That small boat across the ocean has been floating in his memory for most of his life. Every time tears well up, the two people on the boat are blurred. It is always that time, the blue sky reflected in the gray sea, endless sorrow and bumps.
"Jianxu, can you call me Senior Brother again?"
"Then who will call me again?"
"Why are you still so obsessed with it?"
"Who is so obsessed with it?"
Outside time, thousands of miles away, is my old friend still there? Enter this book and enter the deep feelings of the Republic of China.