Five years simulation three years first

Feng Zhou's grandmother's small single-family building is in the suburbs of the city. When she first bought it, she didn't have much money. In recent years, it is said that a scenic spot will be planned not far away, which will drive the surrounding housing prices to increase exponentially.

So a bunch of so-called relatives and friends with different intentions and impure intentions are always doing nothing, hoping that grandma will leave the house to herself in the will.

Feng Zhou sat in the car for more than three hours on an empty stomach, feeling faintly sick.He had just taken two breaths of fresh air when he heard a rather artificial voice not far away.

"Ah, Xiao Zhou is here, let my aunt have a look."

A woman in a red mink fur coat ran over with small steps, and grabbed his hand: "Look at this skinny one, who is usually too busy studying, so why not eat well?"

She seemed to be particularly concerned about Feng Zhou, and a "worried" expression was just right on her face, but it was a pity that she was fake, as if any more real feelings would be a loss.

Feng Zhou endured the discomfort and pulled his hand back: "Hello, Auntie."

He always felt that his aunt Li Hui was like an old goblin who ate children in Pansi Cave.Around her neck is a big gold chain as thick as a thumb, a few green jadeites the size of pigeon eggs decorate her fingers, and the exaggerated earrings on her earlobes are fluttering in the wind. She is wearing a mink coat, which can be seen to be properly maintained. Slippery, I'm afraid it feels great.

Li Hui looked at Feng Qingqing who hadn't found favor with Feng Zhou, and greeted Feng Qingqing who was behind with another smile: "Oh sister, it's been a long time, why is your face so bad? Your old Zhou earns enough, why isn't he at home?" Waiting to enjoy Qingfu?"

Feng Qingqing didn't give her a look, and went straight into the room with her handbag, leaving Li Hui alone in embarrassment, talking or not talking.

"A family of monsters."

Her voice happened to be heard by Feng Zhou, so I don't know if it was on purpose.

Feng Zhou glanced at her calmly, lowered his head and followed Feng Qingqing into the house.

Feng Zhou's uncle, Feng Haosi, was over forty years old and had already begun to experience a crisis of baldness, but he was skinny, and his figure looked like a rough straight line from a distance.

He stood with the chubby Zhou Wanjin, one fat and one thin, visually very dramatic.

Zhou Wanjin handed him a cigarette: "Zhonghua Tobacco, just smoke it."

Feng Haosi hurriedly declined politely: "How can this be done, brother-in-law?"

He also took out a cigarette from the canvas bag next to him: "I don't know if this one suits my brother-in-law."

"If you don't take it, don't take it from you," Zhou Wanjin said with a smile on his face, "It's adults who give lucky money to children. I'm older than you, so I should give you a gift too, and I can't ask you for it."

Li Hui entered the room and rolled her eyes at her husband unabashedly.

She lifted the hem of the mink coat, poked the boy playing games next to her with a nail-painted finger: "Feng Tiancai, your cousin is here, hurry up and ask him questions that you don't usually know."

A boy named Feng Tiancai was concentrating on fighting fiercely in the game with his earphones on. After being poked a few times by his mother, he seemed to have finally died in battle. Impatiently, he took off his earphones and threw them on the table.

He raised a pair of triangular eyes to look at Feng Zhou, grinned and said, "Cousin, are you all right?"

After Feng Tiancai finished speaking, he shook his head and lowered his head to fiddle with his mobile phone, racing against time, and wasted no time than usual when he was late to catch the car.

Li Hui slapped him lightly: "Why do you keep playing with your phone?"

"I'm talking to my girlfriend," Feng Tiancai said, and glanced at Feng Zhou showing off, "What a coincidence that she goes to the same school as my cousin."

Feng Zhou looked at his purple hair that was highlighted and dyed, and found a seat away from the group of relatives and sat down without saying a word.

Li Hui beckoned to Feng Zhou: "Xiao Zhou, don't sit so far away, come and talk to my aunt."

"I......"

Li Hui interrupted Feng Zhou just after he said a word.

"How old are you and still shy?" Li Huiqing smiled hypocritically, "Come on, let Feng Tiancai and you learn how to study hard."

