28-Year-old Chen Mo was lying in a musty-smelling rental house, holding the crumpled junior college diploma in his hand. The boss's words were still echoing in his ears: "If you don't have enough academic qualifications, it will be useless no matter how hard you work." He closed his eyes, and before his consciousness sank into darkness, what he regretted most was that summer, when he was folding paper airplanes on his elementary school desk.
When I opened my eyes again, the chirping of cicadas made my eardrums hurt.
On the podium, teacher Li's chalk dust fell, falling on his open fourth-grade mathematics exercise book. His deskmate Zhang Xiaopang was secretly stuffing hot strips into his hand, and fine dust floated in the sunshine outside the window - everything stayed in that afternoon in 2010.
This time, with his 28-year-old soul, he sat in the fourth grade classroom again.
The math problems that once gave him a headache now seem as simple as 1+1; the certificate that he tore up finally had the opportunity to earn it back with his own hands; the expectations that were let down, the time that was wasted, and the dreams that were ridiculed have all become footnotes that can be rewritten.
When a scumbag suddenly strikes back and becomes a top student, when an adult's soul lives in a child's body, this fourteen-year-late growth is destined to write a completely different future amidst the cicada's chirping.
