I start in autumn!

After many years, Su Qianqian still remembers that golden October clearly.

In those Octobers, Grandpa Li carried her all the way forward, along the straight field road, all the way forward, as if as long as they kept walking like this, they could reach their destination......

Write another one?

Su Qianqian glanced at the middle of the bookshelf.

The thick line of letterhead, waiting there quietly, the wind blowing, slightly lifting two or three pages, as if beckoning to her: come, take us away.

Su Qianqian chuckled, and glanced at Grandma Wang, who was looking down at the newspaper on the left side of the bookstall, hehe!

If she proposed to write another letter, would she be thrown by Grandma Wang with a cold white eye: unreliable!

Why don't you give it a try?

Su Qianqian opened his mouth shallowly, and before he could speak, he heard Grandpa Li's voice floating over his head.

"Okay, Lao Wang, you take your time in the sun, we're leaving."

Yes? Let's go?

Su Qianqian was stunned, blinked her eyes, withdrew her gaze, and saw Grandpa Li gently patting her right shoulder, and then firmly placed it on the handlebar in front of her.

Looks like you're really leaving?!

Su Qianqian turned his head to meet Principal Li's kind smiling face.

"Shallow, sit down, it's time to go."

"Hmm." Su Qianqian responded, put his right hand on the handlebar in front of him, and glanced at Grandma Wang again.

Hey! People are still reading the newspaper, and they haven't collected the eyewaves she sent!

All right.

In fact, it's the same when I go home and ask Grandpa Li for a while.

Thinking like that, Su Qianqian withdrew his gaze and looked towards the road ahead.

The road ahead stretched straight ahead in the sunlight until it went up. The poplars on both sides of the road rustle faintly in the autumn wind.

I suddenly remembered the sentence in "In Praise of the Poplar": "It has no swaying posture, no bending and circling branches, maybe you want it not to be beautiful—if beauty refers specifically to "swaying" or "slanting" and the like, then the poplar tree is not a good woman in the tree." ”

Grandpa Li leaned forward in surprise and stopped to pedal: "Shallow, this article, will you memorize?" ”

"No, it won't." Su Qian smiled sweetly, glanced at Grandma Wang, who was looking at the newspaper in front of the bookshelf, turned her head sideways, and said in a voice, "When my sister was carrying it, I heard a few words. ”

"Oh." Grandpa Li nodded and said loudly, "I see." ”

"Ahem," the old lady with gorgeous hair coughed heavily, raised her head, and glanced at Su Qian, "Where are you two guys?" ”

"It's nothing." Su Qianqian turned his head, glanced at the old lady, and then looked at Principal Li.

They looked at each other, exchanged glances, smiled, and looked away.

This is a secret between the two of them, not to tell Grandma Wang.

"Nothing." Principal Li smiled, raised his right hand and waved at the old lady with gorgeous hair, "Let's go, you are old, just continue to enjoy this autumn sun, and when it is noon, remember to turn around, don't look at the flowers." ”

"Hee-hee-hee." Su Qianqian couldn't help laughing and looked at the old grandmother.

"Stop." The old lady pursed her lips, put down the newspaper in her hand, and looked at Su Qianqian, "Girl, come here." ”

What? Girl?

The smile on Su Qianqian's face froze for a moment, and then, he laughed again, turned his head to look at Grandpa Li behind him, and muttered, "Grandpa, go quickly." ”

"Okay." Principal Li replied loudly, and then admonished, "Sit down." ”

With a hard step, the car drove away.

"Hee-hee-hee." Su Qianqian laughed, and at the moment when the car drove out, he waved his hand to the old lady who looked in front of the bookshelf, "Goodbye, grandma, I'll come to you next time to send a letter." ”

Mrs. Wang, who was full of gorgeous hair, raised her wrinkled eyelids slightly, picked up the newspaper again, and continued to read the newspaper.

"Hee-hee-hee." Su's shallow laughter and the subtle rustle of the wind through the poplar trees spilled over the place where the bicycle passed.

"Sit down." Principal Li reminded with a smile.

"Hmm." Su Qianqian responded, put his right hand on the handlebar, and saw Grandpa Li's hand holding the handlebar: there were green tendons on his hands protruding slightly.

It is unusually bright in the early morning sun.

The hands were grasping the direction of their progress, and suddenly remembered a sentence that they had seen somewhere: half of their fate is in their own hands.

And what about her? She wants to use her meager strength to grasp her own direction, and by the way, she helps the ghost Liu Ruixuan walk to her sister's side.

Su Qianqian smiled slightly, looked up and looked ahead,

A few dots of lush green aspen were surrounded by a faint cloud of smoke, and the straight gravel path stretched out and disappeared from the end of sight. In the distance, the sky was dyed blue, and she held her breath.

The sun was surprisingly good, the already clear sky, a few faint clouds floated over, and became more and more transparent under the sunlight, carried by the wind blowing in the distance, and fell on her line of sight when she looked up.

At that moment, I suddenly felt the sigh of many years ago, and a trace of warm joy welled up in my heart.

Four years ago, in the late summer and early autumn, the same sunny day, my sister brought new hope and started a new journey, and now, four years later, she also wants to bring another piece of hope to the people around her.

I let go of my right hand holding the handlebar, lifted it slightly, and took a handful of sunshine in the palm of my hand to warm all the memories.

Forget who listened, and remember with the sun, it will make you forget the rain and loneliness that you have left in your memory.

And she, in all her memories, has never been rainy or lonely.

In her memory, there has always been a blue emptiness, and she still remembers the emptiness at that time, the blue and the blue, the blue is transparent, the blue is dazzling, the blue is moving, the sun at that time is very warm, very warm.

Watching the sunlight slip overhead, watching them gently and slowly slip between his fingers, watching time pass away little by little, leaving fine light and shadow among the green trees and green grass, and leaving traces of gliding on the straight and endless road, Su Qianqian stretched out his hand and wanted to take a handful of sunshine.

I remember the sigh after three years of time, but when she stretched out her hands, she didn't hold the sun, but accidentally caught a petal, a petal that was blown off by the wind and wanted to wither.

"Shallow."

Principal Lee was calling to her softly.

"Hmm." Su Qianqian replied and came back to his senses.

"Do you prefer autumn or spring?" Principal Li's voice came from overhead.

"I like it," Su Qianqian was stunned for a moment, looking at the unexpected petal in his hand, "I like spring." ”

"Why?" Principal Li smiled.

"Because spring is the season of sowing." Su Qianqian shook the petals in his hand, "You can sow the seeds of hope." ”

"Oh." Principal Li replied and laughed.

"What about you, Grandpa Li?" Su Qianqian looked around and had already driven out of the market town.

In the fields of October, the rice fields are golden, the ears of rice are singing and chanting in the wind, and the scarecrow begins to "grow", walking in the rice fields as if placed between the earth and nature, and the wind blows the fragrance of rice and clothes.

"I like autumn the most." Principal Li's voice came.

"Oh, is it because autumn is also the harvest season?" Su Qianqian turned his head sideways and looked at Principal Li behind him.

"Sit down." Principal Li glanced down at Su Qianqian in front of him, and then looked up at the road ahead, "Autumn is not just the harvest season, it is the beginning of a higher sense, a new departure. ”

Su Qianqian turned his head thoughtfully and repeated it in his heart.

Suddenly remembered that the content of the letter they had just sent came, and I couldn't help but feel happy.

Yes, who, autumn is just the harvest season?

Isn't autumn a starting point for renewal? Autumn is not a new departure!

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