Please, [Jin Guangyao acquiesces, his smile small and tender, living mostly in the eyes, and carries the bags over to the stone table beneath the red maple tree. and there he sets everything out while Lan Xichen goes through the now-familiar motions of their shared life together: the tea, the dishes and cutlery arranged just so, all while the cool spring breeze makes gentle music with the wind chimes. it's all very idyllic, really! no wonder Shen Yuan is so nervous, nothing this pleasant can ever last for long in Trench.
once they are seated with the tea poured and their bowls filled with rice and curry (the spicier the better for this boy from Yunping, though he has of course ensured that Lan Xichen's fare is much, much milder), Jin Guangyao looks up at the low branches of the maple tree. Li meimei, Huaisang's oriole, has made herself comfortable amid the leaves and is treating them both to the melodic lilt of her birdsong.]
Er-ge, did I tell you that Huaisang and I shared a winter mourning?
[he knows the answer is 'no.' but this is how he's choosing to crack open this topic, so bear with him.]
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once they are seated with the tea poured and their bowls filled with rice and curry (the spicier the better for this boy from Yunping, though he has of course ensured that Lan Xichen's fare is much, much milder), Jin Guangyao looks up at the low branches of the maple tree. Li meimei, Huaisang's oriole, has made herself comfortable amid the leaves and is treating them both to the melodic lilt of her birdsong.]
Er-ge, did I tell you that Huaisang and I shared a winter mourning?
[he knows the answer is 'no.' but this is how he's choosing to crack open this topic, so bear with him.]