spring (and it’s starting again)

“A-Yuan,” Wei Ying says, a laugh perched behind his voice, “can’t you stay where I put you for five minutes? I’ll plant you again, see if I don’t, and Wen Qing won’t stop me this time. You can’t run off after every pretty man who--”Lan Wangji is having some kind of out of body fit, he thinks faintly. Wei Ying has been missing for years, has never answered a letter, and he’s...here at Lan Xichen’s weekend market? With a child?His hair is in the messiest braid, flyaway bits every which way. Lan Wangji’s traitorous fingers want to tame it. He makes some sort of noise, he thinks, but it’s not precisely a word. It’s enough, anyway, to draw Wei Ying’s attention. Lan Wangji watches as Wei Ying’s smile breaks open like a flower. or: the market scene but everyone has cellphones and takes the metro now