Su Qianqian couldn't help but smile, gently opened the door to the back room, put on a thick pink coat, and walked out.
I just happened to hear the voice of singer and messenger Uncle Wang coming over.
"How could it be?" Uncle Wang, the singer and messenger, looked unconvinced, "I can obviously sing a lot of songs, but I just finished singing several of them."
Well, we’ve finished singing?! Su Qianqian raised her eyebrows slightly, obviously she’s finished singing!
"Are you singing? It's obvious." Grandma Zhao said unceremoniously, "The right side is heavier."
"What am I talking about? Teacher Zhao, you don't have to bury people like this." Uncle Wang, the song's messenger, moved slightly to the right, turned his head, and saw Su Qianqian standing two meters away, "
The little angels all think that I can sing beautifully, and they want to learn to sing from me."
"Learn from you?" Grandma Zhao laughed, "Instead of learning from you, it's better to learn from Lao Li. Although you two are both half-matched, Lao Li is a little more upright than your five-tone tune."
With a "Puch" sound, Su Qianqian laughed.
"Ahem, teacher." Uncle Wang, the singer and messenger, glanced at Su Qianqian and smiled dryly, "Teacher, no matter how bad I am, I can't be worse than Principal Li."
"That's right." Grandma Zhao laughed and tilted her head slightly, "Qianqian, if you want to learn music, go directly to grandma. Don't learn from your uncle Xiao Wang and your grandfather. These two people don't teach singing.
ability."
Singer and messenger Uncle Xiao Wang: "..."
Haha. 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 right shoulder: "On the right side, be heavier."
Uncle Wang, the singer and messenger, silently increased the weight on his hands.
Su Qian smiled slightly, the warm scene she thought turned out to be like this!
She couldn't help but look over Grandma Zhao's head towards Grandpa Li who was not far away.
Compared to Grandma Zhao's outspokenness, Grandpa Li's treatment of her is quite good!
"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 the singer and messenger Uncle Xiao Wang who was working silently, and smiled sweetly, "I won't disturb you.
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. A layer of autumn rain will make it cold."
"Yeah." Su Qianqian responded and walked towards the door.
The voice of the singer and messenger Uncle Wang came from behind: "Little angel, would you like to listen to a song before leaving?"
Hmm? Listen to music?
Su Qianqian paused, looked at the singer and messenger Uncle Wang, and blinked her big shining eyes: "What song?"
The little uncle is trying to save his face!
Then she, ahem, depends on her mood, no, on the title of the song, before deciding whether to leave or stay.
"Hehe." Singer and messenger Uncle Wang laughed, "Of course it's my signature song."
Specialty swan song?
Su Qianqian raised her eyebrows slightly, glanced at the singer Uncle Wang, glanced at Grandma Zhao who was enjoying the massage, and smiled: "Is there a song that will remind you of me?"
Uncle Xiao Wang, the singer and messenger, laughed, showing his white teeth: "Yeah."
"That's right," Grandma Zhao's voice came over, "he can only play one song well."
Su Qianqian couldn't help but laugh: "Uncle Xiao Wang is so awesome."
One of them is pretty good!
It was much better than she imagined.
"Ahem," singer and messenger Uncle Wang coughed twice and cleared his throat, "There is a song that is pretty good, I'm going to sing it."
Grandma Zhao said nothing.
Su Qianqian smiled sweetly: "Okay."
Uncle Wang, the singer and messenger, blinked at her, shook his head slightly from side to side, and began to hum:
"The lights are out and the moon is a lonely eye/Looking quietly at who is sleeping alone/That familiar song comes from the distance/Why are those voices so weak/I haven't seen you for a long time. Are you okay now?"
Huh? Su Qianqian opened her eyes slightly and looked at the singer and messenger Uncle Wang.
This song is so good!
Suddenly, it was as if he had changed, with that pure voice, that slightly magnetic voice, and, that, the tune that was constantly being adjusted.
It turns out that Uncle Xiao Wang is really only suitable for singing love songs!
