Set off in autumn!
Many years later, Su Qianqian still clearly remembers that golden October.
In that October, Grandpa Li drove her forward along the straight field road, as if they could reach their destination as long as they kept walking like this...
Write another one?
Su Qianqian glanced towards the middle of the bookstall.
The thick line letter paper was waiting there quietly. The wind blew and slightly lifted two or three pages, as if waving to her: Come on, take us away.
Su Qianqian smiled slightly and glanced at Grandma Wang, who was looking down at the newspaper on the left side of the bookstall, haha!
If she proposed to write another letter, would Grandma Wang give her another cold look: Not reliable!
How about giving it a try?
Su Qianqian opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, she heard Grandpa Li's voice floating over her head.
"Okay, Lao Wang, you can take your time and bask in the sun, we are leaving."
ah? Leaving?
Su Qianqian was startled, blinked, and looked away, seeing Grandpa Li gently patting her right shoulder, and then placing it firmly on the handlebar in front of her.
It seems that you really want to leave? !
Su Qianqian turned around to meet Principal Li's kind smiling face.
"Qianqian, sit tight, we're about to leave."
"Yeah." Su Qianqian responded, put her right hand on the front handlebar, and looked at Grandma Wang again.
Hey! They were still reading the newspaper and didn't pick up the attention she sent them!
All right.
In fact, it’s the same thing when I get home and ask Grandpa Li.
Su Qianqian thought, then she withdrew her gaze and looked at the road ahead.
The road ahead stretches straight forward under the sunlight, all the way up. The poplar trees on both sides of the road rustled slightly in the autumn wind.
Suddenly I remembered the sentence in "Praise to White Poplar": "It has no whirling posture, no bending and circling branches. Maybe you want it not to be beautiful - if beauty refers specifically to "whirlring" or "slanted" As far as human beings are concerned, then the poplar tree is not a good woman among trees."
Grandpa Li moved forward with a surprised look on his face and stopped stepping on the pedal: "Qianqian, can you memorize this article?"
"No." Su Qianqian smiled sweetly, glanced at Grandma Wang who was reading the application in front of the bookstall, then turned her head and said in a sincere voice, "I heard a few words when my sister was reciting it."
"Oh." Grandpa Li nodded and said in a low voice, "That's it."
"Ahem," the old lady with white hair coughed twice, raised her head and glanced at Su Qianqian, "Where are you two?"
"It's nothing." Su Qianqian turned around, glanced at the old lady, and then looked at Principal Li.
Their eyes met, they exchanged glances, smiled, and looked away.
This is a secret between the two of them, they don’t tell Grandma Wang.
"It's nothing." Principal Li smiled, raised his right hand and waved to the old lady with white hair, "Let's go, you old man, just continue to enjoy the autumn sun. When it's noon, remember to turn in another direction. Don't look at the flowers."
"Hehehe." Su Qianqian couldn't help but laugh and looked towards the old lady.
"Stop." The old lady curled her lips, put down the newspaper in her hand, and looked at Su Qianqian, "Girl, come here."
What? Girl?
The smile on Su Qianqian's face stagnated for a moment, and then she started laughing again. She turned to look at Grandpa Li behind her and muttered: "Grandpa, hurry up."
"Okay." Principal Li responded loudly, and then warned, "Sit tight."
With a strong step, the car drove off.
"Hehehe." Su Qianqian smiled. The moment the car drove out, he waved to the old lady who was looking at the bookstall. "Goodbye, grandma. I will come to you next time to send a letter."
Old Mrs. Wang, who was full of white hair, slightly raised her wrinkled eyelids, picked up the newspaper again, and continued to read the newspaper.
"Hee hee hee." Su Qianqian's laughter and the subtle rustle of the poplar trees in the wind fell everywhere where the bicycle passed.
"Sit tight." Principal Li reminded with a smile.
"Yes." Su Qianqian responded, putting her right hand on the handlebar, and saw Grandpa Li's hand holding the handlebar: there were slightly protruding veins on the hand.
It's exceptionally bright under the early morning sunlight.
Those hands were holding the direction of their progress, and suddenly I remembered a sentence I had seen somewhere: Half of your destiny is in your own hands.
What about her? She had to use her meager strength to grasp her own direction, and help the ghost Liu Ruixuan walk to her sister's side.
Su Qianqian smiled slightly, raised her head and looked forward,
A few lush green poplars were surrounded by faint clouds and smoke, and the straight gravel road stretched forward and disappeared at the end of the line of sight. In the distance, the sky was dyed blue, and she held her breath and stared.
The sunshine was surprisingly good. A few light clouds floated in the already clear sky. They became more and more transparent under the sunlight. They were carried by the wind blowing from a distance and landed in her sight when she looked up.
At that moment, I felt the sigh from many years ago suddenly but clearly, and a warm feeling of joy surged into my heart.
In the late summer and early autumn four years ago, the same sunshine was shining brightly. My sister brought new hope and started a new journey. Now four years later, she also wants to bring another piece of hope to the people around her.
He released his right hand from holding the handlebar, raised it slightly, picked up a handful of sunshine, held it in his hand, and warmed all the memories.
I have forgotten who listened to it. When remembering, you should bring the appearance of the sun. It will make you forget the rain and loneliness that have been left in your memory.
And in all her memories, there was neither rain nor loneliness.
There has always been a blue sky in her memory. She still remembers the sky at that time, with blue tiles and blue tiles, so blue that it was transparent, dazzling, and moving. The sunshine at that time was very warm.
Watch the sun glide over your head, watch them slipping gently and slowly from between your fingers, watch the time pass by little by little, leaving tiny traces of light and shadow among the green trees and green grass, and leaving traces of sliding on the straight and endless road. , Su Qianqian stretched out her hand, wanting to grab a handful of sunshine.
I remember the sigh after three years passed, but when she stretched out her hands, she did not hold the sunshine, but unexpectedly caught a petal, a petal that was blown away by the wind and was about to wither.
"Qianqian."
Principal Li was calling her gently.
"Yeah." Su Qianqian responded and came back to her senses.
"Do you like autumn or spring?" Principal Li's voice came from above.
"I like it," Su Qianqian was startled for a moment, looking at the unexpected petal in her hand, "I like spring."
"Why?" Principal Li smiled.
"Because spring is the season for sowing." Su Qianqian shook the petals in her hand, "You can sow the seeds of hope."
"Oh." Principal Li responded and laughed.
"What about you, Grandpa Li?" Su Qianqian looked around and drove out of the market town.
In the fields in October, the rice fields are golden, the ears of rice sing softly in the wind, and the scarecrow begins to "grow". Walking in the rice fields seems to be placed among the earth and nature, and the wind blows the fragrance of rice all over the clothes.
"I like Qiu the most." Principal Li's voice came over.
"Oh, is it because autumn is also the harvest season?" Su Qianqian turned her head and looked at Principal Li behind her.
"Sit tight." Principal Li lowered his head and glanced at Su Qianqian in front of him, then raised his head and looked at the road ahead, "Autumn is not just a season of harvest, it is a beginning in a higher sense, a new departure. .”
Su Qianqian turned her head thoughtfully and repeated it in her heart.
Suddenly I remembered that the content of the letter they had just sent came, and I couldn't help but feel happy.
Yes, who, autumn is just the harvest season?
Isn’t the taste of autumn a new starting point? Autumn is not a new departure!
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