“你特别好。我喜欢你。”
“You’re amazing,” Wei Wuxian said. “I like you.”
“…”
“或者换个说法。心悦你,爱你,想要你,没法离开你,随便怎么你。”
“Or to phrase it another way—I adore you, love you, want you, can’t bear to part from you—I’ll have you in whatever way you’ll have me.”
他把手放上去,覆盖了那个伤痕,笑容也减淡了很多,道:“蓝湛,你告诉我,这个是不是也和我有关?”
He placed his hand over it, covering the scar, his smile fading. “Lan Zhan,” he said. “Tell me, does this also have something to do with me?”
江澄,哭了。
Jiang Cheng had begun to cry.
他一边从眼中流下泪,一边咬牙切齿地道:“……凭什么……你凭什么不告诉我!”
As tears fell from his eyes, he gritted out, “…Why… Why didn’t you tell me!”
江澄捏紧了拳头,像是要砸别人,像是要砸自己,最终,还是砸在了地上。
Jiang Cheng clenched his fists, like he wanted to hit someone, like he wanted to hit himself—but ultimately, he ended up hitting the ground.
说着拔出竹笛。可他还没将笛子送到唇边,蓝忘机又一把抢过来,道:“不许吹给他听。”
As he spoke, he pulled out his dizi. However, he didn’t even get a chance to bring it to his lips before Lan Wangji snatched it from him and said, “You’re not allowed to play it for him.”
魏无羡揶揄道:“你怎么这么霸道呀。”
“How come you’re being so bossy?” Wei Wuxian teased.
蓝忘机不高兴地重复道:“不许吹给他听!”
“You’re not allowed to play it for him!” Lan Wangji repeated, upset.
他从蓝忘机身上退了下来,坐在他对面,笑嘻嘻地分开双腿,道:“那你就看着我和避尘玩儿好了。”
He got off of Lan Wangji and sat down in front of him. Parting his legs with a smile, he said, “You’ll just have to watch me play with Bichen, then.”