Standing in front of the double-glazed window, Shen Qiang frowned as he gazed at the autumn cicada trembling and chirping in the blizzard outside.
It was strange. In the frigid winter, with temperatures below twenty degrees, it was absolutely impossible for a cicada to survive.
Opening the window, the biting cold wind swept in with frost and snow, making Shen Qiang, standing at the window, shiver. Yet when Shen Qiang extended his hand, the peculiar autumn cicada didn't fly away but crawled slowly and stiffly into his hand.
"Little guy, are you here for help?" Shen Qiang raised an eyebrow, murmuring to himself.
Then, Shen Qiang bizarrely witnessed the cicada in his hand vibrating its wings and emitting a cicada's call.
This surprised Shen Qiang.
"I'll speak, you answer. If I'm right, chirp once; if I'm wrong, chirp twice—agree once, disagree twice," Shen Qiang said. "If you understand, chirp once."
The autumn cicada in his hand chirped once immediately.
