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podfic of xparrot's story

Shen Wei is very confused (it's all right; Zhao Yunlan is there to catch him.)

Shen Wei's ten thousand years of watching Kunlun's lives and, eventually, finding his own. Character Study, Drama, Angst (lots of angst), I-5

The humans were building a city around the sacred tree.

A city.

Over the gateway to the underworld.

Shen Wei wasn't sure whether to be impressed or to despair.

More crack mix to flail to! Goes with the main fic through chapter 9.

1930s AU. Shen Wei is the owner of DIxing Productions, China's biggest movie production company. Zhao Yun Lan is his unruliest talent and biggest star. When Shen Wei tries to plan Zhao Yun Lan's future for him, things naturally don't go according to the script.

Fantasizing about Shen Wei—in all his guises—was something Zhao Yunlan had considerable practice doing.

Shen Wei builds his life in Haixing, suddenly thrust into the present, and waits for Kunlun.

Li Qian walks into Dixing with a first-aid kit and a plan.

Shen Wei is sick of the campus cafeteria

“It’s a good thing you’re pretty,” the cat says in a voice full of disdain.

“Aww.” Yunlan reaches up to rub behind Da Qing's ears. “You say the nicest things!”

It’s not easy to tell a new ghost from a live person, but there’s something about the way they take up their space in the world – a sort of thinness, a lack of strength, and even, yes, transparency in the right kind of light from the right sort of angle. Those who aren’t looking for something wrong can be forgiven for not noticing. The newer they are, the harder it is to tell.

Zhao Yunlan stares at them for a moment through the misty glass of the display counter and through the rows of pie slices, before someone raps their knuckles sharply on the counter, and he looks up.

Zhu Hong is there, red lipstick redder than blood, and snake-slitted eyes narrowed at him. “Hey, you,” she grumbles.