Chapter 159 Companionship under the Light
Lan Wangji brought dinner to the bedroom. Wei Wuxian had no appetite, so he only drank half a bowl of lotus root and pork rib soup before putting down his spoon.
"Eat some more." Lan Wangji scooped a spoonful of soft and sticky rice and held it to his mouth. "How can you get better if you don't eat?"
Wei Wuxian frowned, but still opened his mouth and ate. The warmth of the soup slid down his throat, soothing his empty stomach and making him feel more refreshed.
Si Zhui held his own small bowl and sat on a small stool beside the bed, eating his rice in small bites, but his eyes would glance at Wei Wuxian from time to time. Only after seeing him eat a few bites did he lower his head with relief.
"Dad, I want to bring my classmates home to play tomorrow, is that okay?" Si Zhui suddenly spoke with a hint of anticipation in his tone.
Wei WuXian was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Of course, but I need to ask your father's consent first."
He looked at Lan Wangji with a hint of teasing in his eyes. Lan Wangji never liked quarrels at home. If it were any other time, he probably wouldn't agree so easily.
Unexpectedly, Lan Wangji just glanced at Si Zhui and said calmly, "Okay, but you can't make noise near the bedroom."
Si Zhui's eyes lit up and he nodded vigorously: "I understand! Thank you, father!"
Wei Wuxian raised an eyebrow, a little surprised, but didn't say much. He knew that Lan Wangji had made an exception and agreed to this because he saw that Si Zhui wasn't feeling well and wanted him to spend more time with him.
After dinner, Lan Wangji cleared the dishes and went to the kitchen, leaving only Wei Wuxian and Sizhui in the bedroom.
Sizhui took out his homework from his schoolbag and bent over the small desk to start writing. The light from the desk lamp fell on his serious little face, and his long eyelashes cast a faint shadow.
Wei Wuxian leaned against the headboard, watching him write stroke by stroke, and his heart suddenly felt very peaceful. The pain seemed to ease a little, leaving only a warm and solid feeling.
“Sizhui,” Wei Wuxian suddenly said, “Have you written your weekly diary yet?”
"I've written half of it." Si Zhui said without looking up, "I'll continue writing after I finish my homework."
"What's it about?"
"I wrote about how Daddy used to take me flying a kite. The kite flew so high, and Daddy smiled like a child." Si Zhui's voice was tinged with laughter. "I also wrote about how Daddy would tell me bedtime stories. Even though they were a mess, I loved them."
Wei Wuxian laughed at what he said, and his throat felt a little itchy, so he couldn't help but cough twice.
Si Zhui immediately stopped writing and turned to look at him: "Dad, are you okay?"
“It’s okay.” Wei Wuxian waved his hand, “Just continue with your homework.”
Si Zhui stood up, walked to the bed, took out a throat lozenge from his pocket, peeled it open and handed it to him: "Daddy, have some candy."
It still tastes like orange.
Wei WuXian took it with a smile and held it in his mouth: “Thank you SiZhui.”
Si Zhui then returned to his desk with peace of mind and continued doing his homework.
The bedroom was silent, the only sounds being the scratching of a pen across paper and Wei Wuxian's occasional suppressed cough. The light was soft, casting a warm halo over the two figures.
This was the scene Lan Wangji saw when he walked in. He walked lightly, said nothing, and just picked up the book beside him, sitting on the sofa and reading quietly.
Time passed slowly, and Sizhui finally finished his homework. He stretched, picked up the weekly journal, walked to the bedside and handed it to Wei Wuxian: "Daddy, look."
Wei Wuxian took the notebook and read it carefully. The childish handwriting was devoid of flowery rhetoric, but filled with sincere emotion. He saw himself running through the fields with Sizhui, carrying Sizhui on his shoulders while watching fireworks, and Sizhui secretly wiping away tears when he was sick...
When Wei Wuxian saw the last sentence, "Although my father is often sick, he is the best father in the world," his eyes were wet.
He raised his head, looked at Sizhui, and said in a hoarse voice: "It's really well written."
Si Zhui smiled sheepishly, "Teacher said that things that are genuine and emotional are the best."
Wei Wuxian ruffled his hair, his heart feeling as if it were filled with something, warm and swollen.
"It's getting late, go to bed." Lan Wangji came over, took the weekly notebook and put it back into Sizhui's schoolbag.
“Yeah.” Si Zhui responded, but then he moved closer to Wei Wuxian and kissed him on the cheek, “Good night, Daddy. Have a sweet dream.”
"Good night." Wei Wuxian smiled and kissed his forehead in return.
Watching Si Zhui being led away by Lan Wangji, Wei Wuxian leaned against the head of the bed, his heart softening.
When Lan Wangji came back, he saw Wei Wuxian still awake, and a smile flashed in his eyes: "Still thinking about Sizhui's weekly diary?"
“Yeah.” Wei WuXian nodded. “This child is becoming more and more sensible.”
"Whatever you want." Lan Wangji walked to the bed and helped him adjust his sleeping position. "It's time to sleep."
Wei Wuxian closed his eyes, but suddenly opened them again: "Lan Zhan, thank you."
Thank you for always being with me, thank you for teaching Si Zhui so well, and thank you for giving me a home.
Lan Wangji held his hand, placed it on his lips and kissed it softly, his voice low and gentle: "Go to sleep."
The moonlight outside the window shone through the gap in the curtains and fell on the two people's clasped hands, gentle and quiet.
Accompanied by Lan Wangji, Wei Wuxian gradually drifted off to sleep. This time, he didn't have a nightmare. Instead, he dreamed of a sunny field. He and Lan Wangji held Sizhui's hand, flew a kite, watched fireworks, and smiled like a child.
The pain seemed to be isolated outside the dream, leaving only full happiness and peace.
Perhaps this is the best time. With your lover by your side and your child on your lap, even if you are sick occasionally, the company of each other will make the pain less difficult.
And such time is worth cherishing and protecting for a lifetime.
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