After Han Wenshan left, Lu Jinshu clasped his hands behind his back and paced around Shen Fanyun, circling him over and over again.
Finally, the old man placed a hand on Shen Fanyun's shoulder, his voice thick with emotion. "My boy, you really have grown more handsome with age."
"You two talk. I'll go for a walk," Li Ruoshui said, ever considerate as she tried to give Lu Jinshu and Shen Fanyun some space.
"There's nothing to be shy about, we're just two men talking," Lu Jinshu said. "No need to leave, no need at all."
"Come, Fanyun, this old man has a special collection of fine tea. Let's brew some, just the two of us."
Li Ruoshui hurried to boil the water.
After some pleasantries, Lu Jinshu was once again sighing and reminiscing. This old gentleman genuinely liked and admired Shen Fanyun. Seeing him again after ten years made him truly happy.
