Chapter 407 The most romantic thing - I'll be fine
"Tick tock, tick tock."
There is rain dripping from the eaves...
Su Qianqian turned her head slightly and looked towards the rain in front of the eaves.
Suddenly I remembered that familiar song:
Tick tick tick tick tick tick/The hour hand keeps turning/Tick tick tick tick tick/She splashes the water in the light rain/Tick tick tick tick tick/Will she still miss him/Tick tick tick tick tick/A few tears have fallen...
"Okay." Principal Li's voice came over 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 opposite, wiped his face, laughed 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 quite honest."
"Hehe." Tong Shuai, who was sitting diagonally opposite, smiled, glanced at Tongtong, and then looked at Principal Li, "What about Tongtong going to school?"
Ahem, Su Qianqian paused for a moment while spinning the fallen leaves in her hand, and actually asked.
Principal Li, what do you think?
In fact, she also wanted to know.
"Let me see." Principal Li's voice suddenly paused, he glanced left and right, and finally turned his attention to Tongtong opposite, and smiled, "Tongtong, what do you think?"
Huh? What does Tongtong think? Grandpa Li is really considerate (so naive)!
Su Qianqian couldn't help but laugh and continued to turn the withered yellow leaf in her hand.
She almost forgot that Grandpa Li also had a special skill: playing football professionally!
She has been taught this skill before. Although it is a bit worse than her.
A drop of rain fell on the leaf. Looking at the crystal raindrop, Su Qianqian gently shook her hand. The crystal drop instantly slipped from the leaf and fell into the water on the ground. In an instant,
,Disappear.
Suddenly I remembered a sentence: 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 that she was very puzzled when she heard this.
Memory disappears in time? Didn’t the teacher say that time is the best placebo?
So the memories that disappear in time are meant to be forgotten? Then why did the water fall into the water again?
Memory and time cannot be equated. But water and water are the same.
She was very confused at the time and wanted to ask.
However, seeing her sister's face looking out the window with a quiet and dazed expression, she swallowed it back and wanted to ask something.
She was thinking about where her sister would be when she said those words.
By that time, my sister had already returned home from the hospital.
At that time, my father had already gone through 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 at noon every day.
However, when I got home, I found that my sister was sitting in front of the bay window next to the window, reading a book. She was fascinated by the book. The sun filtered through the thick shadows of the trees and passed through the window glass, spreading warmth throughout the room.
The sun shone on my sister's body, and her whole body seemed to be enveloped in a halo of light.
She didn't dare to come near, didn't want to come near, 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. She was beautiful like a picture, no, it was beautiful.
It became a silhouette, reflected in her young heart.
Suddenly, she saw her sister raise her gaze and look out the window.
What are you looking at? Leaves? Or sunlight?
Su Qianqian, who was leaning in front of the door, also followed her sister's gaze and looked out the window.
It seemed like a second passed, and it seemed like a long time passed. My sister suddenly turned back, looked at her, smiled, and waved to her: "Are you back? Come and sit for a while."
"Yeah." Su Qianqian responded and walked over, "Mom is still cooking."
"Yes." My sister laughed and trimmed the little hair on her forehead, "I came back a little early today."
"Yes?" Su Qianqian's face turned red slightly, "It's about the same as usual."
Can you spot your sister three minutes earlier? Su Qianqian blinked and looked towards her sister.
My sister smiled and raised her hand to wipe her face: "You only blush after running."
"Huh?" Su Qianqian was startled for a moment, then stretched out her hand to wipe her face.
This face is worthless.
She had obviously stopped when she was still two hundred meters away from home, just because she was afraid that her sister would see it, but she was still discovered.
"Why don't you go look in the mirror." My sister laughed, "Actually, it's good to go for a run occasionally."
"Hehe." Su Qianqian smiled, "All of this has been discovered."
My sister smiled slightly, revealing two small pear dimples that seemed to be invisible, and raised her finger to point out the window.
Huh? Su Qianqian looked out the window.
Ahem, she had forgotten that she could see the outside scenery from here.
You can see everything at a glance. I 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 half an hour before and after meals." My sister chuckled.
"Oh." Su Qianqian suddenly muttered, "I know."
In fact, she was just worried, oh, no, she just wanted to return home as soon as possible to be with her sister.
She didn't want her sister to be alone at home and could only read books. She also wanted to come back and spend time with her sister.
That kind of situation where a person is alone in a room reading a book, she still feels sad when she wakes up.
From the time she can remember, she knows that her sister will come to see her every week, and her aunts and uncles will come to see her at the end of every month.
She will wait until the weekend from Monday.
But at such a young age, she has no concept of Mondays and weekends.
She then went to ask the dean, which day is the weekend, why does it take several days before it can be the weekend, and why can't every day be the weekend?
The dean smiled and said to her, why do you ask this?
She said, didn’t the young lady say that she could only visit her on the weekend? She wanted to know which day was the weekend.
The dean laughed, held her in his arms with a smile, touched 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 expression. How many days is seven days?
The dean was startled for a moment, then laughed, pointed at the colorful pebbles in front of her, and taught her to count them one by one.
Later that day, when she was three and a half years old, she took seven stones and carefully placed them on the bedside.
Put one in a day.
Because the dean said that when she was in sixth grade, her sister would come to see her.
She was afraid that when she woke up, she would forget what day of the week it was?
Then he put the pebble on the bedside.
The pebbles gradually filled up one by one, just like her hope growing stronger day by day.
She still remembers the mood she felt at that time. She was lonely and wanted someone to accompany her.
Su Qianqian pursed her lips slightly, sat next to her sister, rested her head on her shoulder, and said softly: "I just want to come back early to be with you."