Qingteng's Mind - Middle School Era

Chapter 511 The most romantic thing - rain before the eaves
I don't remember where I heard that sentence.

Everyone has doubts, at this time, if someone raises his arms in front of you, he will stand like a mountain in your heart.

Later that day, in that early October late autumn, Su Qianqian deeply experienced that feeling.

Grandpa Li became a towering mountain in her young heart, standing in her late autumn...

"You are Grandpa's granddaughter now, and your business is Grandpa's business." Grandpa Li said that with a smile in his eyes.

The corners of Su Qianqian's lips curled up, her eyes widened slightly, she glanced at Grandpa Li, then lowered her head, and took out the letter in her left pocket.

My sister has written!
Looking at the familiar font, Su Qianqian unconsciously pursed her lips and smiled again.

Received a fluttering letter, which was cut out of the clear sky: full of hope and longing for the future.

Principal Li glanced at the pink envelope and said with a smile, "What did you say?"

"Guess." Su Qianqian pursed her lips and smiled, waving the letter in her hand.

"En." Principal Li narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Su Qianqian, and paused seriously, "Are you sure?"

"Hee hee." Su Qian smiled and nodded, "Well, congratulations, you guessed it right."

"Really?" Principal Li suddenly became a little uncertain, with an unfathomable expression on his face, like a smile, with a feeling of indescribability.

What is this expression?
"Don't you believe me?" Su Qianqian blinked her big eyes, opened the pink envelope, took out a piece of blue letter paper, and stuffed the letter paper into Principal Li's hand: "Look, is it true?" of."

"Letter," Principal Li glanced at the letter paper stuffed in, and looked at Su Qianqian: "This is a letter, are you sure I can read it?"

"That's right." Su Qianqian reached out and grabbed a long strand of bangs in front of her forehead to play with, "Is there anything I can't see? Is there any little secret here?"

Ok?Principal Li raised his eyebrows slightly, glanced at Su Qianqian, and then lowered his head to glance at the blue letter paper in his hand, the handwriting is so beautiful, it looks like you have practiced it!

"Let's talk about it." Su Qianqian tilted her head, "Even if there is a secret, it is a secret shared by my grandfather and me. Let's see."

"Then I really watched it." Principal Li laughed and repeated, "Really?"

"Look, let's look." Su Qian shook her head, looked at Grandma Li and the messenger Uncle Wang who were not far away ten meters away, who were pruning flowers and branches, and then turned around after a while, "Look, Grandpa , I still need your help."

"Okay!" Principal Li responded, and held the blue letter paper back a little bit, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at it seriously.

Su Qianqian slightly turned her head away, and looked out of the courtyard gate, the light rain had gradually increased.

The rainy sky in the distance, a uniform sound, from far to near, the sky is gray and dark.

The wind pushes evenly distributed rain, pushing it from a distance, and taking it to a distance, brushing it in one direction.I saw a whole team of rain sweeping past the door, followed by another whole team of rain below.

I really like listening to this kind of rain, just like listening to Rostropovich's symphony orchestra playing Ravel's music. With a light wave of the baton from right to left, the instruments of each group are followed in a row. A group of notes of musical instruments swept over quickly and lightly, forming a beautiful phrase like that.

Some music is in pieces and in clusters, and so is the wind and rain. It gives you the strength and weakness formed by the direction and distance, rather than the increase or decrease of the sound theory formed by the fixed sound pattern and position.Therefore, it is so vivid and flexible, full of three-dimensional and layered beauty.

In that sound of rain, she remembered her sister again, and remembered the conversation she had with her that day.

My sister said: Going all out is a kind of spirit, a spirit of being proactive and always striving forward; it is an attitude, a kind of fluid reward, and it is the spirit of not being afraid of hardships and dangers, not making any excuses, and giving everything to complete the task. manner. "

She clearly remembered the situation that day.

She looked at herself in the mirror, and at her sister who was braiding her braids for herself in the mirror. Her hair was running back and forth in her hands, almost in a daze of amazement, a carefully braided braid was finished.

Then came the second one, the third one, and after finishing the three on the left, my sister moved to her right and continued to weave.

At that hand speed, she asked her sister, how long does it take to practice?

My sister laughed and said with a smile that since she was five years old, she has tied her own hair.

"Ah?" Su Qianqian smiled pretending to be surprised, blinked at herself and her sister in the mirror and stuck out her tongue, "Then I have been practicing for seven or eight years."

"That's not necessary. Look, isn't it very fast?" The elder sister stroked Su Qianqian's shoulders and looked in the mirror. "This is very simple, and the next one is even simpler. Watch it."

"Yeah." Su Qianqian responded and looked into the mirror.

My sister quickly braided the three small braids on the left and right to the back of her head, and said as she braided: "Put it in the back, then make two into one strand, tie it with a hair rope, and then braid it down into a small braid. Tie it down with a hair rope, and put on your favorite little butterfly hairpin."

"Look, isn't it pretty?" My sister took the small mirror from the table and compared it with the front and back. In the small mirror, a braid with a butterfly hairpin appeared.

"Pretty." Su Qian smiled, raised her hand and touched it, "Then I can practice with all my strength."

"Okay." After my sister finished speaking, she couldn't help but take off the little butterfly hair clip again, and quickly untied the little braid.

Su Qianqian: ...

She didn't say that she was going to learn it immediately!

Su Qianqian pursed her mouth, glanced at her sister in the mirror, then lowered her head slightly.

Ok.You can learn now.

My sister can correct it at any time.

Su Qianmei glanced at her sister, who had already sat aside, picked up the comb, and combed it in front of the mirror.

Su Qianqian turned her head slightly, looked at herself in the mirror, and carefully braided her hair.

"Not bad, I'm a quick learner." My sister laughed and looked in the mirror, "From now on, I don't have to wear a high ponytail every day, and I can change my hairstyle once in a while."

"Hee hee." Su Qianqian smiled sweetly, "When I finish braiding two, see if I have the talent for braiding."

"Hehehe." My sister laughed, "It really doesn't have much to do with talent, practice makes perfect."

Yes!

Practice makes perfect!

A gust of cool wind blew by, Su Qianqian blinked slightly, raised her hand to straighten the wind-blown hair on her forehead, and looked towards Grandpa Li, who was still reading the letter and hadn't finished it yet.

Su Qianqian turned her head slightly, and continued to look at the rain in front of the eaves, dripping down in lines, just like the rainy day in her memory.

In the sound of the rain, my sister told her that if you want to do things well, you must not only give full play to your strengths, but also go all out to improve yourself and get better every day.

I can't bear to let this rain stop, and I can't bear to approach the rain.But I just want to sit under the eaves and listen to it outside, fluttering in the distance, gradually approaching, and then gradually moving away, but then sweeping another row, fluttering and drizzling, just like a memory, ethereal and blurred .

(End of this chapter)