After leaving the hospital room, Fang Jin gave Lu Jiatang a light punch. "What nonsense are you talking about?"
"How was I talking nonsense?" Lu Jiatang covered the spot where he had been punched, a smug, delighted smile on his face. This was practically his usual state around Fang Jin, with none of his customary silence and seriousness. If not for the suit keeping him in check, he could have passed for a college student deeply in love. "Oh, right, I had that recliner moved home. It's on the study balcony. Mom saw how much you liked it, so she sent over some other things too."
Fang Jin felt a warmth in his chest and said softly, "A few things are enough. Don't move everything over."
Lu Jiatang said, "Don't worry. Grandpa's been carving and weaving for twenty years. There's plenty in the storeroom."
He did not say "my so-and-so," instead fully treating Fang Jin as a member of the family. "No need to go back to the hospital room. Si You is fine. Come home with me and get some more sleep."
Fang Jin yawned. "Mm."
Whenever he answered, his voice was low, with a clear, open quality that made him sound especially well-behaved.
Every time Lu Jiatang heard it, his heart trembled. But he never said so, worried Fang Jin would get embarrassed if he voiced it aloud. Then it would be hard to hear it again.
In the spacious corridor, Lu Jiatang put an arm around Fang Jin's shoulders. "I'm off this afternoon. Other than sleeping, is there anywhere you want to go?"
"I want fried skewers," Fang Jin said. "The ones on Donglin Pedestrian Street."
Lu Jiatang said, "Let's go!"
Lu Jiatang kept his word and really took him there. On the way, he took off