“Counting the raindrops on the window, it’s raining. It’s like having you. Thinking about your past is a trace of life, hoping for rain and having you.”
The singing continued, and the raindrops were flying in front of my eyes, like lightly dancing elves, so beautiful and agile that it made people's hearts palpitate.
Sit quietly, in silence.
Although the old dream of light rain can be revisited, how can it wipe away the loneliness and distant concern on the face?
In this sudden rain, in the left ear of "There is a Girl" and the right ear of the tender "Listening to the Rain", Su Qianqian suddenly began to doubt herself, and somehow she began to doubt herself.
Dad, as a human being, is often a supporter of Rao, but also often his betrayer. The story doesn't develop as expected. Can she only choose to remain silent?
Maybe, I can be more generous.
From the corner of her eye, Su Qianqian glanced at Tongtong, who was smiling and singing loudly, and felt a slight chill in her heart.
Why would a beautiful girl with both parents and a little bit of talent compete with her, an orphan, for Grandpa Li's meager care?
Su Qianqian lowered her eyes slightly and lightly touched the golden lock on the pale pink diary with her fingers. A slight cool feeling instantly slipped from her fingertips to her heart.
This pink diary was a gift from her sister on her birthday last year.
She kept it in her schoolbag like a treasure and was reluctant to use it.
At the end of the summer vacation, she came here with light luggage and only brought this pink diary.
My sister likes light blue and she likes pink.
My sister knows that she likes pink, so all the items picked for her are pink, and the decoration of the room is also pink.
In fact, she doesn't like pink. Or maybe she doesn't know if pink is her favorite.
Just because, in the summer when she was five years old, she clearly remembered that it was the day before Children's Day.
She received a pink gift box, inside was a pink princess group, and a light blue card, with a line of delicate thin gold writing on the card:
My dearest sister, do you like it? My gift to you! Sister: Ouyang Fuqian.
She grabbed the card and ran out of the house. She looked around and saw her sister. She lowered her head and turned around sadly, but suddenly bumped into someone. When she looked up, her sister with two braids was smiling. Yingying stood in front of him.
At that moment, she suddenly started crying, hugging Ouyang Fuqian and crying.
That year, she was five years old and her sister was six years old.
That summer was the first summer in her memory.
She received a pink gift from her sister who had been in her life since then.
That summer in her memory, her sister Ouyang Fuqian told her that pink represented cuteness, sweetness and innocence, just like her.
Memories are wandering, and layers of curtains of scenes from that distant time begin to quietly appear, unable to cover them, but still missed.
Su Qianqian blinked slightly, and a drop of tear fell down, dripping onto the hard-cover notebook in front of her. She pretended to raise her hand to wipe it casually, and the more she discovered, the more she wiped it.
Put your mood in an envelope, how to write the strands of meditation and the faint and faint music into a throbbing language?
In such a wet and cold air, how can it escape every drop of rain, pass through every sound wave, and make a faint sound? And how can it not break into droplets of crystal rain when it is passed on, nor rise and fall with the wind, nor fall into a dark corner, or disappear alone with its head bowed?
she does not know.
She also didn't know whether it could still make some beautiful sounds and leave some beautiful marks.
The world shrouded in rain and fog is blurry and desolate. The sycamore trees outside the courtyard are swaying in the wind and falling leaves.
A wisp of sound, both real and illusory, came from afar, dragging the lingering roar through the densely falling raindrops, and landed in her ears:
"Every time I am wandering and lonely, I am strong. Every time I am hurt, I don't shed tears. I know that I have always had a pair of invisible wings that take me to fly over despair. I don't think about the beautiful sun they have..." "
The clear tears fell down, like drops of rain hanging on her cheeks, the skirt of her clothes, falling on the pink notebook with golden locks that she touched lightly.
She closed her eyes slightly, as if she couldn't hear anything.
"There is a girl who is a little willful and a little arrogant. There is a girl who is a little rebellious and a little crazy. It's okay to quarrel. Anyway, she is awake and there is nothing to lie. Anyway, she is idle."
Tong Tong's crisp voice sounded next to him, along with Uncle Tong Shuai's silly chuckle and Grandpa Li's hearty fake laugh.
Su Qianqian blinked slightly, opened her eyes, and sighed softly in her heart.
Once upon a time, she sang that song so happily, dancing while singing. Seeing the smile on the face of her sister in the audience, she danced even more happily.
