Five years simulation three years first

Feng Zhou rarely celebrates his birthday.

When I was still young, my birthday was linked to the score of the quiz in the cram school.If the score is high, Feng Qingqing will reward him with a small cake if he is in a good mood. It is only the size of a palm, and he can eat it for more than half an hour.

There were also times when the score was low, Feng Qingqing kept a sullen face and said nothing along the way, and when she came to the gate downstairs, she said that she didn't want him anymore, she wanted to throw him away, and become a son to the trash picker.Feng Zhou was so frightened that he cried and dragged Feng Qingqing's sleeves to the door desperately, fearing that he would end up in the trash can in the next second.

Feng Qingqing was ruthless, looked at the child's hand on the door frame and didn't care if it would pinch it. After Feng Zhou took his hand away, he directly closed the door, leaving him standing alone in the cold wind for several hours.

When she grows up a bit, Feng Qingqing and Zhou Wanjin don't go home every day.Grandma remembers his birthday, but she is far away, and rarely has the opportunity to cook a bowl of longevity noodles for him.

As time goes by, few people remember to celebrate his birthday anymore.

So March [-]th was nothing special to Feng Zhou. He returned to the classroom after eating in the cafeteria as usual. Looking from a distance, Class [-] and Class [-] of Senior High School were pitch-black.

Is this finally going crazy and fleeing late study?

Although it seems unreliable, it really looks like something this group of people can do.

He pushed the door open and entered the room without knowing why, and was about to turn on the light when he suddenly heard a "stab" sound, followed by a mechanical female voice:

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you- happy-goose, happy birthday to you."

A pink lotus bloomed in the darkness with a "snap", and the fire on the flower core burst out with a "swish".

"What are you doing?"

"Happy birthday to you, Feng Bao," Chen Si's face appeared behind the pink lotus, illuminated by candles, a bit like the heroine of a horror movie, "Happy every day of my life."

Feng Zhou was stunned for a while, and then realized that today is March NO.14.

His head was a little dazed, and he stood there looking at the group of people around the cake, not knowing what to say.

Tang Qian put on the birthday hat given by the cake on him, and pulled him to stand on the podium: "Come, let's take a photo together."

Holding the cake in his hands, Feng Zhou stood in the middle of the podium for some unknown reason. More than a dozen people were arranged on both sides of him in order of height and height, showing spring-like smiles.

The remaining two stood on both sides of the podium and squatted down slightly, holding up a banner, which read: "Warmly celebrate Feng Zhou's eighteenth birthday, bid farewell to puppy love, prevent addiction, and walk to the pinnacle of life!"

A banner with yellow characters on a red background, written in standard bold.The big words gave him a headache.

The mobile phone that had been set to take regular pictures was not far away, and the flash "clicked" three times to freeze the tail of Feng Zhou's birthday.

"Happy birthday!" Li Guohao took the lead in applauding, "Make a wish, blow out candles and eat cake!"

Feng Zhou didn't want to make a wish at first.He himself didn't really believe in these things, but he couldn't stand the demands of these people, so he could only blow out the candles, put his hands together and was about to make a wish, when he suddenly felt that something was missing.

The loudest person was missing from his side.

"Where's Yu Shaochun?"

"Yes, where is Mr. Yu?" Tang Qian scratched his head, "He was still there just now, why is he gone now?"

As he was speaking, he was about to call Yu Shaochun, and just as he took out his mobile phone, Feng Zhou seemed to sigh: "It's okay, just leave him alone."

Feng Zhou closed his eyes, put his palms together, and thought in his heart, what wish should he make?

May grandma and grandpa be in good health May everyone be admitted to the ideal university May...

May the big fool Yu have a bright future and be happy every day.

He thought for a while about the fact that Yu Da foolishly ignored this team building, and he even wished him a bright future with virtue and happiness every day. He might not be able to find another good person with such a solid eye even with a lantern.

