Five years simulation three years first

WeChat buzzed, and a dialog box popped up:

"What to do about bruises? Mongolian medicine old doctor Fang taught you these tricks."

Before it stopped for a while, another dialog box popped up:

"Hundred days of injury, these wonderful remedies are indispensable!"

Feng Zhou opened it with a dark face, not surprisingly, he found that it was Yu Shaochun's time to push the expert's small lecture every day on time.

That day he finally had a fever, and Yu Shaochun sent him home. After boiling water and buying medicine for a long time, he woke him up and returned home after taking the medicine.

The next day Feng Zhou woke up and found a post-it note on the back of his hand. On the post-it note were Yu Shaochun's flamboyant handwriting, reminding him to drink plenty of water, wash his hands, sunbathe, take medicine, and be a healthy young man.

Logically speaking, he was very grateful to Yu Shaochun, and even felt a little guilty. After all, the other party is also considered a seriously ill patient, and he has to deal with these miscellaneous things with a back injury.

But these thanks and guilt came to a successful conclusion the next morning after WeChat was bombarded by Yu Shaochun's small lecture hall on health preservation.

He swiped across the chat history, tried his best to put down a kind smile calmly, and resisted the urge to block this fairy.

"Zhou Zhou, pack up and get ready to go."

Feng Zhou took a deep breath, and the good mood just now disappeared.

He carried his schoolbag on his back and followed Feng Qingqing downstairs.

Zhou Wanjin started the car long ago, lowered his head and didn't know who he was texting, anyway, he didn't even glance at the two people who just came downstairs.

A family is more like three strangers.

Today is the New Year's Eve, and the three of them will pretend to be a model, a good family and a warm family. The three of them will go to grandma's place for a New Year's Eve dinner.

At this time of year, Feng Zhou always feels physically and mentally exhausted acting with the two of them.

What's the point?Leaving sooner or later, he doesn't need his father or mother, and he can go far away in one year, fly far away in the exam, and maybe never come back.The only concern is grandma and grandpa, which may be the motivation for him to come back occasionally.

Feng Zhou looked at his left hand, which had been bandaged off.

Although it was no longer as swollen as scary as before, there was still a large bruise.But neither Feng Qingqing nor Zhou Wanjin asked how he hurt his hand.

The two of them seemed to treat their home as a hotel, they came and went in a hurry, and they only stayed for one night.

So there is no need to care about the lives of other people in the hotel.

They are not as concerned about him as Yu Shaochun, a friend who has not reconciled for half a year.

Just as Feng Zhou thought of Yu Shaochun, his phone vibrated.

"In the new year, may your life be as passionate as the thermite reaction, may your mood increase monotonically in the interval like an increasing function, may the beneficial bacteria in your body increase, may your happiness be endless, may your Troubles are infinitely small, and Happy New Year, my friend!"

"......Neuropathy."

Although he was cursing, Feng Zhou still couldn't hold back his laughter.

"You don't send in groups, do you?"

"How is it possible?" Mr. Jenny Master replied to him in seconds, "This is the special edition I wrote for you, how is it? Are you moved?"

"I'm touched..."

Before he finished typing, Feng Qingqing suddenly said coldly: "Who are you chatting with?"

Feng Zhou was taken aback, and took advantage of the opportunity to buckle the phone on his lap: "Same, classmate."

"Male classmate or female classmate?" Feng Qingqing stretched out her hand to him, "It's been a long time since I checked your phone, let me have a look."

Feng Zhou didn't speak, nor did he give her the phone.He looked down at the carpet under his feet, trying to express his resistance with silence.

Feng Qingqing emphasized her tone: "Show me. Give me within three numbers, or see if I can just throw your phone out?"

"one."

"two."

Feng Zhou felt that he was going to suffocate.

He finally compromised, picked up the phone and gently placed it in Feng Qingqing's hand.

Feng Qingqing unlocked his lock screen with ease, and checked from the app: "Why did you download a game? What kind of game is this? Didn't it tell you not to touch electronic heroin like games? Do you want to quit? Isn't it the net?"

Feng Zhou's heart skipped a beat - he forgot to put timi in the hidden folder.

"Delete."

Feng Zhou took the phone back and long pressed to delete.

"Who is this person?" After flipping through the app, she opened WeChat again, pointed to the dialog box with Lu Xiaonan and asked, "Female classmate? Is it a female classmate?"

"Our class monitor."

"What are these groups for?" Feng Qingqing opened the group chat, "The Avengers? Learn to chat in it, it's no wonder that you can study well."

Feng Zhou's throat was a little dry.

He whispered, "It's all in the classmate group, so I'll let you know if there's anything to do."

"Is there anything important to be notified? Can you see who is in the group?" Feng Qingqing clicked on the group members one by one, "Tang Qian, Li Guohao, Xiaonan Taimei, you can't find anyone who has no such person on the grade list. Are you willing to play with them? You can’t afford it yourself? And this Chen Si, which 985211 can he get into with his grades? Didn’t I tell you not to get together with him every day?”

"I......"

