The chirping of cicadas fills the midsummer, and the evening breeze carries my heartbeat.
Under the locust tree at the age of seventeen, Su Yubai rubbed the note full of thoughts into the wind.
He thought that was the end of the story.
Until many years later, the evening breeze from the alley blew over again, carrying the familiar scent of soap locust and a sentence that was several years late:
"Hey, I received your note."
Purpose: to record the pure heartbeat and growth of boyhood, and to pay tribute to the tenderness and bravery of youth.