"Tick, tick."

Rainwater drips from the eaves.

Su Qianqian turned his head slightly and looked at the rain in front of the eaves.

Suddenly remembered that familiar song:

Tick tick ......tick tick

"School" Principal Li's voice came again, and he shook the list in his hand towards Tong Shuai diagonally opposite, "I've seen the list." ”

"Really?" Tong Shuai, who was sitting diagonally opposite, wiped his face, laughed twice, took it, and put it in the pocket of his jacket, "I didn't lie to you, did I?" ”

Su Qianqian smiled slightly.

Uncle Tong Shuai, is this three hundred silver-free?

"Hmm." Principal Li snorted, "It's honest." ”

"Hey, hey." Tong Shuai, who was sitting diagonally opposite, smiled, glanced at Tong Tong, and then looked at Principal Li, "What do you think about Tong Tong going to school?" ”

Ahem, the fallen leaves swirling in Su Qianqian's hand paused, and he really asked.

What do you think, Principal Li?

Actually, she wanted to know, too.

"I'll see." Principal Li's voice suddenly paused, glanced left and right, and finally put his eyes on Tong Tong on the opposite side, and laughed, "Tong Tong, what do you think?" ”

Well? What does Tong Tong think? Grandpa Li is really caring!

Su Qianqian couldn't help laughing, and continued to turn the withered yellow leaf in his hand.

She almost forgot that Grandpa Li also has a special skill that he is good at: professional football!

This is a skill she has learned. Although, worse than her zero.

A drop of rain slipped onto the surface of the leaf, looking at the crystal raindrop, Su Qianqian shook his hand gently, and the crystal drop instantly slipped off the leaf surface, fell into the stagnant water on the ground, and disappeared in an instant.

Suddenly I remembered a sentence: time passes like a stream, and memories disappear in time, like water falling into water.

Suddenly, she began to understand what she meant.

She remembers being puzzled when she heard this.

Memories disappear in time? Teacher: Isn't time the best placebo?

So the memories that disappear in time are meant to be forgotten? So why did the water fall into the water again?

Memory and time are not the same. Water and water, on the other hand, are the same.

She was puzzled and wanted to ask.

However, seeing her sister's face looking out of the window, a little quiet, she swallowed back and wanted to ask something out.

She was thinking, what would my sister do at the time of those words.

By that time, my sister had already returned home from the hospital.

At that time, my father had already gone through the procedures for my sister to take a leave of absence.

At that time, my mother would rush back every noon to cook.

At that time, she would rush home from school every noon.

It's just that when I got home, I found that my sister was sitting in front of the bay window by the window reading a book, and she was fascinated, and the sun was shining through the thick shadows of the trees, spilling the warmth of a room through the window glass.

The sun was draped on her sister's body, and her whole person seemed to be wrapped in a dense halo.

She didn't dare to approach, she didn't want to approach, she didn't dare to make a sound, she 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, beauty became a picture, no, it was beauty that 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? Foliage? Or sunshine?

Su Qianqian, who was leaning in front of the door, also looked out the window with her sister's gaze.

It seemed like a second, and it seemed like a long time, when my sister suddenly turned around, looked at her, smiled, and beckoned to her: "You're back?" Come, sit down for a while. ”

"Hmm." Su Qianqian replied and walked over, "Mom is still cooking." ”

"yes." My sister laughed and gave her a splinter haircut on her forehead, "It's a little early to come back today." ”

"Yes?" Su Qianqian's face flushed slightly, "It's about the same as usual." ”

Can you see my sister three minutes earlier? Su Qianqian blinked and looked at her sister.

The sister smiled and raised her hand to wipe her face: "You only blush after running." ”

"Huh?" Su Qian was stunned for a moment, and reached out to wipe his face.

This unproductive face.

She had obviously stopped when she was still two hundred years away from home, but she was afraid that her sister would see it and still be discovered.

"Why don't you go and look in the mirror?" My sister laughed, "Actually, it's good to run once in a while." ”

"Hee-hee." Su Qianqian laughed, "This has been discovered." ”

The elder sister laughed slightly, revealing two seemingly absent pear vortices, and raised her hand to point out the window.

Well? Su Qianqian looked out the window.

Ahem, she had forgotten that she could see the scenery outside from here.

At a glance, I guess I was discovered by my sister when I came over just now.

"Running is also divided into time periods, morning and evening, but you can't run before and after meals." My sister chuckled.

"Oh." Su Qianqian suddenly snorted, "I know." ”

She was actually, just worried, oh no, just wanted to get 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, and she also wants to come back to accompany her sister.

The situation of being alone in the room reading a book, she still feels sour when she gets up.

For as long as she can remember, she knew that her sister would come to visit her every week, and her aunt and uncle would come to visit at the end of every month.

She would start on Monday and stay until the weekend.

But she doesn't have the concept of Mondays and weekends.

She went to ask the dean what was the weekend, why it could be a weekend, why couldn't it be a weekend?

The dean smiled at her, why did she ask like that.

She, that sister, can't come to see her on weekends. She wondered what it was the weekend.

The dean laughed, laughed and took her into his arms, touched her hair, and told her: Seven, there are seven in a week. From Monday to Friday, the sixth and seventh are weekends.

Su Qianqian raised his head and looked at the dean with a confused expression, how many are seven?

The dean was slightly stunned, laughed, pointed to the colored stones in front of her, and taught her to count them one by one.

Later, at the age of three and a half, she took seven stones and placed them on the bedside.

One put one.

Because of the dean, when she was put in the sixth, her sister came to see her.

She was afraid that when she woke up, she would forget what day of the week it was.

And he put the stone at the head of the bed.

The stones gradually filled up, just like her growing hope.

She still remembers the mood at that time, lonely and lonely, hoping that someone would accompany her.

Su Qianqian pursed her lips slightly, sat down beside her sister, leaned her head on her sister's shoulder, and said softly: "I just want to come back to accompany you as soon as possible." ”

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