"What are you? You always refute and refute what you say. There are always 1 reasons waiting for me." Feng Qingqing began to check his WeChat account again, "Dating out after the final exam? Did you pass the exam? Did you go to Tsinghua University or Peking University?"

Feng Zhou simply shut up and listened to Feng Qingqing's annual emotional catharsis meeting.

He always felt that this was Feng Qingqing's KPI at the end of the year, taking care of all the things that he hadn't taken care of for a year.

After that, the active volcano fell into a deep sleep, and after a year of crustal movement, she sprayed out magma again and poured him a meal.

He was actually quite curious about what Feng Qingqing was thinking, why he could plausibly ask this and that while keeping him in the house.

Feng Qingqing clicked on his private chat with everyone again: "Yu Shaochun? Is Yu Shaochun the second grader in your school?"

Feng Zhou thought to himself that you can't find fault with the second grader, right?

Who would have thought that Ms. Feng would never be pleasing to the eye: "I heard that this child has a problem with character, how did you get together with him? Don't be led astray by him."

"His character is fine," Feng Zhou whispered suddenly, "Yu Shaochun is very nice."

"What's good?" Feng Qingqing asked back, "disrupting the classroom discipline in class, contradicting the teacher, skipping class and playing games, arriving late and leaving early, is this a good student?"

Feng Zhou repeated with emphasis: "Yu Shaochun's character is fine, he is very good."

Feng Qingqing didn't expect her son, who was always obedient, to talk to her so forcefully: "Say it again."

Feng Zhou looked at the fierce light in her eyes and flinched subconsciously, but the appearance of Yu Shaochun standing in front of him a few days ago resurfaced for no reason.

He added a bit of courage that he didn't know where he came from, gritted his teeth, and insisted on repeating: "Yu Shaochun is very good, my friends are very..."

Before Feng Zhou finished speaking, Feng Qingqing slapped him backhandedly.There was a buzzing in his ears, making him a little dizzy.

Zhou Wanjin heard that Feng Qingqing had made a move, and hurriedly turned around to try to persuade him: "Why are you beating your child when it's Chinese New Year?"

"Do I care if my son has anything to do with you?" Feng Qingqing said aggressively, "I'm doing it for his own good!"

"Don't go crazy, you have to swear and beat people to be happy during Chinese New Year, right?"

"What do you know? Drive your car well and avoid interruptions!"

She turned her head and pointed at Feng Zhou: "Feng Zhou, please listen to me, you are not allowed to make useless friends, you know? If they are the city champion and provincial champion, I will let you play with them casually. But if someone of this level , then you don’t need friends. You just need to study hard, can making these friends help you get into college? Is there a future?”

The mobile phone was thrown back into Feng Zhou's arms by Feng Qingqing.He only felt a burning pain in his cheek, and even a dull pain in his left hand, which had not been a monster for a long time.

Is this what Feng Qingqing said for him?

So as long as he made friends since he was a child, he would definitely mess up the relationship in person, so that he could only eat and go to school by himself, and was called a freak by everyone in the class and isolated by everyone.

But no one is born a lone star, and sometimes he envies those who have many good friends.

But Feng Qingqing only cared about him going out to play, and didn't ask why his left hand was injured, whether he took medicine or not.He only cares about whether the friends he makes are useful, and doesn't ask whether he is happy with his friends or whether he is good to him.

So I only care about the test scores, but never ask whether the study is tiring or difficult, and the life without parents is lonely.

Feng Zhou looked out the window.A few chubby magpies stood on a nearby tree branch, tilting their heads to look at the human beings contained in the small iron shell, chirping twice and then flapping their wings and flying into the distance, leaving only a few black figures behind.

The branches were shaken so that a thin layer of snow fell and scattered on the ground.

Bird can still come and go on a trip as he pleases, but he is a big living person with hands and feet, but he is trapped in a strange circle called "native family" and cannot get out.

Funny enough.

Feng Zhou, you are so worthless.

Feng Qingqing changed to a set of earnest rhetoric and continued to output: "Zhou Zhou, I am doing it for your own good. You see, you study hard, get admitted to the medical department of Peking University, and then return to work in City D. At that time, mother will arrange for you to work in a third-class hospital , settle down, go on a blind date, talk about love and get married, isn't that good?"

Of course not.

It's the life you want but don't get, so pin all your expectations on me.But have you ever thought about what I want to learn?what do i wantWhat kind of life do I want to live?

I don’t want to be admitted to Peking University, I don’t want to study medicine, I don’t want to fall in love and get married with a stranger for the rest of my life and repeat the mistakes you and Zhou Wanjin made.

Why should I live again for you?I am also a living person.

Feng Zhou only dared to think about these words in his heart.

He touched the corner of his mouth, and found that his lips were broken by teeth, not surprisingly.It doesn't matter, anyway, Feng Qingqing's sudden request to check her mobile phone will never be less, and she will never be absent when she is dissatisfied with herself.

That's it, Feng Zhou thought, anyway, sooner or later I will leave you.

The author has something to say: ball collection ball subscription ball comment ball advance collection (rolling around)