These alreadys take up all my time and energy. I really have no way to monitor the behavior of others. To tell the truth, I have no ability to restrict, I can only make a verbal request. And this time, already is my third statement. The announcement is longer than written once, and I have to worry about it every time I write it. I hope that I do n’t need to write this kind of thing in the future. I just write the article. In addition, I can only hope that everyone will tell each other and monitor each other. I believe the vast majority of readers are sane, so if you encounter the following situation, please remind each other. Thank you!

I will put a copy of this text in the first chapter, copywriting, and column. When I hang it to see the mood, it should be very clear. If you really like my readers, you will definitely see it ^ _ ^

I know there is too long lazy watching the party, if you can see here and there is no problem, thanks for understanding. Bihar, love you.

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That being said, the two did not immediately find a chance to "try it out" that night. Because, Lan Wangji first had to meet Lan Xichen, who had been in retreat for a long time, and had a long conversation.

Wei Wuxian has a weird habit recently. He likes to sleep on the Lan Wang body, whether it is lying on top of the Lan Wang body, or lying face to face on the Lan Wang chest. The living man could not sleep because of the cushion. He rummaged through the boxes in the quiet room, but it turned out a lot of things.

Lan Wangji has done things properly since he was a child. The trained characters, painted pictures, and written articles are all neatly organized. Then according to the year, Wei Wuxian starts with his copybook when he was the youngest. Looked up, laughed, and relished, seeing Lan Qiren's Zhubi remarks, he had a toothache. However, after turning thousands of pages in a row, I only found a typo on one sheet of paper, and then Lan Wangji copied the typo a hundred times with another sheet of paper, and saw Wei Wu Envy shouted: "This pitiful, I'm afraid I won't recognize the word."

He will continue to look at these faintly yellowed old paper. The night outside the quiet room is dimly lit.

I didn't hear footsteps, but Wei Wuxian hit the Lan Wangji's couch with great skill, and pulled the quilt from his feet to his head. When Lan Wangji gently pushed in the door, he saw the illusion that someone in the house was sleeping.

The action of Lan Wangji was silent. When people saw that they were "sleeping", they converged to Aura, slowly closed the door of the quiet room, and for a moment, they walked towards the couch.

Before approaching, he covered his entire upper body with a quilt that lifted his face.

Lan Wangji: "..."

Wei Wuxian jumped down, hugged Lan Wangji, who was blindfolded in his head and face, pushed him to the bed, and said, "Strong | Rape!"

Lan Wangji: "..."

Wei Wuxian rubbed his hands rudely, but Lan Wangji still lay quietly, as if dead, let him come. Wei Wuxian was boring for a while, and said, "Han Guangjun, why didn't you resist? You are so motionless, I'm strong. What do you mean?"

Lang Wangji's dull voice came from the quilt: "What do you want me to do."

Wei Wuxian followed the good temptation: "I hold you, you push me, do not let me pressure, struggling with legs together, while hoarsely crying for help ..."

Lan Wangji: "Yunshen doesn't know where to make noise."

Wei Wuxian: "Then you can whisper for help. Also, I'll tear your clothes, you should try your best to protect your chest and prevent me from tearing."

There was a silence in the quilt.

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

Wei Wuxian: "Is it difficult?!"

Lan Wangji: "Huh."

Wei Wuxian said: "There is no way, otherwise we should change it. You come to force | **** me ..."

The voice didn't fall, the sky turned round, the quilt flew, and Lan Wangji had pressed him back on the couch.

Because Wei Wuxian was trapped in the quilt for a while, he had a scrupulous headband and wiped his hair. The green silk was slightly scattered, hanging down a few strands, and the original white jade cheeks were transparent. A layer of pale red light halo appeared, and it looked like a shy and timid beauty under the lights. It's a pity that this beauty's hand strength is really a bit ridiculous, such as fine steel hoop, clamped by Wei Wuxian to ask for mercy: "Han Guangjun, Han Guangjun, there are a lot of adults."

Lan Wangji didn't move his eyes, but the two hot and bright lights in his eyes were trembling faintly, his face calmly said: "OK."

Wei Wuxian said, "What is it? Handstand? Rape | Rape? Hey! My clothes."

Lan Wangji said, "It's all you said."

Speaking, he embedded his body between Wei Wuxian's legs and pressed for a while. Wei Wuxian waited for a long time without saying anything. "What's wrong!"

Lan Wangji got up slightly and said, "Why not resist."

Wei Wuxian gripped his waist with his legs, slowly rubbing his back to keep him away, grinning: "Oh, what can I do. As soon as you press over, I can't help myself with both legs It ’s opened, it ’s not close together, and there ’s no way to resist. It ’s hard for me and hard to stop ... Stop, come, let me show you something first. ”He took out a piece of paper from his arms and said : "Lan Zhan, I ask you, how can you write a word in such a simple way, and you don't have to worry about studying? What do you think in your mind all day?"

