The slender first quarter moon on the side slowly fell down a lot.

Su Qianqian closed his eyes slightly, and a light tear slipped from the corner of his eye.

After such a long memory, now looking back, I am still congested, and I still can't restrain myself.

The wind swept by, bringing a burst of fragrance.

I opened my eyes gently, and watched the shelves full of roses swaying in front of me with a fragrant fragrance, but my heart was full of sadness.

Another breeze blew, and a vague burst of unintelligible songs came:

"Summing up the lost time with the duration of only one movie, we used to be crazy but had to end the show.

Looking at the young people from afar across a whole starry sky, the direction of the moonlight is where you are......"

Who's singing?

Su Qianqian pressed his temples lightly, his fingertips slid over the corners of his eyes, and he followed the sound and looked over.

Not far from the intersection of Lilac Road and Rose Road, a woman with a fluttering skirt walked by, and she walked through her graceful singing, which sang:

Running crazy yesterday, desperate to see the bright starry sky together, dreaming, young and not understanding pain......

Young people don't understand pain?

Su Qianqian blinked his eyes inadvertently, the corners of his mouth pulled slightly, and a subtle smile was raised.

Don't know what it's like to be young? Actually, it's just because it hasn't really hurt yet.

Whose is it, that time can iron everything out, that can heal the wounds of the past? She didn't believe it before, and now, she doesn't believe it even more. After many years, looking back, it is still a cone of pain.

It hurts, and she seems to be back to that August after graduating from the first fifth grade.

All of this, starting that August, has no reason or excuse to continue.

As for what my sister said in the letter, there are three wishes.

Her first two wishes, she will spend her life fulfilling.

And for the third, for ......

Su Qianqian turned his head slightly and looked at Liu Ruixuan behind the right.

The white shirt, the slightly long hair, and the strand in front of the forehead are gently raised in the breeze, revealing a handsome side face, looking at the curved moon in the west, I don't know what I am thinking?

It seems that in the blink of an eye, they have all grown up.

It seems that the soul has traveled for a long time, and has been carrying the weight for many years, and it has become numb and vicissitudes, and I don't know what year it is. I don't remember the former young man, who walked in front of his eyes or by whose window.

"Remember, remember that the story told us that we used to know each other, even if we are now scattered and swallowed up by the years......"

Not far away, not far away, the bright and slightly faint voice came.

Past acquaintances?

Su Qianqian glanced at Liu Ruixuan, and looked at the intersection, the girl with her skirt fluttering stopped, standing with her back to her, leaving her with a back fluttering in the wind.

Past acquaintances?

The boy beside her, never, knew her.

In his memory, there has never been an image of her, only her sister.

This is also why, her sister's third wish, she can't do it, and she can't do it.

For her, the boy beside her belongs only to her sister, and in her heart, she has always thought so.

And now, she understands more clearly that this boy only has his cousin in his heart.

And she, like a passing cloud, oh no, is the edge of the clouds that I have never seen, disappearing with the wind, leaving no traces.

At this moment, she has no intention or intention to care.

Just like at the beginning, her unintentional run was not because Rui was her. Rather, because, Rui is the one who is my sister.

And all of that was gone in the summer of the fifth grade, with the departure of my sister.

There is no reason to go on with those stories.

She is, and can only be Su Qianqian! You will never be able to become Ouyang Fuqian!

"The endless story hides the most moving explanation, regret has become the most beautiful love poem, only the endless story hides the shadow of the most missed......"

The wind was blowing, and in the fragrant wind, a few poignant lyrics were sent.

Su Qianqian couldn't help but bow his head, the story is not over.

Regret has become the most beautiful love poem?

No, the unfinished story made regret the deepest pain in her heart.

If she could, she hoped that she could come back sooner, be by her sister's side, and accompany her on her last journey.

In August of that year, and the autumn that followed, the whole person was confused, and his brain was blank, as if chaos had not been opened.

She suddenly didn't know where to go, and she didn't know how to face it, a spare world?

After moving, staying in that unfamiliar room, she saw the shelves of green rose leaves next door at a glance, and realized that her parents had taken her to move next door to Jingyun Normal University.

Mom, that way, when you are free from work, you can see her when you look up, you can see her in front of the window.

When Su Qianqian heard this, he began to smile and nodded.

After a pause, her mother said to her, if she wants to relax, she can go to the campus of Jingyun Normal University to take a walk and see the life of college students.

Su Qianqian replied and nodded.

Throughout August, she didn't want to go anywhere, and she didn't go.

Sitting in front of the not-so-high window, looking out from the balcony on the third floor, the green of the eyes rose and fell in the wind, and occasionally someone walked in front of the green leaf, disappearing from one end and emerging from the other.

It was as if I had gone through a self-concealment, and then, I left, and walked out of the green in my eyes.

Time passed in such a flash and a faintness, the original clear eyes lost their brilliance, and the initial ups and downs in the heart were in the green eyes, and gradually ironed into a quiet lake, without a trace of ripples.

As August drew to a close, she thought and thought that she was going to see her sister.

She knew it was a weekend, the sun was surprisingly good, scorching the ground, hotter than any previous summer, and she and her parents sat in the black car driven by the middle-aged man with ordinary eyebrows, driving southwest of Jingyun.

A large expanse of greenery hit the line of sight, and a river more than 20 meters wide went around the lawn. The river water is clear, reflecting the blue overhead, in the slight wind, rippling in circles, and the tender aquatic plants by the river will swing lightly.

Open, clean, flat.

The original gloom and worries in Su Qianqian's heart subsided in an instant.

Walking forward, I saw that between the wide lawn, the squares were neatly arranged one by one, lined up one by one, and I couldn't see how much was back and how much was left.

They stopped in front of the fifth row, the sixth stele.

The familiar eyebrows, with a shallow smile between the eyebrows, and the slightly raised corners of the lips.

Sister!

Su Qianqian's heart chuckled, and her sister was looking at her and smiling from the black and white photo.

A gust of hot wind swept in front of you.

Su Qianqian suddenly remembered that there seemed to be no one in the photo of her sister, as well as the old photos she and her sister used to take together.

The album she erected high in the corner of the book was found in the fourth after she returned home, and was gone.

She searched for a long time, but she couldn't find it.

Sitting quietly in a daze, I thought about it for a long time before I realized that it must have been my parents who put it away.

The last thought about her sister has never been left to her.

Since then, she has no longer even the right to see things.

can only silently remember in her heart, and then, looking at herself in the mirror, slowly feeling the distance between her sister and her, even if she comes to the end of her life, even if she can only recall, her sister will not disappear in her heart......

The singing voice that was not far away came again, interrupting Su Qianqian's brief memories.

"Please remember that our stories are engraved in the depths of the soul, and the songs we once loved are ringing in our ears, and those endless stories hide the shadows of the most missed......"

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