Wei WuXian, “Ugh. It’s so boring.”
Wei WuXian, “It really is so boring.”
Wei WuXian, “It’s too quiet.”
Wei WuXian, “Ahhh.”
Wei WuXian, “I’m hungry. Lan Zhan, why don’t you get up and make me something? Make me some of that tortoise meat.”
Wei WuXian, “Nevermind, I’d rather not. The meat of man-eating beasts like this one is definitely rotten. You shouldn’t move after all.”
Wei WuXian, “Why are you like this, Lan Zhan? You’re so boring. Your mouth is closed and your eyes are closed; you don’t talk to me and you don’t look at me. Are you in Zen or are you a monk or something? Right, your founder really was a monk. I forgot.”
Lan WangJi, “Be quiet. You are still fevered. Do not talk. Conserve your strength.”
Wei WuXian, “You finally responded to me. How many days have we been waiting for? Why hasn’t anyone come to rescue us yet?”
Lan WangJi, “It has not even been one day.”
Wei WuXian covered his face, “Why is it so difficult? It must be because I’m with you. Jiang Cheng should’ve been the one who stayed. Even arguing with him would be more interesting than being like this with you. Jiang Cheng! Where the hell are you?! It’s almost been seven days!!!”
Lan WangJi stabbed a branch into the fire, somehow managing to give it the air of a sword. Spreading everywhere, the sparks danced through the air. He spoke coldly, “Rest.”
Wei WuXian curled up into a shrimp again, facing him, “Are you serious? I just woke up and you’re telling me to rest. Do you really hate seeing the awake version of me so much?”
Taking the branch away, Lan WangJi replied calmly, “You are thinking too much.”
Wei WuXian, Absolutely nothing works on him. He’s not at all as interesting as how he was a few days ago, face as dark as the bottom of a pan, speaking with actual tone, even biting others when he was mad. But one shouldn’t hope to see such a Lan Zhan so easily. I probably wouldn’t be able to see it again until the end of my life.
He spoke, “I’m so bored. Lan Zhan, let’s chat. You can start.”
Lan WangJi, “When did you usually leep?”
Wei WuXian, “Your start is so boring. It’s so dry that it reaaally makes me not want to continue. But I’m still gonna give you some face and continue. Let me tell you—in Lotus Pier, I’ve never slept before one in the morning. I often stay up all night.”
Lan WangJi, “Improper conduct. A bad habit.”
Wei WuXian, “You think that everyone is like your sect’s people?”
Lan WangJi, “It needs to stop.”
Wei WuXian covered his ears, “I’m sick. I’m feverish, Brother, can’t you say something nicer? And make poor, poor me feel better?”
Nothing came out of Lan WangJi’s closed mouth. Wei WuXian, “You don’t know what to say? Fine, I should’ve known. Then, if you don’t know what to say, can you sing? How about you sing a song?”
It had originally be an offhand remark. He was chatting with Lan WangJi to pass the time and didn’t at all expect him to agree. Yet, after a few moments of silence, a low yet mild voice echoed softly through the hollow cave.
Lan WangJi really did begin to sing.
Wei WuXian closed his eyes, turned around, and spread out his limbs, “It sounds nice.”
He asked, “What’s it called?”
Lan WangJi seemed to murmur something. Wei WuXian opened his eyes, “What was it called again?”
Translator’s Notes
Undergarments: Just to reiterate, the undergarments mentioned here are not actual modern-day underwear. It’s like a sleeping robe that one wears under the outer robe. They did not just share underwear (although they probably do, sometime in the future)>
The water used to wash clothes: This stems from the Chinese proverb of ‘not touching spring water’, which means that one either cares about being clean too much or is affluent enough to not touch the cold, early-spring water when washing clothes.
Brother: ‘Second Brother Lan’ is indeed too much of a turn-off.
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