Xia Anhe, a freshman in high school, suffered a double blow from depression and juvenile myelomonocytic leukemia. He went to the United States with his mother for treatment and was separated from his father and younger brother for three years. After returning to China for her senior year of high school, she bumped into Xie Yan being bullied by Huang Mao on the first day of school. She called the dean, and the two ran away hand in hand. But in this world, the high school corridors should be soaked in the chirping of cicadas in late summer, and the test papers on the desk were waiting for the wind to lift the page where they filled out the application form.
It's a pity that you are not the protagonist who can survive until the results of the college entrance examination, nor the supporting character who can hide in the crowd and watch the ending, but Xia An - the "fragment of the old time" nailed by leukemia and depression in the countdown, the drop of ink on Xie Yanyan's platform that froze before fainting, and will not survive the midsummer of senior year.
The original body, with its pale face after chemotherapy, wanted to put light into Xie Yan's darkness: the evening self-study notes contained a hot nutritious meal, she grabbed his hand and ran to the academic office when she saw him being bullied, and when she coughed up blood in the dormitory late at night, she had to hide the medicine bottle in the textbook. She only dared to say to the moon, "When you go to Central America, I will listen to the cicadas in your paintings in the piano room of Central Academy of Sciences." Throughout her life, she was nothing more than the always-empty seat at the table behind Xie Yan, and the traces of gardenia-scented ink on the edge of his test paper, which could not be erased or retained.
"Your end will be on the day he enters the examination room, next to his inkstone, and there will be no more sounds of summer."
Yes, it was the blood stains on his draft paper, the bunch of withered gardenias in his arms at the graduation ceremony, and the unfinished "Wait for me" that he couldn't catch in the wind when he passed by the corridor of his senior year.
Save enough warmth for the journey, write down all the unsaid promises, use youth as paper... Burn it in his memory.
Love is a drizzle. In the hazy drizzle, we recall the dusty past.
Xie Yan turned to the last page of his make-up notes. Xia An's words "Waiting for you to take the exam to Central America" were half-line blurred with blood.
Intention: The regret of not being able to express it personally in youth