Lan Wangji glanced at the paper without a word, but the meaning in that gaze was obvious again: Wei Wuxian, a mistaken king of copying books with wild grass and knowing how to cut corners, also accused him of writing wrong A word.

Wei Wuxian pretended not to understand his eyes, and continued: "Look at the date of your payment, I count ... At this time, you are 15 or 16 years old, are you still committing crimes when you are 15 or 16 years old? This is wrong, you ... "

But he thought about the date written in that paragraph, and it happened to coincide with the three months he had studied in Yunshen at that time.

Wei Wuxian was instantly overjoyed, and said deliberately, "Isn't Brother Lan Lan a young boy who doesn't have to read and write in his heart, thinking about me?"

At that time, Wei Wuxian made a copy in the library, and splashed and rolled across the blue vanity all day, posing dead, and harassed by all kinds of things, making it difficult for Lan Wangji to be clean, or it was difficult to "think" about him, but, Not that kind of "thinking". Under such circumstances, Lan Wangji stubbornly carried it all the way, while supervising him to copy the house rules while doing his own thing, and only wrote a word wrong, it is admirable.

Wei Wuxian said, "Hey, why is it my fault and blame me again."

"..." Lan Wangji said dumbly, "Your fault!"

His Aura messed up, trying to grab the piece of paper that was a stain on his life. Wei Wuxian loved to see him forced to this stage, and immediately put a piece of paper on his chest, stuck the meat, and said, "You have the ability to take it."

Lan Wangji reached in without hesitation. And don't take it out.

Wei Wuxian: "You have so much ability!"

The two were in the middle of the night, and in the middle of the night, it was easy to say a few words seriously.

Wei Wuxian is still lying on Lan Wang's body, his face is buried in his neck socket, only feel that the sandalwood atmosphere on Lan Wang's body is getting more gloomy, the whole person is lazy, squinting: "Your brother is okay?"

Lan Wangji held his bare back, touched his hands for a while, and said, "Not so good."

Both of them are sweating, and Wei Wuxian was scratched from the flesh to the bottom of his heart by his touch. He twisted uncomfortably, and contained the blue forgetting machine deeper under him.

Lan Wangji whispered: "In the first few years of my retreat, my brother came to talk to me."

Now it's the other way around.

What did Lan Wangji do in the past few years? Wei Wuxian already need not ask.

He kissed Lan Wangji's ear white lobes, pulled up the quilt, and covered them.

In the early morning of the next day, Lan Wangji got up on time.

He and Wei Wuxian have been living together for several months. He has been working to bring Wei Wuxian's work and life to the right, but it has always been futile. After the disciple sent warm water for bathing, the neatly dressed Lan Wangji stripped the stripped Wei Wuxian from the thin quilt and hugged it into the bucket. Wei Wuxian could still soak in the water while continuing to sleep. Lan Wangji pushed him gently, and he caught Lan Wangji's hand. He kissed the palm of his hand a few times, put it aside to his face, and continued to sleep. When I was really annoyed, I hummed twice, closed my eyes and pulled Lan Wangji down, holding his cheeks for a few more kisses, and said vaguely, "Good, good, no more trouble. Please beg, Get up soon. Um. "

Then a yawn, lying on the edge of the tub and continuing to sleep.

While knowing that even if the house was burning, Wei Wuxian probably only went to another place to continue to sleep, but Lan Wangji persisted in calling him every morning from the humble time, and then he was disturbed by his face without change. Peck more than sixty times.

Return breakfast to the quiet room, place it on a book case that used to contain only pens and inks, and then remove Wei Wuxian who is still drowsy out of the wooden barrel, wipe it clean, put on clothes, fasten the belt, blue I forgot the machine and then took a book from the book grid, turned to the page with the dried flower bookmark, and sat slowly looking at the case.

Sure enough, at the end of the time, Wei Wuxian sat upright from the couch on time, and got out of bed like sleepwalking, first touched the blue forget machine, took it and rubbed it in his arms, then Habitually squeezed his thigh. After the rapid washing, the talent was awake and touched the book case. Wei Wuxian rubbed a bite and bite an apple, and when he saw that the food in the lunch box was full, he smoked at the corner of his mouth, and said, "Isn't there a family banquet in your house today? Is it all right to eat so much?"

Lan Wangji calmly arranged the hair band and wiped by Wei Wuxian, who just messed up, and said, "Before the belly."

The food that Yunshen didn't know was taught by Wei Wuxian. He had clear soup and little water, and he was dominated by vegetarian dishes. All eyes were green, bark and roots of various medicinal materials. Every dish exudes a bitter taste. The bitterness was mixed with a strange sweetness. If not, Wei Wuxian would not have thought of roasting those two rabbits. Most of their family feasts are insatiable and unsatisfactory.

