Five years simulation three years first

From childhood to adulthood, at birthday parties, only Young Master Yu distributed the money in person, and no one was invited by others.

Feng Zhou: "At ten o'clock on Saturday morning, see you on Central Avenue next door to the school. I invite you to have dinner."

"I beg you, I—"

Feng Zhou continued on the other end of the phone: "By the way, I'll give you the IOU from last time."

Yu Shaochun suddenly lost his temper: "Didn't I say no to you for the money—"

"That's it." Feng Zhoufeng put down the last sentence lightly, "See you on Saturday."

During the few days of the holiday, Yu Shaochun and Feng Zhou occasionally liaised with each other, beating around the bush and trying to get someone to come to his house to accompany him.

But Feng Zhou didn't know whether he didn't understand, or he pretended not to understand. Every time, his grandmother called him to help him as an excuse to interrupt the conversation, and he gritted his teeth with hatred.

Originally, Yu Shaochun thought that Feng Zhou was a good boy who wouldn't play tricks, but he didn't expect that the child seemed to be enlightened, and he started to have a bad stomach.

On Saturday, Yu Shaochun arrived at Central Avenue on time, and immediately saw Feng Zhou leaning against the door and looking down at his phone.

He was still dressed in black, which made the exposed skin so white that it was almost transparent.

In fact, Feng Zhou had already noticed that this little classmate was clean and good-looking when he was bullied by Feng Zhou in the lecture. If they hadn't met under such circumstances, their previous memories should be much happier than now.

Maybe this person has already become a boyfriend.

Feng Zhou raised his eyes and saw him, put his phone back in his pocket and greeted him: "Morning."

Although it's only been a week since the holiday, Yu Shaochun felt that the days seemed like years: "Why do I feel like I haven't seen you for a long time?"

"It's only a week," Feng Zhou said, "There are still three weeks, and there is a long way to go, young master."

Ever since he found out that the Yu family was rich, Feng Zhou's address for him changed directly from Wannian's second child to "Young Master".

"Shall we eat now?" Yu Shaochun asked, "Is it too early?"

Feng Zhou raised his hand and glanced at his watch: "It seems to be a little early, so let's go to a movie."

He said it very casually, as if he really did want to drop by to see a movie suddenly.

See a movie?

Yu Shaochun looked at him with raised eyebrows: "What movie are you watching?"

"What to see."

Yu Shaochun followed behind him: "Are we dating?"

"Forget it," Feng Zhou said, "Forget it if you think so."

Yu Shaochun was in a complicated mood.

On the one hand, I was a little surprised by the fact that "Feng Zhou took the initiative to date me", on the other hand, I was a little unsure when he said "you think it's fine".

Then he saw the red tips of his boyfriend's ears, and then he understood—some thin-skinned person was embarrassed again.

Although it is a weekend, there are not many people in the cinema.The two picked a movie at random. After Feng Zhou bought the tickets, he sat in the rest area and played with his mobile phone while waiting for Yu Shaochun who was going to buy milk tea.

There were three people sitting next to him, two women and one man.

One of the women, who was dressed a little more plainly, arrived first, sitting near the wall, frowning, and tapped the glass table with her manicured hands, seemingly impatient.

She glanced at her phone and said sharply, "Now that we're all here, let's clarify this matter."

The small eyes of the man sitting across from him were full of displeasure: "Say what you want to say, why are you so loud?"

The woman next to the man was dressed gorgeously, stroked her dyed pink hair and said, "Sister, don't worry, didn't you come here today just for a showdown?"

"Showdown?" The simple woman's voice suddenly rose, "You little third young master is here to pretend to be a palace."

Feng Zhou frowned, turned his eyes away from the physics multiple-choice questions on the phone screen, and glanced at the three people next to him indiscriminately.

The man didn't feel guilty at all. When the two women were arguing, he still had time to watch short videos for a while, and his expression seemed to be somewhat smug.

The pink-haired woman sneered: "You can't have a son, and you have a younger brother at home. If I were your man, I wouldn't want you either."

The simple woman seemed to have been poked at the pain point, and her hand on the table convulsed instantly: "Is it amazing to be able to have a son?"

"It's better than you," the pink-haired woman blew on her fingertips, "It's all because of your belly."

Feng Zhou watched coldly, only thinking that this world is really wonderful.

Some people don't want children but they give birth to a boy, some people want a boy but they can't have one, some people somehow think that having a boy is more expensive than having a girl, and some people are blind because of a scumbag and ugly old man—such as the one in front of him , jealousy.

Humans are an amazing species.

Just as he was about to get up and stay away from the dispute, an ominous premonition suddenly passed through his mind.

The next moment, I heard a "crash".

Feng Zhou hurriedly turned his head, and saw that simple woman raised the hot cocoa in front of her, and all the drink in it was splashed on the pink-haired woman's face.

The man who was sitting very close to her just now pulled away in an instant and almost bumped into Feng Zhou.

