The Founder of Diabolism: 97 | 寤 寐 Twenty-eighth

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Into the room, he closed the door with his backhand. Wei Wuxian leaned on the door frame. When he heard the loud closing noise of Lan Wangji from outside, he immediately raised his hand and slapped himself.

He sat heavily on the wooden couch, burying his still hot face in the palm of his hand for a while, and the heat did not subside. The same goes for the face and the body. Picking up the water from the teapot on the table and splashing his head and face was useless. He now has the smell of Lan Wangji all over him.

Wei Wuxian knows that if he continues to stay here, thinking that Lan Wangji is just a wall away from him, thinking about what they were doing not long ago, I'm afraid I won't think about it for a moment There is peace. This place is definitely not tonight.

He pushed open the wooden window, stepped on the window lattice, and jumped out lightly, like a black cat, silently landed on a street outside the inn.

It's late at night, and there are no people on the street, which is convenient for Wei Wuxian to run wild.

By running across the wall that Fang Lanjiji drunk when he was drunk, he stopped and stopped.

The walls are full of messy rabbits, pheasants, and villains. Looking at it, Wei Wuxian remembered Lan Wangji's full-fledged look when drawing them. After drawing, he pulled himself to ask him to appreciate the look, could not help but hold his mouth.

An incomparable regret arose.

If only he didn't take advantage of his arrogance.

At least it can still pretend to be incorruptible and indifferent, embarrassedly embracing on the blue forget machine, crowded beside him to pretend to sleep or sleep peacefully, instead of sleeping at night, rushing out of the inn on the street without head Flies like a fly and vents.

Wei Wuxian reached out his hand and brushed the two little men on the wall who were pouting and kissing, and came to the "Lan Wangji's tour" above. These sentences are to be erased. Before erasing, he traced the trajectory of these three words with his fingertips on the name "Blue Forgetting Machine".

Once, twice, three times.

The more you describe, the harder it will be.

Suddenly, he heard a snoring sound, and it was midnight, alert in his heart, and looking around the corner, he saw a black figure slicing on the wall, holding a small file, and leveling with concentration. Traces of graffiti on the wall.

Wei Wuxian: "..."

Wen Ning turned around, his face was gray and white, and said, "Young Master, why are you here?"

Wei Wuxian said, "What are you doing?"

"Oh." Wen Ning said: "I see a lot of blue Young Master writing. People here will wake up and see tomorrow, it is estimated that it will cause trouble for others, so I will erase some of them ..." He wondered: "What about Blue Young Master?"

Wei Wuxian bowed his head and said, "He's resting, I'll just come out and turn around."

Wen Ning noticed that he was in a bad mood, and stopped moving, saying: "Young Master, what happened?"

He took a few steps towards Wei Wuxian and suddenly hesitated, back and forth. Wei Wuxian said for a moment: "What are you doing?"

Wen Ning seemed scared, and quickly waved his hand: "No, nothing, nothing!"

Wei Wuxian knew at a glance that he was embarrassed, and glanced inadvertently, and found that there were several red fingerprints on his wrist, which were left when Lan Wangji grabbed him and pressed him on the bed. When I touched my lips, I was slightly red and swollen. At that time, they rolled on the couch unconsciously, hoping to rub them together, and Lan Wangji bit and gnawed on him, presumably with a wonderful neck. If there is blood on Wen Ning's face, it is estimated that now the face already is red and bleeding. Wei Wuxian didn't know what to say, and said, "You ... hey!"

He sat down at the corner and sighed, "I want to drink."

Wen Ning immediately said: "I'll buy it."

Wei Wuxian said, "Come back! What are you running?"

Wen Ning is back again: "Find wine ..."

Wei Wuxian said: "I said you ... I just said it casually, you really went to find, you are not really my servant."

Wen Ning said: "I know."

Wei Wuxian said, "Again, do you have money?"

Wen Ning said: "No ..."

Wei Wuxian said: "Look! I know!"

Wen Ning enviously said, "However, there is a lot of money on the blue Young Master ... a lot of money ... so good."

"Yeah." Wei Wuxian slaps his back on the wall for a few times, and "hesitates" several times in a row, saying, "Forget it. I will never drink again."

Wen Ning is surprised: "Why?"

Wei Wuxian said, "Drinking bad things. I want to quit drinking."

Wen Ning twitched. Wei Wuxian said, "What do you mean, don't you believe it."

Wen Ning shouted: "No, no ... but, did my sister try to do everything and did not let Young Master stop you from drinking ..."

"Ha ha, ha ha." Wei Wuxian remembered, "Isn't she thinking of a way to pierce my body with two needles for three days?"

It's enough to laugh, Wei Wuxian suddenly said: "Wen Ning, have you ever thought about it, after these messy things have passed, what are you going to do?"

Wen Ning said for a moment, "What to do?"

In this world, Wenning already does not have any close people, even few people it knows. He had never been good at taking his own ideas, and had little determination. It was either behind warm feelings or behind Wei Wuxian. Except for this, he probably didn't know where to go and where he could go. But Wei Wuxian always hoped that he could find his own way. But you can say it as if you were driving him.

Think again, Wen Ning doesn't know where to go, why does he know? Originally with Lan Wangji, he had never considered this issue at all, and rightly felt that it would continue like this without change. But after tonight, maybe he and Lan Wangji could never recover that relationship. It seems that it is not impossible for people to wander around in all directions without leaving Lan Wangji.

But there was a voice in Wei Wuxian's heart telling him clearly: No.

At that time, his nonsense on Jinlintai really fulfilled. Now Wei Wuxian can't do without Lan Lanji.

Wei Wuxian sighed, and said ruthlessly, "I want to drink."

The more he thought about it, the more he became depressed and depressed, and the anxiety of nowhere to vent eventually turned into anger, and he jumped up and said, "Fuck. Wenning, go!"

Wen Ning said: "Where to go?"

Wei Wuxian said, "Let's find the bad luck!"