Five years simulation three years first

Feng Zhou's grandmother's house is not too close to the urban area, and it takes more than three hours by bus.

The two were catching the last bus, and there were not many people on the bus. They were all social animals who went to visit their family members on weekends. After a day's work, they held their bags in their hands and dozed off bit by bit.

Yu Shaochun whispered exaggeratedly: "Wow, is this the legendary bus?"

"Small clothes," Feng Zhou said, "You obviously sat in the art festival before."

"Different."

He whispered to Feng Zhou: "This is to meet the parents."

He sat by the window and looked into the distance. The setting sun sank behind the horizon, and the dark blue curtain met the orange-pink curtain, creating an indistinct variegation.

Yu Shaochun looked at it for a while, then suddenly stretched out his hand to gesture to him: "Look at this composition, isn't it very beautiful?"

Feng Zhou didn't understand the so-called "composition", but he said that good-looking is good-looking, so he nodded.

"Forget it, you don't understand even if you tell me." He looked at the clearly written "ignorant" in the bully's eyes, smiled, and put down his hands.

Feng Zhou was silent for a while and asked him, "Where can I learn this?"

"what?"

"I mean," he repeated, "where do you learn about composition?"

Yu Shaochun looked at him: "Why are you so funny."

Feng Zhouzhou had a serious face: "I'm serious."

"It's not where you learn it," he said, "it's art, you have to understand it, and you will understand it when you understand it thoroughly."

With so many subjects, Feng Zhou didn't have a partial subject, except for the addition of "art", which basically added a sense of loneliness.

He tilted his head and watched the sunset for a long time, but he couldn't figure out what the beauty of the "composition" was, so he could only sigh slightly.

"What are you sighing for?"

"I don't understand," Feng Zhou said, "It's a bit uncomfortable."

Yu Shaochun reached out and rubbed his head: "It's not uncomfortable, what is there to be uncomfortable about?"

"Because something outside of my knowledge base appeared, it was a bit uncomfortable."

Since he was a child, he has been unwilling to fight unprepared battles. If something is beyond the scope of his understanding and control, it will definitely make him feel a little uneasy.

Yu Shaochun thought for a moment and asked him, "Do you know why you have obsessive-compulsive disorder and cleanliness?"

"Maybe it's because of my mother...Feng Qingqing," he said, "She is obsessive-compulsive and cleanliness, so I am too."

Yu Shaochun shook his head: "It's not just because of this."

"Why else?"

"Because you are too strict with yourself," he said, "that's why you don't allow yourself to be 'imperfect' in the slightest, and that's your problem."

Feng Zhou lowered his eyes: "Maybe."

He looked at the soft black hair in front of him: "Aren't you tired from being tense all the time? Take a rest."

Feng Zhou did not speak, but cast his gaze out of the window.

Flying birds flitted across the horizon, leaving behind a row of black shadows.The evening wind blew in through the half-opened car window, and the hair brushed against his face, making it itchy.

After a while, he said softly, "I want to rest too, but I can't stop."

The high-intensity life has long squeezed and squeezed his nerves, until a short section with great tension can be tied to the unbroken reason.

"Then learn to relax from now on," Yu Shaochun said, "You will be even more tired in the third year of high school if you continue like this, and I won't be there to give you psychological counseling."

"Ok?"

Feng Zhou caught the last sentence and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Why can't you do it?"

Yu Shaochun looked into his eyes, and suddenly wanted to tell him about the family's plans, but the words froze again, and only turned into a sigh.

"I mean what if."

Feng Zhou looked at him for a while: "You have a secret."

"Yeah, I have a secret," Yu Shaochun put his hand around his waist with a playful smile, "Don't you also know this secret?"

"what?"

"I like your secret."

Although there were not many people in the car and the two of them spoke very quietly, Feng Zhou was still caught off guard by his straight ball again.

"You've said it many times."

He paused, and added: "Actually, you don't need to say it so many times."

I already know that you like me, but I'm afraid that I'm not good enough to kill your liking.

Yu Shaochun didn't agree, he lowered his head and leaned into his ear, provocatively said "I like it".

He always felt that no matter how many times he said he liked it, it was not enough.It seems that as long as I say it a few more times, I can make up for all the love owed to him by my family and people around me over the past ten years.

Feng Zhou watched the sunset finally sink completely, and the moon rose, showing half of his face on the treetops, so he said in a somewhat joking tone: "Artist, what about this composition?"

Yu Shaochun looked at it for a while, and said that as long as it is a composition of nature, there are not many bad ones.

"Why did you study science?"

Feng Zhou thought that he was a typical "science man" just like himself, but after getting in touch with him, he realized that "romantic" and "freedom" were deeply embedded in this man's bones, like the legendary flying bird that would never land. Zutiao will not stop until he finds his ideal land.

"Because science is very romantic," he said. "Gravity, quantum mechanics, organic synthesis, biological evolution, aren't they all rational romance?"

Feng Zhou was slightly taken aback.

