The ginkgo in autumn has its own brilliance, like the Buddha in the temple, pure and gentle, but it is not alienated and makes people feel close. Standing under this big tree, Fu Xiyin felt that she was very clean. When she was about to die, she had no desire to live at all. She only thought that life was so short, and the grand events in the storybook were all lies.
One day, Fu Xiyin and her friends went out to play. It was a busy city, but there was a temple. Naturally, she wanted to go and see it. The place was not big, and there was a courtyard after entering the gate. Two century-old ginkgo trees were in their golden color, and they felt faintly filled with Buddha's light.
When she was gone, she suddenly became her. She knew she was not her, and she didn't want to be her. She was Fu Xiyin.