Is there a song that reminds me of you?
Su Qianqian couldn't help but smile, gently opened the door of the back room, put on a thick pink coat, and walked out.
Just then I heard the voice of singer and messenger Uncle Wang coming over.
"How could it be?" Singer and messenger Uncle Wang looked unconvinced, "I can obviously sing many songs, but I just finished singing several of them."
Well, have you finished singing? ! Su Qianqian raised her eyebrows slightly, it was obviously all over!
"Are you singing? It's obvious." Grandma Zhao said bluntly, "The right side is heavier."
"Where am I? Teacher Zhao, why don't you bury Tai Rao like this?" Uncle Wang, the messenger of the song, moved slightly to the right, turned his head and saw Su Qianqian standing two meters away, "Envoy, you are all You think I sing well and want to learn to sing from me."
"Learn from you?" Grandma Zhao laughed, "Instead of learning from you, it's better to learn from Lao Li. Although you two are both half-matched, Lao Li is a little more upright than your five-tone tune."
With a "Puch" sound, Su Qian smiled slightly.
"Ahem, teacher." The singer and messenger Uncle Wang glanced at Su Qianqian and smiled dryly, "Teacher, no matter how bad I am, I can't be worse than Principal Li."
"That's right." Grandma Zhao laughed and tilted her head slightly, "Qianqian, if you want to learn music, go directly to grandma. Don't learn from your uncle Wang and your grandfather. These two people don't have the ability to teach singing. .”
Singer and messenger Uncle Wang: "..."
hehe. Su Qianqian smiled sweetly and walked towards Grandma Zhao: "Okay, I will listen to Grandma."
"Okay." Grandma Zhao nodded slightly, raised her hand and patted her right shoulder: "On the right side, be heavier."
Uncle Wang, the singer and messenger, silently increased the weight on his hands.
Su Qian smiled slightly. The warm scene she thought turned out to be like this!
She couldn't help but look over Grandma Zhao's head towards Grandpa Li who was not far away.
Compared to Grandma Zhao's outspokenness, Grandpa Li's treatment of her is pretty good!
"Grandma, let's talk. I'm going to find grandpa." Su Qianqian glanced at Grandma Zhao who was enjoying herself with her eyes closed, and then glanced at the singer and messenger Uncle Wang who was working silently, and smiled sweetly, "I won't disturb you. Here you go."
"Well, let's go." Grandma Zhao shook her head slightly, raised her eyes and glanced at Su Qianqian, "I need to wear thicker clothes. A layer of autumn rain will make it cold."
"Yeah." Su Qianqian responded and walked towards the door.
The voice of the singer and messenger Uncle Wang came from behind: "Sir, can you finish listening to a song before leaving?"
Um? Listening to music?
Su Qianqian paused, looked at the singer and messenger Uncle Wang, and blinked her big shining eyes: "What song?"
Uncle is trying his best to save face!
Then she, ahem, depends on her mood, no, on the title of the song, before deciding whether to leave or stay.
"Hehe." Singer and messenger Uncle Wang laughed, "Of course it's my signature song."
Specialty swan song?
Su Qianqian raised her eyebrows slightly, glanced at the singer Uncle Wang, glanced at Grandma Zhao who was enjoying the massage, and smiled: "Is there a song that will remind you of me?"
Singer and messenger Uncle Wang laughed, showing his white teeth: "Yeah."
"That's right," Grandma Zhao's voice came over, "He can only play one song well."
Su Qianqian couldn't help but laugh: "Uncle Wang is so awesome."
One of them is pretty good!
It was much better than she imagined.
"Ahem," singer and messenger Uncle Wang coughed twice and cleared his throat, "There is a song that is pretty good, I'm going to sing it."
Grandma Zhao said nothing.
Su Qianqian smiled sweetly: "Okay."
Uncle Wang, the singer and messenger, blinked at her, shook his head slightly from side to side, and began to hum:
"The lights are out, the moon is lonely, eyes are watching quietly, who is sleeping alone, that familiar song is heard in the distance. Why are those voices in my heart so weak? I haven't seen you for a long time. Are you okay now?"
Um? Su Qianqian opened her eyes slightly and looked at the singer and messenger Uncle Wang.
