The raindrops fell from the eaves, just like memories passing through the mind.
Feeling the slightest care and concern, turn the mood into a poem gracefully, bind it on the plain paper of the years, wait for it to be opened at some time in the future, and feel grateful for the fragrance and the warmth that I seemed to have felt before.
Singing lightly in the passing years, the years are quiet and peaceful.
After the wind blows over the flowers, they remain calm and peaceful. In the slow time, they are surrounded by a curtain of wind.
Su Qianqian turned around, with an infinite smile appearing in the corner of her eyes and eyebrows, and softly uttered two words: "Ting Yu."
Listen to the rain? Are you bullying him for being dim-sighted?
He clearly saw that she was thinking about something, and she was so lost in thought that she didn't even respond to her shouting twice, but she actually told him that she was listening to the rain? !
Principal Li blinked slightly and glanced at the father and daughter on the left from the corner of his eye. Could it be that their presence affected Qian Qian's mood?
Is this child sensitive again?
He has obviously rejected Tong Shuai and his daughter!
Principal Li raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at Su Qianqian, opened his mouth, and before he could say anything, he heard a not-so-pleasant singing voice:
"Why do you keep looking at whether you want to fight boxing, Tai Chi or Wing Chun? It's up to you. You still keep smiling. My heart and teeth are broken. I want to put down my schoolbag and let the fire burn."
Haha, what is this song about?
Principal Li frowned slightly, looked over Su Qianqian's head toward the door of the hall, twitched the corners of his mouth, secretly clenched his fists, and glanced at the father and daughter on the left from the corner of his eye.
Do they want to come and chat with him?
Or are you just here to talk nonsense?
Ahem, these two meanings are actually the same.
"Who will be late for justice? Only the bad guys have good lives. Don't even think about escaping. I will chase you to the ends of the earth and the sea. I will split it with my palm. Follow me to take risks. Dreams that cannot be shut down are about to take off. In my heart, perfection is Be more perfect.”
Ahem! Principal Li couldn't help but blinked. This Wang Jun must have fainted now.
What are the ghosts singing?
The love song I sang before was quite good, but what is the song I sang next?
The donkey's head is wrong!
Are you fooling them into playing, or are you just entertaining yourself?
Principal Li shrunk his fist. He couldn't bear it anymore. If he continued like this, he would really stand up and beat him.
"Grandpa?" Su Qianqian couldn't help but laugh. It seemed that her hearing was still fine.
It turns out that Grandpa Li’s determination is similar to hers.
"Huh?" Principal Li responded, slightly lowering his head and looking up at Su Qianqian, "What's wrong?"
Ahem, I was in a daze just now and was almost led astray by Wang Jun again.
The issue he needs to care about now is not Wang Jun!
Principal Li loosened his clenched fists, smiled, and asked: "What's wrong, Qianqian?
"It's nothing." Su Qianqian responded, turning to look at the main room not far away, "Grandpa, listen, how good Uncle Wang sings."
Ahem, okay? Principal Li couldn't help but glance at Su Qianqian.
This kid looks more and more like him!
You can even lie with your eyes open!
This song is obviously like a ghost crying and a wolf howling.
"Ahem." Tong Shuai not far away coughed lightly, glanced at Principal Li, then at Su Qianqian, then turned his head and looked at Tongtong, sounds good?
I do not know! Tongtong shrugged.
The two people looked at each other, exchanged glances, and then looked away.
After all, there are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people!
"What's wrong, Tong Shuai?" Principal Li turned his head when he heard the sound and looked at Tong Shuai opposite, "Do you have any different opinions?"
"Hey." Tong Shuai, who was sitting diagonally across from him, raised his hand to wipe his face out of habit, smiled sarcastically, and looked at Tong Tong, "I don't have any different opinions, I just think Wang Jun sings very energetically. .”
Um? Full of energy?
When Su Qianqian heard the sound, she turned her head and looked at Uncle Tong Shuai diagonally opposite. There was another P-Jing.
All right! It’s none of her business!
The only thing she has to do now is to listen to the song quietly, oh no, listen to the rain.
Then he would wait until Uncle Wang Jun finished singing and then teach her how to sing. Anyway, he was idle.
As for the father and daughter next to them who knew each other, that was not her concern.
The rain is still falling.
