"July 1st, I'm so small, that track will never reach your memory. But I remember if your taste would be on a certain street, would it just happen for me to meet ......"

There was a singing voice, Su Qianqian was stunned, Uncle Wang's painting style changed quickly, and he actually changed his voice?

The original magnetic baritro voice has become crisp and pleasant in seconds?

Su Qianqian, who was leaning against the door, couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and looked at the back of the singer and messenger Uncle Wang, huh?

What is he looking at?

Singing badly, beating Grandma Zhao's shoulders, and looking sideways into the yard to see what?

An autumn rain also made Uncle Wang sentimental?

Su Qianqian took a step forward, tilted his head to look at the singer and messenger Uncle Wang, and was surprised to find, cough cough, he was actually surprised?

Surprised?

What kind of expression is this?

Su Qianqian blinked his big sparkling eyes, followed Uncle Wang's line of sight, and met Grandpa Li's gaze.

After two seconds of staring at each other, Su Qianqian was defeated.

Ahem, Grandpa Li is urging her to hurry back?

Su Qianqian looked at Uncle Wang, and while looking, he didn't forget to beat Grandma Zhao's shoulder.

I just forgot to keep singing!

Can she not go back and continue to lean against the door to watch the rain and listen to the songs?

Of course not!

What if Grandpa Li is not firm and recognizes his granddaughter?

Su Qianqian glanced at Tong Tong not far away, lowered his eyes, looked at the more and more rain in front of him, blinked his eyes slightly, and habitually wanted to press the cat-headed ballpoint pen in his hand, only to find that the diary and pen fell in the room and forgot to take it out.

Careless!

Su Qianqian turned around and took two steps into the house, stopped again, looked back not far away, blinked his big sparkling eyes, turned around, and walked towards the courtyard.

There is a pair of Tong Tong and Uncle Tong Jun who wants to recognize his relatives, and it is estimated that it is impossible for Grandpa Li to continue to give her how to set goals in stages, and that SMART.

Su Qianqian pursed his lips and looked at the two people in front of him, the opponent Tong Tong didn't know what was going on with her father who wanted to recognize him.

I could only see the back of the head of the opponent Tong Tong with a low ponytail, and I could see Uncle Tong Jun who wanted to recognize his relatives with a hehehe smile.

The corners of Su Qianqian's mouth twitched, and his feet couldn't help but speed up.

They laughed so happily, could it be that they succeeded in admitting their relatives?

Thinking of Grandpa Li's gaze in front of the door of the hall before, Su Qianqian couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and looked at Grandpa Li.

Ahem, Grandpa Li didn't even look at her?!

This person who is not firm in her position, how to be her "ally" in the later stage.

Su Qianqian couldn't help twitching the corners of her mouth and slowed down.

If this is the case, then she doesn't need to be in a hurry.

The rain was on both sides of the promenade, dripping down, fluttering and sprinkling, rustling, rustling with a gloomy that did not shine.

Su Qianqian stopped, quietly stretched out her hand, caught the crystal raindrops, slid down from her fingertips, splashed blue imagination, and she suddenly remembered her light blue umbrella.

Ahem, actually, the umbrella is not hers, it is my sister's.

She doesn't know how to hold an umbrella, and in every rainy air, my sister will always hold the light blue umbrella, take her into the rain, and hold up a blue clear sky for her.

Prop up in her innocent and simple student days, prop up in her innocent and simple heart!

But now, where is the blue umbrella?

The rain rustled down outside the long corridor, and the heart lingered for a long time between the long distance and longing, floating in the shallow look and sigh, silently sharpening in the noisy soul, and slowly fading away in the worried eyes.

Your shadow is everywhere, and your heart is like a speck of dust, falling in the past and drifting into the future, and tears flow out of your eyes.

The wind swept by, and the tall sycamore outside the courtyard danced with the wind, shaking off the fallen leaves on the ground.

A leaf knows autumn, there is no leaf in her dream, so autumn comes unconscious, everything is like yesterday, the clear sunshine, the flowing stream, and the depth of the night constitute a world of emotions.

However, there was one thing she suddenly found that the stars were far away, and the eyes that blinked at her were infinitely ethereal. Oh, Autumn, it's near, how about you? But far away from her.