This song is so good!
Suddenly, it was as if he had changed. That pure voice, that slightly magnetic voice, and, that, the tune that had been being adjusted.
It turns out that Uncle Wang is really only suitable for singing love songs!
This song is so nice.
Looking at the intoxicated expression on the singer and messenger Uncle Wang's face, Su Qianqian suddenly realized that Uncle Wang was actually quite cute.
"You once lived, you didn't want to be alone. We all live in this city, but why don't we meet again and only rub shoulders with strangers? Is there such a song that will make you follow and influence us to share the past and remember it? It will not be silent. …”
Is there a song that makes you sing along softly?
Listening to the melodious voice, Su Qianqian leaned against the door and looked up outside, where thin smoke-like clouds quietly passed through the gray sky.
Suddenly, she also wanted to know, was there a song that would remind her sister of her?
Is there a song that reminds others of her? Or, she, who would she think of in such a song?
When a person spends time quietly in this remote countryside, away from the hustle and bustle and blessings, something special will emerge in life.
Choosing memories, about the memories of ten years old, a song suddenly reminded her, in the years she passed, who did she remember?
When we are all chatting all the time, I will sing the sea to you.
I'm afraid you won't even remember the lyrics then.
Then I write it in the palm of my hand, and when I can’t remember, I open my palm to read it. You do that.
She listened to the song "The Sea" and smiled, "That's not okay, that's cheating."
My deskmate in the first grade was a girl who loved music. Under the influence, Su Qianqian, who had always kept a low profile and only liked singing "Childhood", finally fell in love with a song, "The Sea" by Zhang Yusheng.
There is no reason why I fell in love with that faint song among her pile of music.
That was the first song she liked and also her favorite, and it has never changed to this day.
I wonder if a few years later, that deskmate will write the lyrics in his hand and sing their favorite song "The Sea" like he did many years ago?
Maybe, in the future, at some point, they passed each other without recognizing each other. Who knows? Who can know what will happen many years later? ?
In the second grade, classes were divided, and she and her deskmate were no longer in the same class.
Su Qianqian looked at the gray sky and lowered her eyes.
There was a wind blowing across my face, bringing with it a chill.
Along with the cool wind came the singing voice of the singer and messenger Uncle Wang:
"Is there such a song that will make you remember that I make you happy and make you worry about me? Do you still remember the truest dream?"
That year Dong suddenly fell in love with Su Huilun's voice. That gentle and beautiful woman deeply moved her with her slightly sad and heart-stopping voice.
As I was quietly recalling and writing the lyrics of that song, a figure flashed over.
Can I sit here?
Su Qianqian raised her head and looked at the figure. A girl with long braids was standing in front of her desk with a smile.
all right.
Su Qianqian responded and moved to the window to free up a seat.
Are you writing a letter? The girl glanced at the pink letter in front of Su Qianqian and laughed.
no. Su Qianqian smiled slightly and recalled the lyrics.
oh? The girl came over, ah!
What's wrong? Su Qianqian looked at the girl.
I can sing this song. The girl with long braids laughed.
Su Qianqian put down the pen in her hand and laughed when she looked at the girl with long braids. Then you can sing and listen.
OK. The girl hummed softly:
It rains when there is time. You and I have you. I have no choice but to be different. Who can keep hiding the heartache? Who doesn’t want to stay away from fear after the storm and find tolerance. There is time when there is time. The reason for sunshine. You and I have you. I have no excuse.
Su Qianqian still remembers the first time they met. Yan Jing sat next to her in a white dress and softly hummed the song "The Sky That Cried" that she suddenly liked.
That soft and soft song, when the early autumn arrived, in the bright autumn sun, allowed her to see the unfinished lyrics that had been forgotten in the corner, dancing with graceful gestures among the falling leaves, bringing her to life. Make her feel deeply.
When I dug out that song, I realized that there had been no news about Yan Jing for a long time, just like the rainbow that flashed after the rain...
Autumn has arrived again, with the same cool autumn weather.
In the sky, the rain began to fall, distant and long, like a thousand-mile white curtain connecting the past and present. I thought of Yan Jing, whom I had not seen for a long time, and the song I heard when I met her in autumn that year:
There are reasons to be clear when there is time, and you and I have excuses that you and I have to make. Who can say things he doesn’t mean again and again, and who can wait aimlessly?