However, Su Qianqian smiled slightly and raised her hand to wipe the corners of her eyes. Summer had gone and autumn had arrived.
"There is a girl who is a little willful and a little arrogant. There is a girl who is a little rebellious and a little crazy. Which girl is she? I am this girl."
Su Qianqian raised her hand and touched the tip of her nose lightly. The moment she lowered her head, she suddenly discovered that there was an extra hand on her right shoulder, and the veins on that hand were particularly obvious.
When did Grandpa Li put his hand on her shoulder?
How come she doesn't know?
Su Qianqian glanced at the hand on her shoulder from the corner of her eye, pretended to straighten her hair, and quickly wiped the corner of her eye.
She didn't want Grandpa Li to see her crying.
"I've been laughing and joking when the wind blows. I've been in a daze and got into big troubles together. I've dared to love and hate and travel all over the world. I've loved vigorously and desperately. I am this girl."
After singing the song, Tongtong laughed softly and paused for three or four seconds: "I'm done singing."
"Hmm, sounds good." A voice came over, accompanied by a "hehe" laughter.
Without turning around, Su Qianqian knew that the voice was that of Uncle Tong Shuai who was sitting diagonally opposite and wanted to recognize him.
Daughter, it’s better to be your own!
Su Qianqian raised her eyebrows slightly, blinked, and raised her eyes to look at the gray sky above the yard.
"Hahaha. It's a good song. It's a naughty and cheerful song." Principal Li laughed loudly and gently patted Su Qianqian's right shoulder, "This girl is a bit interesting."
Um? Which girl?
Su Qianqian raised her chin slightly and looked up into the sky. She was startled. Is she the girl in the lyrics?
Or, in her?
Su Qianqian glanced at the hand on her shoulder again from the corner of her eye, blinked slightly, without looking back or making a sound.
"Well, yes, this girl is very cute, naughty, and kind."
Tongtong's crisp voice came over.
It turns out that they were talking about that girl! Su Qianqian smiled slightly, that's right!
Tongtong has to make sense!
That girl is a little brave, a little willful, and very smart. She always creates accidents and brings surprises along the way! Live a very free and unrestrained life, very straightforward, and very worthy of expectations!
"Oh." Principal Li responded, patting Su Qianqian's shoulder gently, "I also think this girl is good. But, I still think I am a good girl."
Um? Su Qianqian was startled. Is Grandpa Li with her?
What does it mean to pat her shoulder again and again, left and right?
Su Qianqian held her breath and listened, silent for a moment.
Even Uncle Wang, who was showing off his singing voice not far away, suddenly stopped singing. The back of his dark head was facing her, and she didn't know where he was bending over with Grandma Zhao.
Quiet, speechless.
There was only the sound of wind blowing and rain falling.
The wind after the light rain was slightly cool, shaking a few raindrops with a hint of coolness, and they fell on the feet within reach, shaking out the silence of autumn, silently, without need to hide it.
Suddenly, the poems they had just finished came, and the sycamore trees began to drizzle, and at dusk, bit by bit, this time it was the first time that I felt sad.
worry? Qiusi? Since ancient times, people who have left have always cried farewell in autumn to support the camels.
A gust of cool rain blew in the face with a swirling wind. Su Qianqian frowned slightly and raised her eyes.
The drizzle is like silk, filled with the coolness of autumn and the silence of autumn.
An autumn rain indicates that summer has gone and autumn has arrived.
I can't help but feel a little bit sad, looking around, I can see that the beauty has gone, and it is filled with the sadness written in Tang poetry and Song lyrics.
Su Qianqian gently touched the cool golden locks, recalling Grandpa Li's talk not long ago. Autumn is actually a beginning, a beginning in a higher sense. Autumn is also a departure. .
The beauty or sadness of this autumn scene does not lie in the autumn itself, but in the eyes of autumn people.
"What are you thinking about?" Grandpa Li patted Su Qianqian's shoulder gently.
Um? Su Qianqian was slightly startled and glanced at the hand with obvious veins on her shoulder.
He sniffed slightly, pursed his lips, and tried to force out a smile. Then, he turned around, looked at Grandpa Li, and softly uttered two words: "Look at the rain."
Um? Watching the rain?
Principal Li raised his eyebrows slightly, looked over Su Qianqian's head at the sky above the courtyard, then turned back and adjusted his gaze to look at Su Qianqian.
