"July 1st, I am so insignificant, that track will never reach your memory. But I remember your smell will be on a certain street, will it just happen for me to meet..."
There was singing, and Su Qianqian was startled. Uncle Wang's style of painting changed very quickly, and his voice actually changed?
The originally magnetic baritone voice suddenly became crisp and sweet?
Su Qianqian, who was leaning against the door, couldn't help but raise her eyebrows and looked at the back of the singer and messenger Uncle Wang, huh?
What is he looking at?
If you don't sing well, beat Grandma Zhao's shoulders, and turn your head to the side, what are you looking at in the yard?
An autumn rain also made Uncle Wang sentimental?
Su Qianqian took a step forward, tilted her head to look at the singer and messenger Uncle Wang, and was surprised to find that, ahem, he actually looked surprised?
A look of surprise?
What is this expression?
Su Qianqian blinked her big shining eyes, followed Uncle Wang's gaze, and met Grandpa Li's gaze.
After looking at each other for two seconds, Su Qianqian was defeated.
Ahem, Grandpa Li is urging her to go back as soon as possible?
Su Qianqian looked at Uncle Wang, and while looking around, she didn't forget to give Grandma Zhao a pat on the shoulder.
I just forgot to keep singing!
Can she not go back and continue to lean against the door and watch the rain and listen to songs?
Of course not!
What if Grandpa Li is not determined and recognizes his granddaughter?
Su Qianqian glanced at Tongtong not far away, lowered her eyes, looked at the rainwater accumulating in front of her, blinked gently, and habitually wanted to press the cat-head ballpoint pen in her hand. I found that my diary and pen were left in the room and I forgot to take them out.
Careless!
Su Qianqian turned around and walked two steps into the house, stopped again, looked back not far away, blinked her big shining eyes, turned around, and walked towards the yard.
With her rival Tong Tong and Uncle Tong Jun who wants to recognize her as a relative, it is estimated that Grandpa Li will not be able to continue to give her instructions on how to formulate goals in stages, as well as that SMART.
Su Qianqian curled her lips and looked at the two people in front of her. She didn't know what her rival Tongtong was doing with her father who wanted to recognize him.
All he could see was the back of his opponent Tong Tong's head with a low ponytail, and Uncle Tong Jun, who wanted to recognize him, with a smile on his face.
The corners of Su Qianqian's mouth twitched and she couldn't help but quicken her pace.
They were smiling so happily. Could it be that they recognized their relatives successfully?
Thinking of Grandpa Li's gaze towards the door of the main hall, Su Qianqian couldn't help but froze for a moment and looked at Grandpa Li. Could it be that that look just now hinted to her that he was going to admit his marriage?
Ahem, Grandpa Li didn't look at her? !
How can this person who is not firm in his position be her "ally" in the future?
Su Qianqian couldn't help but twitch the corner of her mouth and slowed down her pace.
If the matter has come to this, then she doesn't have to worry.
The rain was dripping down on both sides of the corridor, fluttering and rustling, dripping with the melancholy of a bad weather. .
Su Qianqian stopped, quietly stretched out her hand, and caught the bright raindrops. They slipped from her fingertips and splashed blue in her imagination. She suddenly thought of her light blue umbrella.
Ahem, actually, that umbrella doesn't belong to her, but to her sister.
She doesn't know how to hold an umbrella. Every time it rains, her sister will always hold the light blue umbrella, take her into the rain, and hold out a blue sky for her.
Stay in her innocent and simple school days, stay in her innocent and simple heart!
But now, where is that blue umbrella?
The rain falls on the rustling ground outside the long corridor, and my heart wanders for a long time between the long distance and longing, floating in the light glances and sighs, silently tempering in the noisy soul, and slowly in the worried eyes. fade away.
Your shadow is everywhere, and my heart is like a piece of dust, falling in the past and drifting into the future. When it falls into my eyes, I shed tears.
The wind blew by, and the tall sycamore tree outside the courtyard danced with the wind, shaking the fallen leaves all over the ground.
One leaf knows autumn. There are no leaves in her dream, so autumn comes without any awareness. Everything is just like yesterday. The clear sunshine, flowing streams, and the depth of night constitute an emotional world.
