It’s only a matter of a few months, isn’t it?
Lin Yu thought it over and decided not to bring it up directly for now.
Suggesting a visit to the elderly lady right away might come off as too abrupt.
Ten minutes later.
As everyone was about to leave, Lin Yu quietly asked Miao Haixin:
"Ms. Miao, would it be convenient for me to visit your grandmother sometime?"
Miao Haixin, holding a blue folder, replied cheerfully:
"Haha, are you auditioning for an acting role?"
"I live right next to the school, so it’s easy for me to go home whenever I have free time."
"I’ll send you the unit number—you’re welcome to drop by anytime!"
Her reaction put Lin Yu at ease.
Getting Miao Haixin’s address directly felt much more straightforward than having to track it down himself.
When they parted at the school gate,
Lin Yu excused himself, saying he needed to visit Aunt Qimeng and Aunt Ruxue at the flower shop, and sent Little Chi home first.
They had already agreed that after finishing up at school,
he would meet the two aunts at the flower shop and accompany them for some shopping.
There was still plenty of time, so everything would work out.
Little Chi didn’t suspect anything and obediently went home.
Meanwhile, Lin Yu stopped by a nearby supermarket to pick up some customary gifts for the visit.
He didn’t dare bring too much at first.
Miao Haixin, being an attentive instructor, was well aware of Lin Yu’s family circumstances.
If he appeared too extravagant, it might backfire and create the wrong impression.
After stalling for about an hour, Lin Yu followed the address Miao Haixin had given him and leisurely made his way to the designated unit.
The neighborhood next to the school was an old residential area—six stories high, with no elevator.
Despite its age, the rent wasn’t cheap.
Compared to the average rental prices in Pingchuan City, it was at least 30% higher.
A university instructor’s salary wasn’t particularly generous.
For Miao Haixin to spend so much on rent, the location must have been her top priority.
Her work hours were relatively flexible, but she had to be ready to handle student emergencies at any time.
With an elderly grandmother who wasn’t entirely lucid, living too far from work would have been impossible.
When he reached the door, Lin Yu didn’t knock right away.
Instead, he took out his phone and called Miao Haixin.
"Ring… ring… ring…"
"Hello? Lin Yu?"
"What’s up? Did you forget to ask me about something for your application?"
Miao Haixin’s voice came through, along with the sound of a TV in the background—
matching exactly what Lin Yu could hear from outside the door.
Perfect, she was home!
It seemed that as soon as work was over, Miao Haixin always rushed back to be with her grandmother.
"Ms. Miao, hope I’m not disturbing you. It’s not about the project."
"Are you home right now? I happened to be nearby with some free time while waiting for friends to go out later."
"So I brought a few things to visit your grandmother and kill some time. Would that be okay?"
Lin Yu had prepared an excuse in advance.
At the very least, it sounded plausible.
Miao Haixin didn’t doubt him at all and quickly replied:
"You really shouldn’t have brought anything! My grandmother’s old—she can’t eat much anyway."
"And it’s so hot outside—don’t wander around in this weather!"
"Come inside and have some water while you wait. I’m home right now."
Her response didn’t surprise Lin Yu.
He continued:
"Thanks so much, Ms. Miao. Could you open the door now?"
"I’m already here—right outside."
Miao Haixin paused. "Huh?"
A moment later,
footsteps approached from inside, and Miao Haixin opened the door.
At home, she had changed into a thin, faded beige pajama set—long-sleeved and well-worn from many washes.
It was a stark contrast to her usual bright, energetic appearance at school.
When she saw Lin Yu, she put her phone down and sighed at the gifts in his hands.
"Ah, Lin Yu, since when did you learn to act first and ask later?"
"I’ll keep the milk, but you’re taking the rest back. We’ll return them to the supermarket together!"
"Don’t worry, I know the owner—they’ll definitely take them back."
She took the gifts from Lin Yu and ushered him inside.
Lin Yu hesitated about whether to change shoes, but noticed there were no shoe rack or slippers by the door—
just three or four shoeboxes stacked in a corner, likely holding everyday footwear.
"Come in, Lin Yu, no need to change shoes."
"Grandma~ We have a guest!"
"See if you recognize him?"
Miao Haixin gently guided Lin Yu into the living room—
which was so small it felt more like a large bedroom.
The only major furniture was a wooden sofa and a tiny dining table.
The TV, likely provided by the landlord, was an old, modest-sized "Ace" brand model on a stand.
Miao Haixin’s workspace was a makeshift setup—foam puzzle mats on the floor with a small bed desk on top.
The blue folder Lin Yu had seen earlier was placed there.
A silver-haired grandmother with a straight posture turned at her granddaughter’s voice.
Her eyes, slightly narrowed and lined with wrinkles, studied Lin Yu carefully.
Lin Yu stepped forward and bowed politely.
"Hello, Grandma!"
Grandma Miao stood up and smiled warmly.
"Hello, hello! You’re here, Little Song!"
Seeing her smile, Lin Yu finally understood where Miao Haixin got her cheerful demeanor.
The resemblance between grandmother and granddaughter was uncanny—their facial features, smiles, and even their speech mirrored each other perfectly.
Having been warned about Grandma Miao’s Alzheimer’s, Lin Yu wasn’t surprised when she called him "Little Song."
He played along without missing a beat.
"Yes, Grandma, it’s me—Little Song."
"It’s been so long! How have you been?"
Grandma Miao beamed and reached for Lin Yu’s hand.
He let her take it, and she clasped it between both of hers, chuckling before replying:
"I’m doing just fine, just fine."
"You haven’t eaten yet, have you? Let me make you a bowl of sesame oil noodles!"
"When you were little, just like Haixin, you always begged me to make them for you."
Lin Yu quickly stopped her.
"Grandma, please don’t trouble yourself. I’ve already eaten."
"I’m stuffed!"
"Next time I visit, I’ll definitely try them."
Miao Haixin rested a hand on her grandmother’s shoulder and added:
"Grandma, sit down and chat with Little Song for a bit. It’s so late—of course he’s already eaten."
Grandma Miao nodded with a smile, then turned her gaze to Miao Haixin.
"Oh, right, of course… Did you two come together?"
"Sweetheart, what’s your name again?"
For a split second, Miao Haixin’s smile faltered, her eyes flickering.
But she quickly recovered.
"Grandma, guess who I am! Test your memory, haha!"
...
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