In September of the late summer and early autumn of that year, the vegetation on the ground had not begun to show any traces of autumn. The sky was still so blue, the water was still so clear, and the cicadas were still so noisy. The young children moved their eyes away from their homework and glanced carelessly at the equally young children standing next to the teacher on the podium. Their eyes met in the light of the lightning, and then looked away at the same time. The black eyes rolled around. One continued to immerse himself in the homework, and the other continued to patrol the face of the little girl in the class...