However, one day, she suddenly found that the stars were far away, and the eyes blinking at her were infinitely misty. Oh, autumn is coming, how about you? Far away from her.
In a season that was originally refreshing and the sunset was like blood, it suddenly started to rain.
The drizzle was like silk and weaving, like smoke and fog, wetting the trees outside the courtyard, and also wetting Yurao's eyes. In such rain, she also inexplicably wanted to shed tears, and let the tears fade into fine fallen leaves in the courtyard. The scenery of sour dreams grows in my heart.
However.
Su Qianqian smiled slightly and gently touched the rain on her hands.
In such crystal rain, she suddenly remembered what her sister had said to her before: remember to bring the shadow of the sun with you when you recall, that way, you will feel warm and not sad.
If her sister knew what she was like now, she would definitely be worried.
Su Qianqian raised her chin slightly and looked at the sky outside the courtyard wall. She could faintly see that the west was gradually getting brighter, and the originally heavy rain clouds began to become thinner.
After the light rain comes sunshine! It’s like waiting in line behind the dark night for the light of dawn!
Su Qianqian closed her eyes slightly, and the cool wind blew against her face, mixed with the slightest chill, which instantly lifted her spirits.
It is the sadness of lonely autumn and the lovesickness of the distant sea. If someone asks her about her worries, haha!
She is free from worries for the time being!
What's more, she has only been out to practice for two months. It is already October, and she can go back in two and a half months.
She wanted to do more. Su Qianqian raised her eyebrows slightly. She still had a major task to complete.
How can you be so sad?
At this moment, she was in the distant countryside, accompanied by the singing of autumn rain, and recited a poem called "Biaojiao Remembers":
"If, if, you ever say something sincere to me, I will remember it when I wake up in the morning..."
"I won't run away in July. I'm looking for the you I loved in my memory. I'm swaying from station to station, who is your eyes thinking of? I can't give it to you. I can't help you with my tickets. Every one of them is Come, July 1st..." The clear and sweet singing voice came again.
Su Qianqian raised the corners of her lips slightly and stood quietly in a corner of the corridor, listening to the song she had never heard before.
As I listened, I suddenly realized that she seemed to have made a mistake again just now.
This voice is clearly that of the opponent Tongtong!
She actually thought it was the voice of singer and messenger Uncle Wang!
Su Qianqian smiled coquettishly, turned to look at Uncle Wang in front of the hall door on the right, and saw that he was still looking like before, looking into the courtyard while continuing to give Grandma Zhao a shoulder.
Sensing her gaze, the singer Uncle Wang glanced at her, smiled, then turned his head and continued to look at his singing rival Tongtong in the courtyard.
Su Qianqian smiled slightly and looked towards Tongtong not far away on the right.
She saw this opponent!
"Okay!" Cheers!
There was a loud sound in the courtyard, shaking the two poplar trees in the courtyard and shaking down a few more leaves.
The corner of Su Qianqian's mouth twitched, and she looked over at Xun Sheng, towards Tong Jun who wanted to recognize her, and saw the excitement on his face.
How satisfied this father must be!
Su Qianqian suddenly thought of her father.
My sister got first in the class, and my father just smiled lightly, "That's right, come on!"
She ranked first in the class, and her father just touched her head. Yes, just like her sister, come on!
She still remembers the Children's Day when she was in first grade. She excitedly dragged her sister home. She wanted to share with her father that she and her sister won first place in the school assembly for their duet "Childhood."
The sister smiled slightly, looked at her, and let her jump happily.
When she got home, she took the certificate and looked around, looking for a place to put it on the wall. Suddenly she remembered something and ran to the living room and then to her sister's room to look at it again and again.
"What are you looking for?" My sister looked up from the book with a smile.
"Where is your certificate?" Su Qianqian asked seriously, and then added, "Where should I stick the award?"
"Just stick it in your room." My sister laughed and continued to read the book in her hand.
"Where is your certificate?" Su Qianqian leaned over and smiled mischievously, "Don't tell me you don't have it, I don't believe it."
"Yes, it's in the drawer." My sister laughed and pointed to the largest drawer under the desk, "Oh no, it should be in the bookcase."
Su Qianqian walked over with a puzzled look on her face, pulled it away, and couldn't help but let out a low voice. There was a cabinet full of honorary certificates, medals and medals.
