"Sorry, Lin, for making you wait."
"I was just... mopping the floor!"
Fang Xinran stood to one side of the doorway, making space to welcome Lin Yu inside.
With the opening of the door, a wave of humid, steamy air washed over him.
If Gou Feng had been present, he might have been able to identify what brand of shampoo and body wash Senior Fang used!
Did she take a shower just for this?
Her hair had been blow-dried, but wasn't completely dry yet.
The strands still showed obvious dampness.
One could only say...
Senior Fang's hair quality was truly excellent!
What caught Lin Yu's attention even more was Senior Fang's outfit...
A beige nightgown printed with letter patterns.
Apart from that,
just a pair of white slippers.
Nothing else was worn.
There might be something underneath, but at least it wasn't visible yet.
Of course,
that might change later.
Senior Fang was just standing at the door, not having said anything particularly suggestive.
Yet, the feeling she gave Lin Yu was as if she had said a great deal.
Lin Yu raised the beer and snacks he had bought, saying,
"I came over in a bit of a hurry, couldn't buy too much stuff."
"Senior Fang, I hope you don't find it too shabby!"
As he spoke, Lin Yu stepped into Fang Xinran's bedroom.
The last time he came, carrying Tang Yimian on his back, he hadn't carefully observed the room's interior.
He only remembered there were many things, tidy yet somewhat cluttered.
This time,
that previous feeling was completely gone. He wondered if it was because she was moving out and had already packed everything up.
Overall, it looked very neat and orderly.
Fang Xinran closed the door, stood there thinking for a moment.
Finally,
she silently turned the lock.
This subtle action naturally didn't escape Lin Yu's notice.
Seeing this, Lin Yu felt completely at ease.
At the very least,
it indicated that Senior Fang was mentally prepared; it wasn't Lin Yu forcing the issue!
After all,
if this sort of thing was just a one-sided wish, Lin Yu wouldn't be so keen either.
In terms of respect, he had to give it to every fellow practitioner.
Seeing Lin Yu standing awkwardly in the room,
Fang Xinran quickly went to the small table and arranged the two chairs.
Lin Yu noticed that Fang Xinran hadn't come unprepared.
On the table were a fruit platter, a nut platter, and two boxes of fried chicken nuggets.
Clearly,
after receiving Lin Yu's call, she had also done quite a bit of preparation.
In such a short time, preparing snacks for drinks, taking a shower, and tidying the room...
Who could manage such speed?
She really went through a lot, Senior Fang!
"Xiao Yu, please sit, no need to be so... restrained."
Fang Xinran clenched her hands tightly in front of her.
Telling Lin Yu not to be restrained, yet she herself appeared even more nervous than him.
One really wonders who should be the relaxed one.
Anyway, the door was locked now, no way to run.
No need to worry about being disturbed by others either.
For the remaining time, all they needed was to be patient and slowly enjoy themselves.
After Lin Yu sat down, he took out the cans of beer one by one.
Looking at Fang Xinran standing by the table, he couldn't help but ask,
"Xinran, am I the only one sitting?"
Fang Xinran snapped back to attention and hurriedly said,
"Oh, no, I was just... I was thinking... what was I going to do..."
As she spoke, Fang Xinran paced back and forth in front of the table.
Perhaps being just the two of them made her even more nervous.
Lin Yu understood this feeling very well.
Which of the previous fellow practitioners hadn't gone through this?
One could only say, you get used to it.
Seeing that Fang Xinran couldn't remember after a long while,
Lin Yu looked at the fruit platter on the table and tried to prompt her:
"Do you think we need something else for drinking? Glasses?"
Fang Xinran shook her head, saying,
"Not glasses... although glasses probably need to be fetched too!"
"Let me go get the glasses first!"
After saying that,
Fang Xinran quickly ran off and returned with two glasses.
When she came back to the table, her blank mind had finally recalled something.
"Right, I remembered..."
"The TV!"
"Wouldn't it be a bit boring if we just drink like this?"
"How about we watch TV while we drink?"
Fang Xinran grabbed the TV remote and looked at Lin Yu expectantly, waiting for his answer.
For such a trivial matter, Lin Yu didn't mind at all.
He said, not wanting to spoil the mood:
"No problem, watching TV is fine."
After all, he wasn't the one who needed a distraction.
It seemed Fang Xinran's own mental barrier still needed alcohol to overcome.
It was completely understandable to feel uneasy while still sober.
Before coming, Lin Yu had mentally prepared himself.
As the one seeing her off, today, no matter what strange requests Fang Xinran had, Lin Yu would try his best to fulfill them.
After Fang Xinran turned on the TV, she randomly selected an on-demand channel.
"It seems to be playing a series, this show... have you seen it, Xiao Yu?"
Lin Yu stared at the TV in shock: "!!!"
He hadn't seen the series that was playing.
But his shock wasn't about that.
Rather...
An on-demand channel?
This TV station is still alive?
Sure, copyright awareness wasn't that high in 2014, but it was starting to develop!
It actually managed to survive until now, quite the longevity!
Lin Yu shook his head and said:
"Haven't seen it, anything is fine."
Fang Xinran put down the remote and sat down at the table:
"This is our local Pingchuan station, seems like it's been around for many years."
"You can request anything to watch, you can even do it online now!"
"I heard before, you might have had to call a phone number, I never tried it myself, not sure if that's just a rumor."
Lin Yu promptly provided firsthand confirmation:
"Definitely not a rumor! You did have to call before."
"I called once when I was a kid!"
"Can't believe it's still alive in the 2010s?"
Fang Xinran didn't quite grasp the main point of Lin Yu's words and continued joking:
"Really? Your memory is so good, Xiao Yu, remembering things from childhood."
Lin Yu smiled without speaking.
He didn't continue down that line with Fang Xinran.
It wasn't that his memory was particularly good; it was all thanks to...
The rod in a loving mother's hand, swung upon a disobedient son's body!
Back in the day, not knowing any better, he made one phone call and earned himself a severe beating from his mom!
To this day, Lin Yu still didn't know exactly how much it cost to request a program from an on-demand TV station.
He could only roughly judge from the intensity of his mom's beating...
It must have been ridiculously expensive!
Fang Xinran picked up her phone and kept sending messages on a public account.
Speaking of which,
public accounts are truly a relic of their era.
In 2014, they were still essential accounts for traditional media transitioning online, and TV stations were no exception.
"Xiao Yu, how about requesting a movie?"
Fang Xinran pulled her chair closer, letting Lin Yu see the phone screen too.
Lin Yu looked and pointed with a smile:
"This one, it fits the theme of our night perfectly... The Banquet!"
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