Chapter 501 The most romantic thing - when I miss you
The slender first-quarter moon on the horizon slowly fell further down.
Su Qianqian closed her eyes slightly, and a small tear fell from the corner of her eye.
After such a long memory, when I think back now, I am still heartbroken, and I am still so sad that I can't control myself.
A wind blew by, bringing with it a refreshing fragrance.
I opened my eyes gently and looked at the roses on the shelf swaying with fragrance in front of my eyes, but my heart was full of sadness.
Another breeze blew by, vaguely carrying a song that could not be heard clearly:
“It only takes the length of a movie/to summarize the time that has passed/we were crazy/but had to end.
Looking across the entire starry sky/The young man is stumbling in front of me/The direction of the moonlight/is the place where you are..."
Who is singing?
Su Qianqian pressed her temple lightly, slid her fingertips across the corners of her eyes, and looked over.
At the intersection of Lilac Road and Qiangwei Road not far away, a woman with fluttering skirts passed by, and her gentle singing voice passed by. In the singing voice, she sang:
We spent a crazy yesterday together/Running without caring about anything/Looking at the bright starry sky together/Dreaming at that time when we were young and didn’t understand pain...
Are you young and don’t understand pain?
Su Qianqian blinked her eyes inadvertently, pulled the corners of her mouth slightly, and raised an imperceptible smile.
Are you young and don’t know what it feels like to be sad? In fact, it’s just because you haven’t reached the point of real pain.
Who said that time can smooth everything and heal the pain of the past? She didn't believe it before, and she doesn't believe it now. After so many years, when she thinks about it, she still feels the pain in her heart.
It hurt so much that she seemed to be back in August after graduating from fifth grade.
Everything, starting from that August, has no reason or excuse to continue.
As for what my sister said in the letter, there are three wishes.
She will spend her whole life fulfilling her first two wishes.
And for the third one, for.
Su Qianqian turned her head slightly and looked towards Liu Ruixuan, who was on the right rear.
He is wearing a white shirt, slightly long hair, and a strand of hair on his forehead, which is gently raised in the breeze, revealing his handsome profile. He is looking at the crescent moon in the western sky. I don't know what he is thinking about?
It seems that in the blink of an eye, they have all grown up.
It also seems that the soul has been traveling for a long time, carrying a heavy load for many years, and has become numb to the vicissitudes of life. I don’t know what year it is today, and I can’t remember whose eyes or windows the young man once passed.
"Remember/remember the story/tell that we once knew each other/even if we are now separated and swallowed by time..."
Not too far but not too close, that bright and slightly melodious voice came over.
Past acquaintance?
Su Qianqian glanced at Liu Ruixuan and then towards the intersection. The girl with the fluttering skirt stopped and stood with her back turned, leaving only her back flying in the wind.
Past acquaintance?
The boy next to her never knew her.
There was never any image of her in his memory, only his sister.
This is also the reason why she can't do her sister's third wish and can't fulfill it.
To her, the boy beside her belonged only to her sister. In her heart, she always thought that way.
But now, she understands more clearly that this boy only has his cousin in his heart.
And she is like a passing cloud, oh no, a cloud in the sky that has never been seen before. It disappears with the wind and leaves no trace.
At this moment, she had no intention or intention to care.
Just like at the beginning, her unintentional run was not because of who Xiao Rui was to her. It was because of who Xiao Rui was to her sister.
But all of that disappeared with the departure of my sister in the summer of fifth grade.
There is no reason to tell those stories anymore.
She is, and can only be, Su Qianqian, she will never be Ouyang Fuqian!
"The unfinished story/hide the most touching explanation/regret has become the most beautiful love poem/only the unfinished story/hide the shadow of the most missed..."
There was a wind blowing by, and in the fragrant wind, there were some poignant lyrics.
Su Qianqian couldn't help but lower her head and nod, that's an unfinished story.
Regret becomes the most beautiful love poem?
No, the unfinished story made regret the deepest pain in her heart.
If possible, she hoped that she could come back early, stay with her sister, and accompany her on her final journey.
In August of that year, and in the autumn that followed, everyone was in a state of confusion, and their brains went blank, as if they were still in chaos.
She suddenly didn't know where to go, and she didn't know how to deal with the world alone.
After moving, while staying in that unfamiliar room, she caught a glimpse of the shelf full of green rose leaves next door, and realized that her parents had moved her next door to Jingyun Normal University.
My mother said that in that way, when I have free time from work, I can look up and see her in front of the window.
After Su Qianqian heard this, she began to smile and nod.
After pausing for a moment, her mother told her that if she wanted to relax, she could walk around the campus of Jingyun Normal University and see the life of college students.
Su Qianqian responded and nodded.
Throughout August, she didn't want to go anywhere and didn't go.
Sitting in front of the not-too-high window, I looked out from the balcony on the third floor and saw the green undulations in the wind. Occasionally, someone walked by the green leaves, disappeared from one end, and appeared from the other end.
It was as if I had gone through a self-hiding period, and then left, walking out of the green eyes.
Time passed by in such a flash, the originally clear eyes lost their luster, and the initial ups and downs in my heart were lost in the green eyes, gradually turning into a quiet lake with no water left.
A ripple.
As August came to an end, she thought over and over again that she wanted to visit her sister.
She knew clearly that day, it was a weekend, the sun was exceptionally bright, scorching the ground, and it was hotter than any summer in the past. She and her parents were sitting together in a black car driven by a middle-aged man with ordinary eyebrows.
Head southwest of Jingyun.
Large expanses of greenery impact the sight. A river more than 20 meters wide goes around the lawn. The water is clear, reflecting the blue sky above. In the gentle wind, ripples appear in circles. The clear water beside the river
The green water plants began to sway gently.
Open, open and flat.
The original haze and worries in Su Qianqian's heart faded away in an instant.
As I walked forward, I saw the areas neatly arranged in squares on the large lawn. They were lined up one by one. I couldn't tell how many were to the back and how many to the left.
They stopped in front of the sixth stone tablet in the fifth row.
Those familiar eyebrows, the slight smile between the eyebrows, and the slightly raised corners of the lips.
elder sister!
Su Qianqian's heart skipped a beat. Her sister was looking at her smiling from the black and white photo.
A gust of hot wind passed in front of me.
Su Qianqian suddenly remembered that there seemed to be no photos of her sister and old photos of her and her sister together.
On the fourth day after she returned home, she discovered that the photo album she had erected high in the corner of her book had disappeared.
She searched for a long time but couldn't find it.
Sitting quietly alone in a daze, I thought for a long time before I realized that my parents must have put it away.
The last thought about my sister was not left to her.
From then on, she no longer even had the right to look at things and think about people.
She can only recall silently in her heart, and then, looking at herself in the mirror, she slowly feels the distance between her sister and her. Even if she reaches the end of her life, even if she can only recall her, her sister will not disappear in her heart...
…
The singing voice not far away came again, interrupting Su Qianqian's short memories.
"Please remember/our stories/the wounds engraved deep in the soul/our favorite songs ring in our ears/those unfinished stories/hide the shadow of the most missing..."