In the summer when I was seventeen, the cicadas were chirping noisily, and the evening breeze carried secrets through the sycamore leaves. The appearance of transfer student Lin Yu is like a pebble thrown into Su Wan's peaceful life - his name is only one word different from the handwriting in her diary, and his light brown eyes ride on the light and shadow of the sea.
The distance between our neighbors is the accidentally overlapping notes on the draft paper, the diary lost and found in the pond, and the sunset and sea breeze and drizzle shared on the playground bleachers. There are unspoken cicadas chirping in the wind, singing voices that are hesitant to speak. In the time when the monsoon blows, the two names are close to the wind that finally waits for the return voyage to the island.
This is a story about encounters, about the sudden acceleration of heartbeat when the wind lifts the hem of clothes at the age of 17, and about those summers hidden in light and shadow, destined to be remembered.
Purpose: to capture the purest heartbeat and growth in adolescence