Qingteng's Mind - Middle School Era

Chapter 528 The Most Romantic Thing - July [-]st

Is there a song that reminds me of you?

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

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

"How could it be?" Uncle Wang, the singer and messenger, looked unconvinced, "I can sing a lot of songs, but I just finished several of them."

Well, it's all over? !Su Qianqian slightly raised her eyebrows, obviously she had finished talking!

"Are you singing? It's just talking." Grandma Zhao said bluntly, "The right side is heavier."

"Where am I talking? Mr. Zhao, don't bring such a slander." The singer and messenger moved Xiao Wang slightly to the right, turned his head, and saw Su Qianqian standing two meters away, " Little angels, they all think that I sing well, and they say they want to learn to sing from me."

"Learning from you?" Grandma Zhao laughed, "Rather than learning from you, I might as well learn from Lao Li. Although you two are very similar, Lao Li is slightly more accurate than you."

With a "puchi", Su Qianqian smiled.

"Ahem, teacher." Uncle Wang, the singer and messenger, glanced at Su Qianqian and smiled dryly, "Teacher, I can't be worse than Principal Li."

"It's half a catty." Grandma Zhao laughed, and tilted her head slightly, "Qianqian, if you want to learn music, go to grandma directly, don't learn from your little Uncle Wang and your grandpa, these two people don't teach singing ability."

Singer and messenger Uncle Wang: "..."

hehe.Su Qianqian smiled sweetly, and walked towards Grandma Zhao: "Okay, I will listen to Grandma."

"Okay." Grandma Zhao nodded slightly, raised her hand and patted the shoulder on the right side: "The right side should be heavier."

Singer and messenger Uncle Xiao Wang silently increased the weight on his hands.

Su Qianqian smiled, the warm picture she thought was so, it turned out to be like this!
He couldn't help looking over Grandma Zhao's head towards Grandpa Li not far away.

Compared to Grandma Zhao's outspokenness, Grandpa Li treated her very well!
"Grandma, please chat, I'm going to find grandpa." Su Qianqian glanced at Grandma Zhao, who was enjoying herself with her eyes closed, and then glanced at Uncle Xiao Wang, a singer and courier who worked silently, and smiled sweetly, "I don't bother you guys."

"Well, let's go." Grandma Zhao shook her head slightly, raised her eyes and glanced at Su Qianqian, "I need to wear thicker clothes, one layer of autumn rain and one layer of coldness."

"Yeah." Su Qianqian responded, raised her foot and walked out the door.

Behind him came the urging voice of Uncle Xiao Wang, a singer and messenger: "Little angel, why don't you leave after listening to a song?"

Ok?Listen to music?

Su Qianqian paused, looked at the singer and messenger Uncle Wang, blinked her big eyes, "What song?"

The little uncle is trying his best to save face!

Then she, ahem, depends on her mood, no, depends on the title of the song, and then decides to leave or stay.

"Hey." Singer and messenger Uncle Xiao Wang laughed, "Of course it's my masterpiece."

The swan song?

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

Uncle Xiao Wang, a singer and messenger, laughed, showing his white teeth: "Yeah."

"That's right," Granny Zhao's voice also came over, "He's only able to handle one of these."

Su Qianqian couldn't help laughing: "Uncle Xiao Wang is so amazing."

One song is already good!

Much better than she imagined.

"Ahem," Uncle Xiao Wang, the singer and messenger, coughed slightly and cleared his throat, "There's a song that's pretty good, and I'm going to sing it."

Grandma Zhao was silent.

Su Qianqian smiled sweetly: "Okay."

Uncle Xiao Wang, singer and courier, blinked at her, shook his head gently from side to side, and started humming:

"When the lights go out, the moon is a lonely eye / Quietly looking at someone who is sleepless / That familiar song comes from a distance / Why are those inner voices so weak / Long time no see, are you okay now?"

Ok?Su Qianqian opened her eyes slightly and looked at the singer and messenger Uncle Xiao Wang.

This song is good!

Suddenly it seemed like a different person, that pure voice, that slightly magnetic voice, and, that, the tune that was always tuned up.

It turns out that Uncle Xiao Wang is really only suitable for singing love songs!
This song is really nice.

Seeing the intoxicated expression on Uncle Xiao Wang's face, singer and messenger, Su Qianqian suddenly realized that, in fact, Uncle Xiao Wang is quite cute.

"You once said that 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 follow and / touch gently We share the past/Remember it will not be silent..."

Is there such a song that will let you follow along gently?

Hearing the melodious voice, Su Qianqian leaned against the door and looked up to the outside, where there were thin, smoke-like clouds passing quietly 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 others of her?Or, she, who would she think of in such a song?
A person spends quietly in this remote country, away from the hustle and bustle, away from blessings, and some special things will emerge in life.

Choose memories, about the memories of ten years old, a song suddenly reminded her, in the years she has passed, who does she still remember?

When we are all old, I will sing the sea to you.

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

Then I write it in the palm of my hand, and when I can’t remember it, I open my palm to read it.You say that.

She listened to the song "The Sea" and said with a smile, that's not okay, that's cheating.

The tablemate in the first grade was a girl who liked music. Su Qianqian, who had always been low-key and only liked to sing "Childhood", finally fell in love with a song, "The Sea" by Zhang Yusheng.

For no reason, I fell in love with that faint song in her pile of music.

That was the first song she liked, and it was also her favorite one, and it hasn't changed until now.

I don't know if that tablemate will sing the song "The Sea" that they like in the palm of their hand as they said many years ago?
Maybe, at some point in the future, they passed each other without recognizing each other, who knows?Who can know what will happen many years later? ?
Classes were divided in the second grade, and she and that deskmate were no longer in the same class.