Su Qianqian glanced at Tongshuai opposite, then turned to look at Tongtong who was smiling lightly, then turned her head and continued to look at Yan Qianyu.
Drops of rain fell and fell to the ground, quietly accumulating some puddles.
I wonder, at Jingyun’s home three hundred kilometers away, is my sister also listening to the rain by the window, just like she is now, quietly watching the rain and thinking about her?
Su Qianqian breathed a sigh of relief and gently pressed the ballpoint pen on the cat's head.
My thoughts suddenly flew far away again.
"I heard that familiar voice again, as if it were like the blurred rain. I don't know where you are now. Do you still remember? I don't know what breathing is. Is it like a long-standing habit of melancholy?
If you have never had one, how can you know the sadness of parting? A person listens to the rain quietly and counts the raindrops on the window. There is rain, just like having you. Thinking about you. Each past is the footprint of life, hoping for rain and having you. "
"Wow!"
An exclamation brought Su Qianqian back to reality.
what's the situation?
In a sudden moment, what happened?
"Wow, that sounds really good."
hehe! Su Qianqian turned to look at Tongtong and saw an expression of surprise on her face.
It's too exaggerated.
The singer and messenger Uncle Wang's singing voice is obviously shared by everyone and has the same taste, so the difference shouldn't be so big.
What's more, what she just said was just flattery.
Is it possible that they are like her? Did you do it on purpose to make Grandpa Li happy?
"Well, it sounds great, absolutely amazing." Tong Shuai, who was sitting diagonally opposite, slapped his thigh and shouted, "It's great, I'll do it. Wang Jun is suitable for singing girls' tender songs."
cut!
What a loss.
Su Qianqian curled her lips, rolled her eyes silently in her mind, and turned back.
"You're right, Tong Shuai!" Grandpa Li's voice suddenly boomed nearby.
hehe!
Su Qianqian twitched the corner of her mouth, raised her eyebrows slightly, gently pressed the cat-head ballpoint pen in her hand, and looked at Uncle Wang, the singer and messenger not far away.
What caught the eye was still the intoxicated expression on the face of the singer and messenger Uncle Wang, and that, ahem, very good singing voice:
"Counting the raindrops on the window, the rain is like having you. Thinking about your past is the footprint of life, hoping that it will rain and have you."
Su Qianqian blinked slightly, then raised her hand to rub her temples, as if she heard correctly.
Really the singing voice of Uncle Wang, the singer and messenger.
Now she suddenly began to feel a little convinced. According to the handsome uncle Tong who was diagonally across the street, and the Tong Tong who wanted to recognize her, Uncle Wang was indeed suitable for singing love songs.
But, ahem, I suddenly remembered what the singer and messenger Uncle Wang had shouted to her before, and he would teach her how to sing.
She is really not suitable for learning to sing love songs.
For a moment, the four people in front of the hospital were silent.
Only the wind that came in through the crack in the door brought with it waves of coolness, making people feel that it was real.
What is also real is the singing voice of the singer and messenger Uncle Wang not far away.
Wait quietly, listen quietly, listen to the sound of raindrops falling from the eaves, and listen to the sound of rainwater falling into the water on the ground. With the sound of rain, I think of the exquisite hourglass that my sister gave her last summer. Come.
Her sister told her at the time that watching the hourglass slide past her eyes was like watching time slide past her eyes.
But she felt that time never repeats itself, but if the hourglass goes back, it can go back again. It is obviously different.
She looked up at her sister's thoughtful look, swallowed back what she originally wanted to say, smiled sweetly, took it, and said, "Well, sister has a point."
My sister suddenly laughed and raised her hand to tug on her high ponytail: "You don't understand what I mean."
Su Qianqian's face turned slightly red. It turned out that her sister had noticed it, and she thought she was very smart.
Qianqian, my sister laughed. Sometimes, if you don’t understand, you just don’t understand. You can’t pretend to understand, you know. in addition.
My sister paused and continued, more often than not, you have to stick to your own ideas and don't be swayed by others. You have to remember that you need to walk your own path. No one can replace it, and don't go along with anyone else. I wronged myself.
Well, Su Qianqian responded, touched the hourglass in her hand, and nodded heavily.
I hope you are happy, my sister laughed. If something unhappy happens, I also hope you will have a strong enough heart to face it.
