What is home?
Home is the alley of my hometown that I can never return to, and the aroma of scallions in the pancakes my parents make.
Home is the army of adorable babies in front of her, who are making a lot of noise, with snot bubbles and strawberry marks flying everywhere, and their pacifiers are all the same color as abacus. It is her husband who can massage her waist with the rhythm of Tai Chi, and it is the land that she helped rebuild with her own hands, shed sweat, and harvested hope.
She picked up the precious pancake, broke it into five small pieces (one for each of the four cubs and the one in her belly), and distributed them to the eager children: "Come, try grandma's cooking! Even though it's just a little bit, it tastes like 'home'!"
The cute babies carefully held the little bit of golden and crispy crumbs as if they were holding a rare treasure.
"Wow! It smells so good!" Erbao Su Heng swallowed it in one gulp and squinted his eyes happily.
"Warm... sweet..." Sibao Su Qi took small sips, and her strawberry birthmark glowed with joy.
"Delicious! Yu Yu wants to learn how to make it!" Sanbao Su Yu tasted it carefully, and Longjiao began to record the taste data.
Dabao Su Chen savored it carefully, his face thoughtful: "This taste... contains another stable variable besides the 'eternal number'... perhaps it can be named the 'fireworks constant value'..."
Xiao Jue walked over and embraced Su Li and the children. He lowered his head and placed a kiss on the top of Su Li's head. His voice was low and firm: "Wherever my heart is at peace, that is my home. Li'er, this is our home."
Su Li snuggled in his arms, watching the children's satisfied faces, feeling the baby's movements in her belly, and then looking up at the clear night sky of another world. The stars were still there, but at this moment, the light of each star seemed to gently say: This world is also the way home.
The star tracks may not have guided her physically home, but rather allowed her to find a true home in the vastness of time and space, a place where her heart rests and her emotions are connected. That half piece of scallion pancake that traveled through time and space is a gift from her hometown and a welcome gift from her new home.
The way home is not beyond the stars, but in the heart, in the arms of a loved one, in the smiling faces of children, and in every morning filled with the fragrance of medicine, milk, and new hope.
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