Qingteng's Mind - Middle School Era

Chapter 500 The Most Romantic Thing - Fallen Leaves
Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, the eleventh holiday is over.

Time passed very slowly, so slowly that it was mid-to-late October, and the poplars in late autumn were slowly turning yellow. She had already put on the pink sweater Grandma Li knitted for her, and she still hadn't waited for her sister to reply .

A sudden light rain, after dripping, the fallen leaves all over the place rendered the whole October.

When I went out early in the morning, I was hit by a fallen leaf. When I looked up, a drop of rain fell into my eyes instantly.

Walking on the poplar leaves all over the ground after the rain, smiling and collecting, after the light raindrops, I lowered my eyebrows and bowed my head.

Su Qianqian couldn't help but speculate: Could it be that he wrote the address wrong?Or the little brother who delivered the letter sent the letter by mistake?
Otherwise, two weeks have passed, why, haven't I received a reply from my sister?

Su Qianqian clearly remembered that Grandma Wang in front of the bookstall once said: The slowest time in the whole country is seven days, and the slowest time to arrive in Jingyun City is three days.

So what now?

A gust of wind blows, cool and sharp!
Su Qianqian couldn't help but fight a cold war.When she just went out, she was a little stubborn, and walked out alone without an umbrella or a thick coat.

I suddenly wanted to go to the intersection by the village to have a look. Would the little brother who delivered the letter not know the address of Grandpa's house?
Go two steps forward on the right side of the path.The wind blew, carrying a few drops of rainwater left on the leaves, slipped down, and flung them on her face.

Su Qianqian shivered for a while, hugged her shoulders, and looked at the intersection ahead, it was a little cold!

The small white poplars on both sides of the road swayed in the wind, straightening up for a while and bending down again.

The leaves have already turned yellow and withered, and there is no new green to be found.After a rainy night, the wind blows and shakes the dry coldness of a tree, and cuts up the fantasy about warmth in yesterday's memory. I am too lonely to write a decent story.

Walking alone on this cold path, listening to the sound of my own footsteps, I suddenly felt a cool feeling in my heart: Sister, you won't forget her, right?

No, no, no, Su Qianqian immediately denied the idea, sister won't.

My sister said that she is my sister's only sister and the closest person to my sister!
In a sudden moment, his foot slipped, Su Qianqian came back to the ground, looked at the road under his feet, but unexpectedly found a fallen leaf, a green leaf mixed with a pile of dead leaves, slightly glowing Silky Rehmannia.

Looking at the fallen leaves all over the ground, I suddenly thought of the slow-voiced sentence: Looking for and looking, deserted, desolate and miserable... The most difficult thing to breathe, yellow flowers piled up all over the ground... The phoenix trees are even more drizzle, until the Dusk, bit by bit...

The feeling of loneliness and bleakness came to my heart in an instant.

Su Qianqian blinked slightly, why didn't she realize that when it rains, it is so cold, lonely and desolate?
Sighing softly, he looked forward and walked over.

After passing by, he couldn't help turning his head, turning back, and picking up the fallen leaf.

Pick up that fallen leaf and hold it in the palm of your hand, like holding a warm memory.

That is a green leaf!
After the yellowing and cold rain, I picked up a green leaf!
Memory is the undissolved cloud above the head, the faint sunshine soaked in a halo, and the fragrance of a leaf that suddenly stretched out the whole late autumn to her.

What is contained in her heart is the memory of a green leaf. Its green color can find the deep and deep memory in her heart.

In that kind of memory, there is an extremely gentle girl, holding a poetic little umbrella, swaying pieces of green, walking gently in the long rainy alley of her memory.In the morning or at dusk, the footsteps of splashing water are always her most beautiful music.

So beautiful, and the leaf bookmark in her thick book.

Books are her favorite; Ye is that girl—Ouyang Fuqian, her sister's favorite.

Holding that green leaf is like holding the most precious treasure in the world.

In all the memories of the past, my sister opened an umbrella for her to block all the ups and downs!

But now, she was left alone in the mist after the rain had melted all over the sky.

The heart is like a net, with thousands of knots in it.

Taking a look at the fallen leaves with distinct veins in her hand, Su Qianqian sighed slightly in her heart!
In order to satisfy my little curiosity, I traveled [-] kilometers to this strange place.

After the cold rain, in the cold wind, walking at the cold intersection, looking at the cold and thick cloudy moon above the head, I suddenly felt a little at a loss: the current self, the present Is it also like the fallen leaves in late autumn after the rain, drifting and falling alone?
A cool wind blew by.

Su Qianqian shrunk her neckline and looked in the distance, towards the direction of the market town: the line of sky and sky was so thick that she couldn't take her eyes off it.

There was no one on the road, and the poplar trees on both sides of the road swayed with the wind. From time to time, fallen leaves slipped past the eyes, fluttered and fell to the feet.

Su Qianqian's heart suffocated, and she thought of her sister again.

I don't know what my sister is doing at the moment.

Are you still leaning against the window reading a book?Or will she be like her, watching the rain from the window, or go to the garden where they used to enjoy the flowers together, watching the raindrops fall?Or, when you are tired from reading, or looking at flowers, occasionally, you will think of her in your heart?

Many people say that she and her sister look alike, but sometimes, she thinks that she may be her sister's shadow, and they all say that they are like a shadow.

Did I make a mistake in the first place?
Looking at the smoky road in the distance, Su Qianqian's heart became heavy.

Time and time engrave the overlapping sleepless days, the distance between people and shadows cannot be shortened, and the distance between the present and the past cannot be shortened, but the memory still exists.

Those once fragrant singing voices and melodious chords floated in the green sky, opening up the green mountains and plains in the depths of memory, and extending the call a thousand times, to find their long-awaited sound.

How much I want to go back to the original green with the people in my memory, to reread the vividness and beauty of the past moments, to see the beautiful and poetic lyric poems in the garden at that time, to relive the small dreams we shared together at the beginning.

However, she seems to have lost her way suddenly, unable to find the exit leading to that original dream.

On the road, there is no one there, and the fallen leaves are still falling with the wind. The whole village has become a symbol of memory.Looking up, a drop of rain fell, dripping on her face, eyes and eyebrows when she looked up.

A gust of wind blows past, cool.

Su Qianqian blinked her eyes slightly, and found that the corners of her eyes became moist.

I don't know if it's rain or tears.

He lowered his head and slid down.

It slid onto the leaf that had just turned yellow in his hand.

Are you also like the fallen leaves in the rain?
Su Qianqian thought like that, let the cool wind blow by, let the cool and sharp raindrops slide down.

"Shallow."

A voice came from behind.

Someone is calling her!
Su Qianqian blinked her eyes, sniffed slightly, raised her hand to wipe the corners of her eyes, and turned her head away...

(End of this chapter)