Su shook his head lightly and blinked slightly as he looked at the growing water accumulation under the steps in front of the eaves.
I don’t know, Yan Jing, what are you doing now?
I came willfully and in a hurry, and I forgot to tell her. Will she also be looking for her in the school when the fourth grade begins?
"The same cold rain falls in the sky. The same world is getting farther and farther away yesterday. Is there such a song that will make you gently follow and influence us to sing together in the past? The theme song that we sang together with the ups and downs of our lives..."
Su Qianqian was startled and looked at Uncle Wang who continued to sing.
What a coincidence, it’s raining in this song too.
There was also a memory about rain in her memory.
Turning to look outside the house, the rain and fog were thick, hanging deeply over the yard.
Suddenly I want to hold an umbrella to cover the clear sky and take a look at the dusty face in the lotus mirror.
In July, T-shirts and jeans dominate the summer streets.
Gu Nian, Su Qianqian, you will be my best friend this year. Happy birthday, I wish you every blessing!
Su Qianqian started to laugh, and when she started laughing, she suddenly heard Xue Lingyun's voice beside her.
Her father once said to her: The best happiness is to remember someone, the best happiness is to have someone who cares, the best hardship is to have others recognize your efforts, and the best friend is to never forget Bless each other.
Su Qianqian knew very well that in the summer of that year, there had just been a rain in the sky.
The fragrance of summer, the lush green shade, and all the emotions of summer are so peaceful and elegant. That emotion matched her countless white feelings about summer that year and even later, which was a sense of tranquility and lightness.
The shadow of summer is getting thinner, and autumn cruelly forces us to surrender all our enthusiasm. The friendship between the four people dances with its unique posture amidst the falling leaves and the increasingly dense darkness. A different kind of emotion called touching.
Gradually, I began to get used to the appearance of four people at the same time, to their occasional noises, occasional humming, and occasional treatment of her. Be happy and learn to laugh!
Autumn, winter, spring, and summer. In the blink of an eye, summer has gone, autumn has arrived, and after autumn comes winter again.
When next summer comes, will she still have the white feelings that are exclusive to summer?
Will they also have their shadows in the white space and time? Will there still be her happy laughter, and will there still be that sentence: Learn to laugh, and be happy a little bit every time.
Who will remember whom? Who will bless whom? Memories flowed around like music, and the silent water stirred up a deep smile, like flowers blooming on her lips, expressing her silent feelings for the past.
Su Qianqian started to laugh, smiling as she imagined her partner who was three hundred kilometers away. Was his expression at this moment also full of smiles?
She will always think of that spring, that season that makes people feel warm when they think of it. She will always think of the warm sunshine in the afternoon, the warm but not dazzling feeling, just like the footprints left on the beach in summer, the nostalgia is still there. clear.
She will always think of that sentence: The memories that follow you are too heavy, and the diary that is holding you down is too thick. If you refuse to speak out, who will understand?
,May I? It doesn’t have to be exported. Some things cannot be exported. Once exported, they will be boring.
Natural and casual, a greeting, a smile, a word of blessing, understanding each other, not too important, but not unimportant, just like air and water, invisible, but nourishing life.
That kind of light and unclear feeling is like tasting a cup of tea with a long and fragrant fragrance. Color, light, fragrance, light, taste, astringent.
Not particularly affectionate, nor particularly distant, the feelings are never too intense, but the aftertaste can linger for a long, long time.
In the spring of that year, she suddenly fell in love with writing some emotional essays, carefully scribbling them one by one in her pink diary.
Several friends quietly came over from behind and asked her if they could take a look.
After reading it, Yan Jing: It’s heart-warming, heart-warming, and the memories that warm people’s hearts.
Thinking of that line of words, she began to smile, and began to smile lightly. She smiled and thought of the spring in her memory. The spring at that time was blue and blue, so blue that it was transparent, dazzling, and moving.
"Every year on July 1st, I have to buy a ticket to take refuge in memories..."
The sound of singing came, interrupting Su Qianqian's memories.
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