"Tick tock, tick tock."
Rain dripped from the eaves.
Su Qianqian turned her head slightly and looked towards the rain in front of the eaves.
Suddenly I remembered that familiar song:
Tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick a few tears have fallen...
"School," Principal Li's voice came over again, and he shook the list in his hand towards Tong Shuai who was diagonally opposite, "I've read the list."
"Really?" Tong Shuai, who was sitting diagonally opposite, wiped his face, laughed twice, took it, and put it in his jacket pocket, "I didn't lie to you, did I?"
Su Qianqian smiled slightly.
Uncle Tong Shuai, is this three hundred without silver?
"Yeah." Principal Li snorted, "Quite honest."
"Hehe." Tong Shuai, who was sitting diagonally opposite, smiled, glanced at Tongtong, and then looked at Principal Li, "What about Tongtong going to school?"
Ahem, Su Qianqian paused for a moment while spinning the fallen leaves in her hand, and actually asked.
Principal Li, what do you think?
In fact, she wanted to know too.
"Let me see." Principal Li's voice suddenly paused, he glanced left and right, and finally turned his attention to Tongtong opposite, and smiled, "Tongtong, what do you think?"
Um? What does Tongtong think? Grandpa Li is so considerate (so)!
Su Qianqian couldn't help but laugh and continued to turn the withered yellow leaf in her hand.
She almost forgot that Grandpa Li also had a special skill: playing football professionally!
She has learned this skill before. Although, it's zero worse than her.
A drop of rain fell on the leaf. Looking at the crystal raindrop, Su Qianqian gently shook her hand. The crystal drop instantly slipped from the leaf and fell into the water on the ground. In an instant, ,Disappear.
Suddenly I remembered a sentence: Time passes like a stream, and memory disappears in time, just like water falling into water.
She suddenly began to understand the meaning of these words.
She remembered being confused when she heard this.
Memories lost in time? Teacher, time is the best placebo.
So are memories that disappear in time just to be forgotten? So why did the water fall into the water again?
Memory and time cannot be equated. But water and water are the same.
She was very puzzled at the time and wanted to ask.
However, seeing her sister's face looking out the window with a quiet and dazed expression, she swallowed it back and wanted to ask something.
She was thinking about what her sister would be like when she said those words.
By that time, my sister had returned home from the hospital.
At that time, my father had already gone through the formalities for my sister to suspend school.
At that time, my mother would come back every noon to cook.
At that time, she would rush home from school every noon.
However, when I got home, I found that my sister was sitting in front of the bay window next to the window, reading a book. She was fascinated by the book. The sun filtered through the dense shadows of the trees and passed through the window glass, spreading warmth throughout the room.
The sun shone on my sister's body, and her whole body seemed to be enveloped in a halo.
She didn't dare to come near, didn't want to come near, didn't dare to make a sound, and didn't want to make a sound, so she stood quietly in front of the door, looking at her sister under the light and shadow, her beauty turned into a picture, no, it was beautiful. It became a silhouette, reflected in her young heart.
Suddenly, she saw her sister raise her gaze and look out the window.
What are you looking at? Leaves? Or sunshine?
Su Qianqian, who was leaning in front of the door, also followed her sister's gaze and looked out the window.
It seemed like a second passed, and it seemed like a long time passed. My sister suddenly turned back, looked at her, smiled, and waved to her: "Are you back? Come and sit for a while."
"Yes." Su Qianqian responded and walked over, "Mom is still cooking."
"Yes." My sister laughed and tidied the broken hair on her forehead, "I came back a little early today."
"Yes?" Su Qianqian's face turned red slightly, "It's about the same as usual."
Can you spot your sister even three minutes earlier? Su Qianqian blinked and looked towards her sister.
My sister smiled and raised her hand to wipe her face: "You only blush after running."
"Huh?" Su Qianqian was startled for a moment, then stretched out her hand to wipe her face.
This face is worthless.
She had obviously stopped when she was two hundred meters away from home, just because she was afraid that her sister would see it, but she was still discovered.
"Why don't you go look in the mirror." My sister laughed, "Actually, it's good to go for a run occasionally."
"Hehe." Su Qian smiled lightly, "All of this has been discovered."
The elder sister smiled slightly, revealing two seemingly invisible pear dimples, and raised her finger to point out the window.
Um? Su Qianqian looked out the window.
Ahem, she had forgotten that she could see the outside scenery from here.
He had a clear view, and he must have been discovered by his sister when he came over just now.
"Running also has to be divided into time periods. You can do it in the morning and evening, but you can't run before and after meals." My sister chuckled.
"Oh." Su Qianqian suddenly muttered, "I know."
In fact, she was just worried, oh, no, she just wanted to return home as soon as possible to spend time with her sister.
She doesn't want her sister to be alone at home and can only read books. She also wants to come back to spend time with her sister.
She still feels sad when she wakes up from the situation of reading alone in her room.
From the time she can remember, she knows that her sister will come to see her every week, and her aunts and uncles will come to see her at the end of every month.
She would start on Monday and wait until the weekend.
But she has no concept of Mondays and weekends.
She went to ask the dean, where is the weekend? Why does it have to be several days before it can be the weekend? Why can't it be the weekend?
The dean smiled at her, why did he ask this?
She, that sister, can only visit her on weekends. She wanted to know when the weekend was.
The dean laughed, held her in his arms with a smile, touched her hair, and told her: Seven, there are seven in a week. From Monday to Friday, the sixth and seventh days are weekends.
Su Qianqian raised her head and looked at the dean with a confused expression. What number is seven?
The dean was startled for a moment, then laughed, pointed at the colored stones in front of her, and taught her to count them one by one.
Later, when she was three and a half years old, she took seven stones and placed them on the bedside.
One at a time.
Because of the dean, when she was in sixth grade, her sister came to see her.
She was afraid that when she woke up, she would forget what day of the week it was?
Then he put the stone on the bedside.
The stones gradually filled up one after another, just like her increasing hope.
She still remembers the mood she felt at that time. She was lonely and wanted someone to accompany her.
Su Qianqian pursed her lips slightly, sat next to her sister, rested her head on her shoulder, and whispered softly: "I just want to come back early to be with you."
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