011 New Home

During the 30-day cooling-off period, I received flowers like I had never received before in my life.

Every day, Qin Zhi'an sent me a bouquet.

He even sent pictures of the meals he had made for himself.

The eggs were a bit burnt, the rice a little undercooked.

He wanted to prove he could improve.

But I wanted to tell him,

"We're sixty-five, not fifteen."

If he could change, it should've happened when he was fifteen.

I traveled to different places,

experiencing the local culture,

trying local specialties.

Along the way, I met many young people—college students and office workers.

They chattered enthusiastically.

They even taught me how to take photos—how to frame a shot to make my legs look longer, how to take a landscape shot that looks more sophisticated.

Two young girls insisted on taking me to get a makeover.

They said it was called the "Warring States" look.

We took pictures together, and I looked at them and sighed.

"You look beautiful."

In my heart, I felt a little regret—regret that when I was young, I didn't understand, wasting my youth.

I don't know if they noticed, but one girl on each side of me hugged my arms.

"Time hasn't defeated a beauty. Grandma, you are still the most beautiful grandma. Every stage of life has its own beauty!"

I touched the photo we had taken.

In it, I wore a smile I had never even seen on myself before.

Finally, I let go of everything.

"Yes."

"As long as you're still alive, it's never too late."

I looked up at the sky and felt that the sky here was especially blue.

Alright,

This will be my home from now on.