"Counting the raindrops on the window and the rain, it's like having you, thinking that every piece of your past is the footprint of life, hoping that there will be rain and you."

The song continues, and the raindrops are flying in front of you, like a light and dancing elf, beautiful and agile that makes people's hearts palpitate.

Sit, silently.

Although the old dream of the light rain can be revisited, how can it brush away the loneliness and distant concern on the face?

In this sudden rain, in "There is a Girl" in the left ear and the tender "Listening to the Rain" in the right ear, Su Qianqian suddenly began to doubt himself, and somehow began to doubt himself.

Dad, a person, is often a supporter of Rao, but also a betrayer of himself. The story does not develop as expected, and she can only choose to be silent?

Perhaps, you can be more generous.

Out of the corner of his shallow eyes, Su glanced at the boy who was smiling and singing, and a slight coolness rose in his heart.

A beautiful girl with both parents and a little bit of talent, why would she come to compete with her, an orphan, for Grandpa Li's meager care?

Su Qianqian lowered his eyes slightly, his fingers touched the golden lock on the pale pink diary, and the slightly cool feeling instantly slid from his fingertips to his heart.

This pink diary was a gift from her sister on her birthday last year.

She has always kept it in her schoolbag like a baby, and she is reluctant to use it.

At the end of the summer vacation, she came here with a light suite, and all she brought with her was this pink diary.

My sister likes pale blue, she likes pink.

My sister knows that she likes pink, so everything she picks for her is pink, and the room is furnished in pink.

Actually, she doesn't like pink. Or maybe she doesn't know if her favorite is pink or not.

Just because, in the summer of the year she was five years old, she clearly remembered that it was the day before Children's Day.

She received a pink gift box with a pink group of princesses inside, and a light blue card with a line of delicate thin gold handwriting:

Dearest sister, do you like it? My gift to you! Sister: Ouyang Fuqian.

She grabbed the card, ran out of the house, looked left and right, never saw her sister's figure, looked down sadly and turned around, but suddenly bumped into a certain Rao, and when she looked up, her sister with two pigtails stood in front of her with a smile.

At that moment, she suddenly burst into tears, hugged Ouyang Fuqian and cried.

That year, she was five years old and her sister was six years old.

The summer of that year was the first summer she remembered.

She received a pink gift, a gift from her sister who had been present in her life.

In the summer she remembers, her sister Ouyang Fuqian told her that pink represents cuteness, sweetness and innocence, just like her.

Memories are wandering, and the curtains of the scenery in that distant time begin to quietly appear, unable to cover them, and lingering thoughts.

Su Qianqian blinked his eyes slightly, and a tear fell, dripping onto the hardcover notebook in front of him, pretending to raise his hand inadvertently to wipe it, the more he found it, the more he wiped it.

How to put the mood in an envelope, the wisps of meditation, the faint and faint music that seems to be there and not yet, how to write a throbbing language?

In such a wet and cold air, how can it avoid every drop of rain, pass through every sound wave, and make a faint noise? And how can it not be broken into a drop of crystal rain, not rise and fall with the wind, not fall in a dark corner, and not bury your head alone and disappear?

She didn't know.

She didn't know if it could still make some beautiful sounds, and if it could still leave some beautiful imprints?

The world shrouded in rain and fog, a blurry trance, contains a sense of sadness everywhere, and the sycamores outside the courtyard sway in the wind and drop leaves.

There was a wisp of sound that was both real and illusory, like a wisp of sound from afar, and the lingering whistling groan, dragged through the dense falling raindrops, and fell on her ears:

"Every time I am strong in wandering and lonely, every time I am very hurt, I don't shed tears, I know that I have always had a pair of invisible wings that take me through despair, not thinking about them having a beautiful sun......"

Tears drooped down like drops of rain on her cheeks, the hem of her robe, and the pink notebook of the golden lock she touched.

She closed her eyes slightly, as if she couldn't hear anything.

"There is a girl, she is a little willful, she is still a little arrogant, there is a girl, she is a little rebellious, she is a little crazy, nothing to quarrel, anyway, awake is awake, nothing to lie, idle anyway, idle."

Tong Tong's crisp voice sounded beside him, as well as Uncle Tong Shuai's hehey smirk, and Grandpa Li's hearty fake laughter.

Su Qianqian blinked slightly, opened his eyes, and sighed lightly in his heart.

Once, she sang that song so happily, singing and dancing at the same time, and looking at the smile on her sister's face in the audience, she danced even happier.

