it’s so funny that lan qiren and everyone else imagine lan zhan as that pure, virgin, virtuous man who never had one perverted thought in his life.
in reality, boy kissed the object of his affections against a tree like there’s no tomorrow, fucked him in the middle of a forest, fucked him in dreams, fucked him in a bathtub, fucked him upside down, thoroughly makes sure that ‘everyday is everyday’, probably never had one ‘virtuous’ thought ever since meeting wei wuxian instead.
no one knows that wei wuxian was thrown in the burial mounds, right? no one actually believes that, correct? it was the first thing he brushed off when he got back, so jiang cheng and lan wangji probably think it was a misunderstanding. they didn’t think much of it, at the time. but wei wuxian really was thrown. he fought corpses, hunger, thirst, sleepiness, exhaustion and survived out of spite. it’s one of those experiences only he will know, a trauma he’ll be alone to make it heal, something to remember and kept inside and never to approach the topic again. wei wuxian’s always been like this, so that matter, although huge for the plot and devastatingly painful overall, will be forgotten. is forgotten, as he moves on.
and that’s kind of the melancholic beauty of that, isn’t it? forgetting the bad things, remembering the good, forgiving and living. like: ‘it doesn’t matter what happened to me, i’m happy now and it’s gone, so forward i go’. that’s wei wuxian, as always.
songxiao were married for the LONGEST time but never thought to tell anyone and so one day when xxc refers to song lan as his husband everyone’s like “??!”