The ginkgo tree turned yellow three times. The first time was outside the window of high school. He handed over a handwritten booklet. On the title page, he wrote, "You can tell me when the time comes." Lin Du did not reply. The second time was in the autumn morning in Beijing. She heard a familiar voice behind her, turned around and saw him standing three steps away, with two words engraved on the bottom of the iron box in his hand. The third time, he ran back from 7,000 kilometers away, tied a jade pendant from a thousand years ago on her wrist, and said, "I won't leave this time."
It turns out that they had met earlier - in the wind and sand at the border, she was A Ling playing the piano, and he was Shen Yan going on an expedition. She put the only jade pendant into his palm and said, "Come back and give it back to you." He never came back. That jade waited for a long time, so long that it took a whole life to wait for the day of reunion.
Autumn is here again. The leaves still fell in the same way, but this time someone held her hand and stood under the tree. The palms of her hands were warm, as if the coldness of more than a thousand years had been covered back.
