He was 19 years old and a well-known street gangster. He was originally careless about everything, but in the summer when the cicadas were chirping, he met a child.
Fang Suizhou held a cigarette in his mouth and looked at Wen Chanxu's back, watching him carrying his luggage and disappearing into the chirping of cicadas in midsummer.
The child is gone, and his world is empty, leaving only the chirping of cicadas that repeats year after year.
Until many years later, the familiar chirping of cicadas sounded again, and the fully grown-up child stood back in front of him again, dragging his suitcase.
This time, the chirping of cicadas is no longer a farewell, but a prelude to their reunion that has been delayed for a whole youth.
Intent: The cicadas continue to chirp, the love continues, and the reunion continues to write the prologue of youth.