Five years simulation three years first

Life in the suburbs actually doesn't have too many activities. Feng Zhou doesn't feel bored after staying for a long time, but he is afraid that Yu Shaochun will be bored.

But the young master is not only not bored, he also enjoys helping grandma with work, from washing and picking vegetables to picking eggs from the chicken coop, he is very active.

When the sun was good in the afternoon, my grandfather moved a wicker chair and sat by the window to bask in the sun, holding a newspaper in his hand. After reading for a while, he became sleepy, his head tilted slightly, and his glasses slipped from the bridge of his nose.

Just as Feng Zhou was going to get a blanket for the old man, someone stepped in first.

...My boyfriend seems to be too attentive, right?

Although he helps in everything, in the final analysis, he is still not very good at doing housework and work, and the more he helps, the busier he becomes.

Grandma is a good person, and she can't say anything that will hurt people's self-confidence, so she can't help but hint at Feng Zhou frequently with her eyes.

Feng Zhou stretched out his hand expressionlessly, and pulled out the boyfriend who had jumped into the chicken coop, causing the hens to cluck and cluck, and dragged him out of the yard.

"What are you doing? Are you rebelling?"

"Take you out for a stroll," Feng Zhou said, "don't get in the way here."

Yu Shaochun was dragged out, and he still didn't forget to retort: ​​"I'm not in the way, I think I helped out pretty well—"

Feng Zhou was merciless: "Do you mean to pick off the undamaged vegetable leaves together?"

Yu Shaochun was silent for a while, and then argued: "You have to allow me to study and improve."

It was around four o'clock in the afternoon when they went out, the sky was still bright, the sun was shining brightly, showing half of its face on the other side of the mountain, and golden debris leaked from the treetops.

There is a river not far from this suburban house, and if you go further, you can vaguely see mountains and not-so-luxurious forests.

"Did you live here when you were a child?" Yu Shaochun asked.

Feng Zhou shook his head: "Occasionally."

"I thought you lived here a lot," he said, "after all your parents..."

He seemed to realize that he shouldn't bring up this matter, and hesitated to speak with some embarrassment.

Feng Zhou didn't care about it: "When I was younger, I ate at Chen Si's house, but when I was older, I made it at home by myself."

"You know how to cook at such a young age?"

"If you don't, you'll starve to death," Feng Zhou glanced at him, "Practice slowly and you'll get it."

"you......"

"how?"

"It's a miracle that you're still alive."

Someone Yu praised sincerely, and then got slapped by the people around him.

Feng Zhou lowered his head and unconsciously kicked small stones on the ground: "I forgot to ask you, which university do you want to go to?"

The cicadas were singing, and the sun was shining on the dry land.

"I wanna go......"

He looked up at Feng Zhou, then lowered his head again.

"what happened?"

Say or not?

The matter of Feng Zhou's family is settled, and half of the big rock in his heart has fallen, so can he tell him that he wants to go abroad?

Seeing that he hadn't spoken for a long time, Feng Zhou asked, "Is there a little secret?"

He shook his head.

"It's fine if you don't want to say it, do you want to go back?"

He still shook his head.

"Then what do you want to do?"

"Let me tell you something."

Perhaps Yu Shaochun's face was too serious, which made Feng Zhou nervous.

"Is something wrong?" he asked, "Don't worry, take your time."

Yu Shaochun looked at him with panic, sighed, and suddenly smiled: "Stupid."

"You silly."

"You stupid," he put his hand on Feng Zhou's shoulder, "Idiot, if I say I want to go abroad, will you stop me?"

Feng Zhou frowned: "You want to go abroad?"

He considered it for a while, and continued, "Maybe."

"It's impossible, can you get out?"

"It should be out," Yu Shaochun said, "it should be."

The chirping of cicadas around seemed to have suddenly quieted down, and the warm summer wind was blowing on the face, which made people feel a little bit of burning pain.

Feng Zhou asked softly: "If you leave, when will you leave?"

"It's spring. When school first starts, go there to study for a semester first."

He said so, it is estimated that it has been set.

spring.

next spring.

What were they doing last spring?The two sat under the willow tree that hadn't sprouted, each harboring ghosts, and harbored some evil thoughts about the other, but they couldn't say it out of face, so they could only wait.

Waiting for the other party to speak first, it seems that only in this way can it be considered that I have suffered an inexplicable loss.

Maybe it was because he was silent for too long, which made Yu Shaochun feel more uneasy.

"Don't you want me to go?"

Feng Zhou looked at him inexplicably: "Why don't I want you to go?"

"If I leave, I will be in a foreign relationship," he hung himself on Feng Zhou, "a foreign relationship is very miserable."

"Where is the tragedy?"

"Empathy and other things happen from time to time, don't believe it."

He paused and said softly, "If you don't want me to go, I won't go."

"Which university do you want to go to?"

"Imperial College."

Feng Zhou reached out and tapped his forehead: "Are you stupid if you don't go to Imperial College?"

really.

Yu Shaochun smiled, with a bit of bitterness in his smile.On the one hand, it was because his answer was exactly as he expected, and on the other hand, he was really reluctant.

