The wind in December has become angular, and when it blows through the row of ginkgo trees at the entrance of the Arbitration Court, it brings with it the last batch of stubborn dead leaves. Ding Shang walked out of the glass door holding the mediation letter he had just signed. The paper was slightly hot in his hands - it was the residual warmth of more than four months of struggle.
A ginkgo leaf rotated and fell on her shoulder. It was yellow and transparent, like amber that had been boiled by time. Twist the leaves on the stem and look closely at the thin afternoon sunlight. The veins of the leaves are as clear as the line of fate.
Solved.
This word is as light as this leaf, and it doesn't even make a sound when it falls. But in order to let it fall, she spent the entire autumn.
The mobile phone vibrated, and the bank account was notified: compensation has arrived. The number is higher than expected, which is the result of the other party hurriedly suing for peace after □□ reported it. Ding Shang tugged at the corner of his mouth, unable to smile. This victory has the smell of mud, and those disgusting things will not disappear just because of compensation.
She looked up and saw that the ginkgo leaves were still falling and fluttering like paper money from the sky. For whom to be buried? For the five years of youth she spent dying in this institution? Or is it for the conscience of those who think they can cover the sky with one hand?
The wind blew the tassels of her off-white scarf, and the sweet smell of roasted sweet potatoes could be heard in the distance. Ding Shang took a deep breath and suddenly remembered that it was the same afternoon more than four months ago, but the heat wave was rolling and the ginkgo trees were still green and black.
And when it all started, she didn't even realize it was the beginning.
Intention: mentality is better than everything