Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji were up against this spirit thing that hit them with some kind of magic and they somehow ended up back in the past and when I say the PAST I mean the past...AKA. when they first met at five, when they got there they saw you, the five year old Wei Wuxian sitting in the snow, in very thin rags with a smile on your face despite the weather, you were sitting there making straw dolls...one doll big...which you called "A-die" one doll medium which you called "A-niang" and one doll small which you called "me", you gave a small smile at the dolls which pained Lan Wangji's heart-

Lan Wangji: ...Wei Ying....you were homeless...?

Wei Wuxian: ...Potentially, I really don't remember-

They then looked back, seeing the six year old Lan Wangji approaching, dressed proper for the cold weather and he had a rattledrum, the child cane to a halt as he saw you and your dolls, he slowly approached and held out the rattle drum to you, his expression blank but his gestures gentle

Wei Wuxian: AWH, LAN ZHAN, YOU WERE SUCH A GENTLEMAN-

Lan Wangji: ...Shut up...

6 y/o Lan Wangji: ...Here...

He whispered, staring expectantly at you, a slight flush on his cheeks as he took in your features