How can you be willing?

Except for the oolong year when they met, the two never seemed to be apart for more than a week after they were separated.

Having this person around is already a habit, and it is very difficult to quit the habit.

"I don't want to go," he buried his head in the man's neck, "what will you do if I go?"

Feng Zhou was a little amused by his question: "I'm better at taking care of myself than you, right? Master?"

Just as Yu Shaochun was about to refute, he heard him say: "The opportunity is rare, grasp it in time."

But the opportunity to be with you is rare, which one do you want me to grasp?

He didn't ask, but just looked at Feng Zhou with a sad look.

Feng Zhou avoided his eyes: "Go back."

The vibe at dinner was as lively as it was in the morning.Although Yu looked like a big abandoned dog when he went out for a walk in the afternoon, he still didn't forget his purpose of making the old man happy and coaxed grandma to smile.

Grandma said to Feng Zhou: "You should learn from others, don't put on a straight face at a young age."

Feng Zhou scooped up a spoonful of porridge expressionlessly, and promised without sincerity.

After dinner, Yu Shaochun went back to the house after taking a shower with a feeling of upset, but he saw that Feng Zhou was not sitting at the desk studying, but leaning against the bedside with a book to read.

Seeing Yu Shaochun coming in, he closed the book and patted the seat beside him: "Sit."

"What?"

"Talk to you."

Yu Shaochun felt that his movements were a bit like a school teacher.

Feng Zhou rubbed the spine of the book, and he spoke after a while: "I just thought about it, you actually wanted to talk to me about this a long time ago, didn't you?"

"Ah?" Yu Shaochun froze for a moment.

"From... May?" He asked, "The time when Li Guohao said he was going abroad."

Do you remember all this?You are actually a fucking mobile hard drive, right?

"And what you asked me before that Chinese class."

He was indeed obsessed with ghosts that time and suddenly wanted to ask.

"The English competition a few weeks ago was actually an IELTS test? Did you pass it?"

"And Chen Si's recent problem-solving method is a bit strange." He glanced at someone who looked up at the sky, "Did you teach it? What's the purpose?"

Yu Shaochun coughed lightly: "I want to help him and let him take the exam to city B to accompany you."

Feng Zhou thought it was a little funny: "Why do you ask him to go to city B to accompany me for the exam?"

"Take care of you instead of me."

These words are a bit like a dog blood TV series at eight o'clock.

The "taken care of" took a deep breath: "Do I look like a person who can't take care of himself?"

Yu Shaochun nodded, then shook his head again.

"Yes, young master," he said with a slight coolness in his tone, "everything has been arranged, and it's late at the end of autumn before you tell me, don't you think you are very selfless and great?"

"No......"

"Do I look like I'd be vexatious about letting you go?"

Yu Shaochun looked at the snow-white ceiling, and said in his heart that I am reluctant to tell you, as long as I want the parting to come later.

But he didn't say a word, but quietly reached out and clasped the wrist of the person next to him.

"I was wrong."

"It's useless," Feng Zhou pulled out his hand, "Go move yourself."

Yu Shaochun stared at him blankly, and said after a while, "I want to tell you, but I don't know how to say it."

"That's all."

"I'm afraid you will feel bad."

"Do you remember the increase in entropy mentioned in "Creed"?" Feng Zhou said, "Therefore, perpetual motion machines do not exist, and nothing is eternal. We, not just us, everyone will usher in changes and parting .”

"But I want the parting to come later."

Feng Zhou looked at his eyebrows against the light, and suddenly smiled: "Childish."

"Not childish," he said, "I won't go if you don't let me go."

"really?"

"real."

Feng Zhou looked into his eyes: "Then I let you go? Will you go?"

He doesn't speak.

"How wonderful Imperial College is," Feng Zhou said softly, "I will look down on you if you don't go."

Yu Shaochun leaned down and kissed his lips lightly.

"Then I'm gone and you can't forget me," he said.

"I won't forget you."

With a slight gasp in his voice, he repeated: "Remember me."

The lights were turned off suddenly, the summer insects chirped, and the moonlight came in through the curtains, outlining a hazy scene on the ground.

The old bed board creaked, mixed with vague and somewhat ambiguous sobs, like knocking over the perfume named "Emotion" in the dark, creating a warm color in the night.

The teenager's muscles were tense, whether it was from pain or nervousness, the corners of his eyes were blushing, he half-squinted his eyes to look at his lover, and held back the breath/breath that was about to overflow his mouth.

I...why don't you want you to remember me?

The rapid breathing hit his ears like a wave, making him feel like his skin was on fire, and the strange and overwhelming pleasure beat his nerves——

Please remember me, I tried to love you.

Remember me on the other side of the ocean you choose.

I wish my boy that he can go wherever he wants to go and do whatever he wants to do smoothly forever.

The author has something to say: I think farewell is actually a hurdle that cannot be avoided in the process of growing up in life.But in fact, "goodbye" has two meanings, meeting again and seeing you again.If fate is enough, then no matter how far away or how long, even if separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, we will definitely meet again if we want to see each other

The ending must be heha_(:з」∠)_