Before he left, he accepted my ginkgo leaves
When I was eight years old, my family broke up and I stayed with my great-aunt in the countryside.
There was a sick man in a wheelchair living in the courtyard next door. I would stand on the wall to see him every day.
He would always chase me away with a cold face, but would quietly ask the book boy to hold the door open for me.
Until the day he left, the wheelchair ran over ginkgo leaves all over the ground.
Suddenly he turned around and said to me: "When I can stand and walk..." I will come back to you!
