From the Iberian Peninsula, which was shrouded in a Mediterranean climate, to the Yangtze River Delta, which was swept by a tropical monsoonal climate, the different temperatures and humidity nurtured different mountains, rivers, and people.
After the Su family moved out of the original small garden, they moved into an alley with black bricks and tiles. The bluestone streets were preserved in this gentle city. The regulations to protect ancient buildings made this place a different scenery.
Not long after the rainy season, plums from Jiangnan began to slowly appear on the market. Su Qingjia preferred this bite of sour and sweet plums. The fresh and tender red color matched with the green leaves that were connected when they were picked. The dew was still rolling on the leaves. With a bite, the red juice flowed from the teeth to the tip of the tongue, and every inch of the taste buds was wrapped in taste.
Other than fresh food, it could also be made into refreshing sour plum soup. On a hot summer day, such a bowl was guaranteed to be cool and refreshing. It was simply appetizing and greasy.
Grandma Su was an expert at making sour plum soup. When the season came, she would find an old farmer who came to the city to buy a lot of plums. She would eat the big and plump plums while they were fresh, make the sour plum soup with the less colorful plums, and marinate the small plums to make a jar of plum wine.
Although the doctor had told her not to drink too much, Grandma Su was still reluctant to take away this northeastern man's little hobby. Although she was usually strict, when there was a happy occasion, she would let her husband drink a few glasses to satisfy his craving.
After returning to China, everything was new to Su Qingjia. The scenery that she had not seen for more than ten years made her feast her eyes. The broken bridge had not been filled with rubbish by the onlookers, and the weeping willows were still growing healthily.
Time had not only brought development to the city, but also annihilation.
Grandma Su had already gotten many colorful umbrellas from an old man who made umbrellas in the alley. The craftsman of the umbrella was an old craftsman who had been making umbrellas for many years. He had been an apprentice since childhood and had been opening and closing umbrellas for his entire life.
The umbrella covers were made of oilpaper, the umbrella ribs were made of bamboo, and with Old Master Su's exquisite brush, the handle was carved with fine patterns. These oilpaper umbrellas were like works of art.
Although Su Qingjia was still not used to the rainy weather in Hangzhou, she still liked to hold these oil-paper umbrellas. Walking on the path paved with bluestone slabs, it was as if she could meet the melancholy and melancholy Miss Ding Xiang.
It was a free day, so Grandma Su brought Su Qingjia back to her old school. The primary school was not big, and a few short teaching buildings were mixed in with the high-rise buildings that had been built or were under construction. The Boston ivy had already crawled all over the shady wall. Su Qingjia ran over and plucked a leaf. It was the size of a copper coin, and the edge was a little red.
"You used to like picking the leaves here the most. Now that you're back, you're still picking the leaves.”Grandma Su patted her granddaughter's head." If you ask me, it's a good thing you left early. Otherwise, you would have plucked all the leaves. A straight male goddess system."
Her words were full of ridicule. There were too many hardships in life. Grandma Su had learned the art of language early on and joked to enlighten herself and others.
Su Qingjia pouted her little mouth and pretended to be unhappy. She said coquettishly,"Grandma, how can you say that to me? Can I pick all these leaves?”
Grandma Su replied," Okay, okay, okay. I was wrong. I was wrong at all. Actually, I can't bear to see you leave."”
Grandma Su was an authentic Hangzhou native. Her voice was soft and graceful. Even after living with a man from Northeast China for a lifetime, she had not forgotten her local accent.
Su Qingjia's heart ached when he heard her say that she couldn't bear to part with him. He didn't know how to reply.
Seeing that her obedient granddaughter was standing there without saying anything, Grandma Su held Su Qingjia's hand and continued walking forward." Grandpa and Grandma can't bear to part with our dear granddaughter, but Qingjia, Grandma hopes that you can go further. As long as you live well, it's good. Remember to smile every day. Don't think too much and worry too much."”Grandma Su changed the topic." Qingjia, I heard from your mother that you're very good at piano now. Is that right?"”
Su Qingjia blinked his eyes hard to make his tears retreat. He said happily,"Yes, Grandma. I'm learning piano from Grandpa Louis now. I'm very good at it."
"Our Qingjia is really amazing. Grandma will make you delicious food when we go back to reward you.”Grandma Su smiled.
"Grandma, I'll show you when I'm good.”
"Okay, okay, okay. Grandma will wait."
Su Qingjia skipped to the front and turned around."I'm going to perform in Beijing in the future. Grandma, I want to invite you to sit in the VIP seats.”
"Grandma doesn't know, but if Grandma can see you on the Spring Festival Gala, Grandma will be satisfied, just like Fei Xiang.”
Grandma Su's favorite celebrity was called Fei Xiang. Old Master Su was especially unhappy because his wife had put up posters in the room, side by side with their wedding photos. To show his determination, Old Master Su even left home firmly and said that his wife would not come back until she took off the posters.
