"Did you bring all your clothes?"
Back at the little villa, Gu Chupei opened the trunk and hefted Lan Xiangxian's luggage.
It was very light. There was hardly anything in it.
After seeing Lan Xiangxian nod, he pouted a little and muttered:
"I'll buy you a few more things later. With just these few pieces, you barely have a change of clothes."
At the door, he had Lan Xiangxian register his fingerprint.
"When did you buy flowers?"
Gu Chupei paused when he saw the flowers on the balcony and turned to look at Lan Xiangxian.
Xi Qingyan didn't like growing flowers because he thought keeping living things was wasteful.
But Gu Chupei liked them. Apart from Xi Qingyan, they had been the only ones he could talk to normally as a child.
To cater to Xi Qingyan's preferences back then, Gu Chupei had never bought any flowers.
"This morning."
Lan Xiangxian sat on the couch, turned on the television with practiced ease, and lay down.
He actually wanted to make some changes to this home, to give it at least a little warmth, but Gu Chupei probably wouldn't agree.
After some internal struggle, Gu Chupei tacitly agreed to let Lan Xiangxian grow flowers.
After all, Lan Xiangxian was only Xi Qingyan's stand-in. He wasn't Xi Qingyan, so there was no need to make him change his hobbies too.
He walked over to the couch and sat down as well, watching the show Lan Xiangxian had put on with utter boredom.
When he turned, he found Lan Xiangxian's eyes equally bored.
He thought for a moment, sat up, and shifted one seat toward Lan Xiangxian, leaning closer:
"Hey, hey, have you ever heard this poem?"
"A poem...?"
Lan Xiangxian hadn't had much schooling. He had started working very young, and he