This song is so nice.
Looking at the intoxicated expression on the singer and messenger Uncle Wang's face, Su Qianqian suddenly realized that in fact, Uncle Xiao Wang was quite cute.
"You once said that you don't want to be alone/we all live in this city/but why don't we meet again/but only rub shoulders with strangers/is there such a song/that will make you follow and/influence gently
Our shared past/memory will not be silent..."
Is there a song that makes you sing along softly?
Listening to the melodious voice, Su Qianqian leaned against the door and looked up outside, where thin smoke-like clouds were quietly passing through the gray sky.
Suddenly, she also wanted to know if there was a song that would remind her sister of her?
Suddenly, she also wanted to know if there was a song that would remind people of her?
When a person spends time quietly in this remote countryside, away from the hustle and bustle and blessings, something special will emerge in life.
Choosing to recall, about the memories of ten years old, a song suddenly reminded her, in the years she passed, who did she remember?
When we are all old, I will sing the sea to you.
I'm afraid you won't even remember the lyrics by then.
Then I'll write it in the palm of my hand, and when I can't remember it, I'll open it and read it. You put it like that.
She listened to the song "The Sea" and said with a smile, "That's not okay, that's cheating."
My deskmate in the first grade was a girl who loved music. Under the influence, Su Qianqian, who had always been low-key and only liked singing "Childhood", finally fell in love with a song, "The Sea" by Zhang Yusheng.
There is no reason why I fell in love with that faint song among her pile of music.
That was the first song she liked, and it was also her favorite, and it has never changed to this day.
I wonder if a few years later, that deskmate will write the lyrics in the palm of his hand and sing their favorite song "The Sea" like he said many years ago?
Maybe, in the future, at some point, they pass by each other without recognizing each other. Who knows? Who can know what will happen many years later?
In the second grade, classes were divided, and she and her deskmate were no longer in the same class.
Su Qianqian looked at the gray sky and lowered her eyes.
The wind blew past and hit my face, bringing with it a chill.
Along with the cool wind came the singing voice of the singer and messenger Uncle Xiao Wang:
"Is there such a song/that will make you remember me in your heart/make you happy and sad/such a me, the truest dream/do you still remember it now?"
"Is there such a song/that will make you remember me in your heart/make you happy and sad/such a me, the truest dream/do you still remember it now?"
That winter, she suddenly fell in love with Su Huilun's voice. That gentle and beautiful woman deeply moved her with her slightly sad and heart-stopping voice.
I was quietly recalling and writing the lyrics of that song when a figure flashed over me.
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.
all right.
Su Qianqian responded and moved to the window to make room.
Are you writing a letter? The girl glanced at the pink letter in front of Su Qianqian and laughed.
No. Su Qianqian smiled slightly and was recalling the lyrics.
Oh? The girl came over, ah!
What's wrong? Su Qianqian looked at the girl.
I can sing this song. The girl with long braids laughed.
Su Qianqian put down the pen in her hand and laughed when she looked at the girl with braids. Then you can sing and listen.
OK. The girl hummed softly:
The sky has the reasons why it rains/You and I have the differences that you and I have to do/Who can keep hiding the heartache/Who doesn’t want to after the storm/Get away from fear and find tolerance/The sky has the reasons for the sky to clear/You and I have you and I have no choice
excuse
Su Qianqian still remembers the first time they met that day. Yan Jing sat next to her in a white dress and softly hummed the song "The Sky That Cried" that she suddenly liked.
That soft song was singing, when that early autumn came, in the bright autumn sun, she saw the unfinished lyrics that had been forgotten in the corner, dancing with moving gestures among the falling leaves.
, brought her deep feelings.
When I dug out that song, I realized that I haven’t heard from you for a long, long time, just like the rainbow that flashed after the rain...
Autumn has arrived again, in the same cool autumn.
The sky is filled with rain, distant and long, like a thousand-mile white curtain connecting you and her now. I think of Yan Jing, whom I haven't seen for a long time, and the song I heard when I met you that autumn:
The sky has its reasons for clearing up, and you and I have our last resort excuses. Who can say things he doesn't mean over and over again, and who can wait aimlessly?
