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Music was where Lan Wangji found peace. It had been his refuge ever since his mother taught him the first basic notes on the guqin, it had sustained him after her death, growing up with the weight of everybody's expectations on his young shoulders.
Of course, as his golden core grew stronger music also became his weapon. Still, sometimes at night, right before lights out, Lan Wangji sat down and just played - the simple tunes he'd learned at his mother's knee, random melodies he'd heard on the street, complicated sheet music from the library, soothing his soul more effectively than hours of meditation.
Then Wei Wuxian burst into his life, bringing turmoil and chaos with his insolence, his restless energy and endless rule-breaking. Lan Wangji should resent him, avoid him - instead, whenever Wei Wuxian teased him, called him by his birth name as if he had any right to it, there was music in Lan Wangji's head. And for the first time in his life, it wasn't something he'd heard before.
Just like Wei Ying and the feelings he evoked in him, it wasn't peaceful. It was new, beautiful, a little sad, and Lan Wangji's heart was bursting with it.