Of course, in the end, this stubborn old man was not firm for a few days before he was caught by the smell of good wine and food at home. He could not move his feet and moved his things back with a red face.
Grandma Su had long known that Grandpa Su lived in the south of his old comrade. He hadn't gone far at all, so she wasn't in a hurry to find him. She pondered for a few days, pickled the drunk crab, and opened the wine jar. Didn't her husband come back by himself?
However, in the end, the poster of Fei Xiang was taken down, but Grandma Su still liked it.
Grandpa Su was happy for a few days and wanted to run away from home again. This time, he wanted to go further away because Grandma Su had bought a lot of tape and played it every day. Although he could no longer see it, it was especially hard for him to listen to it. However, later on, he successfully fell into the trap and became a fan of Fei Xiang.
Old Master Su was too embarrassed to tell anyone.
After returning from school, Su Qingjia went to the study room to practice her calligraphy. This was what Grandpa Su had requested. He had practiced for more than twenty years in his previous life and hadn't fallen behind even after his rebirth. His writing strength hadn't improved much, but Su Jingkang's comments had a little more sense.
As she practiced, Su Qingjia suddenly remembered Carlos telling her a month ago that he wanted her to give him a Chinese name. Although he was a little puzzled, Su Qingjia still agreed. Now that he suddenly remembered, he couldn't think of anything.
She was not satisfied with the many words she chose, and she did not know what Carlos 'surname was.
The strange auntie felt that the little golden retriever had really given her a big problem.
Su Qingjia looked at the three Chinese characters he had written on the rice paper and was a little confused.
She wondered how Carlos was doing after so long. Was he happy? Did he grow taller?
Unknowingly, this young man had become an important part of her life. Perhaps this was the so-called fate. They had crossed the geographical barriers, crossed the racial differences, and crossed the language barrier to meet. Su Qingjia thought that she did not know what kind of future this small accident on the road to rebirth would bring her, but she realized that it did not seem too bad at the moment. the Evil King absolutely spoiled Crazy Concubine.
At least, Carlos had grown up well in La Masia. She had learned to pursue her dreams from this young man.
That was great.
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Time passed quickly. Su Jingkang's holiday was coming to an end, and he was about to return to Spain.
Su Qingjia brought more luggage than when she came because Grandma Su had made a qipao for her to wear until she was 12 or 13 years old. She had two of them from summer to winter.
Su Qingjia left wearing the pinkish cheongsam. The delicate edges and exquisite embroidery were all condensed from the old man's heavy love. In the days of waiting, making clothes became her hope. Then, she sewed hundreds of gorgeous clothes, sewing her years and her tears.
"The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wanderer. Before leaving, I was afraid that I would come back late. Who said that the heart of an inch of grass can repay the three spring sunshine?”
Su Qingjia opened the window and said goodbye to the two old men. All the words he said turned into tears in his eyes.
When the car drove far away, Su Qingjia was still trying to wave his hand, but the old man was long gone.
Perhaps there were thousands of reasons for each parting, but there was always only one way home.
After another long flight, Su Qingjia didn't have the time to feel sorry for the extra luggage cost. The child's strength had long been exhausted from crying, and he fell asleep as soon as he boarded the plane.
When the plane landed and he opened his eyes again, he was already back at Anprat Airport.
In September, the sky of Barcelona was still blue, echoing the color of the Mediterranean Sea.
Su Qingjia took a deep breath and once again felt the salty and moist air. The familiar scent mixed with the fragrance of plums had long been on the other side of the distant Earth.
Su Qingjia pushed the luggage all the way to the exit of the airport. From afar, she saw Carlos 'golden hair. It was too eye-catching. This little brother was wearing something that looked like a formal suit today.
When they got closer, they realized that Carlos was wearing an elegant suit. The smooth cut showed off his long legs, and the black tone made him look even more heroic.
Carlos walked up and greeted Ming Ling and Su Jingkang, then very naturally helped Su Qingjia push Li.
Su Qingjia was naturally very happy, so he leisurely let go and said,"Why are you here to pick me up? Aren't you training today?"
"I came because I knew you would be back today. Don't worry, I asked for leave from the coach.”Carlos loosened his bow tie. The tight collar made the teenager's throat dry, but thinking about Oleg's words, he put it back on.
Carlos took advantage of Su Qingjia's lack of attention and glanced at his hair at the stainless steel reflective part of the bulletin board. Well, very good. He had waited for the whole morning and it was not messy. It was not in vain that he did not scratch his head.
He looked at his outfit and realized that he didn't disappoint Oleg. He wanted to be handsome and tall.
Carlos summoned his courage and said to Su Qingjia,""Su Qingjia, I miss you."
Su Qingjia was a little confused.
F * ck, did she oversleep? Why did she hear Carlos say a string of Chinese to her? Or a love story version?
She suddenly wanted to be alone.
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