The Day When the Cicadas Stopped Chirping

Six years ago, she was the girl in the gray sweatshirt who peeked at him in the bookstore. He was the silent boy who sat across from her every Wednesday. On fifty-two Wednesdays, they spoke no more than twenty sentences. Six years later, the used bookstore reunites. He wrote on the title page: "I know you have turned the page of this book." She said in her heart: "I know you have been looking at me." But so what? Summer would end, the bookstore would close, and he would go south. On the day when the cicadas stopped chirping, they still couldn't say it—— In fact, I knew everything, but it was too late.