This is an article about a two-way crush on campus that is first torturing and then sweet. I hope you like it.
That summer, the chirping of cicadas was particularly noisy. Seven-year-old Ye Lingxia and her neighbor's little boy buried a time capsule under a plane tree and agreed to listen to the chirping of cicadas together when they grow up. But when he was twelve years old, the boy's family suddenly moved away without even having time to say goodbye.
Five years later, on the first day Ye Lingxia stepped into the high school campus, she saw that familiar yet unfamiliar figure on the freshman representative podium. Cheng Xubai - the once-laughing little boy has grown into a cold and distant teenager. When the eyes behind the lenses swept across the crowd, they did not stay on her for a second.
"He really doesn't remember me." Ye Lingxia wrote this sentence into the locked diary, but she didn't notice that someone was using a sketchbook to outline her drooping eyelashes over and over by the window of the library.
They performed the strangest drama with the most tacit understanding:
- She pretended not to know him, but remembered his picky eating habit of hating carrots
- He deliberately avoided her, but "accidentally" brought an extra umbrella with him on rainy days
- She secretly counted the number of times he passed by the corridor
- He silently collected recordings of her participation in recitation competitions
When the cicadas chirped again during the graduation season, Ye Lingxia found the rusty time capsule while sorting out old things. In addition to the childish graffiti of childhood, there was also a stack of yellowed pages - 127 letters that Cheng Xubai had written to her in the past three years but had never been sent.
The last page reads:
"In fact, I have never forgotten,
The one when the cicadas chirp the loudest,
The girl who said she would listen to summer with me forever. "
Purpose: To readers: "I hope you can be brave enough to say what you like. If not - I hope it will become the brightest moonlight in youth. The thoughts of seventeen years old will be remembered by both the cicada and the wind."