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

There is a wind passing by, rushing towards the face, and bringing a burst of coolness.

Along with the cool wind, there is also the singing of Uncle Xiao Wang, a singer and messenger:

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

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

Quietly recalling, when writing the lyrics of that song, a figure flashed over.

can i sit here

Su Qianqian raised her head and looked at the figure. A little girl with long braids was standing in front of her desk with a smile.

Yes you can.

Su Qianqian responded, and moved to the window to make a seat available.

Are you writing a letter?The girl glanced at the pink letter paper in front of Su Qianqian and laughed.

no.Su Qianqian smiled slightly, recalling the lyrics.

Oh?The girl came over, ah!

what happened?Su Qianqian looked at the girl.

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

Su Qianqian put down the pen in her hand, and laughed when she saw the girl with long braids, then sing it to me.

OK.The girl hummed softly:

The sky has the reason for the sky to rain / You and I have the difference that we have to do / Who can keep hiding the heartache / Who doesn’t want to find tolerance after the storm / Stay away from fear / The sky has a reason for the sky to clear / You and I have you and I have to excuse

Su Qianqian still remembers the first meeting that day, when Yan Jing sat beside her in a white dress, humming softly the song "The Sky We Cried" that she suddenly liked.

That soft and soft song, when the early autumn came, in the bright autumn sun, let her see the unfinished lyrics that had been forgotten in the corner, and danced in a moving gesture among the falling leaves, Bring her deep feelings.

After digging out that song, I realized that there has been no news of Yan Jing for a long, long time, just like that rainbow after the rain...

Autumn is here again, in the same cool autumn.

The sky began to rain, far away and long, like a white curtain of thousands of miles connecting her once and her now, and reminded of Yan Jing who hadn’t seen her for a long time, and remembered the song I heard when I met her that autumn:
The sky has reasons for the sky to clear up, you and I have excuses for you and me, who can say insincere again and again, who can wait aimlessly?
Su shallowly shook his head, looked at the accumulated water under the steps in front of the eaves, and blinked slightly.

I don't know, Yan Jing, what are you doing now?
I came waywardly and in a bit of a hurry, I forgot to tell her, will she also look for her in the school when the fourth grade starts?

"The same cold rain falls in the sky / It falls in the same world / Yesterday is getting farther and farther away / Is there such a song / Let you gently follow and / Affect our common past / With the ups and downs of our lives / Sing together The theme song of..."

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

Coincidentally, it is also raining in this song.

There was also a memory about rainy days in her memory.

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

Suddenly I wanted to hold an umbrella to cover the clear sky, to see the dusty face in the lotus mirror.

In July, T-shirts and denims dominate the summer streets.

Gu Nian said, Su Qianqian, you will be my best friend this year, happy birthday, I wish you well every day!
Su Qianqian started to laugh, and when she started laughing, she suddenly heard Xue Lingyun's voice beside her.

She said what her father once said to her: the best happiness is to remember someone, the best happiness is to have someone care about you, the best hard work is to let others recognize your dedication, the best friend is always Don't forget to bless each other.

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

The fragrance of summer, the lush green shade, and all the emotions of summer are so peaceful and elegant.That feeling was in harmony with her countless feelings about summer white that year and even later, it was a kind of tranquility and bliss.

The shadow of summer is getting thinner day by day, and autumn cruelly forces us to give up all our enthusiasm. The little friendship of four people dances with its unique posture in the falling leaves all over the sky and in the thicker night. A different kind of emotion called moving.

Gradually I started to get used to the four people appearing at the same time, getting used to their occasional loud voices, occasional humming, and occasional telling her, be happy, learn, laugh!
Autumn, winter, spring, and summer.In a blink of an eye, summer has gone, autumn has arrived, and after autumn, it will be winter again.

When the next summer comes, will she still have that summer white feeling?

Will there also be their shadows in the white time and space?Whether there will still be her happy laughter, and whether there will also be the sentence: learn to laugh and be a little happier every day.

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

Su Qianqian began to laugh, smiling and imagining her little friend who was three hundred kilometers away. Is the expression on the face at this moment also full of smiles?

She will always think of that spring, the season that makes people feel warm when they think of it, she will always think of the warm sunshine in the afternoon, the warm but not dazzling feeling, just like the footprints left on the beach in summer, nostalgia is still there clear.

She will always think of that sentence: the memory that follows you is too heavy, and the diary that presses you is too thick, even if you refuse to say it, who will understand?

Say, can you say?It is not necessary to say everything, some things cannot be said, once said, it will be boring.

Natural and casual, a greeting, a smile, a word of blessing, each other understands each other. It cannot be said how important it is, but it cannot be said to be unimportant. It is like air and water, which are invisible but nourish life.

That faint and indescribable feeling is like drinking a cup of tea with a long-lasting fragrance.Color, faint, fragrant, shallow, taste, astringent.

Not particularly affectionate, not particularly distant, the emotion is never too intense, but the aftertaste can last for a long, long time.

In the spring of that year, she suddenly fell in love with writing some mood essays, and carefully smeared stroke by stroke on the pink diary.

A few friends quietly approached from behind and asked her if they could take a look.

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

Thinking of that line of words, she began to laugh, began to smile slightly, and smiled and thought of the spring in her memory. In that spring, the sky was blue and blue, so transparent, dazzling and moving.

"Every year on July [-]st, I have to buy a ticket to take refuge in memory..."

A singing sound interrupted Su Qianqian's memory.

(End of this chapter)