Raindrops slip down from the eaves, like memories slipping through your mind.

Grateful for the slightest concern, the mood gracefully into a poem, bound on the plain paper of the years, to be opened in the future, grateful for its fragrance and the warmth that it seems to feel.

Singing in the passing years, the years are quiet.

After the wind passes through the flowers, it is safe and sound, and in the slow time, it has a curtain of wind.

Su Qianqian turned his head, and between the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, an infinite smile appeared, and he gently spit out two words: "Listen to the rain." ”

Listen to the rain? Is bullying him old and dizzy?

He obviously saw that she was thinking about things, and he was so engrossed that he didn't even pay attention to shouting twice, and actually told him that he was listening to the rain?!

Principal Li blinked slightly, and out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the father and daughter on the left, could it be that their existence affected the shallow mood?

Is this kid sensitive again?

He obviously rejected Tong Shuai's father and daughter!

Principal Li raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at Su Qianqian, opened his mouth, and before he could speak, he heard a not very pleasant singing voice coming over:

"Why do you keep aiming, do you want to fight boxing, Tai Chi, Wing Chun, you pick whatever you want, you still keep laughing, my heart teeth are broken, I want to put down my schoolbag and let the fire burn."

Hehe, what is this singing?

Principal Li frowned slightly, looked over the top of Su Qianqian's head towards the door of the hall, twitched the corners of his mouth, secretly clenched his fists, and glanced at the father and daughter on the left out of the corner of his eye.

What the hell did they want to talk to him?

Or are you here to talk nonsense?

Ahem, both of these meanings are actually the same,

"Who justice will be late, only bad people have a good life, you don't want to escape, I will chase Ya and the cape, I will split with one palm, follow me to the adventure, the dream that can't be closed, is about to take off in my heart, perfect is more perfect."

Ahem! Principal Li couldn't help blinking, this Wang Jun, I'm afraid I'm not dizzy today.

What is this ghost singing?

The love song in front is still singing well, what is this singing in the back?

The donkey's head is not in the horse's mouth!

Are you fooling them to play, or are you entertaining yourself?

Principal Li shrunk his fist on one side, he really couldn't bear it anymore, and if he continued like this, he would really stand up and beat him.

"Grandpa?" Su Qianqian couldn't help laughing, it seemed that her hearing was still fine

It turns out that Grandpa Li's concentration is about the same as hers.

"Huh?" Principal Li responded, lowered his head slightly, raised Su and looked over shallowly, "What's wrong?" ”

Ahem, I was in a trance just now, and I was almost taken crooked by Wang Jun.

The issue he has to care about now is not Wang Jun!

Principal Li let go of his clenched fists, smiled, and asked, "What's wrong, shallow?"

"Nothing." Su Qianqian responded, turned his head and looked at the hall not far away, "Grandpa, listen, Uncle Wang sings so well." ”

Ahem, okay? Principal Li couldn't help but glance at Su Qian.

This kid is becoming more and more like him!

I'm going to talk nonsense with my eyes open!

This is obviously a ghost crying wolf.

"Ahem." Tong Shuai, who was not far away, coughed lightly, glanced at Principal Li, then looked at Su Qianqian, and then turned his head to look at Tong Tong, good?

I don't know! Tong Tong shrugged.

The two men looked at each other, exchanged glances, and looked away.

After all, there are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people!

"What's wrong, Tong Shuai?" Principal Li turned his head when he heard the sound and looked at Tong Shuai opposite, "Do you have any different opinions?" ”

"Hey, hey." Tong Shuai, who was sitting diagonally opposite, habitually raised his hand to wipe his face, sneered, and glanced at Tong Tong, "There is no different opinion, I just think that Wang Jun sings well and is full of energy." ”

Well? Neutral?

Su Qianqian heard the sound, turned his head, and looked at Uncle Tong Shuai diagonally opposite, and he was a P spirit again.

All right! It's none of her business!

The only thing she had to do now was listen to the song quietly, oh no, listen to the rain.

Then wait until Uncle Wang Jun finishes singing, and then come to teach her to sing, anyway, she is idle.

As for the father and daughter next to her, that's not something she has to care about.

It's still raining.

Su Qianqian glanced at Tong Shuai opposite, then turned his head to look at Tong Tong who was smiling faintly, turned his head, and continued to look at the rain in front of the eaves.

