[it's so, so strange, watching and reliving a memory rather than experiencing it in the moment.
sizhui stands before wei wuxian and himself, listening silently to the conversation, a faint, wistful-looking smile lifting his lips at the edges. “i remembered things but could not confirm, so i came to ask.”
“what things?”
“someone who claimed to have top-notch cooking skills, but made dishes that were extremely spicy.” memory wei wuxian laughs nervously, glances sideways at others nearby, though is quick to redirect when sizhui continues. “who buried me in a field of radishes, saying that with water and sunlight, i would grow taller. and, if we were lucky, perhaps some friends and siblings would sprout for me.”
“you promised we would treat hanguang-jun to a meal then ran off without paying. again.” there's a laugh from actual sizhui, his right hand raises and rests against his neck, expression softening significantly as it's revealed shortly thereafter: “back then, i was too young, i couldn't remember every single thing, but these are some of my memories, and i'm sure my surname is ‘wen’.” wei wuxian's features twist with confusion, “wen? but i thought...”
“a-yuan.” memory sizhui nods vigorously. “senior wei, i am a-yuan.” again, wei wuxian looks disbelieving, “a-yuan?” then he huffs a laugh, his appearance falters, coming off more and more incredulous, until the man finally breaks. he smiles, flutters his eyes like he's trying to fight back tears, although to no avail; they spring forth and not long after, sizhui's crying too, rushing forward and embracing his senior in the tightest hug he can manage.
there's a brief lull in the simulation as actual sizhui averts his gaze, the same hand he already has raised moving to cover his mouth and nose with an oversized sleeve. don't cry, don't cry, don't cry.]
2. coming right up!!! (also 'head empty, only bae' is valid)
sizhui stands before wei wuxian and himself, listening silently to the conversation, a faint, wistful-looking smile lifting his lips at the edges. “i remembered things but could not confirm, so i came to ask.”
“what things?”
“someone who claimed to have top-notch cooking skills, but made dishes that were extremely spicy.” memory wei wuxian laughs nervously, glances sideways at others nearby, though is quick to redirect when sizhui continues. “who buried me in a field of radishes, saying that with water and sunlight, i would grow taller. and, if we were lucky, perhaps some friends and siblings would sprout for me.”
“you promised we would treat hanguang-jun to a meal then ran off without paying. again.” there's a laugh from actual sizhui, his right hand raises and rests against his neck, expression softening significantly as it's revealed shortly thereafter: “back then, i was too young, i couldn't remember every single thing, but these are some of my memories, and i'm sure my surname is ‘wen’.” wei wuxian's features twist with confusion, “wen? but i thought...”
“a-yuan.” memory sizhui nods vigorously. “senior wei, i am a-yuan.” again, wei wuxian looks disbelieving, “a-yuan?” then he huffs a laugh, his appearance falters, coming off more and more incredulous, until the man finally breaks. he smiles, flutters his eyes like he's trying to fight back tears, although to no avail; they spring forth and not long after, sizhui's crying too, rushing forward and embracing his senior in the tightest hug he can manage.
there's a brief lull in the simulation as actual sizhui averts his gaze, the same hand he already has raised moving to cover his mouth and nose with an oversized sleeve. don't cry, don't cry, don't cry.]