It was originally a season of high air and a bloody sunset, but suddenly it rained.

The drizzle is like silk, like smoke and fog, wetting the trees outside the courtyard, and also wetting the eyes of the rain, in such rain, she has also, inexplicably, wanted to shed tears, let the tears thin into the fine fallen leaves in the courtyard, and grow a sour dream scenery in the bottom of her heart.

However.

Su Qianqian smiled slightly, and gently flicked the rain on his hand.

In that crystal rain, she suddenly remembered what her sister had said to her before: remember to bring the shadow of the sun when recalling, so that you will feel warm and not sad.

If my sister knew what she was like now, she would definitely be worried.

Su Qianqian raised his chin slightly, looked at the empty space outside the courtyard wall of the quadrangle, and faintly saw that the west was gradually brightening, and the originally heavy rain clouds began to light up

After a light rain, it will be sunny! It's like waiting in line behind the night when it's still dawn!

Su Qianqian closed his eyes slightly, and the cool wind came to his face, mixed with a hint of coolness, which made people instantly refreshed.

It is the sorrow of the lonely autumn, the lovesickness of the distant sea, if someone asks her about her worries, hehe!

She doesn't have any worries for a while!

What's more, she has only been out to practice for two months, and now it is October, and she can go back in two and a half months.

She still wants it, Su Qianqian raised her eyebrows slightly, she still has a big task to complete.

How can you mourn like this?

At this moment, she is in the distant countryside, accompanied by the chanting of the autumn rain, reciting a poem of "Famous Banana Remembers":

"If you, if, have done it to me, have passed, have passed, sentence, sentence, sincerely, I will remember it when I wake up in the morning......"

"I don't run away in July, I look for you in the memorial, I look for you I loved, stand by station, shake your eyes, think of whom, I can't send you, I can't help my ticket, every one arrives, July 1st......" The crisp and melodious singing came again.

The corners of Su Qian's lips were slightly raised, and he stood quietly in the corner of the corridor, listening to the song he had never heard.

Listening and listening, I suddenly realized that she seemed to have made a mistake just now.

This voice is clearly the voice of the opponent Tong Tong!

She actually thought that it was the voice of the singer and messenger Uncle Wang!

Su Qian smiled slightly, turned his head to look at Uncle Wang in front of the hall on the right, and saw that he was still the same as just now, and continued to beat Grandma Zhao's shoulder while looking into the courtyard.

Sensing her gaze, the singer Uncle Wang glanced at her, smiled, turned his head again, and continued to look at the singing opponent Tong Tong in the courtyard.

Su Qianqian smiled slightly, and also looked at Tong Tong not far to the right.

This opponent, she watched!

"Good!" Cheers!

There was a sound in the courtyard, shaking the two poplars in the courtyard and shaking off a few leaves.

The corners of Su Qianqian's mouth twitched, followed the sound and looked at Tong Jun, who wanted to recognize his relatives, and saw the excitement on his face.

How satisfying this daddy should be!

Su Qianqian suddenly thought of his father.

My sister took the first place in the class, and my father just smiled faintly, yes, come on!

She took the first place in the class, and her father just touched her head, yes, just like my sister, come on!

She still remembers the Children's Day in the first grade, she excitedly pulled her sister to run home, she wanted to share with her father, she and her sister sang "Childhood" as a duet, and took a neighbor at the school meeting.

My sister smiled lightly, looked at her, and let her jump happily.

When she got home, she took the award certificate and looked left and right, looking for a place to paste the award certificate on the wall, and suddenly remembered something, ran to the living room, and ran to her sister's room to look and see.

"What are you looking for?" My sister smiled and looked up from her book.

"Where's your certificate?" Su Qianqian asked with a serious face, and then added, "I'm thinking about where to post the reward?" ”

"Just stick it in your room." My sister laughed and continued to look at the book in her hand.

"Where's your certificate?" Su Qianqian leaned over and smiled mischievously, "Don't tell me you don't, I don't believe it." ”

"Yes, in a drawer." My sister laughed and pointed to the largest drawer under the desk, "Oh no, it's in the bookcase." ”

Su Qianqian walked over with a puzzled face, pulled it away, and couldn't help but exclaim, a cabinet full of honorary certificates, medals and medals.

