This article is a demonic fanfic. The story line is a branch story after Wei Wuxian was thrown into a mass grave. It borrows characters and mostly tells the origin of Wei Wuxian's "Chen Qing" flute, as well as the love-hate entanglement between Wen Ruohan and the "Yiling Yun Sect"...
That night, thousands of Yiling monks rushed to the Yun family's mansion. Just by playing the piano, all the corpses that had been lying dormant for a long time rose from the ground. The eldest brother of the Yun family, Yun Tan, went crazy due to practicing magic. He killed countless people and blood flowed into rivers. The adopted son of the Yun family, Wen Ruohan, killed his elder brother Yun Tan to save the people of Yiling from the rampage of monsters...
But is this really the case? In the grass, a pair of young eyes had witnessed everything.
A hundred years later, who carefully arranged a secret magic array in the Yiling Massacre? After Wei Wuxian woke up on the mountain of corpses, how did he peel off the cocoon and peel off the silk step by step, clearing away the fog of the massacre a hundred years ago... Whose eyes looked through the vast stars and anticipated all this...
"Second brother, you finally found me. I've been drifting in that river for a long time."
"I forgot how many years ago, I saw a golden door."
"Is all this destined, or was it arranged by you?"
"Just like when I met you, is that kind of fate? I can't tell whether it's good or not, and I can't tell if it's fate..."
(This article was written when I was in junior high school. It is in a small notebook. It is not long. I type it out and make it smaller every day...)
Intention: Love, hate, hatred, children's love
