Qingteng's Mind - Middle School Era

Chapter 499 The Most Romantic Thing - Departure
Let's go in the fall!
After many years, Su Qianqian still clearly remembers that golden October.

In that kind of October, Grandpa Li drove her all the way forward, along the straight field path, 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 bookstall.

The thick lined letter paper was waiting there quietly. The wind blew through and lifted two or three pages slightly, as if beckoning to her: Come, take us away.

Su Qianqian gave a low smile, and glanced at Grandma Wang who was looking down at the newspaper on the left side of the bookstall, ha ha!

If she proposes to write another letter, will Grandma Wang throw her a cold stare: It's not reliable!
Or, give it a try?
Su Qianqian opened her mouth, and before she could speak, she heard Grandpa Li's voice floating over her head.

"Okay, old Wang, take your time basking in the sun, we're leaving."

ah?leaving?

Su Qianqian was startled, blinked her eyes, looked away, and saw Grandpa Li lightly patted her on the right shoulder, and then put it firmly on the handlebar in front of her.

It seems that you really want to leave? !

Su Qianqian turned her head to meet Principal Li's kindly smiling face.

"Qianqian, sit down, we're leaving."

"En." Su Qianqian responded, put her right hand on the front handlebar, and glanced at Grandma Wang again.

Hey!I am still reading the newspaper, so I haven't collected the eyeballs she sent!
Ok.

In fact, it's the same thing when I get home and ask Grandpa Li.

Thinking that way, Su Qianqian turned her gaze away and looked at the path ahead.

Under the reflection of the sun, the path in front stretched straight forward, all the way to the sky.Poplars on both sides of the path rustle slightly in the autumn wind.

Suddenly I remembered the sentence in "Praise of Poplar": "It has no whirling posture, no twisted and twisted twigs, maybe you will say it is not beautiful-if, beauty refers to "whirling" or "slanted" And so on, then the poplar tree is not a good woman in the tree."

Grandpa Li leaned forward with a look of surprise, and stopped to step on the pedal: "Qianqian, can you memorize this article?"

"No." Su Qianqian smiled sweetly, glanced at Grandma Wang who was reading the newspaper in front of the bookstall, then turned her head and said in a low voice, "I heard a few words when my sister was reciting."

"Oh." Grandpa Li nodded and said in a low voice, "I see."

"Ahem," the old lady with full head of gorgeous hair coughed heavily, raised her head, and glanced at Su Qianqian, "What are you two talking about?"

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

The four eyes met, exchanged glances with each other, smiled, and looked away.

This is a secret between the two of them, don't tell Grandma Wang.

"It's nothing." Principal Li smiled, raised his right hand and waved to the old lady with full hair, "Let's go, you are old, just continue to enjoy the autumn sun, and when it's 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 grandma.

"Stop." The old lady curled 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 stagnated for a moment, then she laughed again, turned her head to look at Grandpa Li behind her, and muttered softly, "Grandpa, let's go."

"Okay." Principal Li responded in a low voice, and then urged, "Sit down."

With a firm foot, the car drove out.

"Hehehe." Su Qian smiled slightly, and the moment the car drove out, he waved to the old lady who was looking at the bookstall, "Goodbye, grandma, I will come to you to send a letter next time."

The old lady 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 Qianqian's laughter and the slight rustling of the poplar trees in the wind fell on the place where the bicycle passed.

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

"En." Su Qianqian responded, put her right hand on the handlebar, and saw Grandpa Li's hand holding the handlebar: there were blue veins protruding slightly on his hand.

Under the radiance of the morning sun, it is unusually vivid.

Those hands were holding their direction, and suddenly remembered a sentence that I didn't know where I saw it: Half of my fate is in my own hands.

What about her?She wants to use her meager strength to control her own direction, and help the little ghost Liu Ruixuan walk to her sister's side by the way.

Su Qianqian smiled slightly, raised her head and looked forward,

A few lush and green poplars are surrounded by faint clouds and smoke, and the straight stone path extends to the end of the line of sight.In the distance, the sky was dyed blue, and she stared at it with bated breath.

The sun was surprisingly good. The clear sky that had cleared up originally had a few faint clouds floating over it, which became more and more transparent against the sunlight, and was carried by the wind blowing from a distance, and fell into the sight of her looking up.

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

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

Let go of the right hand holding the handlebar, lift it up slightly, grab a handful of sunshine, hold it in the palm of your hand, and warm all the memories.

Forget who heard it, and bring the sun with you when you remember it, it will make you forget the rain and loneliness in your memory.

As for her, in all her memories, there was never rain or loneliness.

There is always a blue sky in her memory, and she still remembers the sky at that time, tile blue tile blue, blue transparent, blue dazzling, blue moving, the sun at that time was very warm, very warm.

Watch the sunlight slide over your head, watch them slide gently and slowly from between your fingers, watch the time go by little by little, leaving fine light and shadow among the green trees and green grass, and leaving the gliding shadows on the endless straight road. Traces, Su Qianqian stretched out her hand, wanting to grab a handful of sunshine.

I remember the sigh after three years of time passed, but when she stretched out her hands, instead of holding the sunshine, she accidentally caught a petal, a petal that was blown off by the wind and was about to wither.

"Shallow."

Principal Li was calling her softly.

"En." Su Qianqian responded and recovered.

"Do you like autumn or spring?" Principal Li's voice came from above his head.

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

"Why?" Principal Li smiled.

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

"Oh." Principal Li responded and laughed.

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

In the fields in October, the rice fields are golden, the ears of rice are singing softly in the wind, and the scarecrow begins to "grow up". Walking in the rice fields seems to be placed between heaven, earth and nature, and the wind blows the fragrance of rice all over the clothes.

"I like autumn best." Principal Li's voice came over.

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

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

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

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

Yes, who said that autumn is only the harvest season?

Isn't autumn untasteful a starting point for renewal?Autumn is not a new departure!
(End of this chapter)