Leaning next to the door at the connection of the train hard seat car, Xu Liang looked at the rapidly changing scenery outside the window, staring blankly, holding a single page of a newspaper tightly in his right hand. Even though the single page had been pinched into a curly wrinkled paper roll by him, he had never relaxed for a long time. He suddenly tore the single page apart, then rudely stuffed it into the metal ashtray at the connection, and then lit a cigarette for himself. Finally, he took out an old photo that looked a little yellowed from his wallet...