In many people's eyes, homesickness was like a bottle of aged wine, and it seemed unworthy to speak of homesickness without raising that glass.
But sometimes, it felt more like a can of Jianlibao.
Opening the lid, with a "pop" sound, emotions were released alongside the gas, tears and soda spilling over together. Taking a sip, and the bubbles danced on the tip of the tongue.
Just like boarding students, who would rush home eagerly as soon as school let out, or small children sent to someone else's house, having fun during the day but crying to go home at night.
Tan Wenbin was the most like a human being among the kids who left the house.
Thus, his reactions were also the most intense.
It was as if only by stepping on the family's courtyard, giving Li Sanjiang a forceful hug, and hearing Mr. Li call him "Zhuangzhuang," could he confirm from the bottom of his heart:
