——In the midsummer when the cicadas are chirping, who is listening to the truth under the rust?
The track of Jiangshi No. 1 Middle School was twisted under the scorching July sun, and Lin Hu's shot put dream was stuck in his father's torn application form. Dropout student Yang Yujiang rummaged through the rust in the junk alley, and his mother's medical records contained traces of liquid medicine from twenty years ago. When the physical education teacher's body showed chronic arsenic poison, when the football club emblem emerged from the specimen jar in the anatomy building, the sins of two generations were washed away by the heavy rain in the array of bones under the playground.
The number on the white coat hides the experimental password, and the name of the missing person is tied with a red knot.
She couldn't escape the poison dormant in her genes, and he couldn't decipher the parallel numbers on the donor book.
The cicada will eventually peel off its hypocritical medical robe, but how much truth will it take to atone for the sins that have rusted into the annual rings?
Intention: None