Wei Wuxian knows that his aunt Su Lan attaches great importance to this aspect. The absence of him from attending the family dinner is basically the same as accepting his identity as a priest. Lan Wangji must have been grinding with Lan Qiren for a long time. After earning his qualifications, he sighed and smiled: "Rest assured. I will perform well, and I won't embarrass you."

It's a family feast, but Yun Shen's unknown family feast is completely different from Wei Wuxian's previous understanding of family feast.

Yun Mengjiang's family feast is a dozen or so generous tables on the open-air school shelf of Lianhua Dock. The kitchen was also moved outside. A row of pots and stoves soared into the sky, and the aroma was soaring into the sky. What you want to eat in the past is not enough. Although he has never been to the family dinner of the Jin Family in Lanling, their family never stubbornly spread the extravagant details. The famous sword and dance, the coral tree jade brewing pool, and the red brocade paved floor are amazing. .

By contrast, Yunshen's home party is neither lively nor gorgeous.

Gusu Lan's family education has always been horrible and scary. They ca n’t speak or sleep, and even if they have n’t banqueted, everyone does n’t say a word. Except for those who just entered the hall, they whispered and saluted to their predecessors. There was almost no speech and no laughter. The same white clothes, the same crow-moire white wiping amount, the same look is even muran, as if all were carved in a mold.

Looking at the "Pima Daixiao" in the whole hall, Wei Wuxian pretended not to notice someone else's surprise or bad eyes, and said in disbelief: "Is this a family feast, how can it be Death Qi heavier than a funeral."

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At this time, Lan Xichen and Lan Qiren entered the banquet hall. Lan Wangji, who sat quietly beside Wei Wuxian, moved.

Lan Qiren was sick as soon as he saw Wei Wuxian, so he chose not to look at him, and looked straight ahead. Lan Xichen is still kind, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, which is like a spring breeze. However, I wonder if it was caused by the retreat, but Wei Wuxian felt that Ze Wujun seemed to have cleared up a lot.

After the homeowner took the seat, Lan Xichen briefly spoke a few words and banqueted.

First is a soup.

It is the habit of Gusulan to use soup before meals. The shape is a simple black pottery round cup with palms and smooth feel. Uncovering the small pottery cover, it turned out to be a bunch of green and yellow vegetable bark and grass roots.

Only watching, Wei Wuxian shook his eyebrows twice. After taking a spoonful and putting it in his mouth, Rao was mentally prepared early, and couldn't help eyes closed.

It took a while before he recovered from the trance that tasted badly, his elbows barely supported his body, and his heart said, "... If the ancestors of the Blue Family were monks, they must be ascetic monks."

Wei Wuxian couldn't help but miss the big pot full of lotus root pork rib soup on the school yard when the lotus banquet was at a family dinner. Looking inside, the saliva rushed down and went home crying and shouting to be a disciple in Yunmeng Jiang. By contrast, at this moment, I don't know if I should sympathize more with the bitter and sweet self, or sympathize more with the blue forgetfulness that grew up from snacks.

It can be seen that the other blue family members in the hall drank this cup of soup without changing their face. The action expression was still very elegant and natural, calm, and Wei Wuxian was embarrassed to leave most of the cup alone. Moreover, the four thousand in the Blue House is not right. Now already does not know that there are thousands of house rules. He remembers that there are requirements for diet etiquette, such as not picking food leftovers, and not eating more than three bowls. Although he felt that this family rule was incredible, he didn't want to be cast aside by Lan Qiren so soon.

Who knows, he is about to bite the bullet and sip the cup of weird medicine soup, but suddenly finds that the soup cup already in front of him is empty.

Wei Wuxian: "?????"

He couldn't help but pick up the delicate black pottery cup, and said, "I just took a sip? Is there a hole leaking underneath?"

But the food is clearly clean and bright, without soup.

Wei Wuxian looked sideways, just as Lan Wangji casually drank the last sip of the soup, closed the lid of the pottery, his eyes were closed, and he wiped the corner of his lips with a white towel.

But Wei Wuxian remembered clearly that Lan Wangji's cup was definitely long gone.

He also found that Lan Wangji's food case seemed to be closer to him than before the banquet, as if he had been moved quietly.

Wei Wuxian: "..."

He raised an eyebrow and made a mouthful saying to Lan Wangji: Han Guangjun, his hand is fast?

Lan Wangji put the towel under him, glanced over here, and calmly returned his gaze.

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Finally put something quietly _ (: з) ∠) _

Nie Mingji 191,

Song Zichen 190,

Lan Xichen 188,

Lan Wangji 188,

Wei Wuxian 186,

Golden Xuan 185,

Jiang Wanyin 185,

Hyosung Dust 185,

Wen Qionglin 183,

Xue Yang 180,

Mo Xuanyu 180,

Nie Huaisang 172,

Jin Guangyao 170. (There is no hat, but it is doubtful whether it will increase.)