I am a new author. My first novel is relatively short, so it is just a practice. Please bear with me.
I always thought that secret love is a tide that no one knows about.
Until the seventeenth autumn, I met Lin Xu on the spiral staircase of the library. The wind was very strong that day, making the entire row of floor-to-ceiling windows buzz, as if someone was calling his name repeatedly behind the glass.
He was sitting at the table in the corner of the third floor, with his computer screen on and a piece of ginkgo between his fingertips.
Golden, fragile, like light that can break at any time.
I stood at the top of the stairs holding "Plant Physiology", my heartbeat so loud that I could hear it in the whole building.
Later I realized that it was not a tide, but a tsunami.
"1.5 Meters" is a scale that is locked in advance - in the story, it corresponds to the ginkgo plant that stopped growing when it reached 1.5 Meters and then began to wither.
1.5 Meters, approximately equal to the height of a person's chest. Lin Xu didn't have time to finish saying "I like", and the ginkgo stopped on his chest forever, as if the confession was pressed into the heartbeat forever.
The unfinished nature of Ginkgo - it was supposed to live for 100 million years, but stopped at 1.5 Meters;
What I like is unfinished - the half of Lin Xu's sentence will always hang at a height of 1.5 Meters, unable to wait for spring.
"1.5" Is not a measure of a tree, but a measure of a late advertisement;
"Ginkgo" is not a tree, but a timer for two people.
Therefore, 1.5 Meters is Xu Zhixia's "I like you" that will always be half a sentence in the rest of his life.
The alias is temporarily set as "Ginkgo Weiyu". I hope everyone likes it.
Intention: Bravely pursue love