It was the first time he heard someone use "romantic" to describe the dogma of the science world.

He did not expect that the boring logic and formulas in the eyes of others would be evaluated as "romantic" one day.

"Physics is the study of the principles of things. Chemistry is the study of change," he said. "Don't you think the composition of the world itself is very romantic?"

Think about it carefully, the wind, frost, rain and snow, the ebb and flow of the tide, the cycle of the four seasons, every change can be explained by the logic and nature of science, but it can still be explained by the description and analysis of liberal arts.

Feng Zhou sighed softly: "You are an artist."

"True artists are born in Holland and die in France."

I don't know if it was the influence of the cake at night, but the concentration of "Van Gogh" in the conversation between the two of them today is a bit too high.

"Do you like him that much?"

"It's not that I like it, it's just that I appreciate it," Yu Shaochun said, "Others say he is withdrawn and weird, but I think he is very gentle."

Feng Zhou looked at his half-dark profile, and his heart skipped a beat.

Some things in Yu Shaochun's character are very similar to Van Gogh's paintings.Freedom, love, romance, no matter which one is hot, it makes his soul burn with heat.

Chen Si said that he was like an iceberg, and he had been covering it for almost ten years before he warmed it up a bit. It was not easy to be true, and he could be called the old man of the court. How could he be preempted by a person who had just known him for a year? Ranked first.

He thought about it for a while, and at first he thought it might be because this person was too annoying, he was around him every day, and he wanted to pull him into the hustle and bustle with a smile.

But when I thought about it later, maybe it was more because of the soul that was very similar to me but completely different in some places.

Feng Zhou thought about these twists and turns for a long time, and finally heaved a sigh in his heart.

The great artist didn't know that the people around him praised him silently in their hearts, and they were still staring at the swaying tree shadows outside.

Feng Zhou patted him on the shoulder and concluded his statement: "You are fine."

Yu Shaochun, who was issued a good person card, was puzzled: "Did you think I was not good before?"

Feng Zhou took a deep look at him, and said in his heart that I didn't mean it that way but I couldn't explain it, just pretend you understand and don't ask.

It was just after nine o'clock and ten o'clock before the bus came to a slow stop beside the station, emitting black exhaust.

The air in the suburbs is much fresher than that in the city, and the stars in the sky can be vaguely seen.The path has not been decorated too much, it is a natural and simple dirt road, the grass on both sides is growing wildly in the midsummer evening wind, and insects can be faintly heard.

"This kind of place is great," Yu Shaochun said, "It's good to live here after retirement."

"The last time you planned your life at work, this time you planned your retirement life?" Feng Zhou felt that his thinking was a bit ahead of his time.

"It's always right to think about it."

Yu Shaochun became interested and really started to plan his retirement life: "I really like this place, I will buy a house with a yard in the future, raise a dog and a cat..."

Feng Zhou answered: "Grow vegetables in the yard, go home and watch the dogs and sons quarrel."

Yu Shaochun was a little surprised: "How do you know what I'm going to say?"

"You told me last time," Feng Zhou glanced at him with some disgust, "Don't you remember?"

"I don't remember," Yu Shaochun said, "I just remember that I want to be with you, and I can't remember the rest clearly."

Feng Zhou was helpless against his skill point, which can throw out love words with just a few words, and frowned: "Stop talking pretty words."

The two old people went to bed early, so they could only go home in the dark from the backyard.Feng Zhou opened the door of the tool room with a key, and a ray of moonlight poured down, illuminating the somewhat cramped space.

"Why do I feel like I'm here to have an affair?" Yu Shaochun whispered, "Beauty, come and give the uncle a kiss."

Feng Zhou locked the door with a stern face, refusing to answer his crap.

The old house was a small duplex. Feng Zhou's room was upstairs, next to the study room, not as big as the one in Zhongshan Garden, but fortunately, the lighting was good, and the room was full of golden yellow at one or two o'clock in the afternoon.

"Am I not allowed to move casually?" Yu Shaochun remembered the "rules" when he went to Feng Zhou's house before, "Where are you? Why don't you turn on the lights?"

"Don't worry."

Feng Zhou's voice sounded in a dark room.

Then a handful of warm yellow lights shone brightly on the table.

"This is……"

Yu Shaochun froze in place.

On the table is a hand-made model house, which is housed in a transparent plastic cover, and a lot of tools are scattered around it, and it seems that it has not been completed for a long time.

The house is a small duplex with a garden and a pond. There are wicker chairs and grape trellises in the yard.The light shines through the windows of the room and sprinkles on the green lawn.

It is roughly similar to the "ideal mansion" that only existed in his description before.

"Fortunately, I came back in time. This is your birthday present," Feng Zhou said, "Happy birthday...boyfriend."

Yu Shaochun didn't speak.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Feng Zhou felt a little uneasy: "Don't you like it?"

"No," he said softly, only feeling the insects singing outside hit his heart along with the night wind, "I like it very much, very much."