#Minji, #WangShe [for Jas and /the love of Minji/]

Su She loves his job, seeing bright and curious faces as he explains to his students how to properly heal each other during a night hunt.

This years brood includes Lan Jingyi and Sizhui, Ouyang Zizhen, and Jin Ling. He's wary, as he always is around Wei Wuxian's students.

The man is a genius but his co-worker survives off of coffee, alcohol, and Jiang Wanyin’s cooking.

Cooking, that's right tonight is special for him and A-Zhan. He managed to track down the recipe of A-Zhan's favorite sour tart just for today.

A loud yelp has him reaching towards Ouyang Zizhen and Lan Jingyi and there's a harsh tug at his navel.

The horrified faces of his students allows him to understand. Oh, this means he might not be able to celebrate his fifth wedding anniversary with A-Zhan...

Su She can already hear Xichen-ge's pained, "Why is it that whenever something goes awry, it's always you four?" as he's enveloped in a soft blue light.

"Hanguang-Jun's going to kill you," Jin Ling says staring at Jingyi.

Before Jingyi can come up with a refusal, Sizhui gives him a pained smile. "It's their anniversary."

Jin Ling hops off the desk he climbed onto, "Sizhui, don't let anyone leave the room, I'm getting Jui-"

A harsh thump and an aborted scream causes them to draw their swords, "Professor Su?"

The bundle dressed in white and pale blue looks up rubbing their head.

Lan Jingyi turns stark white, sitting in the circle is Su Minshan, Professor Su's

/fifteen year old/ ancestor.

"Hanguang-Jun's gonna kill us."

And the last thing Su She sees before he passes out is the wide eyed stare of a fifteen year old- "A-Zhan."

Lan Wangji frowns at the unconscious, strangely dressed man. The other students had been dismissed when Su Minshan had collapsed clutching his stomach and disappeared in a soft light before Wangji, who had been the closest, could reach him.

Now there was a man in place of the other with scandalous short hair but bore a striking resemblance to Su Minshan.

Wangji sits and waits for the man to awaken intent on answers while his uncle and brother calm the others.

The man sighs and calls for "A-Zhan" in his sleep.

Fringe falls across the man's brow and Wangji's fingers twitch to reach out and /touch/.

His eyes narrow and then the man shifts with a groan and lovely dark brown eyes meet gold.

Lan Zhan stares at the older man and to his internal horror feels his ears warm with the rush of blood. He stands and with a stiff, harried bow "I will retrieve Uncle." walks away.

Su She watches the back of his husband's ancestor "jog" (as much as he's permitted to)

away and blinks. Ah, his A-Zhan did the same thing when they were younger when he would become flustered. The cute pink that traveled from the tips of his ears to the back of his nape was always a dead give away.

Su She can't help but double take when he sees two other Lan appear without A-Zhan's ancestor, Su She feels a bit...off. If everyone he could remember knowing looked like their ancestors, did reincarnation play into this as well? Or had their genes merely made them lucky?

He bows to them both and they do them same, and Su She fights the urge to wring his hands together. "It seems that you are not from here."

"No, Grandmaster Lan, I am not," he bows again. "My name is Su She, courtesy name Su Minshan. I am a professor at Gusu Academy in 20XX."

Lan Qiren turns red to pale to red and back again.

Su She wrings his hands, worry in his eyes as he stares at the ancestor of his uncle-in-law. The other man dotes on him and he dotes on Wanyin the most but he and Wanyin care about the man whom they think of as a father.

He knows for a /fact/ that Lan Qiren had been teary eyed when he and Wanyin had given him a father's day present later when he thought no one was around. (And that he keeps it in the top most drawer along with the Twin Jades' baby drawings)

So seeing his uncle-in-law's pallor worried him. "I apologize for the distress this caused you, Grandmaster Lan. If I had known Wei Wuxian's students-"

"WEI WUXIAN'S STUDENTS!!!"

Su She releases a cut off squeak before muscle memory takes over and

he lowers Lan Qiren gently pressing into pressure points before he could spit blood.

Lan Xichen watches as he murmurs comforting words to Lan Qiren and moves with practiced ease. "Young Master Lan, I hate to trouble you but would you mind burning incense?"