"I let you use this face to seduce men!" The simple woman roared hysterically, "You vixen who suck human blood!"

The pink-haired woman was a little dazed by her splash, and when she regained her senses, she stretched out her hand and overturned the glass table in front of her.

The scumbag lost his composure just now, and bent over to get away from the two women.Feng Zhou was blocked by him, and when he regained consciousness, the table came directly towards him.

Suddenly someone pulled him back by the waist, barely getting past the flying table.

The table hit the ground headfirst, and the glass table top shattered.

The man behind him was terrified: "Crazy, are you fighting here?"

The simple woman glanced at the onlookers and burst into tears.

"What's the use of being angry with her?" Yu Shaochun said angrily, "Wouldn't it be settled if you two go and eunuch that man together? What kind of table are you swinging here? Didn't you almost hit someone?"

The staff who heard the news froze when they heard his words: "This, this customer, please don't instigate..."

Yu Shaochun glanced at him, pulled Feng Zhou and left this land of right and wrong.

"Is it lively and fun?" He asked, "If I come later, you will be beaten, do you know that?"

Feng Zhou looked at the worry in his eyes and sighed: "I know, but..."

"But what but? Are you short-hearted? Can you take care of your own affairs?" Yu Shaochun spoke in a serious tone, "Idiots just stand and watch the fun."

"I was wrong," Feng Zhou weighed the pros and cons, and felt that he couldn't explain it, so he had to admit it in time, "Don't be angry."

The two found a sofa with few people and sat down, and Yu Shaochun angrily stuffed the milk tea into his hands.

Feng Zhou turned the milk tea cup and saw the label "Seven fen sugar, less ice" on it. He was slightly taken aback, remembering something from before.

In a self-study class that just started this semester, Tang Qian and the others once urged everyone to order milk tea together.Feng Zhou didn't drink much, so he chose a full-sugar one at random.

But I didn't expect this one to be sweeter than other ones, and the full sugar almost killed him.

So when Yu Shaochun asked him if it was good, he shook his head decisively.

"Why do you order whole sugar?" Yu Shaochun said, "Try mine."

Regardless of Feng Zhou's refusal, he pushed over his untouched milk tea.

Feng Zhou couldn't refuse, so he took a sip, and unexpectedly found that it tasted much better than the whole sugar one.

"It would be nice if it was a little colder." He said casually at the time.

But I didn't expect his casual remarks to be remembered until now.

Feng Zhou stroked the wall of the cup of milk tea, and said sincerely, "I'm sorry, I really know I was wrong."

"Oh," Yu Shaochun said, "You better be."

When the two of them chose the movie, they didn't read it very carefully, they just chose the Mandarin language, and they didn't expect to choose a horror movie after picking and choosing.

It's a rerun of the horror movie.

As we all know, there are no ghosts in domestic ghost films, which is the same reason that there is no wife in wife cakes and no money in bank cards.

Yu Shaochun, a self-proclaimed tenth-level fan of horror literary works, frowned when he saw the title of the film: "Why is this?"

"you saw it?"

"I've seen it on bad movies list."

Feng Zhou thought he was joking at first, but fell silent after a while.

I don't know why this movie, although there are no ghosts, but the scale is surprisingly large.Within 10 minutes of the opening, the hero and heroine rolled onto the bed with their arms in their arms.

All of this can pass the trial, you can use some special effects to make two ghosts that can be seen, and he won't pass the trial?

Yu Shaochun coughed lightly: "That..."

He looked up, and saw Feng Zhou staring at the big screen fascinated.

"Does it look good?" Yu Shaochun asked him maliciously.

Feng Zhou came back to his senses: "Huh?"

After reacting, he looked away: "It's not good-looking."

"Then why are you taking it so seriously?"

"I haven't read it," he whispered, "Knowledge is blind, I want to study it."

Yu Shaochun blinked, feeling something was wrong.

Originally, he wanted to see Feng Zhou in distress, but for some reason, he told himself that he was a little ready to move.

The female ghost's face on the screen was suddenly magnified, which startled the audience. His charming thoughts shrank back quickly, and he was still scratching his heart in a corner of his heart.

Feng Zhou asked him, "What's wrong?"

He gritted his teeth: "Nothing."

All domestic ghost films are inseparable from the "approaching science" ending.The female ghost is an illusion, the zombie who smashed the door with an ax is also an illusion, and the blood overflowing from the bathtub is also an illusion. Only the love between the hero and heroine is not an illusion.

When the movie reached the credits list, Feng Zhou was still sitting where he was.

"What? Are you still interested in the female ghost with special effects?"

Feng Zhou shook his head: "I'm thinking about something."

"what is the problem?"

"Haven't seen this type of movie before, so I was wondering..."

He asked with a serious expression: "Do all horror movies have to have that kind of plot?"

Yu Shaochun held back a smile and asked: "What plot?"

"It's just...cough."

Feng Zhou looked away, with a hint of trying to cover up: "Forget it, it's not important."