Is there a song that reminds me of you?

Su Qianqian couldn't help but smile, gently pushed open the door of the back room, changed into a thick pink coat, and walked out the door.

I just heard the voice of the singer and messenger Uncle Wang.

"How so?" Uncle Wang, the singer and messenger, looked unconvinced, "I can obviously sing a lot of songs, and I have just finished singing several songs." ”

Well, it's all over?! Su Qianqian raised his eyebrows slightly, obviously it's all over!

"Are you singing? Clearly, it is. Grandma Zhao said unceremoniously, "The right side is a little heavier." ”

"Where am I? Teacher Zhao, don't bring such a burying Rao. Uncle Wang, the messenger of the song, moved a little to the right, turned his head, and saw Su Qianqian, who was standing two meters away, "Make, they all think that I sing well, and you want to learn to sing with me." ”

"Learn from you?" Grandma Zhao laughed, "Instead of learning from you, it's better to learn from Lao Li, although the two of you are half a catty and eight taels, but Lao Li is a little more positive than your five tones." ”

"Flutter", Su Qianqian laughed.

"Ahem, teacher." Uncle Wang, the singer and messenger, glanced at Su Qianqian and smiled dryly, "Teacher, I'm no worse than Principal Li." ”

"Half a pound and eight taels." Grandma Zhao laughed and tilted her head slightly, "Shallow, if you want to learn music and go directly to grandma, don't learn from your Uncle Wang and your grandfather, these two people don't have the ability to teach singing." ”

Singer and Messenger Uncle Wang: "......"

Hehe. Su Qian smiled sweetly and walked over to Grandma Zhao: "Okay, I'll listen to grandma." ”

"Okay." Grandma Zhao nodded slightly, raised her hand and patted the right shoulder: "Right, a little heavier." ”

Uncle Wang, the singer and messenger, silently increased the weight on his hands.

Su Qianqian smiled, the warm picture she thought was like this!

I couldn't help but look over Grandma Zhao's head and look at Grandpa Li not far away.

Compared with Grandma Zhao's outspokenness, Grandpa Li is quite good to her!

"Grandma, let's talk, I'll go find grandpa." Su Qianqian glanced at Grandma Zhao, who was enjoying with her eyes closed, and then glanced at Uncle Wang, a singer and messenger who was silently working as a coolie, and smiled sweetly, "I won't disturb you." ”

"Well, go ahead." Grandma Zhao shook her head slightly, raised her eyes and glanced at Su Qianqian, "I want to wear thicker, a layer of autumn rain and a layer of cold." ”

"Hmm." Su Qianqian answered, raised his feet and walked towards the door.

Behind him, the singer and messenger Uncle Wang's voice came: "Make, will you finish listening to a song before leaving?" ”

Well? Listening to songs?

Su Qianqian paused, looked at the singer and messenger Uncle Wang, and blinked his big sparkling eyes: "What song?" ”

Uncle is trying his best to save face!

Then she, cough cough, look at the mood, no, look at the title of the song, and then decide to go or stay.

"Hey, hey." Singer and messenger Uncle Wang laughed, "Of course, it's my best swan song." ”

A swan song?

Su Qianqian raised his eyebrows slightly, glanced at the singer Uncle Wang, glanced at Grandma Zhao who was enjoying massage, and laughed: "Is there a song that reminds you of me?" ”

Uncle Wang, the singer and messenger, laughed, revealing a mouthful of white teeth: "Hmm. ”

"Yes," Grandma Zhao's voice also came, "and he can handle the song like that." ”

Su Qianqian couldn't help laughing: "Uncle Wang is so powerful." ”

There's one song that's already good!

It was much better than she had imagined.

"Ahem," the singer and messenger Uncle Wang coughed slightly twice and cleared his throat, "There's a good one, I'm going to sing it." ”

Grandma Zhao was silent.

Su Qian smiled sweetly: "Okay." ”

Uncle Wang, the singer and messenger, winked at her, shook his head slightly from side to side, and began to hum:

"The lights go out, the moon is lonely, looking at who is lonely, sleepless, that familiar song comes from afar, why are those hearts so weak, I haven't seen you for a long time, are you okay now?"