The person next to him kept staring at the cake, and when Feng Zhou finished making his wish, he stuffed the cake knife into his hand, as if he had never seen a cake in his life, like a wolf and a tiger, very ferocious.

Feng Zhou got the biggest one, with the words "I love Beihang" written in red cream on it, which is extraordinarily enchanting.

He doesn't remember mentioning to anyone that his dream school is not Tsinghua University, nor Peking University, but Beihang University.

so who?

Feng Zhouyi swallowed the words "I love Beihang" and turned to Chen Si, "Who ordered the cake?"

Chen Si was indulging in the creamy battle with Tang Qian and Li Guohao, and answered him with a white face in his busy schedule: "Yu Shaochun ordered it, and the banner was also his idea, isn't it a surprise?"

Feng Zhou paused the hand holding the fork.

So what about Yu Shaochun?

Yu Shaochun only came back when the evening self-study was about to end.He reached out from the back door and patted Feng Zhou. Feng Zhou turned around and met a bright smile.

"Go," Yu Shaochun said, "I'll take you somewhere."

Feng Zhou had just packed his schoolbag in a hurry when he was dragged out through the back door.While zipping, he asked Yu Shaochun, "Where are you taking me?"

"You'll know when you go."

The two turned out of the "dog hole" with ease, and Feng Zhou worried while being dragged away: "Won't you be arrested if you escape the evening self-study?"

Yu Shaochun turned his head and glanced at him with the eyes of a rare species: "Feng Xueba, this is not the first time you have escaped to study at night, right?"

Feng Zhou nodded solemnly: "Indeed."

The place they were going to was not far from the school, just behind an alley.Both sides of this alley are crowded with shops, Guasha, massage, color printing, photocopying, steamed stuffed bun porridge shops, and even one or two sex toy shops hidden in the cracks. The signboards glow in neon colors in the dark.

Yu Shaochun pushed open an iron door, and on the iron door hung a ferocious bull's face, glaring at the two of them.The room behind the door was dark, only the candles on the walls were still burning faintly.

Feng Zhou swallowed, feeling that this is not a good place.

Yu Shaochun pushed him from behind, and he could only go down one step at a time while holding on to the wall. When he reached the last step, the room suddenly became brighter, illuminating everything around him.

It turned out to be a small studio, and the walls were covered with masks similar to the one on the door. Some kind of material flickered slightly under the light, making these masks come alive.

"Welcome, my friend," a secret door opened on the right wall, and a blond foreigner came out from inside, "Is it a pleasure to have friends coming from afar?"

Yu Shaochun introduced to Feng Zhou: "This is Jason, my mother's student, a prop designer."

Jason shook his finger and said in some broken Chinese: "No, please call me by my Chinese name, Sima Dang."

Sima Dang?

Yu Shaochun seemed to know Feng Zhou's doubts, and whispered: "His girlfriend is also a foreigner, and her Chinese name is Huomayi."

The foreigner who named himself "Sima Dang" seemed to like Feng Zhou very much. He took two steps forward and gave him a gentle hug to show his friendliness: "You are the friend Yu mentioned? It's a pleasure to meet you."

Before Feng Zhou could accept the fiery enthusiasm of foreigners, Jason had already withdrawn and left.He walked to the closet next to him, carefully took out a long box from the closet, and gently placed it on the counter.

"This is your gift," Jason said, "it's fragile, please handle it with care."

Gift?

Feng Zhou slowly opened the box, and saw a "magic wand" that looked like a rocket or a missile lying quietly inside, with a silk cloth under it, glowing darkly under the light.

"The material is black walnut, and the wand is designed after the pictures of Apollo 11." In the silent studio, only Jason's distorted Chinese accent can be heard. "The first words Armstrong said when he landed on the moon are engraved on the side." , 'That'sone□□allstepforman, onegiantleapformankind.', the core of the stick is..."