"Why are you here?" Su pointed to the honor of the cabinet in confusion, "Why don't you post it, or." ”

"Huh?" My sister looked at her, "Or what?" ”

"Or put it in the living room," Su Qianqian blinked his big sparkling eyes, "In this way, when someone comes to the house, they can see it." ”

"Huh." 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 his big sparkling eyes, looked at his sister again and again, turned his head and walked out, and pasted the award certificate to his room.

Later, when Dad came back, she pointed to the award certificate in her room, and Dad smiled and touched her head: "It's really good, shallow and quite good at singing, come on." ”

Su Qianqian smiled proudly, she felt the same way.

It's just that, later, she gradually learned to press honor into the cabinet, after all, that only represents the past, not the future.

Because, in later life, she suddenly began to understand that being too public, in fact, may not be a good thing.

When she was choosing a music committee member in the second grade, she relied on her good grades and won an award at the school meeting, and she willfully wanted to occupy the position of music committee member while serving as a member of the study committee.

The head teacher is a young female teacher, and she is allowed to hold two positions at a time, up to two.

And the final election result is that a girl who likes to sing sings with her on the spot, and she wins with many, accurate, and complete!

Later, she seemed to suddenly understand that it was wrong for a person to be too ostentatious and show off his past honors.

Later, she quietly removed the three awards on the wall and put them in the innermost part of the drawer.

After that, she put the last certificate away, closed the drawer, and when she walked out of the door, she saw her father standing outside the door, with a loving face.

Dad: "Shallow, honor only represents the past, you don't want to be bound by it, the same, winning or losing, it only proves that you still have room to grow, it does not mean that you are worse than anyone else!" Come on, you're the best! Like her sister, she is the most beloved daughter of her father and mother. ”

Later, she nodded heavily to her father, and a warm sense of happiness welled up in her heart!

"Look, Principal Li, I'm just good for my daughter."

Not far away, Uncle Tong Shuai's rather smug laughter came.

Su Qianqian smiled unconsciously, Tong Tong also had a father who loved her very much.

"Well, that's good." Principal Li's voice came with the wind, "Good singing." ”

Good singing! Su Qianqian nodded slightly, looked at the three people not far away, and just met the gaze of Principal Li.

"Come here, good granddaughter." Principal Li beckoned to Su Qianqian.

What are you doing there? How sad is it to listen to the rain alone?

Well? Su Qianqian blinked her eyes, Grandpa Li was calling her, could it be that she didn't recognize her relatives?

Ahem, in fact, it doesn't matter whether you recognize your relatives or not.

No matter how much this Tong Tong recognizes his relatives, he will not become her sister, and her sister is only Ouyang Fuqian.

And she, when she left here two years later, had nothing to do with this child.

For Grandpa Li, it is not a pleasure to have a good student and granddaughter who occasionally comes to Chenghuan's knees.

Thinking of this, Su Qian responded sweetly, raised his feet and walked over: "Here, grandpa." ”

The distance that was originally not a short distance suddenly became a lot closer, and it seemed that it was only a few steps away, and Su Qianqian walked in front of Sanrao.

"Come on, come on, hurry up, sit next to grandpa." Principal Li stretched out his hand, waved at Su Qianqian, and patted the stool next to him.

"Okay." Su Qian smiled sweetly, glanced at Uncle Tong Shuai who wanted to recognize his relatives opposite, and Tong Tong, who was the opponent, and sat on the stool beside Principal Li.

"Tong Tong, are you cold?" Su Qianqian looked at Tong Tong on the other side, "You sing so well." ”

She shouldn't be cold, such a thick coat!

Su Qianqian glanced Tong Tong up and down, and saw a hint of surprise suddenly sliding under Tong Tong's eyes.

Ahem, what do you mean? Do you think she's courting her?

She just wanted to have a stand-in when she was gone.

"I'm not cold." Tong Tong laughed, leaned over all of a sudden, and grabbed Su Qianqian's hand, "Look, my hand is warmer than yours." ”

Su Qianqian couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, looking at the hand holding him.

Who agreed to let her come? Who agreed to let her shake her hand?

This boy can't help but be a little bit, too much, too self-cooked.

As soon as she gave her a little smile, she thought of herself as Qiuyang?

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