From the Iberian Peninsula with its Mediterranean climate to the Yangtze River Delta with its subtropical monsoon climate, the temperature and humidity of the climate have nurtured a wide variety of landscapes and homes.

After the Su family moved out of the original small garden, they lived in the alleys of blue bricks and black tiles, and the bluestone streets were preserved in this gentle city, and the regulations for the protection of ancient buildings made this place a different scenery.

Shortly after the rainy season, the plums in the south of the Yangtze River began to slowly go on the market, Su Qingjia prefers this sweet and sour, fresh and tender red with the green leaves connected to the picking, the dew is still rolling on the leaves, take a bite, the red juice flows from between the teeth to the tip of the tongue, and every inch of the taste buds are wrapped in taste.

In addition to eating fresh, it can also be made into a refreshing sour plum soup. On a hot summer day, a bowl is guaranteed to be cold and heart-warming, which is appetizing and greasy.

Grandma Su is a good hand at making sour plum soup, as soon as the season comes, she will find the old farmers who come to the city to buy a lot of plums, eat them while they are fresh, the color is not so gaudy to make sour plum soup, and there is a small one, pickle it, and brew a vat of plum wine.

Although the doctor told her to drink less wine, Grandma Su was still reluctant to take away a little hobby from this Northeast man.

After returning to China, a qiē was very new to Su Qingjia, and the scenery that she had not seen for more than ten years made her feast her eyes. The broken bridge has not yet been littered by the crowd of onlookers, and the weeping willows are still growing strongly.

Time has brought not only development to the city, but also annihilation.

Grandma Su has already gotten a lot of colorful flower umbrellas from an old man who makes umbrellas in the alley, and the umbrella-making craftsman is an old craft, I don't know how many years, I have been an apprentice since I was a child, and then in the opening and closing of the umbrella, a lifetime has been like this.

The umbrella surface made of oil paper, the umbrella bone made of Hunan bamboo, and the old man Su's Danqing wonderful pen in one hand, splashing ink, and carefully carving out the lines on the umbrella handle, these oil paper umbrellas are like works of art.

Although Su Qingjia is not too accustomed to the rainy climate in Hangzhou from time to time in summer, she still likes to hold these oil-paper umbrellas, walking on the bluestone paved path, as if she can meet a lilac girl with melancholy and melancholy.

This day was leisure, Grandma Su led Su Qingjia back to her previous school for a walk, the primary school is not big, several low teaching buildings are mixed with the high-rise buildings that have been built or are being built, there is some discord, the creeper has climbed the wall in the shade, Su Qingjia ran over and picked a leaf, the size of a copper coin, and the edge is a little red.

"Your favorite thing to do was to pick the leaves here, but now you still go and pick the leaves when you come back." Grandma Su touched her granddaughter's head, "If you want me to say, fortunately you went out early, otherwise you would have to pluck all the leaves." ”

These words are full of ridicule, there are too many hardships in life, Grandma Su learned the art of language early, and joked to enlighten herself and others.

Su Qingjia pursed her mouth, looking unhappy, and said coquettishly: "Grandma, why do you say this about me, did I finish picking this leaf?" ”

Grandma Su replied: "Okay, it's grandma who said wrong, grandma is not right at all, grandma is actually reluctant to let you go." ”

Grandma Su is an authentic Hangzhou native, and her timbre is a soft and graceful voice that can't be changed, even if she has lived a lifetime with a big man in the Northeast, she has not forgotten the local accent.

Su Qingjia was reluctant to hear her say, her heart was sour, and she didn't know how to reply.

Seeing that the obedient little granddaughter didn't speak, standing there woodenly, not knowing what to think, Grandma Su took Su Qingjia's hand and continued to walk forward, "Grandpa and grandma are reluctant to let go of our good granddaughter, but Qingjia, grandma hopes that you will go further, as long as you live well, it's fine, remember, you have to laugh every day, don't think too much, worry too much." Grandma Su opened the topic and said, "Qingjia, I heard your mother say that you are learning piano very well now, isn't it?" ”

Su Qingjia blinked vigorously, let the tears go back, and said happily: "Yes, grandma, I am now learning piano with Grandpa Louis." I've learned a lot. ”

"Our Qingjia is really amazing, grandma will go back and make you delicious food and reward you." Grandma Su said with a smile.

"Grandma, I'll show you when I'm done."

"Okay, grandma, wait."

Su Qingjia jumped to the front, then turned around and said, "In the future, I will perform in □□, and grandma I will invite you to sit in the VIP seat." ”

"□□ grandma doesn't know, but if grandma can see you in the Spring Festival Gala, grandma will be satisfied, just like Fei Xiang."

Grandma Su's favorite star is called Fei Xiang, and Mr. Su is very unhappy about this, because his wife pasted the poster in the room, and the wedding photos they took side by side were side by side, and Mr. Su ran away from home firmly in order to show his determination, and said that his wife would not come back for a day if he didn't take off the poster.