"Our family is talented, what Amu Weipi did we get in the city basketball game last semester? Several colleges and universities in City B are vying for it. Tell me, Xiao Zhou, does he have to improve his grades to get into those schools?"

Feng Tiancai elongated his voice: "Mom, the genius's head is busy solving math problems, how can he condescend to talk to us. By the way, cousin, did you make any friends in high school?"

Li Hui seemed to think of something, and chimed in next to him: "I remember what you told me once? You said that your cousin was sitting alone at the parents' meeting. Sister, do you remember this? Why don't you go Hold a parent-teacher meeting for Xiao Zhou?"

Feng Qingqing's indifferent expression was exactly the same as Feng Zhou's.

The mother and son kept their faces downcast and did not speak, and looked elsewhere.

Over there, Feng Haosi finally understood the cigarette with Zhou Wanjin, took out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe his sweat, and heard Li Hui's next sharp question blurted out.

"Xiao Zhou, your mother won't even hold a parent-teacher meeting for you in high school, will she? Does she think you are ashamed? If I have a son who is the first in grade and can wake up happily in his dreams, sister, you can be content."

Feng Qingqing's face turned pale from the yin and yang.

She grabbed her left arm with her right hand in self-defense, digging out a few red marks.

Feng Haosi frowned and said to Li Hui, "How can you talk to sister like that?"

After hearing what he said, Li Hui raised her voice again: "What's wrong with my words? Is his family not allowed to speak?"

"No, no, speak softly..."

"Aren't you a coward," Li Hui said, "You deserve to be crushed by your sister for the rest of your life, and you can't even get the house."

The sweat dripped down Feng Haosi's cheeks again.He quietly glanced in the direction of the kitchen worriedly, as if he was worried that the noise here would be heard by his grandma who was still cooking, and tremblingly picked up the handkerchief again, wiping the sweat that was rolling down from his temples.

Li Hui seemed to be still dissatisfied: "His family will live better than ours after taking the house. It is his family who owes you. If there is a house and it is not given to the girl, it will be a joke to tell people."

Feng Qingqing suddenly said, "What do I owe you?"

Feng Zhou was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that Feng Qingqing would take the initiative to get involved in the quarrel according to Feng Qingqing's personality.

"Who is shameless?" Feng Qingqing pinched her right arm with her left hand, and stood in front of Li Hui a few steps forward, looking down at the woman with heavy makeup, with resentment that Feng Zhou had never seen in her eyes.

Li Hui seemed to be frightened by her, and flinched back: "Feng Qingqing, what are you going to do? Let me tell you that I am not afraid of you. I don't care about how much benefits your family has. Is it too much to ask for a house?"

Feng Qingqing's voice was very soft, ethereal like a gust of wind: "Then the matter of volunteering for the college entrance examination back then, do you think it was too much?"

Volunteer for the college entrance examination?

Li Hui jumped up from the sofa as if she had been poked in some sore spot, her face suddenly paler than the thick powder on it: "You threaten me? How dare you threaten me? I have a clear conscience, don't f*cking scare people!"

"With a clear conscience?" Feng Qingqing only thought it was amused to see her hopping, "Do you really have a clear conscience?"

Li Hui pointed at her tremblingly: "Monster! The son I gave birth to is also a monster! A family of monsters! It's your fault that your man doesn't like you!"

Seeing that the situation was getting worse and worse, the relatives who watched the excitement from the sidelines quickly came up to fight: "Stop arguing for the New Year's Eve, we are all relatives, let each other give way, and this matter will end, right?"

Li Hui's hysterical roar was mixed with the noisy voices in the living room.Feng Zhou stood up quietly, and slipped into an empty room before the flames of war affected him.

The moment the door was closed, he heard crisp applause, and Li Hui's wailing was even more miserable.

Feng Zhou sighed, leaning his head against the wall, and as soon as he took out his phone, he saw several unread messages pop up in the group chat of "Taoyuan Qijieyi".

