I took many photos and posted them on social media.
The young girl even taught me how to make videos.
She called it a vlog—just introducing where you went, what you did, and how it felt.
I thought it was pretty interesting.
She helped me set up an account and named it "Silver-Haired Granny."
Later, I posted a video, and a group of people commented with "abstract."
I didn't quite understand, but it was fun.
I also signed up for a class to learn how to edit videos.
The teacher said it might be a bit difficult for me.
I laughed and said it didn't matter.
"It's okay, I can take my time."
But before I could even attend the class, my cooling-off period for the divorce ended.
I flew back, and after a month, I saw Qin Zhi'an again.
He had aged a lot.
His hair had grown long, and there were dark circles under his eyes.
When he saw me, he froze for a moment.
"You... you've changed so much."
I knew.
This morning, I looked at myself in the mirror.
I was wearing nice clothes, had freshly curled hair, and had become healthier and fitter, even at this age.
Being with young people made me feel young again.
I was so different from that old lady who had just decided to divorce, feeling like she was walking through a marketplace wherever she went.
I picked up the pen and signed again.
I handed the pen to Qin Zhi'an, who lowered his eyes.
After a while, he looked up at me.
"If I'm willing to send Gu Nian to the nursing home, would you give me another chance?"
I looked at him in surprise.
"Of course not!"
"Who would go back to being a servant after living a good life?"
"No, I took care of Gu Nian for half a year, and you wouldn't send her away. You only took care of her for thirty days and already can't stand it?"