Su shook his head lightly, looked at the increasing water accumulation under the steps in front of the eaves, and blinked slightly.
I don’t know, Yan Jing, what is she doing now?
I came willfully and in a hurry, and I forgot to tell her. Will she also be looking for her in the school when the fourth grade begins?
"The sky is raining the same cold rain/falling on the same world/yesterday is getting more and more distant/is there such a song/that will make you follow gently and/influence us to pass together/sing along with the ups and downs of our lives/
The theme song..."
Su Qianqian was startled and looked towards Uncle Xiao Wang who continued to sing.
What a coincidence, it’s raining in this song too.
There was also a memory about a rainy day in her memory.
Turning around to look outside the house, the rain and fog were thick, hanging deeply over the yard.
Suddenly I wanted to hold on, cover up the clear sky, and take a look at the dusty face in the lotus mirror.
In July, T-shirts and jeans dominate the summer streets.
Gu Nian said, Su Qianqian, you will be my best friend this year. Happy birthday, I wish you 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 who cares about you, the best hardship is to have others recognize your efforts, and the best friend is time.
Don’t forget to bless each other.
Su Qianqian knew very well that in the summer of that year, there had just been a rain in the sky.
The fragrance of summer, the lush green shade, and all the emotions in summer are so peaceful and elegant. That emotion matched her countless white feelings about summer that year and even later. It was a kind of tranquility.
And Qingyue.
The shadow of summer is getting thinner day by day, and autumn cruelly forces us to surrender all our enthusiasm. The little friendship of four people dances with its unique posture amidst the fallen leaves flying in the sky, and in the increasingly dense darkness.
It brings out a different kind of emotion called touching.
Gradually, she began to get used to the appearance of four people at the same time, to their occasional noises, occasional humming, and occasionally telling her to be happy and learn to laugh!
Autumn, winter, spring, and summer. In the blink of an eye, summer has gone, autumn has arrived, and after autumn comes winter again.
When next summer comes, will she still have that white feeling that is exclusive to summer?
Will there still be their shadows in the white time and space? Will there still be her happy laughter, and will there still be that sentence: Learn to laugh and be a little happier every day.
Who will remember whom? Who will bless whom? Memories flow around like music, and the silent water stirs up a deep smile, like flowers blooming on her lips, expressing her silent feelings for the past.
Su Qianqian started to laugh, smiling and imagining the expression of her friend who was three hundred kilometers away. Did she also have a smile on her face at this moment?
She will always think of that spring, that 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, the nostalgia is still there.
clear.
She would always think of that sentence: The memories that follow you are too heavy, and the diary that is holding you down is too thick. If you are unwilling to speak out, who will understand?
Say, can you say it? It doesn’t have to be said. Some things cannot be said. Once said, it will be boring.
Natural and casual, a greeting, a smile, a word of blessing, understanding each other. It cannot be said to be very important, but it cannot be said to be unimportant. It is like air and water, invisible, but nourishing life.
That faint and indescribable feeling is like tasting a cup of tea with a long and fragrant fragrance. The color is light, the fragrance is light, and the taste is astringent.
Not particularly affectionate, nor particularly distant, the feelings are never too intense, but the aftertaste can linger for a long, long time.
In the spring of that year, she suddenly fell in love with writing some emotional essays, carefully scribbling them one by one in her pink diary.
Several friends quietly came over from behind and asked her if they could take a look.
After reading it, Yan Jing said: It’s heart-warming, it’s heart-warming, it’s the memories that warm people’s hearts.
Thinking of that line of words, she started to smile, and started to smile lightly. She smiled and remembered the spring in her memory. In the spring, the sky was blue and blue, so blue that it was transparent, dazzling, and moving.
"Every year on July 1st, I have to buy a bus ticket and take refuge in memories..."
The sound of singing came, interrupting Su Qianqian's memories.