[Sister Lu]: Happy New Year, duck family members~

[Small money is really sweet]: Happy New Year, make a fortune, and then support me, anyone can do it, I don’t want to work hard anymore

[Qianer]: Dream on you

[Qianer]: Happy New Year, did the boss send out red envelopes to comfort my soul?

[Qian'er]: My family sent out 200 red envelopes and I grabbed thirty-six cents. My dad stopped me when I wanted to jump off the building, and he snatched eighteen cents, haha

[Li Guohao]: Die laughing, thirty-six

【It's Tai Mei】: Happy New Year (*^▽^*)

【Jane Masto】: Wait, send it right away

Yu Shaochun did what he said, and after a while, a red envelope marked with the word "Tang Qian" came out.

[Jennie Masto]: They are all the amount randomly shaken in WeChat New Year's greeting red envelopes

[Qian'er]: Damn, I can only shake [-] cents for a random shake?

[Jenny Musto]: That's your problem, Comrade Tang Qian

Yu Shaochun sent them to the people in their small group one by one, and finally asked: "Is there anyone else?"

Tai Mei replied to him: "You seem to have forgotten Feng Xueba."

Yu Shaochun said: "I know, I just want to see if he is there, otherwise what if the red envelope is stolen by you?"

Feng Zhou knocked a question mark.

Who would steal a dollar sixty-six?

A red envelope with his name on it popped out, Feng Zhou opened it, and was startled by "166.66 yuan".

[It's Tai Mei]:?

[The number one nigger in the group]:?

[Sister Lu's head]:?

[Li Guohao]:?

[Small money is really sweet]:?

Yu Shaochun knowingly asked, "Why are you asking questions?"

"No, Mr. Yu, you tell me the truth and let me give up," Tai Mei said, "Can you shake out 166.66 in the New Year's greeting red envelope?"

Yu Shaochun replied to him: "Of course not, I took care of it myself."

[Small money is really sweet]: Isn't it too eccentric?

[The number one nigger in the whole group]: You are partial to the Mariana Trench, Mr. Yu

Yu Shaochun refuted them confidently: "What's wrong with me taking care of my back seat?"

Tang Qian felt wronged: "I am your deskmate, why don't you care about me?"

"Didn't I care about you?"

"You mean the difference between 166.66 yuan and 1.66 yuan, Mr. Yu?"

Feng Zhou watched them quarrel because of Yu Shaochun's "eccentricity", and suddenly felt that the bad breath accumulated just now because of the stupid relatives dissipated quickly, and his mood brightened instantly.

There was a burst of earth-shattering firecrackers outside the window, and fireworks rose into the sky, blooming vigorously on the sky, announcing the beginning of New Year's Eve in advance.

For no reason, Feng Zhou thought of the fireworks he watched with Yu Shaochun during the New Year's Eve, and felt that the few flowers were either too petty or too gaudy, and they were not as good-looking as the one on the cross-sea bridge.

But he changed his mind and thought again, all the fireworks in the world are the flame reaction of metal, how can there be so many differences?

He took pictures of the fireworks with an inexplicable thought, and just as he was about to send them to Yu Shaochun, he saw that the other party also took a video for him as if he had a heart-to-heart connection.

The video shows the backyard of a villa, with red confetti still left on the thick snow after the firecrackers have been set off, blown by the winter night wind and flying into the distance, like a group of butterflies flying.

The boy was still dressed in festive orange and yellow, wearing a red velvet hat and waving happily at him, his face was flushed red from the cold, and his smile was still as open as ever.

Feng Zhou could barely hear what he said amidst the "crackling" sound.

He said: "Please watch the fireworks in my hometown. I wish Feng Xueba good health and happiness in the new year."

"Private fireworks display, I set it off secretly, I'll show you, no one else has it."

Ok.

Feng Zhou typed back to him.

"Happy New Year to you too."

There was no festive atmosphere in the house, he was the only one in the cold, but the festiveness of the New Year still radiated warmth through the screen at the fingertips.

Maybe many years later, he will still remember this Spring Festival.

Someone recorded a firework, and the data stream of 0 and 1 surged through the moonlight and wind and snow for more than 900 kilometers. After being arranged and combined, they bloomed in front of his eyes again, just to say "Happy New Year" to him.