Cicada Doesn't Know the Coming Year

Full text BE｜Reunion without broken mirror｜Two-way redemption｜Reality is hard to reconcile ⚠️ Reality cures abuse, two-way growth without reconciliation, everyone is relieved, please be careful before entering if you mind BE At the age of seventeen, in midsummer, the cicadas were chirping noisily. Chen Zhixia knocked down Lu Feng's recording pen when he returned home in the evening, and the crisp sound of footsteps suddenly broke into the wind sounds he had collected all summer. She is a cold girl who was raised by her deaf-mute grandmother. She is accustomed to silence, loves stability, and is most afraid of sudden separation. He is a sunny boy who grew up wandering around with a theater troupe. He is good at saying goodbye, being spontaneous and free, and never dares to make long-term promises. The two trajectories that were supposed to intersect briefly ended up redeeming each other that summer. He taught her to speak, giving voice to the silent world; She taught him to stay when he landed, so that his wandering heart could find a home. They used tapes to record the chirping of cicadas year after year, and agreed to meet again every summer, thinking that summer would never end and they would always see each other next year. But life never depends on the will of young people. Grandma passed away, we were separated in a different place, our ideals took different paths, and the mountains and seas were difficult to overcome. He went to the wind and snow to record the sounds of the world, while she stayed in the small town to tenderly guard the glimmer of light in the world. They had no bloody misunderstandings, no entanglement of love and hate, they just slowly, slowly became separated over the years. Later, the sound of cicadas on the old tree remained the same, and they all lived a better version of themselves. It's just that summer and people from that year can never come back. It turns out that meeting each other has already been signed. It's just that cicadas don't understand the coming year, and young people don't understand perfection.