Of course, in the end, the stubborn old man didn't be firm for a few days, and he was caught by the smell of good wine and food at home, and he couldn't move his feet, and he moved things back with a red face and humming.

Grandma Su had long known that the old man lived in the south with his old comrades-in-arms, and she didn't go far at all, so she wasn't in a hurry to find it, she pondered Zhang Luo for a few days, pickled drunken crabs, and opened the wine jar.

But in the end, this Fei Xiang poster was still picked, but Grandma Su still liked it.

Old man Su was happy for a few days and wanted to run away from home, this time he wanted to go farther, because Grandma Su bought a lot of tapes and put them every day, although he couldn't see it, but he listened to it very hard, but then he also went into the pit and became a fan of Fei Xiang.

Old Man Su was embarrassed to tell people in front of him.

After walking around the school, Su Qingjia went to the study to practice calligraphy, which was requested by Mr. Su, who had practiced for more than 20 years in his previous life, and he did not fall back after being reborn, and his pen power did not grow anything, but Su Jingkang commented that he had a little feeling.

While practicing, Su Qingjia suddenly remembered that Carlos told her a month ago, hoping that she would give him a Chinese name. Although he was a little puzzled, Su Qingjia still agreed, and he suddenly remembered it, and he couldn't think of it for a while.

I was not satisfied with many words, and I didn't know what Carlos' last name was.

Strange aunt thinks that the little golden retriever is really a big problem for her, oh Doc.

Su Qingjia looked at the three Chinese characters of Carlos written on a rice paper, and was a little confused.

I don't know how Carlos has been, is he having a good time, is he growing taller?

Unconsciously, this teenager has become an important part of her life, maybe this is the so-called fate, across the geographical barrier, across the racial difference, across the language barrier, they can meet, Su Qingjia thought, she didn't know what kind of future this little accident she met on the road of rebirth would bring her, but she found that it didn't seem bad at present.

At least, Carlos grew up in La Masia, and she learned from this teenager to pursue her dreams.

That's nice.

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The days always pass quickly, Su Jingkang's vacation is over, and he is about to return to Spain.

Su Qingjia brought more luggage than when she came, because Grandma Su made her a cheongsam that she could wear until she was almost twelve or thirteen years old and asked her to take back to Spain, from summer to winter, two of each.

Su Qingjia left in the lotus pink cheongsam, the delicate piping and exquisite embroidery all embody the heavy love of this old man, and in the days of waiting, making clothes became her hope, and then it was a stitch and a thread, a stitch and a thread, sewing a hundred pieces of gorgeous clothes, sewing her years, and sewing her tears.

"The line in the mother's hand, the wanderer's shirt. Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late. Who is careless and repays Sanchunhui? ”

Su Qingjia pulled the window to say goodbye to the two old men, and all her words turned into tears in her eyes.

Waiting for the car to drive far away, Su Qingjia still waved his hand hard, and the old man could no longer see it.

There may be a thousand reasons for parting, but there is always only one way home.

After experiencing a long-distance flight again, Su Qingjia didn't have time to worry about the excess cost of luggage this time, the child's strength was almost exhausted in crying, and he fell asleep as soon as he got on the plane.

When the plane landed, I opened my eyes again, and it was back at Amprat Airport.

In September, the sky in Barcelona is still blue as far as the eye can see, echoing the colors of the Mediterranean.

Su Qingjia took a deep breath and felt the salty and humid air again, those familiar smells mixed with the fragrance of plums were already on the other side of the distant earth.

Pushing the luggage all the way to the exit of the pick-up airport, Su Qingjia saw Carlos's golden retriever from a distance, mainly because it was too conspicuous, and this little brother was wearing something that seemed to be a formal suit today.

When I got closer, I found that Carlos was wearing an elegant little suit, and the smooth cut showed everyone the long legs of his model, and the black tone set off his heroic spirit.

Carlos stepped forward and said hello to Mingling Su Jingkang, and then naturally helped Su Qingjia to carry out Li.

Su Qingjia was naturally very happy, so he let go leisurely and said, "Why did you come to pick up the airport?" Don't train today? ”

"I'm sure you'll be back today, so I'm here, don't worry, I'm on leave with the coach." Carlos loosened his bow tie, and the somewhat tight neckline made the throat of the developing teenager a little dry, but thinking about Oleg's words, he honestly buckled it back again.

Carlos took advantage of Su Qingjia's lack of attention, and aimed at his hair at the stainless steel reflection of the bulletin board, well, it's good, it's okay to wait all morning, it's not in vain that he hasn't scratched his head.

I looked at the whole body again, and I didn't live up to what Oleg said, to be handsome and upright.

Carlos plucked up the courage to say to Su Qingjia: "Su Qingjia, I miss you." ”

Su Qingjia was a little confused.

Nima, did she oversleep? Why did you hear Carlos say a string of Chinese to her? Or is it a love story?

She suddenly wanted to be quiet.