"Why are you putting it here?" Su Qianqian pointed to the cabinet of honors in confusion, "Why not post it up, maybe."
"Huh?" Sister looked over at her, "Or what?"
"Or put it in the living room," Su Qianqian blinked her big sparkling eyes, "That way, someone can see it when they come to the house."
"Haha." My sister laughed and put down the book in her hand, "Honor only represents the past, not the future."
At that moment, Su Qianqian was stunned, blinked her big shining eyes, looked at her sister again and again, turned around and walked out, and posted the certificate in her room.
Later, when her father came back, she pointed to the certificate in her room. He smiled and touched her head: "It's really good. Qianqian is quite good at singing. Come on."
Su Qianqian smiled proudly, she felt the same way.
However, later on, she gradually learned to keep her honor in the cabinet. After all, it only represented the past, not the future.
Because, later in life, she suddenly began to understand that being overly public may not be a good thing.
When she was selecting the music committee member in the second grade, she relied on her good grades and having won an award in the school assembly. She wanted to occupy the position of the music committee member while serving as the study committee member.
The head teacher is a young female teacher. She allows one person to hold two positions, up to two.
The final result of the election was that a girl who likes to sing and she sang on the spot won the election with more, more accuracy and more completeness!
After that, she seemed to suddenly understand that it was wrong for a person to be overly public and show off his past honors.
Later, she quietly took off the three prizes posted on the wall and put them at the bottom of the drawer.
After that, she put down the last certificate, closed the drawer, and when she walked out of the door, she saw her father standing outside the door with a loving look on his face.
Dad: "Qianqian, honor only represents the past. Don't be bound by it. Likewise, winning or losing only proves that you still have room to grow. It does not mean that you are worse than anyone else! Come on, you are the best Awesome! Like my sister, she is the most beloved daughter of my father and mother."
After that, she nodded heavily to her father, feeling a warm feeling of happiness in her heart!
"Look, Principal Li, my daughter is pretty good."
Uncle Tong Shuai's rather proud laughter came from not far away.
Su Qianqian smiled unconsciously, Tongtong also had a father who loved her very much.
"Well, it's not bad." Principal Li's voice carried with the wind, "Singing is good."
Nice singing! Su Qianqian nodded slightly and looked at the three people not far away, just in time to catch Principal Li's gaze.
"Come here quickly, my dear granddaughter." Principal Li waved to Su Qianqian.
What are you doing there? How sad is it to listen to the rain alone?
Um? Su Qianqian blinked. Grandpa Li was calling her. Could it be that he didn't recognize his relatives?
Ahem, actually it doesn't matter whether you recognize your relatives or not.
No matter how much she recognizes her relatives, this Tongtong will never become her sister. Her sister is only Ouyang Fuqian.
And when she leaves here two years later, she will have nothing to do with this Tongtong anymore.
As far as Grandpa Li is concerned, it is a happy thing to have a good student and granddaughter who comes to Cheng Huan from time to time.
Thinking of this, Su Qianqian responded sweetly and walked over: "Here you go, grandpa."
The distance that was not short at first suddenly became much closer. It seemed that it was only a few steps away, and Su Qianqian walked up to the three people.
"Come on, come on, come on, sit next to grandpa." Principal Li stretched out his hand, waved to Su Qianqian, and patted the stool next to him.
"Okay." Su Qianqian smiled sweetly, glanced at the uncle Tong Shuai opposite who wanted to recognize him, and the rival Tong Tong, and sat on the stool next to Principal Li.
"Tongtong, are you cold?" Su Qianqian looked at Tongtong opposite, "You sing so beautifully."
She shouldn't be cold, with such a thick coat!
Su Qianqian glanced at Tongtong up and down, and saw a hint of surprise suddenly slipping through Tongtong's eyes.
Ahem, what do you mean? Do you think she is showing favor to her?
She just wanted to have a replacement after she left.
"I'm not cold." Tongtong laughed, came over and grabbed Su Qianqian's hand, "Look, my hand is warmer than yours."
Su Qianqian couldn't help but be startled and looked at the hand holding her.
Who agreed to let her come? Who agreed to let her hold her hand?
This Tongtong can't help but be a little too familiar, too familiar.
She just gave her a smile and she thought she was Qiuyang?
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