Qingteng's Mind - Middle School Era

Chapter 533 The Most Romantic Thing - Companionship
"Tick, tick."

There was rain dripping from the eaves.

Su Qianqian turned her head slightly and looked at the rain in front of the eaves.

Suddenly I remembered that familiar song:
Tick ​​tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick / the hour hand keeps turning//Little rain she splashes the water//does she still miss him/ tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick/a few drops of tears have fallen...

"Okay." Principal Li's voice came again, and he shook the list in his hand towards Tong Shuai who was diagonally opposite, "I've read the list."

"Really?" Tong Shuai who was sitting diagonally across wiped his face, chuckled twice, took it, and put it in his coat pocket, "I didn't lie to you, did I?"

Su Qianqian smiled slightly.

Uncle Tong Shuai, is this three hundred without silver?
"Yeah." Principal Li snorted, "It's pretty honest."

"Hey." Tong Shuai, who was sitting diagonally opposite, smiled, glanced at Tongtong, and then at Principal Li, "Do you think about Tongtong going to school?"

Cough cough, the fallen leaves spinning in Su Qianqian's hand, paused for a while, and really asked.

What do you think, Principal Li?
In fact, she also wanted to know.

"I see." Principal Li's voice suddenly paused, he glanced left and right, and finally put his gaze on Tong Tong, who was opposite him, and laughed, "Tong Tong, what do you think?"

Ok?What does Tongtong think?Grandpa Li is really caring (innocent)!

Su Qianqian couldn't help laughing, and continued to turn the withered yellow leaf in her hand.

She almost forgot that Grandpa Li has another special skill: playing football professionally!
She has experienced this skill before.Although, worse than her.

A drop of rain fell on the leaf, looking at the crystal raindrop, Su Qianqian shook her hand lightly, the crystal drop fell off the leaf in an instant and fell into the stagnant water on the ground. ,Disappear.

Suddenly a sentence came to mind: Time passes like a stream, and memory disappears in time, just like water falling into water.

She suddenly began to understand the meaning of these words.

She remembered being puzzled when she heard this.

Memory lost in time?Didn't the teacher say that time is the best placebo?

So the memory that disappears in time is for forgetting?So why is the water falling into the water again?
Memory and time cannot be equated.But water and water are the same.

She was very puzzled and wanted to ask.

However, seeing her sister's face looking out of the window, with a somewhat dazed quiet expression, she swallowed it back and wanted to ask something.

She was thinking at that time, what would her sister be doing when she said those words.

At that time, my sister had already returned home from the hospital.

At that time, my father had already completed the formalities for my sister to suspend school.

At that time, my mother would come back to cook at noon every day.

At that time, she would rush home from school every day at noon.

However, when I got home, I found that my sister was sitting in front of the window and reading a book. She was fascinated. The sun shone through the dense tree shadows and poured warmth into the room through the window glass.

The sun shone on my sister's body, and her whole body seemed to be enveloped in a dense halo.

She didn't dare to approach, didn't want to approach, didn't dare to make a sound, and didn't want to make a sound, so she stood quietly in front of the door, looking at her sister under the light and shadow, beauty became a picture, no, it was beauty It became a silhouette, reflected in her young heart.

Suddenly, she saw her sister raised her gaze and looked out the window.

What are you looking at?Leaves?Or sunshine?

Su Qianqian, who was leaning against the door, followed her sister's gaze and looked out the window.

It seemed like a second passed, and it seemed like a long time later, my sister suddenly turned her head, looked at her, smiled, and waved to her: "Are you back? Come, sit for a while."

"Yeah." Su Qianqian responded and walked over, "Mom is still cooking."

"Yeah." My sister laughed and straightened the little hair on her forehead. "It's a little early today."

"Is there?" Su Qianqian's face turned slightly red, "It's about the same as usual."

Can you see my sister 3 minutes earlier?Su Qianqian blinked and looked at her sister.

My sister smiled, raised her hand and wiped her face: "You only blush after running."

"Huh?" Su Qianqian was taken aback for a moment, then reached out to wipe her face.

This useless face.

She obviously stopped when she was two hundred away from home, but she was afraid that her sister would find out, so she was discovered.

"Why don't you go and look in the mirror." My sister laughed, "Actually, it's good to go for a run once in a while."

"Hee hee." Su Qian smiled, "This has all been discovered."

The elder sister smiled slightly, revealing two small dimples that seemed to be there, and pointed out the window.

Ok?Su Qianqian looked out the window.

Ahem, she had forgotten that she could see the scenery outside from here.

With a clear view, it must have been discovered by my sister when I came here just now.

"Running also has to be divided into time periods. You can do it in the morning and evening, but you can't run for half an hour before and after meals." My sister chuckled.

"Oh." Su Qianqian suddenly muttered, "I see."

In fact, she was just worried, oh no, she just wanted to go home as soon as possible to accompany her sister.

She doesn't want her sister to be alone at home and can only read books, and she also wants to come back to accompany her sister.

She still feels sore in her heart when she wakes up to the situation of reading a book alone in the room.

As long as she can remember, she knows that her sister will visit her every week, and her aunt and uncle will visit at the end of every month.

She will wait from Monday to weekend.

But as a little girl, she doesn't have the concept of Monday and weekend.

She went to ask the dean, which day is the weekend, why does it take several days to be the weekend, why can't it be the weekend every day?
The dean smiled and said to her, why do you ask such a question.

She said, didn't that young lady say that she could only come to see her on weekends.She wondered which day was the weekend.

The dean laughed, hugged her into his arms with a smile, stroked her hair, and told her: seven days, there are seven days in a week.From Monday to Friday, the sixth and seventh days are weekends.

Su Qianqian raised her head and looked at the dean with a confused face. How many days are seven days?

The dean was slightly taken aback, then laughed, pointed to the colored pebbles in front of her, and taught her to count one by one.

Later that day, when she was three and a half years old, she took seven stones and placed them carefully on the bedside.

Put one in a day.

Because the dean said that when she was placed in sixth, my sister would come to see her.

She was afraid that if she woke up, she would forget what day of the week it was?

He put the small stone on the bedside.

The small stones gradually filled up one by one, just like her hope growing day by day.

She still remembers how she felt at that time, she was lonely and hoped that someone would accompany her.

Su Qianqian pursed her lips slightly, sat next to her sister, leaned her head on her shoulder, and said softly: "I just want to come back early to accompany you."

(End of this chapter)