In the summer when he was seventeen, Wutongying cut the playground into pieces. He would always grab his iced soda during recess and watch him chase her through the entire corridor with a red face. After self-study in the evening, the two of them squatted at the foot of the wall and shared a bag of dry noodles. He suddenly said: "After the college entrance examination is over, I will go to the city you filled in." He fed the last piece of noodles into his mouth, and the cicadas chirped in the air. "Then it was agreed, whoever goes back on his word will be a puppy."
Later, they squeezed into a single bed in a rental house, and he stayed up late drawing design drafts while he gnawed bread and recited words. The desk lamp cast their shadows on the wall, like symbiotic vines. He always said: "When I get the scholarship, I will buy you a white shirt that will not fade."
But winter is coming faster than expected. When he coughed up blood and fell to the studio, he still held a design drawing in his hand - it showed two teenagers in white shirts, standing under the sycamore tree in summer, smiling brighter than the sun.
On the day of the funeral, he was wearing an old shirt that had been washed white, and in his pocket was an unopened lemon candy, the kind he always thrust into him. The wind picked up the paper money and flew over the tombstone. He suddenly remembered that afternoon when he was seventeen years old, when he grabbed his soda, the cold bottle brushed against his wrist, the cicadas chirped noisily, and the light in his eyes was hotter than the midsummer sun.
It's just that we promised forever that summer, but in the end we couldn't survive a snowy winter. He touched the thin boy's name on the tombstone, and the candy wrapper made a tiny crunching sound in his palm, which was very similar to the panicky laughter he made when he was caught secretly drinking soda that summer.
It turns out that love in one's youth really starts off passionately like the chirping of cicadas, but ends abruptly at an unknown moment.
Intention: His endless wishes became his "Wish you peace"
