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Lin Xiaoman, a rental agent who has drifted in Beijing for eight years, has engraved “buying her own house” into her life goal—she firmly believes “house = home”. Until she meets Grandpa Zhou, who stubbornly refuses to sell his apartment: the old unit still retains his late wife’s knitting needles, a piece of osmanthus cake frozen in the fridge for three years, and even two sets of bowls and chopsticks set every day. When Xiaoman helps Grandpa organize old things, she finds a stack of yellowed letters filled with lines like “Aju, the roses on the balcony are blooming” and “Aju, I moved the sofa to the window like you said”. When Grandpa points to the faded wedding photo on the wall and says, “As long as she’s here, this is home”, Xiaoman’s eyes suddenly redden: the “home” she’s been chasing so hard is never a concrete shell, but the warmth of someone keeping you in their days, simmered by years.
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