Five years simulation three years first

Yu Shaochun politely declined his uncle's request to help someone deliver things upstairs.

"How old are you, do you still need a gift from your parents?"

Yu Shaochun dropped a bold statement and reached out to pick up Feng Zhou's suitcase, his originally very comfortable expression suddenly distorted.

What is so heavy?Did he hide bricks in the trunk?

Feng Zhou got out of the car carrying another box, and bowed very politely to Uncle Yu Shaochun: "Thank you uncle."

"It's all right," Uncle Yu said, "It's my greatest gratitude for you to consider studying as a graduate student and come to our Chemical Institute to help us. We need talents like you."

He was leaning on the car and just about to light a cigarette, when the security guard in the door sentry box took a look at him with warning eyes, he was a little embarrassed to see him, and he put the cigarette back calmly.

Yu Shaochun waved to his uncle: "Come back, we will carry things up by ourselves."

Uncle Yu saw that he was starting to chase people away, so he could only turn around and go back to the car.

The red Honda is particularly conspicuous in the crowd of plain-colored cars, leaving behind a burst of exhaust gas and drifting away.

Yu Shaochun gritted his teeth, turned his head and said, "Xiao Feng."

"what happened?"

He weighed the box in his hand: "What did you stuff in it? Why is it so heavy?"

Feng Zhou frowned and thought for a while: "It may be a reference book that I think is valuable from 15 years to now."

He had tried his best to take out all the reference books he could, but about half of them were left at home, and he felt distressed when he thought about it.

Because that home might never go back to him again.

The phone vibrated. Feng Zhou took it out to take a look, and found that it was a text message from Feng Qingqing.

"I'm going to divorce with your dad next week. Who do you want to go with? Or wait for the court to judge?"

Cold and emotionless, as if talking to a stranger who is not related by blood.

Holding the mobile phone in one hand, Feng Zhou replied "No one will follow", and then neatly threw the number into the blacklist.

"If I just pick one at random," Yu Shaochun said, leaning on the suitcase, "Eat and drink for free and get paid every month, I like his powerlessness that doesn't like me and can't strangle me to death."

Feng Zhou smiled, pulled the suitcase and walked towards the dormitory building, the wheels slid across the floor tiles, making a "crack, cluck, cluck" sound.

There is a certain distance from the school gate to the dormitory building, and the two of them were not in a hurry, walking slowly in the shadow of the plane tree.

In the past two days, students have returned to school one after another. The deserted campus atmosphere of the summer vacation has gradually become lively. The sound of boys playing basketball on the playground was carried to the ears through the wind, and then slipped away quickly, dissipating into the distance .

Compared with the early summer, the cicadas' singing has weakened, and they lie on the tree trunk and whine with a bit of struggle, as if announcing the end of summer.

Feng Zhou narrowed his eyes and looked at the white asphalt road in the distance, and suddenly said, "Why didn't I realize that this road is so long before."

"The theory of relativity can be applied to everything," Yu Shaochun said, "For example, if I don't carry anything, I can walk with the wind as light as a swallow, and if I feel that the box in my hand is so fucking heavy, I will definitely feel that the road is very long... ..."

Feng Zhou looked at him with raised eyebrows: "Then you give me the box, and I can carry it myself."

Yu Shaochun immediately changed his words: "But walking with you will feel very short. Why did we go to the end so quickly? I really want to walk for two more hours!"

This person's ability to talk nonsense is really as good as ever, but it still doesn't prevent Feng Zhou from finding it funny after hearing it, and even the sudden sadness just disappeared.

"Can you do it?" he asked.

Yu Shaochun sneered: "I can do it, of course I can do it, there is no one better than me in the whole world."

In order to justify his name, the good classmate Yu Shaochun climbed three floors with a suitcase on his back, stunned passers-by.

When he reached the third floor, he immediately fell to the side, panting against the wall, his lungs were almost blown out, his arms and legs were trembling, and he felt that he would no longer have the strength to stand up again.

The door of dormitory 305 next door opened, and Tai Mei ran out in small steps, and gave Feng Zhou a huge hug: "Feng Xueba! Welcome to the student dormitory!"

Feng Zhou was also calming down his disordered breathing, he accepted his wolf-like hug unsuspectingly, took a few steps back, and almost fell down the stairs.

Yu Shaochun leaned against the wall, stood up staggeringly with his weak legs, and said harshly: "You, get down."

Tai Mei blinked and looked confused: "Ah? Where am I going?"

"Get off her body," he nodded Tai Mei, "within three seconds."

Tai Mei didn't know what he had done and was threatened by others, obediently and with a bit of fear, he took his paws off Feng Zhou's body, and brushed his clothes thoughtfully.

Feng Zhou's dormitory was just vacated in the last senior year of high school.Their current cohort had more than a dozen fewer people than the previous cohort, and there were even fewer people living in the school, so the extra dormitory was temporarily allocated to him.

