"Why did you take out the pillow too?" Because there were too many things, Fang Hua simply wrapped them up with a bed sheet in one go. He didn't know how to tie it, so a lot of things were sticking out.

"The pillow is also Fang Rong's," Fang Hua argued, "It smells like Fang Rong."

"But it's really not mine." When he first arrived, the house was already habitable, with pots, pans, and porcelain—everything was there, and even the pillows were in vacuum bags, all brand new.

"Oh." Fang Hua still showed no sign of letting go.

Fang Rong sighed and ran over to ask him to put his things on the ground, including the pillow, curtains, and washbasin, and put them back in their original places.

He was genuinely touched, but fearing he might be imagining things, he couldn't help but confirm again, "Why did you bring so much stuff?"

"Of course I'll move with you," Fang Hua said matter-of-factly. "Wherever Fang Rong is, Fang Hua will be there too."

"Then what about your career?" Fang Rong teased him. "Don't you want it anymore?"

"want."

“But you can’t have both. You either follow me or join the army.” Fang Rong told him first, “Following me will lead to no future, but joining the army will make you rich and successful one day.”

"With you." Fang Hua chose without hesitation.

In fact, he doesn't care much about his career. He does what he can when there's work to be done, and he doesn't do what he can when there isn't. He doesn't force himself to do anything.

“But I don’t want you to come with me.” The more he acted like this, the less Fang Rong wanted to ruin him. With Fang Hua’s abilities, he was proficient in almost everything and could climb to a high position in a few years. Following him would only allow them to barely make ends meet. “My room is very small and can’t fit two people. Plus, there’s no bathroom. If you go there, you can’t just go around naked. This place is much better. The room is big, and you’re free without me controlling you. No one will force you to take a bath anymore. You can take a bath whenever you want, or not if you don’t want to. It’s so comfortable.”

Fang Hua was taken aback.

"So stay here." Fang Rong patted his head. "Come pick me up when you have money in the future."

He laughed as he said this, sounding like a young lady from ancient times eagerly awaiting her lover's return: "When you become the top scholar in the imperial examination, will you come and marry me?"

Then the poor, pedantic scholar readily agreed.

Fang Hua readily agreed, "Okay."

"Then stay put." Fang Rong carried the bags he was carrying into the house. "I don't need any of these. You can keep them yourself. Take good care of yourself."

He was like a devoted mother, worrying about everything, from the shoe cabinet by the door to the lamp on the bedside table, giving her a whole set of precautions.

After explaining everything, he picked up the box and prepared to leave. But after taking only two steps, he became worried and looked back. He saw Fang Hua following behind him with large and small bags. This time, he was smarter and carried them out one by one, so they didn't get stuck in the door.

Fang Rong's expression changed slightly. "Didn't we agree not to come along? Go back now, I don't want any of these."

Fang Hua stopped in his tracks, seemingly only there to see him off.

Fang Rong breathed a sigh of relief, lifted the suitcase up, turned around and continued walking. He had just taken a step when he heard footsteps behind him again, and Fang Hua followed.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked, somewhat confused. "Didn't you promise not to come along?"

Fang Hua stood in the corridor, the gentle light making his face appear even whiter and more delicate.

"Okay, I won't come." He nodded obediently.

"Then why did you come? Go back now. You don't need to see me off. I just have a little something." Fang Rong waved the cardboard box in her hand.

"Mm." Fang Hua nodded, seemingly obedient.

But he still followed me wherever I went.

Fang Rong was angered by him. "A real man keeps his promise. Since you promised me, you can't go back on your word."

"Um."

Keep following.

...

Fang Rong was helpless. He had no choice but to leave, since he was a person with legs. He couldn't just beat and scold him. Given Fang Hua's personality, even if he beat and scolded him, Fang Hua would still do as he pleased.

"Never mind, come along if you want." He caught a glimpse of Fang Hua stuffing the pillows, curtains, and washbasin into his bundle, so he stopped and told him to go back.

You can't take other people's things.

"You can come with me if you want, but you have to put other people's things back." He was carrying heavy things, and it was quite tiring to move them back and forth.

"Mm." Fang Hua nodded in agreement.

The two went back inside and put away some odds and ends. He put them away while Fang Hua took them out.

He took his helmet, pots and pans, porcelain, and even salt. When Fang Rong finished hanging the curtains, she looked back and saw that there were more and more things on the ground. Fang Hua even wanted to take the broom with him.

"Why bring all this useless stuff?" He casually put the broom back in its place, and when he came back, there were some more things on the ground: garbage bags, garbage cans, tablecloths. Fang Hua was thinking about how to tie the chairs together and take them with him.

Fang Rong was completely speechless. "These belong to other people; we can't take them with us."

"Oh." Fang Hua nodded, indicating that he had heard, but continued tying up the stool.

"..."

Fang Rong snatched the stool from his hand and decided to reason with him, "Our room is very small, and we can't fit all these things in. If we take them, we can only leave them outside. Rather than let someone else take them, it's better to leave them here for the next resident's convenience."

"Oh." This time, Fang Hua finally listened, his eyes revealing his disappointment.

For him, anything he was used to and had a familiar scent belonged to him, and he wanted to take it with him; he couldn't let it go to someone else. But Fang Rong was different. She was the type who, since she didn't need it anymore, might as well let someone else have it. The two had completely different personalities, but they could still get along very well.

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