This girl is teasing him again.
I told him that I was listening to the rain before, but now I told him that I am watching the rain.
What will happen soon?
Do you really think that his old man's eyesight is dim?
He could clearly see that she was thinking about something.
It's just that he didn't know what she was thinking.
Principal Li raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at the sweet smile on Su Qianqian's face, squeezed out a big smile, and said softly: This rain is still good, worth seeing.
Um?
Worth a look?
When Su Qianqian heard this, she opened her eyes slightly and looked at Grandpa Li, haha.
What message was he planning to send to her?
Su Qianqian looked at Grandpa Li and started to laugh. From the corner of her eye, she caught the look of Tong Tong nearby, and the twinkling eyes of Uncle Tong Shuai who was diagonally opposite him not far away.
What just happened?
Su Qianqian blinked her big sparkling eyes. Did she miss a lot in the moment of listening to music and recalling it?
The wind blew by, bringing bursts of coolness from the gap in the ajar door. Su Qianqian couldn't help but shake her head, feeling slightly chilled.
Um? Principal Li's eyes flickered when he looked at Su Qianqian, and he patted Su Qianqian's shoulder gently. After a moment, he turned to look at Tong Jun diagonally opposite.
Um? Tong Jun, who was diagonally opposite, looked over, not hiding the surprise on his face, what?
Principal Li glanced sideways at the door next to him.
"Oh." Tong Jun, who was diagonally opposite, understood instantly. He smiled coquettishly, stood up, walked to the door, closed the door, and walked back to the stool, "Is it cold?"
Isn't this nonsense?
Principal Li glanced at Tong Jun who was diagonally opposite, then turned around, smiled at Su Qian, and asked softly: "Is it cold?"
Ahem, is it cold?
Su Qianqian blinked her eyes, slid her fingers through the cool golden locks, glanced left and right at the three people in front of her, and then fixed her gaze on Principal Li, "It's not cold."
It's not actually cold, I just feel a little chilly.
Compared with the cool breeze blowing on my body, I feel even colder when my heart is cold!
Su Qianqian looked at Principal Li steadily. As long as you insist on denying your granddaughter, she will definitely not feel cold!
You must stand firm!
Su Qianqian gently grasped the cool golden locks, and the smooth and cool feeling instantly slipped into her heart.
"Oh," Principal Li responded, turning slightly to the side and looking not far away, "How about you go back to the room to get some clothes?"
ah? Su Qianqian was startled for a moment, blinked her big shining eyes, glanced at the other two people in front of her, smiled and nodded.
That's fine.
Out of sight out of mind.
She wanted to go back to her room and read the letter from her sister again.
In this Liujia Village, which is three hundred kilometers away from Jingyun, the only thing she misses about her sister is this pink locked diary and the pink letterhead she just received today.
Su Qianqian nodded, stood up, and walked to the yard with the pink diary.
When she took the first step, she suddenly heard Uncle Tong Jun's voice diagonally opposite.
"Tongtong, if you are idle, you are idle. Let's sing another song."
Um? Su Qianqian's feet paused. Are you still idle?
Dare you ask this father and daughter who want to recognize each other to sing a song together with Uncle Wang who wants to come?
Too much!
Su Qianqian turned around and glanced at Tong Jun and Tong Tong, then turned and left.
Whatever. At worst, after they leave, she and Grandpa Zai Li can discuss SMART principles.
There is ample time.
Su Qianqian looked at the quiet singer and messenger Uncle Wang not far away. This person was still there.
Su Qianqian raised her feet and walked along the bluestone path toward the main room, which was more than ten meters away.
When she took the third step, she heard Tongtong's clear voice coming from behind.
"Okay, then, let me sing an inspirational song."
"Okay." Someone responded immediately, with two giggles of "hehe".
Haha, Su Qianqian raised her eyebrows slightly. This voice seemed a bit familiar. It was the voice of Uncle Tong Jun diagonally opposite.
Dear father!
When "School" took the fifth step, she heard Grandpa Li's voice, "Sing it and listen. Let's wait for my granddaughter to come back."
"Okay." Tongtong's clear voice came over, along with the familiar singing voice:
"Every time, I am strong in wandering and lonely. Every time, even if I am hurt, I will not shed tears. I know that I have always had a pair of invisible wings to fly me through despair..."
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