Well? Su Qianqian's eyes widened slightly, and he looked at the singer and messenger Uncle Wang.

This song is sung, good!

Suddenly, it was as if he had changed, the pure voice, the slightly magnetic voice, and, that tone, which had been in tune.

It turns out that Uncle Wang is really only suitable for singing love songs!

This song is so good.

Looking at the intoxicated expression on the singer and messenger Uncle Wang, Su Qianqian suddenly realized that in fact, Uncle Wang was also quite cute.

"Have you ever been, you don't want to be alone, we all live in this city, but why didn't we meet again, but only rubbed shoulders with strangers, is there such a song that will make you gently follow and pull us to remember the past together, it won't be silent......"

Is there a song that will make you follow along softly?

Listening to the melodious voice, Su Qianqian leaned towards the door and looked up outside, where a meager smoke-like floating cloud quietly swept across the gray sky.

Suddenly, she also wanted to know, is there a song that reminds her sister of her?

Is there a song that reminds someone of her? Or, who would she think of in that song?

When a person spends his time quietly in this distant country, away from the hustle and bustle, away from blessings, something special will emerge in life.

Choosing to reminisce, about the memories of being ten years old, a song suddenly reminded her, who does she remember in the years she has passed?

When we all talk about it, we will sing the sea to you.

I'm afraid that at that time, you won't remember the lyrics.

Then I write it in the palm of my hand, and when I can't remember, I spread it out and read it. You're like that.

She listened to the song "The Sea" and smiled, that doesn't work, that counts as cheating.

The first-grade tablemate is a girl who likes music, and under the influence of her ears and eyes, Su Qianqian, who has always been low-key and only likes to sing "Childhood", finally liked a song, Zhang Yusheng's "The Sea".

There's no reason to like that quiet song in her stack of music.

It was the first song she loved, and it was one of her favorites, and it hasn't changed since.

I wonder if in a few years, the table mates will sing the song they like "The Sea" with the lyrics written in the palm of their hands like they did many years ago?

Perhaps, later, at some point, they passed by without recognizing each other, who knows? Years from now, who knows?

In the second grade, the class was divided, and she was not in the same class as the tablemate.

Su Qianqian looked at the gray sky and lowered his eyes.

There was a wind blowing by, rushing in the face, and carrying a burst of coolness.

Along with the cool breeze came the singing voice of the singer and messenger Uncle Wang:

"Is there such a song that will make you remember me in your heart, make you happy and make you worry about such a me, do you remember the truest dream now?"

That winter, she suddenly fell in love with Su Huilun's voice, that gentle and beautiful woman, and deeply moved her with her slightly sad and palpitating voice.

Quietly recalling, as I wrote the lyrics of that song, a figure flashed over.

Can I sit here?

Su Qianqian raised her head and looked at the figure, and a girl with long braids stood in front of her desk with a smile.

Yes.

Su Qianqian replied, moved to the window, and vacated the seat.

Writing a letter? The girl glanced at it, and the pink letter in front of Su Qianqian laughed.

No. Su smiled slightly, recalling the lyrics.

Oh? The girl came over, and ah!

What's wrong? Su Qianqian looked at the girl.

I can sing this song. The girl with the long braids laughed.

Su Qianqian put down the pen in his hand, looked at the girl with long braids and laughed, then you sing and listen.

Okay. The girl snorted softly:

There is no time for the hardships of rain, you and I have the difference between you and me, who can continue to hide the heartache, who doesn't want to stay away from the panic after the wind and rain, find tolerance, and have a reason for you and me to have a last resort

Su Qianqian still remembers the first time they met, Yan Jing sat beside her in a white dress, and gently hummed the song "Crying Empty" that she suddenly liked.

The gentle and gentle singing, when the early autumn came, in the bright autumn sun, let her see the lyrics that had been forgotten in the corner and never finished, dancing in the flying leaves, bringing her deep feelings.

flipped out the song, only to find that there had been no news of Yan Jing for a long time, just like the rainbow that crossed after the rain......

Autumn is here again, and the same slightly cool autumn.

