When homesickness was like a stamp, Lin Che wrote his first love as a love letter that could not be sent.
When homesickness was a ticket, Jiang Ziheng burned all his diaries at the dock late at night.
Now homesickness has become a strait:
The old sofa nailed with a fruit knife separates two shadows.
One said that businessmen value profit over separation.
A laughing scholar is still trapped in an old friend's trap.
Intention: To talk about love at knife-edge, and to talk about love under the contract.