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Zhu Hong has a standard response when people are surprised by her relationship with Li Qian.

A drabble inspired by china_shop's lovely fic, "like sunlight on scales"

POV: you left your husband and cat alone with the kite for ten minutes

Zhao Yunlan convinces Shen Wei to take the summer term off.

Zhao Yunlan accidentally buys a painting imbued with dark energy.

A sudden pulling feeling stuns him. It is not physical, as if it is...pulling something in the air. Shen Wei blinks confusedly at the puppet.

It blinks back at him. 

Instead of falling asleep, Shen Wei gets to experience the millennia of longing, year after a lonely year.

Four times Guo Changcheng solved the mystery of Professor Shen and one time everyone else did.

Red Pocket Prompt Fest 2023 and Guardian Bingo 2023 fill

“My still so dear Yunlan,

Once again I woke up thinking about writing to you. I've been trying for a long time, but the words escape me, as if there isn't all this chaos inside me about you. As if I don't have words for all the things that are gone. And for those things that still could be something beautiful.

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For Shen Wei, for the pain in his chest that hadn't ceased since Zhao Yunlan left, it didn't need a long speech, a long argument. He didn't need much more than that oblivion which, for him, meant forgiveness. Anything else would just be superfluous.

"Quiet," his Lordship commands, and the room falls silent. His finger settles under Chu Shuzhi's chin to tilt his head up, his gaze heavy on Chu Shuzhi, his eyes dark as a storm underneath the mask. "This one isn't mine to discipline anymore," he says coldly, causing a victorious murmur among the crowd.

Chu Shuzhi doesn't flinch. He doesn't move at all. He has to remind himself to breathe.

There's only a fraction of a second to decide.

Shen Wei, in between falling from the roof as Professor Shen and reappearing as the Black-Cloaked Envoy.

It is getting closer to him.

Dark energy is not entirely dark. There is a spark of blue and glimmering white in the blast.

The blast.

Zhao Yunlan's body entirely freezes. He needs to move out of the way but his body is not responding to his mind.

The blast is getting closer to him, to the point that even if he moved, it would still hit him badly. Zhao Yunlan closes his eyes, waiting for it to come. That would hurt so much.  

drawings

As it was during their previous meetings, the man didn’t look surprised. He was wearing black robes that reminded Shen Wei a bit of his own, though the stranger’s were of slightly lower quality. Hell probably didn’t care much about the prices of the materials, especially when dressing their failed experiments.
“I still don’t know who you are,” the man said out of the blue, addressing Shen Wei directly for the first time.
“Most people ask me what am I.”

“What are you holding?” A growling sound comes from the table just then. Whatever the object is, it is enough to distract Da Qing from the food and for him to stalk over to the edge of the table, body even rounder than usual with his fur bristling.

“Oh, this?” Zhao Yunlan turns to smirk at the cat. He hefts the black box with colourful dials he is lugging under one arm, the box bouncing slightly in a concerning way before he settles it in front of the projecter screen with a thump. “I’m getting ready for our yearly karaoke battle, of course!”

Getting his feet under himself doesn’t prove too difficult, despite the minor protest in his knee. He walks gingerly around the overgrown garden wall to stare down the alleyway. Someone—a woman, he decides the longer he stares—is fighting to get cartons out of an upended trash can. His heart lurches as he takes in the jerky movements and a frustrated sigh makes its way towards him.

Da Qing dressed for the Year of the Rabbit :D