Drops of rain fell and fell to the ground, and some puddles of water had quietly accumulated

I don't know, in Jingyun's house, which is 300 kilometers away, is my sister also listening to the rain from the window, just like she is at this moment, she is also quietly, watching the rain and thinking about her?

Su Qianqian breathed a sigh of relief slightly, and gently pressed the ballpoint pen of the cat's head.

All at once the thoughts flew far again.

"I heard the familiar voice again, it seemed like a misty rain, I don't know where you are now, if you remember me, I don't know what breathing is, if it's like a melancholy habit.

If you have never had it, how can you know the sadness of parting, listen to the rain quietly, count the raindrops on the window, there is rain, just like you, thinking about you, every past is the footprint of life, hoping for rain and you. ”

"Wow!"

An exclamation pulled Su Qianqian back to reality Zheng

What's the situation?

What happened in a trance?

"Wow, that's good."

Hehe! Su Qianqian turned his head to look at Tong Tong and saw her with a look of surprise on her face.

That's an exaggeration.

The singer and messenger Uncle Wang's singing voice is obviously heard by everyone and has a common appreciation, so there will not be such a big difference.

What's more, she just had to be flattering.

Could it be that they are the same as her? Did it deliberately make Grandpa Li happy?

"Well, it's good, absolutely amazing." Tong Shuai, who was sitting diagonally opposite, slapped his thigh and shouted, "Great, I'll do it, Wang Jun is suitable for singing girls' tender songs." ”

Cut!

It's too bad.

Su Qianqian pursed his lips, silently rolled his eyes in his heart, and turned his head away.

"You're right, Tong Shuai!" Grandpa Li's voice suddenly exploded nearby

Hehe!

The corners of Su Qianqian's mouth twitched, raised his eyebrows slightly, gently pressed the cat-headed ballpoint pen in his hand, and looked at the singer and messenger Uncle Wang not far away.

What catches my eye is still the intoxicated expression on the face of the singer and messenger Uncle Wang, as well as that, ahem, very good singing:

"Counting the raindrops on the window, there is rain, just like having you, thinking about you, every past is the footprint of life, hoping that there will be rain and you."

Su Qianqian blinked slightly, raised his hand and rubbed his temples again, as if he had heard correctly.

It's really the singer and messenger Uncle Wang's singing.

She is now suddenly a little convinced, the words of Uncle Tong Shuai diagonally opposite, and the words of Tong Tong who wants to recognize his relatives, Uncle Wang is indeed suitable for singing love songs.

But, ahem, I suddenly remembered what Uncle Wang, the singer and messenger had shouted at her, and taught her to sing for a while.

She's really not suitable for learning to sing love songs.

For a while, the four people in front of the hospital were silent.

Only the wind that comes in through the crack in the door carries a burst of coolness, which makes people feel real.

The real presence is also the singing voice of the singer and messenger Uncle Wang not far away.

Quietly waiting, listening quietly, listening to the sound of raindrops sliding down from the eaves, listening to the sound of rain falling into the water on the ground, and in the sound of that rain, I remembered the beautiful hourglass that my sister brought to her last summer.

My sister told her at the time that watching an hourglass slide past her eyes was like watching time pass by her eyes.

But she felt that time was gone, and the hourglass could be rewound again, which was obviously different.

She looked up at her sister's thoughtful appearance, swallowed back the words she originally wanted to go out, smiled sweetly, took it, and responded, Well, my sister has to make sense.

My sister suddenly laughed, and raised her hand to pull her high ponytail: You didn't understand what I meant.

Su Qianqian's face turned red slightly, her sister had already seen it, and she thought that she was very smart.

Shallow, my sister laughed, sometimes, if you don't understand, you don't understand, you can't pretend to understand, you know. Other than that.

My sister paused for a moment and continued, more often, you have to stick to your own ideas, don't be swayed by others, you have to remember that your path needs you to walk by yourself, there is no one to replace, and don't go along with anyone and wronged yourself.

Well, Su Qianqian responded, touched the hourglass in his hand, and nodded heavily.

I hope you are happy, my sister laughed, and if there is one, something unhappy happens, I also hope that you will have a strong enough heart to face it.

Well? Su Qianqian raised her eyes and looked at her sister with some confusion.

