"A Jin, this 'Blessing' seems to be a little too low."
"Huh? How about now?"
"Mm... seems a little too far to the right."
"How about now?"
"Ah, that's it, that's it! It's perfect like this!"
In the narrow, old corridor, Yang Jin held a roll of bright red "Blessing" signs as he stood on a small stool, carefully pasting one onto the door and smoothing every corner flat.
After pasting it up, he lightly jumped down from the stool, turned around to inspect it, and nodded.
"Mom, are there any more to put up?"
"The bedroom doors too, every single one!" His aunt carefully picked out a clearly different "Blessing" sign from the roll. This one was bigger, redder, and bordered with golden trim.
"This one, put this one on your brother's door. That child is so far from home; ordinary 'Blessing' signs might not be enough. I specifically asked for this one at the shop, and it cost me more than twenty yuan!"
His aunt held the sign in her hands, her fingers gently rubbing its edges as she spoke earnestly.
Yang Jin smiled. "Mom, since when do 'Blessing' signs care about distance?"
"Tch, what does a kid like you know? Better to believe it than not." His aunt glared at him. "Your brother must be having a hard time out there. After putting this 'Blessing' sign up, maybe those gods will look after him."
"Got it." Yang Jin shrugged.
Yang Jin took the sign and the tape, opened the front door, and gave Xiao Hei Lai, who was lying asleep in the corridor, a light kick. The latter swayed to its feet, yawned, and lazily followed them into the apartment.
Yang Jin pasted "Blessing" signs onto the bedroom doors one by one, while his aunt tied on