[Youth Growth + Transfer Student Secret Love + Campus Regret + BE Aesthetics]
[Shy transfer student Yu Rui × gentle classmate Xie Jiayin | Class 11's two-year heartbeat was finally crushed by the evening breeze into the chirping of cicadas]
In the midsummer of my second year of high school, I stepped into Class 11 of No. 1 Middle School with my transfer certificate in hand, and fell into the gentleness of Xie Jiayin. She handed over a notebook with a little sun drawn on it. The warm lemonade was always dry until it was palatable. The red string bell on her wrist rang softly, which became the only light in my chaotic high school.
I hid my heartbeat in the shadow of the street lights side by side during evening self-study, in the fingertips that touched each other when passing water, and in the confessions that reached my lips and swallowed countless times. From the midsummer when the cicadas chirped noisily, to the deep winter when the snow fell on my shoulders, from the shouts of swearing in the 100th day of senior high school, to the train station after graduation, I never dared to say those two words.
I thought the summer would be long, and I thought there would always be a chance to run in her direction, but under the sycamore tree at the university, I watched her holding someone else's hand.
It turns out that those unspoken loves, those heartbeats hidden in the evening breeze, were eventually blown to unknown distances together with the chirping of cicadas in midsummer.
"Xie Jiayin, my confession is late for a whole youth."
There is also an exclusive extra for Class 11, which reveals the little thoughts of class teacher Xie that have long been seen through, as well as the two-way temptation that has not been revealed in those years.
Concept: "Evening Wind Carries Cicadas and Confessions Away" is based on the youthful secret love of a teenager after transferring to school. It focuses on the cowardly unspoken confessions and the regrets of tender companionship in youth. The imperfect regrets are the background of youth. Those thoughts taken away by the evening breeze eventually become the tender mark of youthful time.
