Chapter 387 The Most Romantic Thing - Back to the Past
"The sense of belonging is so small, and there happens to be no way out/Words have no soul, they are scattered strokes/I stand up and pick up the scattered pens again, and rearrange the scattered memories when I create again/The next stroke reappears, every time I see you/Every time
A scattered you is captured on the negative.
Sometimes when you turn around, you are moved inside/If you don’t bother to commemorate the experience, it will be fruitless/So, the process is the scenery/The result is a postcard.
The important thing is the process, everything is a process/The important thing is the process, everything is a process/Before I leave, everything is a process..."
The sound of singing came slowly.
Su Qianqian looked over and blinked her big shining eyes slightly.
That messenger, Uncle Wang, is actually here, singing?
Principal Li glanced at the two people under the eaves in the courtyard, then looked back: "Isn't it hard to hear?"
Unpleasant?
Su Qianqian glanced at Grandpa Li in front of her, then looked at the "singer" messenger Uncle Xiao Wang in the yard, "I can barely listen."
"Hahaha." Principal Li laughed, "Your Uncle Wang's voice is a congenital deficiency, and you didn't make up for it later."
"Actually, it's not that unpleasant," Su Qianqian laughed softly, "My kid, I can't understand it."
"Let him go." Principal Li laughed, "He's like this, tone-deaf, and he likes to show off. He doesn't know it."
Huh? Su Qianqian turned around and looked at Principal Li. What she said was so special that she wouldn’t give Uncle Xiao Wang face!
Didn't you say you have to say nice things behind others?
"I admire this confidence." Principal Li looked at Xiao Wang, who was singing intoxicatedly about ten meters away, "Speaking of confidence, you can learn from your grandma later. Xiao Wang's confidence is
Her true biography is indispensable."
Huh? Su Qianqian opened her mouth slightly, and after a moment, she chuckled again and nodded, "Okay."
This can be learned. After all, confidence is half the battle!
Principal Li turned around and waved to Su Qianqian, "Come, let's continue chatting about us."
"Okay." Su Qianqian smiled lowly, withdrew her gaze and looked towards Principal Li.
Now it seems that Uncle Wang, Grandpa Li and Grandma Li have an extraordinary relationship!
"Let me set a small goal." Principal Li looked over.
"Okay." Su Qianqian looked at the letter in her hand. She had only one goal, to squeeze into the top 100 in Yunling, and to squeeze into Jingyun No. 1 Middle School based on her strength, not to be a student of Jingyun No. 1 Middle School.
Entered No. 1 Middle School.
That way, no challenge.
Hey, Su Qianqian's eyes were moving, the corners of her lips were slightly raised, she was slowly moving closer to her sister, becoming a competitive player!
"Being among the top 100 in Yunling County is the ultimate goal?" Principal Li clicked on the letter in Su Qianqian's hand and suggested, "What do you think?"
Intermediate goals?
Su Qianqian raised her eyes and looked at Principal Li. How could this goal be considered intermediate?
It’s obviously a very high-level goal!
Huh? Principal Li raised his eyebrows slightly and asked with his eyes, does Qianqian have other ideas?
They looked at each other, speechless for a moment.
A gust of wind passed by, bringing with it a coolness and a singing voice not far away:
"It keeps raining/the atmosphere is not harmonious/under the same roof/you gradually feel your heart changing/saying irrelevant things/makes the whole scene more embarrassing/unbelievable."
Incredible! The corners of Su Qianqian's mouth twitched and she looked at the singer not far away. This singing is so good!
Just right!
"Ahem," Principal Li coughed slightly, glanced not far away, and then looked back at Su Qianqian opposite, "Do you have a different opinion?"
"Huh?" Su Qianqian was startled for a moment, then turned around and smiled sweetly, "No idea, my goal is to be admitted to the Mathematical Olympiad class in the junior high school of Jingyun No. 1 Middle School as a student of Liujiacun Primary School."
"Okay!" A cheer came from not far away.
Su Qianqian turned her head slightly and glanced at the "singer" and messenger Uncle Wang who stopped singing and looked over.
Does he know what they are talking about?
"I can sing pretty well, right?"
"Singer" and messenger Uncle Wang glanced at Su Qianqian, nodded and turned away.
Haha! Su Qianqian blinked, was she wrong?
Isn't this "singer" and messenger Uncle Xiao Wang greeting her?!
Su Qianqian turned her head angrily and glanced at the pink envelope in her hand.
Alas, I still don’t have enough concentration!
It’s still easy to be disturbed by the outside world and unable to focus on anything else!
Change! Change! Must change!
Su Qianqian raised her eyebrows slightly, blinked her big shining eyes, and looked towards Principal Li.
You should listen carefully to Grandpa Li's acting, oh, no, lecture!
Haha, Principal Li is also looking at the singer and messenger Uncle Wang!
Don't you have the same idea as her?
Su Qian laughed lightly and raised her hand to cover her nose.
"Little Wang." Principal Li called to the "singer" and messenger Uncle Xiao Wang.
Su Qianqian also followed Principal Li's gaze and looked over. Haha, Uncle Wang, the singer and messenger, did not look back. He was still smiling and didn't know what he was talking about to Grandma Li.
"Xiao Wang." Principal Li raised his voice slightly.
Haha! "Singer" and messenger Uncle Xiao Wang still hasn't looked back.
Su Qianqian couldn't help laughing: "Grandpa Li, the sound of the rain was a bit loud. Uncle Xiao Wang probably didn't hear it."
"Ahem," Principal Li cleared his throat slightly, glanced at Su Qianqian, and then turned away.
Su Qianqian raised her hand to tuck the long bangs on her forehead behind her ears, and looked outside the courtyard door.
How stubborn!
The swallows and geese are careless, following the clouds on the west bank of Taihu Lake, counting the peaks in poverty, and thinking about the dusk rain.
Looking at the dripping rain, Su Qianqian suddenly remembered two sentences.
I think of that late autumn and what my sister said later.
She repeated it five times that day before combing the six braids.
My sister said that everyone has their own strengths and areas that need to be made up for. They should learn from each other's strengths and give full play to their own strengths. There should be at least one or two items that no one can match in a small area.
Su Qianqian clearly remembered her expression that day, looking up at her sister in the mirror.
My sister continued: Try your best to achieve the following points: first, you must not be lazy; second, you must be proactive and never stop; third, it is not "just enough".
After saying that, he walked to the bay window, sat there, and waved to her.
Su Qianqian walked over obediently and sat next to her sister.
At the end of that day, she clearly remembered that going all out is one of the shortcuts to success.
"Look, the rain outside is so beautiful," my sister tilted her head slightly and looked out the window, "Yan Yan Wu Xin, following the clouds on the west bank of Taihu Lake, counting the peaks of poverty, discussing the evening rain."
Su Qianqian smiled slightly and nodded, glanced at her sister and then looked at the book at her feet.
Qianqian.”
Someone is calling her.
Su Qianqian came back to her senses and met Principal Li's gaze.