When the Cicadas Chirp and the Snow Falls

Thanks for the cover production@yoyo The chirping of cicadas in Nanzhang No. 1 Middle School always carried a scorching temperature, making the asphalt road soft in the sun. It also branded Xia Qichi's name into the midsummer of that year - he was the natural focus, the eternal red tick on the test paper, and the edge that could not be hidden under the title of heir to the Xia family. It wasn't until he was reborn in a classroom at the age of seventeen that the sunlight outside the window blinded him, and he was shocked to realize that this was not a dream: the boy who always wore a dark school uniform was still sitting by the window, holding a quick-breaking pencil between his fingertips, and his profile was cut into fragments of light and dark by the shadow of the trees. That was Dong Yi'an, the one who made him sit outside the morgue for three days and three nights when he jumped from the rooftop later; the one standing in front of him alive at this moment, with a bit of chalk dust on the collar of his school uniform, and his eyes like a lake frozen with thin ice. Xia Qichi clenched the strap of her schoolbag tightly, her knuckles turning white. The debt from his previous life was like a thorn in his throat - he remembered that he had dropped Dong Yi'an's notebook and chased away those who approached him with cold words. However, when he touched the melted orange candy in the other person's pocket, he realized that all meanness was a clumsy armor. "Hey," he heard his voice tremble, as if it had been changed by the midsummer wind, "can you do this question... Can you do it?" When Dong Yi'an looked up, there were bits of sunlight falling on her eyelashes, like a handful of gold powder. He didn't speak, but just pushed the draft paper this way. The handwriting was clear and elegant, but the edges were slightly wrinkled by tears. So this summer became different. Some people secretly stuffed hot milk into each other's schoolbags after evening self-study. Some people hid the other party's wrong question book full of comments in the deepest part of the desk. Some people, with red eyes in the wind on the rooftop, said "I'm afraid of losing you" instead of "don't cause trouble for me." When the chirping of the cicadas gradually subsided, Xia Qichi grabbed Dong Yian's wrist in the snow. The temperature in his palm was shockingly hot: "Dong Yian, listen -" There was still a youthful air in his voice, but it was firmer than any oath, "I was late in my last life. In this life, I will wait for you instead." When you come out of the shadows, when you dare to hold the light in your hands, when you understand that the heat hidden under the harshness is actually a journey across life and death. After all, the strongest wine in the world is the light in your eyes when we meet again; the longest poem is writing each other's names from the chirping of cicadas to the falling snow, and from the school uniforms to the rest of our lives. "You are my coordinate axis, the only origin that refuses to be dislocated in a world where I have been broken and rebuilt." "If love needs armor, then I am willing to be the gentlest beating in your heart." Intention: How can a person who is nourished by someone's heartfelt love not become sunny?