It's just an hourglass, so what's not to be happy about?

Okay, my sister laughed, let's go, let's go home.

Oh. Su Qianqian answered, put down the exquisite blue hourglass, and followed her sister out of the gift shop.

The moment she walked out the door, she looked back, and she still felt that the passage of the hourglass was not the same as the passage of time.

As everyone said, watching the flow of water is like watching time flow, and she still doesn't understand.

How can those so-called flowing waters, as well as the flowing water of the deceased who are reluctant to give up day and night, be equated with time.

Just like not so long ago, she stood by the river many years ago, quietly watching from the lake.

My sister told her that the river had been around for a long time, as if it had a history of hundreds of years, and that it was an ancient Yellow River.

She looked at the river that flowed from hundreds of years ago, the river is still there, the bridge is still there, but the time has passed hundreds of years, and the people who watch the water from the lake are hundreds of years later.

Su Qianqian glanced back at the exquisite hourglass again.

It is fixed, no matter how it is reversed and passed, after all, it is played with by others, and it can be reversed when it flows past.

But time is gone.

Su Qianqian breathed a sigh of relief, watched the rain fall, and couldn't help but stretch out his hand.

Little by little, the rain slipped from the eaves, fell to the palms of the palms, fell between the fingers, cool, and then slipped silently between the fingers.

fell to pieces in front of him.

Looking at the crystal rain, Su Qian's eyes suddenly moistened slightly.

She thought of her sister again, who was three hundred miles away.

I don't know, my sister now, can I think of her occasionally?

Winter vacation?

It's only late October, and there are still more than two months left before the winter vacation!

Su Qianqian's heart was anxious, and his nose couldn't help but sour.

"Shallow." Principal Li called to her softly

Well? Su Qianqian sniffed slightly, retracted his hand, shook off the rain on his hand, raised his heart and wiped the corners of his eyes, turned his head to look at Principal Li, and smiled lightly: "Grandpa, what's wrong?" ”

"Oh," Principal Li raised his eyebrows slightly, "You're playing in the water again, oh no, you're playing in the rain again?" ”

"Hee-hee." Su Qianqian glanced back at the rain that was still dripping, turned his head again, and smiled sweetly at Principal Li, "Idle is idle." ”

"What?" Principal Li was stunned for a moment.

Idle is also idle, nothing to quarrel about, lies. Awake anyway is awake?

"Flutter", the Tong Tong on the other side laughed, "I think of a few lyrics." ”

"What lyrics?" Tong Shuai on the side suddenly spoke.

"Huh, lyrics?" Principal Li was slightly stunned, but also laughed, "Come and listen." “

"It's okay to quarrel, it's okay to lie, I'm idle anyway, I'm that girl."

"Hahaha. Principal Li laughed loudly, "Naughty, this lyric is good, come on, sing it in its entirety"

"Well, sing it, it feels naughty." Tong Shuai on the side also echoed.

"Okay." Tong Tong laughed, looked left and right at the two people in front of him, and then turned his head to look at Su Qianqian, "Qianqian, you should be able to do it too, or sing together?" ”

Su Qianqian smiled slightly, "No need, you can sing, I won't." ”

Hehe. She's not in the mood to sing right now.

She just wants to sit quietly in such rain, sit with a curtain of wind and rain, and quietly miss her sister who is 300 kilometers away.

"Okay. Then I'll sing it. Tong Tong laughed, and looked at Su Qianqian again, "If you want to learn, I can teach you for a while, if you think it's good." ”

Want to learn? Su Qianqian raised his eyes and glanced at Tong Tong opposite.

When she was a child who didn't study music.

She knew that the song was "There Was a Girl"!

She can also sing, and on Children's Day in her third grade, she won the first prize in the Children's Day singing competition with this song.

Of course, she is all too familiar with this song.

Because the reason why she won the award was not just for singing, but for this song, she also rehearsed the dance, hehe, her dance instructor, sorry, it's her sister.

"Okay." Su Qianqian replied, smiled at Tong Tong, lowered his eyes, and turned his head to look at the rain in front of the eaves on the right.

On the left ear, I heard Tong Tong's singing: Hey, I'm that girl.......

At the same time, another song came from the right ear: Counting the raindrops on the window, the rain is like thinking about you, every past is the footprint of life, hoping that there will be rain and you......

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