Lan Xichen does so, watching as the second older man helps his uncle to the bed he had previously been resting on. As his fingers press against certain point, he sees a soft, very pale blue at Su She's finger tips. "Does this feel better, Master Lan?"

The concern in his soft voice brings him back to the present.

He quickly lights the incense and makes his way to his uncle's side. With Lan Qiren resting, Su She looks up at Xichen with a small, sheepish smile. "Perhaps we shouldn't speak about Wei Wuxian's teaching-"

Lan Qiren coughs in his sleep and Lan Xichen hides a smile when Su She winces.

"Perhaps never." He reiterates.

Lan Qiren wakes shortly afterward and sits up, but before either can speak Lan Qiren clears his throat. "A professor."

Su She perks up, much like a flower with needed sunlight. "Yes, Master Lan. Cultivation is still on-going even in my time, it's merely hidden away." As much as Su She wants to explain that flying swords have given way to cars and airplanes and ships, how ink and brush were

replaced, and how most Cultivation now exists as one would think a floating castle would. He can't, this could have grave repercussions and he would rather not have to deal with the guilt of something not being built or done. Or a war being waged because he had to reveal

some interesting fact.

Master Lan offers him to watch how his class is conducted as one professional to another and Su She agrees because he can't aid in the search for sending him back as he hadn't seen what his students had been using or what had been written.

Su She walks beside Lan Xichen and it feels like a casual stroll even with the differences made prominent. Lan Xichen sometimes stares at his Oxfords when the heel clicks against wood and then stone with a small smile. He can't bring himself to ask what's funny,

sometimes Xichen-ge's humor is strange and he would rather not believe it's inherited.

Some things are better to have no knowledge of.

Su She spies Lan Wangji walking towards them at a sedate pace and gives him a smile when they make eye contact. As they near Lan Wangji's ears turn that familiar soft pink and Su She makes a small noise when he turns back and walks away.

Just like his A-Zhan used to. /Ah, A-Zhan and his ancestor are adorable./

Lan Xichen shows him guest quarters, nearer to the Hanshi should he need help and away from the student quarter's, "In case too curious eyes and ears attempt to pry." Su She understands and turns to the left when he hears a gasp and then the crunch of gravel

whoever was following retreats.

"Do not worry, Master Su, we shall find a way to send you back and for the Su Minshan of this era to be returned."

Su She bows, "Thank you, Zewu-Jun. I'm sure the same is being done in my era." Lan Xichen returns his bow and leaves once Su She

is situated.

Su She wakes with a frown, hand patting to find his husband only to graze cold sheets. He sits up rubbing his eyes, ears long since trained to pick up his husband's near silent footsteps. "A-Zhan?"

He walks to the door and opens it, the cold breeze of morning wakes him up and once vision clears and it comes back to him. His A-Zhan isn't here.

'You're in a different time even if the people look the same.' He reminds himself as he dons on Gusu Lan robes. He toys with the white ribbon in his hands before he decides to leave it. If his hair had been longer he might have used it to tie it back but there's no need for it.

Su She steps out of his quarters and comes face to face with Wei Wuxian, it's early morning and Wei Wuxian has never woken up early in his life without being force fed two cups of coffee, had his legs threatened to be broken at least thrice, and told that he'd be sleeping out in

a literal dog house. So for him to be awake willingly means that he has mischief planned.

Su She, quietly, quickly, and responsibly steps back, closes the door, and heads to his bed.

A week passes with no success and Su She doesn't feel disheartened but he worries for his students. While yes they were teens, they were also teens and Wei Wuxian while also brilliant had a tendency to go overboard. Case and point: The fireworks display for his wedding.

It ended with only mild arson and a noise complaint but it wasn't anything like the streaking incident back in college.

Su She sighs into the early morning as he leans against a pillar. He can't sleep without his husband, feeling his hand in his and the warm, heavy weight of him behind or under.

He wraps his arms around himself, A-Zhan wasn't joking when he said his tastebuds weren't

the strongest. If he was correct in saying his family hadn't changed their diet in generations, he was never letting A-Zhan go back to that diet if he could help it.

Briefly he wonders how his ancestor is doing with his A-Zhan, 'if he's anything like the mess I was at 15

poor A-Zhan's going to ruin his perception of the other Lan Wangji.'