It's just that Su Qianqian smiled slightly, raised his hand and wiped the corners of his eyes, summer has gone far, and autumn has arrived.

"There's a girl, she's a little willful, she's a little arrogant, there's a girl, she's a little rebellious, she's a little crazy, oh, which girl, ha, I'm this girl."

Su Qianqian raised his hand and touched the tip of his nose lightly, and the moment he lowered his head, he suddenly found that there was an extra hand on his right shoulder, and the green tendons on that hand were extremely obvious.

When did Grandpa Lee put his hand on her shoulder?

She, how could she not know?

Out of the corner of her eyes, Su Qianqian glanced at the hand on her shoulder again, pretended to comb her hair, and quickly wiped the corners of her eyes.

She didn't want Grandpa Li to see her tears.

"The whole hee-hee-ha-ha, when I encounter the wind, the waves rise, and I have been confused, and the catastrophe has been broken together, and the mountains and rivers have dared to love and hate, and I have been vigorous and desperate to love, I am this girl."

After singing the song, Tong Tong laughed softly and paused for three or four seconds: "I'm done singing." ”

"Well, that's good." A voice came, accompanied by a "hey" laugh.

Without looking back, Su Qianqian knew that the voice was the voice of Uncle Tong Shuai, who was originally sitting diagonally opposite and wanted to recognize his relatives.

Daughter, it's better to be yourself!

Su Qianqian raised his eyebrows slightly, blinked his eyes, and raised his eyes to look at the gray sky above the courtyard.

"Hahaha. It's a good song, a very naughty and cheerful song. Principal Li laughed loudly and gently patted Su Qianqian's right shoulder, "This girl is a little interesting." ”

Well? Which girl?

Su Qianqian, who raised his chin slightly and looked into the air, was stunned for a moment, is it the girl in the lyrics?

Or, in her?

Out of the corner of her shallow eyes, Su glanced at the hand on her shoulder again, blinked slightly, and did not look back or make a sound.

"Well, yes, this girl is cute, naughty, and kind."

Tong Tong's crisp voice came.

It turned out that they were talking about the girl! Su Qianqian smiled slightly, yes!

Tong Tong has to make sense!

That girl is a little bold, a little willful, and very smart, always creating accidents but bringing surprises by the way! Live a very chic, very spontaneous, and also worth looking forward to!

"Oh." Principal Li replied and gently patted Su Qianqian's shoulder, "I also think this girl is good." However, I still think I'm a good girl. ”

Well? Su Qianqian was stunned, is Grandpa Li in her?

What does it mean to pat her on the shoulder left and right, and again and again?

Su shallow held his breath and listened, and for a while, he was silent.

Even Uncle Wang, who was singing not far away, suddenly stopped singing, and a black slimy back of his head was facing her, not knowing what he was doing with Grandma Zhao.

Quiet and speechless.

There is only the sound of wind and rain.

The wind after the light rain is slightly cool, with a hint of coolness shaking a few raindrops, dripping at the feet within reach, shaking out the silence of autumn, silently, no need to hide.

Suddenly, the poems they just wrote came, and the sycamore was even more drizzle, and at dusk, bit by bit, how could they be sad this time.

Worry about? Autumn thoughts? Since ancient times, people have always said goodbye to the autumn, crying into a camel.

A cool rain came with the wind swirling in his face, Su Qianqian frowned slightly, and raised his eyes.

The drizzle is like silk, filled with the coolness of autumn and the silence of autumn.

An autumn rain is showing that summer has gone far and autumn has arrived.

I can't help but sigh a little, looking at it all over my eyes, the flowers and faces have gone, and I am full of sorrow written in Tang and Song poems.

Su Qianqian gently touched the cool golden lock, remembering Grandpa Li's talk not long ago, autumn is actually a kind of beginning, a beginning in a higher sense, and autumn is also a kind of departure.

This autumn scene, beautiful or sad, is not in the autumn itself, but in the eyes of the autumn people.

"What do you think?" Grandpa Li gently patted Su Qianqian's shoulder.

Well? Su Qianqian was slightly stunned, and glanced at the hand with obvious green muscles on his shoulder.

He sniffed slightly, pursed the corners of his mouth, tried to squeeze out a smile, and then, turned around, looked at Grandpa Li, and gently spit out two words: "Look at the rain." ”

Well? Watching the rain?

Principal Li's eyebrows raised slightly, and he looked over the top of Su Qianqian's head towards the empty space above the courtyard, and then turned his head back and adjusted his gaze to look at Su Qianqian.

