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"You're really very good! You just need to—here, I'll show you." Before Wen Ning knows it, the young Jiang cultivator is standing close behind him, hands on his arms as he makes adjustments to his stance. "And then lean your weight a little—perfect!"
Wen Ning can feel it, as soon as he releases the arrow. Sure enough, it flies true and sinks into the center of the bullseye. "You felt that, right?" The bubbly young man asks. "Do it exactly like that and you'll hit the target every time. Next year, you'll make the tournament for sure!"
"Wei Wuxian!" yells a voice. "What are you doing? It's time!"
"Oops, wish me luck!" the boy who is apparently Wei-gongzi says, and he darts in to kiss Wen Ning on the cheek before jogging off towards the arena.
Wen Ning touches the spot on his cheek and smiles. "Good luck."
Years and years later, Wen Ning and Wei Wuxian stand atop a windswept hill.
"What if we've got the wrong day?" Wei Wuxian frets. "Or something happened and he can't come? Or someone pointed out that Hanguang-jun can do better than a resurrected Yiling Laozu and Ghost General, and—"
"Wei-xiong." Wen Ning nudges his elbow up where it had sagged and leans forward to press a kiss to his cheek. For luck, he thinks, though he knows they don't need it. Lan Wangji keeps his word. "He'll hear you, and he'll come," he says.
Wei Wuxian raises Chenqing to his smiling lips and starts to play.