Perception, Su She sighs. The others here don't seem /too/ concerned about his ancestor having gone missing. Staring at him before turning away and if he had still been

that insecure youth who felt the weight of the world on his shoulders because of his social status, his lack of presence, and how he was simply drifting wanting to latch onto anyone-/anything/ that was willing to let him.

The need to fit in but push away, to be /loved/ with the

ingrained unworthiness put on him by his surroundings.

No one says much about him except to double take because of his short hair or his accent. He's glad his ancestor can't hear it, 'it's Su She, what's there to worry about?'

He worries for his ancestor.

Today, he gets to teach. After three weeks of learning about the ancient methods that helped format the modern, Lan Qiren has decided to allow him to provide his take on the matter.

All Su She can think of is that one meme Wei Wuxian loves to use in the family gc 'modern day

solutions to ancient problems' which would make everyone chime in and the chaos of the chat would cause him to place both his and A-Zhan's phones on 'do not disturb'.

His A-Zhan must be suffering with Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng. He hopes Xichen-ge isn't playing Leibing at all

hours of the day as he often does when he's stressed.

Su She sighs and heads to the breakfast area, ignoring the way the students reflexively quiet even though they aren't too loud and then they start up again when they see that it's just /him/.

He sits down and rubs the bridge of his nose, he's run out of contact solution so he'll have to wear his glasses from now until he returns home.

"Master Su?"

Su She smiles and waves away Lan Xichen's concern, "I'm fine, Zewu-Jun, no need to concern yourself."

"Master Su must

teach this afternoon."

Su She gives Lan Wangji a smile, "I'm fine, really. My eyes are just bothering me so I'll need to run to the room to get my glasses."

Lan Wangji and Xichen trade glances. Glasses?

Su She eats mechanically, pretending it's A-Yao's first attempt at soup.

He power walks back to his room and grabs his lense case before he doubles back to the classroom.

He shuffles in with the majority of the students. Some of who are taller than him and that maybe because of their hair pieces. He feels both under and overdressed in his suit.

He sits a bit away from where Lan Xichen sits. Lan Qiren clears his throat and claas begins.

His eyes itch and Su She tips his head back and removes one contact, he grimaces as the world goes blurry and puts the contact where it belongs and wets his finger as he removes the

other and suddenly becomes aware of the quiet state of the room. He quickly puts his contacts away and is about to put on his glasses when, "Did you just remove part of your eyeball?"

"N-no?" Why did that come out sounding like a question? Su She clears his throat, "No I removed a special film that is placed over my eye to help me see."

He lifts up his glasses and puts them on, flicking a bit of fringe away. He smiles a bit as he adjusts them and blinks

when some students look away with a red face. Perhaps their robes are too hot?

"Now, where were we?"

Wei Wuxian is standing and Su She feels that little pit of dread in his stomach because of course.

"Young Master Wei claims that one can cultivate demonic energy-"

"It's energy."

"Yes, Young Master Wei except without proper medical assistance, it will lead to death." Su She says as he adjusts his glasses, Lan Qiren calming at the distraction.

Wei Wuxian frowns, "But-"

Su She begins to twirl a clean brush between his fingers "Let me tell you why, Young Master Wei. Say that you find a way to begin demonic cultivation, the resentful energy begins to wear at you. At first you feel powerful, you think you can control it

because it /listens/ to you."

"It feeds off of your emotional state, it begins to affect your mental state. You become easily irritated, more aggressive, your memory is limited. The resentful energy continues to wear at you until you are completely different than who you were.

You become suspicious of everyone, everything. After a certain point, you pull away from everyone.

When you meet your end, because that is where it leads without proper care, you are considered lucky if the backlash of resentful energy simply rips you apart." Su She raises three

fingers, "It rips your mind from you leaving merely a shell or it also turns you into a puppet."

Su She stares at Wei Wuxian head on, "It will begin to shut your organs down and raise your body temperature, your golden core will wear itself out if it hasn't already,

and eventually your body will overheat and cook itself from the inside out."

Su She doesn't know when he stood up or when he started to lean against a high desk. It's not a controversial subject in the modern, kept under heavy watch, but not restricted.

[tbc and tbd]
I finally got to the part I wanted to write and there's still a bit more. But when I first started this thread I had one image and this image in mind only: (thank you for reading and stay safe )