[whenever chuuta happens upon the sleeping quarters, sizhui has already somewhat fumbled around the room, having moved boxes and heavy tarping and collected the thermal blankets in a neat little pile. however, after he'd stumbled across the metal box on the shelf, it wasn't long before he was caught up in a childhood memory, one he remembers quite fondly despite the questionable(?) situation.
wei wuxian remarks on being followed around to a young boy who is clinging to his leg, telling him that if he continues doing so, he'll treat him like a turnip and plant him in the ground. a-yuan, without missing a beat, clambers up and makes his way over to where another rescued wen clan member is digging, preparing the soil for actual planting, not the type wei wuxian is joking about. nevertheless, the child sits and eventually, wei wuxian follows, crouching down to pick up a large double-handed scoop of dirt which he dumps right into a-yuan's lap. “there you go!” followed shortly thereafter by a-yuan adding tiny handfuls of soil himself.
“after some time, many turnips will grow. then everyone can eat to his heart's content.”] But I'm not a turnip, [sizhui says, gaze on the wall, though upturned and cast slightly sideways as if he's talking to someone sitting beside him.
“then we plant a child here. if we water the child, apply fertilizer, and let him enjoy the sun often, we can grow many children.”] I want three elder brothers and two elder sisters. [wei wuxian snaps at him, “no problem! we'll give a-yuan three elder brothers and two elder sisters.”] Will they look like me or the turnips? [“hard to say...”
“wei wuxian!” comes another voice, which immediately has wei wuxian turning as a woman in red and gray robes rushes into view. “what are you doing?” however, sizhui's head turns directly to chuuta, his eyes wide and dark, almost distant, like he's looking through him rather than at him, but regardless, he has his attention now.]
1. let's plant a baby radish
wei wuxian remarks on being followed around to a young boy who is clinging to his leg, telling him that if he continues doing so, he'll treat him like a turnip and plant him in the ground. a-yuan, without missing a beat, clambers up and makes his way over to where another rescued wen clan member is digging, preparing the soil for actual planting, not the type wei wuxian is joking about. nevertheless, the child sits and eventually, wei wuxian follows, crouching down to pick up a large double-handed scoop of dirt which he dumps right into a-yuan's lap. “there you go!” followed shortly thereafter by a-yuan adding tiny handfuls of soil himself.
“after some time, many turnips will grow. then everyone can eat to his heart's content.”] But I'm not a turnip, [sizhui says, gaze on the wall, though upturned and cast slightly sideways as if he's talking to someone sitting beside him.
“then we plant a child here. if we water the child, apply fertilizer, and let him enjoy the sun often, we can grow many children.”] I want three elder brothers and two elder sisters. [wei wuxian snaps at him, “no problem! we'll give a-yuan three elder brothers and two elder sisters.”] Will they look like me or the turnips? [“hard to say...”
“wei wuxian!” comes another voice, which immediately has wei wuxian turning as a woman in red and gray robes rushes into view. “what are you doing?” however, sizhui's head turns directly to chuuta, his eyes wide and dark, almost distant, like he's looking through him rather than at him, but regardless, he has his attention now.]