"What happened next?"
"Huh? What happened next?" She turned around and looked at me blankly.
I sighed almost inaudibly, leaned over her and put my hand on the back of her hand.
"You can't remember."
"I'm getting older..." She lowered her head and smiled slowly at me, "I can't remember, I can't remember."
"Grandma, weren't you telling me a story just now? Let's continue. We just talked about your first trip south."
"Going south? Going south. Tianjin, Suzhou... Boss Lu? Shanghai, Yueqing, Yan Qiu... Well, brother... Zhang, Zhang Mingye..." Her voice gradually dropped.
Purpose: Thousands of sails will live through the years unstained