Chapter 285

The late autumn in Beijing is golden, and Shasha sat in the corridor, reaching out to pick up a ginkgo leaf blown by the wind. There was a similar row of ginkgo trees in front of the Training Hall of the General Administration of Sport. Back then, at this time of year, she would carry her white crossbody bag, step across the avenue paved with many such leaves, and walk into the hall to train. The afternoon sun was very warm, casting a cozy glow over everything. There were rarely many people at the military rehabilitation hospital, and in the afternoon the entire courtyard was especially quiet. But if you listened closely, you could hear a bird chirping or two.