Um? Su Qianqian raised her eyes and looked at her sister in confusion.
It's just an hourglass, what else could be unhappy about?
Okay, my sister laughed, let's go home.
oh. Su Qianqian responded, put down the exquisite blue hourglass, and followed her sister out of the gift shop.
The moment she walked out of the door, she looked back. She still felt that the passage of hourglass was different from the passage of time.
As everyone said, watching the water flow is like watching time flow by, but she still didn't understand.
How can those so-called flowing water, and the flowing water of the deceased who was so reluctant to give up day and night, be equated with time.
Just like not long ago, she stood by the river many years ago, quietly watching the lake.
Her sister told her that the river had been there for a long time. It seemed to be hundreds of years old. It was an ancient Yellow River.
She looked at the river that flowed hundreds of years ago. The river was still there and the bridge was still there, but hundreds of years had passed, and the people who watched the water by the lake were already people hundreds of years later.
Su Qianqian turned back and took another look at the exquisite hourglass.
It is fixed, no matter how it reverses or flows, it will eventually be played with in the palm of one's hand, and it can flow back again.
But time is gone forever.
Su Qianqian breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the rain falling, she couldn't help but reach out her hand.
Drops of rainwater slipped from the eaves, fell on the palms of the hands, and fell between the fingers. It was cool, and then slipped silently from the fingers.
He fell to pieces in front of him.
Looking at the crystal rain, Su Qianqian's eyes suddenly became slightly moist.
She thought again of her sister who was three hundred thousand miles away.
I wonder if my current sister will think of her occasionally?
winter vacation?
It's only late October now, and there are still more than two months left before winter vacation!
Su Qianqian felt anxious and her nose felt sore.
"Qianqian." Principal Li called her gently
Um? Su Qianqian sniffed slightly, retracted her hand, shook off the rainwater on her hand, raised her head and wiped the corners of her eyes, turned to look at Principal Li, and smiled slightly: "Grandpa, what's wrong?"
"Oh," Principal Li raised his eyebrows slightly, "You are playing with water again, oh no, are you playing with rain again?"
"Hehe." Su Qianqian looked back at the still dripping rain, then turned back and smiled sweetly at Principal Li, "Idleness is also idleness."
"What?" Principal Li was stunned for a moment.
Idleness is also idleness, quarreling and lying when there is nothing to do. Are you still awake anyway?
"Puch", the Tongtong opposite laughed out loud, "I actually remembered a few lyrics."
"What lyrics?" Tong Shuai on the side suddenly said.
"Well, lyrics?" Principal Li was startled for a moment and then laughed, "Let's listen to it."
"It's okay to quarrel or lie. Anyway, I have nothing to do. I am that girl."
"Hahaha. Principal Li laughed loudly and said, "Naughty, these lyrics are good, come on, sing it in full."
"Well, let's sing it and listen to it. It feels very naughty." Tong Shuai on the side also echoed.
"Okay." Tongtong laughed, looked left and right at the two people talking in front of him, then turned to look at Su Qianqian, "Qianqian, you should be able to do it too, how about we sing together? ?”
Su Qianqian smiled slightly and said, "No, you can sing, I can't."
hehe. She was not in the mood to sing right now.
She just wanted to sit quietly in such rain, with a curtain of wind and rain behind her, and quietly miss her sister who was three hundred kilometers away.
"Okay. Then I'll sing." Tongtong laughed and looked at Su Qianqian, "If Qianqian wants to learn, I can teach you if you like it."
Want to learn? Su Qianqian raised her eyes and glanced at Tongtong opposite.
Think of her as a child who doesn't study music.
She knew the song was "There Was a Girl"!
She can also sing. On the Children's Day when she was in third grade, she even won the first prize in the Children's Day singing competition with this song.
Of course, she knew this song all too well.
Because the reason why she won the award was not just for singing, but for this song, she also rehearsed the dance. Hey, her dance instructor, sorry, is her sister.
"Okay." Su Qianqian responded, smiled at Tongtong, lowered his eyes, turned to look at the rain in front of the eaves on the right.
Tongtong's singing voice came to my left ear: Hey, I am that girl...
At the same time, another singing voice came to my right ear: Counting the raindrops on the window, the rain is just like you, thinking about you, every past is a trace of life, hoping that there will be rain, and you...
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