Empty, raining, long, long, like a thousand miles of white curtain connecting her once and now, and remembered Yan Jing, who had not seen her for a long time, and remembered the song I heard when I met her in the autumn of that year:

There is no reason to be free, you and I have an excuse that you and I have to say, who can repeatedly say insincerely, who can wait aimlessly?

Su shook his head shallowly, looked at the more and more stagnant water under the steps in front of the eaves, and blinked slightly.

I don't know, Yan Jing, what are you doing now?

Coming willfully and in a bit of a hurry, forgetting to tell her, will she also look for her in the school at the beginning of the fourth grade?

"The same cold rain is falling in the sky, falling in the same world, yesterday is getting more and more distant, is there such a song that will let you gently follow and pull us to pass together, and sing the theme song together with the ups and downs of our lives......"

Su Qianqian was stunned and looked at Uncle Wang, who continued to sing.

It so coincidentally that it's also raining in this song.

There was also a memory of rain in her memory.

Turning his head to look outside, the rain and fog were thick, enveloping the courtyard deeply.

Suddenly, I wanted to hold an umbrella to cover a clear sky and take a look at the dusty face in the lotus mirror.

In July, T-shirts and denim become the season of summer street dominance.

Gu Nian, Su Qianqian, you will be my best friend this year, happy birthday, every blessing for you!

Su Qianqian began to laugh, and when he laughed, he suddenly heard Xue Lingyun's voice on the side.

Her father once said to her: The best happiness is to remember a person, the best happiness is to have someone to care about, the best hard work is to let others recognize your efforts, and the best friend is to never forget to bless each other.

Su Qianqian knew very well that in the summer of that year, there had just been a rain in the sky.

The fragrance in summer, the green shade of the green onions, and all the emotions in summer are so quiet and elegant. That emotion is in line with her countless feelings about summer white that year and later, that is a tranquility and lightness.

The shadow of summer is emaciated, and autumn cruelly forces us to hand over all our enthusiasm, and the friendship of the four Rao is dancing in its unique posture in the falling leaves, in the increasingly thick night, with its unique posture to dance a different kind of feeling called moving.

Gradually began to get used to it, the four of them appeared at the same time, used to their occasional voice, occasional humming, occasionally to her, to be happy, to learn, laugh!

Autumn, winter, spring, and summer. In the blink of an eye, summer has gone away, autumn has arrived, and after autumn it will be winter again.

When the next summer comes, will she still have that white love that is exclusive to summer?

Will there be their shadows in the white space-time? Will there be her happy laughter, will there be the same sentence: learn to laugh, every little bit of happiness.

Who will remember whom? Who will bless whom? Memories flowed like music all around, and the silent water swayed a deep smile, like a flower blooming on her lips, confessing her silent feelings for the past.

Su Qianqian began to laugh, smiling and imagining his partner who was three hundred kilometers away, was his expression also smiling at the moment?

She always thinks of that spring, the season that makes people feel warm when they think of it, she always thinks of the warm afternoon sun, warm but not dazzling, just like the footprints left on the beach in summer, and the attachment is still clear.

She will always remember that sentence: The memory that follows you is too heavy, and the diary that presses you is too thick, you refuse to speak, who will understand?

May I? It is not necessary to export, some things cannot be exported, and once they are exported, they are tasteless.

Natural and casual, a greeting, a smile, a word of blessing, each other's heart-to-heart, not how important, but not unimportant, just like air and water, invisible, but nourishing life.

That faint and unclear feeling is like tasting a cup of fragrant tea. Color, light, fragrant, light, tasteful, astringent.

Not particularly affectionate, not particularly distant, the feelings are never too intense, but the aftertaste can be extended for a long, long time.

In the spring of that year, she suddenly liked to write some mood essays, and carefully scribbled them on the pink diary one by one.

A few friends quietly came over from behind and asked her if she could take a look.

After reading it, Yan Jing: Warm people, warm people's hearts, warm people's hearts, those memories in people's hearts.

Thinking of that line of words, she began to laugh, began to smile shallowly, and smiled and remembered the spring in her memory, the spring at that time, the empty tile was blue, the blue was transparent, the blue was dazzling, and the blue was moving.

"On July 1st, I have to buy a ticket every year to take refuge in my memories ......"

There was a singing voice, interrupting Su Qianqian's memories.

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