Moreover, he is the only person living in this room, and there are three other beds vacant. There is plenty of space, so he can sleep wherever he wants.

When he first found out, he was actually relieved. After all, he is a well-known social horror person. It is like an extreme challenge for him to get along with a strange roommate from scratch.

The people in 305 next door have already returned to school. I heard that Feng Zhou will also come to live on campus this semester, and they live next door to their own. They are suddenly excited and share the forbidden snacks that they have hidden for many years, just like the holidays. Its name is to hold a welcome ceremony, but the purpose behind it is to take the opportunity to join in the fun.

School hasn't started yet, so Feng Zhou let them quarrel for a long time, and finally said slowly after six o'clock: "Have you finished your homework? Are you sure that the mock exam will start? Are you still playing?"

Upon hearing this, the overwhelmed few left quickly, collected the poker cards spread out on the table, and closed the door, leaving only the two of them in the dormitory.

There was a sudden silence around him, and Yu Shaochun sighed: "In the future, don't always learn when you live in the dormitory, and communicate more with those fools next door when you have time."

Feng Zhou stuffed a stack of supplementary books neatly into the bookcase: "Yes."

"Early to bed and early to rise, don't stay up too late, hair loss is easy at a young age."

"Yeah." Feng Zhou climbed onto the bed with a sheet.

"Be careful, remember to lock the door when you sleep at night, you know?"

"Ah."

"There's also eating, don't skip eating, eat more or you'll be hung up on glucose like the one in the first class."

"Ah."

Yu Shaochun looked up at him: "What else can you say besides 'um'?"

Feng Zhou was making the bed when he heard the words and lowered his head: "Oh."

"It's so perfunctory."

"You're so wordy," he said, "I'm not a child."

Yu Shaochun stretched out his hand to pinch his face: "You are just a child, a stubborn brat."

The last sunlight of the day shone in from one window, illuminating the fine dust flying in the room.The young man turned his back on the light and looked at him with a smile.

Feng Zhou's heart tightened, and he suddenly felt a little selfish, feeling a little belated heartache about the parting that would come sooner or later for no reason.

If he left, it would be very difficult to make such a fuss again.

Although his previous attitude towards "Yu Shaochun going abroad" was "it doesn't matter", this feeling of being about to part is like the pain of a rheumatism patient on a rainy day. Like needles, they invaded through the seams of the bones of the limbs.

If only it didn't matter.

But who will continue to maintain that "indifferent" attitude when facing the departure of a loved one?

After thinking about it, he climbed down from the upper bunk: "Fool, come here."

"Who are you calling a fool?" Yu Shaochun frowned, but still walked over as he said, "You are stupid, you are—"

A hand grabbed his collar roughly, pulling him forward, and then there was warmth on his lips.

No matter how intimate things were done, Feng Zhou still seemed clumsy about these things, and he gnawed at them recklessly, as if there was a bit of revenge and a bit of panic.

What is he afraid of?

Even Feng Zhou himself didn't know.

Maybe they are worried about the upcoming battle of the single-plank bridge in the last year, or maybe they are worried about the unpredictable future.

But now he is eager to prove that this person is by his side, within reach.

Yu Shaochun was caught off guard by the kiss, he stretched out his hand to easily restrain him, turning his back on the guest.The breaths of the two were entangled, and they trembled again and again.Fragments of light/breathing overflowed from the lips, speciously scattered in the orange sunlight next to it, and there was a layer of ripples called "ambiguous".

"Don't," Yu Shaochun's rationality came back in time, and he controlled his hands that were about to make trouble, "If you kiss again, something will happen."

But Feng Zhou still insisted on coming over.

"what happened to you?"

Feng Zhou didn't speak, took a deep breath, and rested his head on his shoulder.

Yu Shaochun felt that there was something wrong with his appearance, and was about to question him when he heard Feng Zhou sniff.

"Are you crying?"

"I didn't." Feng Zhou adjusted his emotions for a while, raised his head, and walked past him, "You heard wrong."

His attitude changed so quickly that Yu Shaochun was caught off guard.

"Are you upset? Or what?"

Feng Zhou took out the last stack of books from the box and looked back at him: "I'm fine."

But his eye sockets were still red.

"I'm almost done, you can go if you want," Feng Zhou began to order to evict the guests, "It's quite late, I have an exam at school tomorrow."

Yu Shaochun looked into his eyes: "Can you say it if you are unhappy?"

"I'm not unhappy," Feng Zhou said, "I'm glad to be able to move out and see their expressions."

After the two finished speaking, they fell silent, but the silence was deafening.

Yu Shaochun took a deep breath, took out his phone and sent a message to Shen Yingying, then locked the screen and looked up: "I won't be going back tonight."

Feng Zhou frowned: "Why?"

"Accompany you," he pulled him into his arms, "It's easy to be lonely and lonely on the first night of the stay, so I reluctantly stayed with you."