This girl is teasing him again.

I told him to listen to the rain before, and now I tell him to watch the rain.

What will happen in a while?

Is it really when his old man is so dizzy?

He could clearly see that she was thinking about things.

It's just that he doesn't know what she's thinking.

Principal Li raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at the sweet smile on Su Qianqian's face, and squeezed out a big smile, and said softly: This rain is still good, it is worth seeing.

Well?

Worth a look?

Su Qianqian's eyes opened slightly when he heard this, and he looked at Grandpa Li, hehe.

What message was he going to send to her?

Su Qianqian looked at Grandpa Li and laughed, and out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the eyes of Tong Tong who was nearby, and the eyes of Uncle Tong Shuai who was diagonally opposite not far away.

What just happened?

Su Qianqian blinked her big sparkling eyes, a moment of listening to the song and recalling, did she miss a lot again?

There was a wind blowing, and there was a burst of coolness from the crack in the hidden door, Su Qianqian couldn't help but shake his head, slightly chilled.

Well? Principal Li's eyes flickered momentarily when he looked at Su Qianqian, and he gently patted Su Qianqian's shoulder, and after a moment, he turned his head to look at Tong Jun diagonally opposite.

Well? Tong Jun, who was diagonally opposite, looked over and did not hide the surprise on his face, what?

Principal Li squinted at the door next to him.

"Oh." Tong Jun, who was diagonally opposite, instantly understood, smiled wryly, stood up, walked to the door, closed the door in his heart, and walked back to the stool, "Is it cold?" ”

Isn't this nonsense?

Principal Li glanced at Tong Jun diagonally opposite, turned his head again, smiled at Su lightly, and asked softly, "Is it cold?" ”

Ahem, is it cold?

Su Qianqian blinked, his fingers slid over the slightly cool golden lock, glanced left and right at the three in front of him, and then fixed his gaze on Principal Li's body, "It's not cold." ”

Actually, it's not cold, it's just a little cool.

Compared to the cool breeze blowing on my body, I feel even colder when my heart is cold!

Su Qian looked at Principal Li steadily, as long as you insist on not recognizing your granddaughter, she will definitely not feel cold!

Be sure to stand firm!

Su Qianqian slightly grasped the slightly cool golden lock, and the smooth and slightly cool feeling instantly slid to the bottom of his heart.

"Oh," Principal Li replied, leaning slightly to the side and looking not far away, "Why don't you go back to the house and get some clothes?" ”

Yes? Su Qianqian was slightly stunned, blinked his big sparkling eyes, glanced at the other two people in front of him, and nodded with a smile.

It's good.

Out of sight, out of mind.

She had to go back to her room and read the letter from her sister again.

In this Liujia Village, which is 300 kilometers away from Jingyun, the only thing she thinks about her sister is this pink diary with a lock and the pink letterhead she just received today.

Su Qianqian nodded, stood up, and walked to the courtyard with the pink diary.

When she took the first step, she suddenly heard the voice of Uncle Tong Jun diagonally opposite.

"Tongtong, if you are idle, you will be idle, sing another song and listen to it."

Well? Su Qianqian's feet were paused, and he was idle?

Dare to ask this pair of father and daughter who want to recognize their relatives to come to Uncle Wang to sing a song?

That's a lot of inches!

Su Qianqian turned his head and glanced at Tong Jun and Tong Tong lightly, and then turned around and left.

That's fine. It's a big deal, after they leave, she and Grandpa Li will discuss the principles of SMART.

It's a long time coming.

Su Qianqian looked at Uncle Wang, a quiet singer and messenger not far away, where was this person.

Su Qianqian raised his feet and walked along the bluestone slab road towards the hall house of more than ten meters.

When she raised her foot and took the third step, she heard Tong Tong's crisp voice coming from behind her.

"Okay, then, I'll sing an inspirational song."

"Okay." Someone immediately responded, with two "hehe" giggles.

Hehe, Su Qianqian raised his eyebrows slightly, this voice is a little familiar, it is the voice of Uncle Tong Jun diagonally opposite.

Dear Daddy!

When the "school" walked out of the fifth step, she heard Grandpa Li's voice, "Sing and listen, let's wait for my granddaughter to come back." ”

"Okay." Tong Tong's very crisp voice came, and the familiar singing voice came:

"Every time, I am strong in wandering and loneliness, every time, even if I am very hurt, I don't shed tears, I know, I have always had a pair of invisible wings to take me to fly through despair......"

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