He motioned Feng Zhou to pick up his wand.Feng Zhou carefully took it out of the box, and found a slightly raised button on the lower half of the wand.

Jason turned off the light, he pressed the button, and a faint curtain of light spewed out from the tip of the wand, gradually converging into the shape of a deer in midair.

"I saw that you liked that deer very much when I was playing games," Yu Shaochun said, "I tried to make it with holography, thinking that it would be the best if it could be done, but it would not knock it down, but I didn't expect the effect to be quite good."

"So you weren't in the classroom just now because of it?" Feng Zhou's voice was a little dry.Although the deer in front of him was blurry, it was more vivid, as if he had really summoned a patron saint after waving his magic wand and shouting "Call for protection".

Your own guardian angel.

Yu Shaochun scratched his head: "Yeah, Jason suddenly told me that there seemed to be something wrong with the holographic design, and he asked me to come quickly to fix it, so I came here quickly, happy birthday Feng Bao, it's a pity that I didn't take a photo."

Jason waved at him, and Yu Shaochun and Feng Zhou greeted each other and walked over.

"You gave him lemongrass aromatherapy, I smelled it." Jason said firmly.

Yu Shaochun was amused: "You dog nose."

"I made it myself, of course I know the unique fragrance," Jason said, "You like him?"

"how is this possible."

Jason narrowed his eyes, blue eyes full of suspicion: "The flower language of lemongrass is unspeakable love, you know."

"Just relying on the language of flowers to say that I like him?" Yu Shaochun retorted, "It's a small gadget that I gave away at random. If I have other fragrances, I will naturally bid farewell. Don't overinterpret it."

"What about the wand? What about the holographic projection?" Jason asked eagerly, "What about the blueprints you drew all night? What about the materials you found everywhere?"

"I......"

Yu Shaochun was speechless when asked.He subconsciously looked at Feng Zhou, and found that he was holding the wand like a child and was reluctant to let it go. His whole body became alive, as if he had finally been dragged into the mundane world by him.

He sighed and raised his hands: "Surrender, you cow."

Jason smiled triumphantly, and patted him on the shoulder: "If you like it, chase after it."

"Don't chase," Yu Shaochun said softly, "This road is too hard, and his life is not easy, so I won't make things difficult for him."

"You Orientals have so many useless reservations," Jason laughed at him relentlessly, "It's much better to confess than to give lemongrass aromatherapy."

Yu Shaochun praised him: "Oh, my Chinese has improved a lot. I already understand the word 'implicative'."

He thought, why both of them said that they liked Feng Zhou.

If yes, when did you start liking it?

Yu Shaochun suddenly remembered the first time they met.It was probably a lecture in the first year of high school. I walked to the podium confidently to demonstrate how to do the questions, but Cheng Yaojin broke out halfway and said that his method was too troublesome.

"Cheng Yaojin" is not as tall as him. He is dressed in a well-behaved school uniform, with a pair of silly round-frame glasses on the bridge of his nose, like a child.

This was the first time that Young Master Yu was questioned by his classmates at such a young age. At first, he hated his teeth itchingly, but later he was questioned more times, and inexplicably felt a sense of sympathy for each other.

Feng Zhou is the only person he can be called an "adversary" for a long time, and he is also the person he is willing to treat as a "confidant".

There is no second person in the world who can stand against him for such a long time, and there is no second person whose hobbies are so similar to his.

There will be no second Feng Zhou.

Yu Shaochun tried to find the details of falling in love with that person in the clips of the encounter, but now slowly recalling, every word, every breath, even every breath is an inseparable detail.

They didn't leave the studio until after ten o'clock.Feng Zhou carefully put the wand into the box, and stuffed the box into his schoolbag.

Yu Shaochun asked him, "Do you like it?"

Feng Zhou nodded: "Isn't it troublesome to do this?"

"How can it be?" Yu Shaochun said, "It's a piece of cake for me, and it can be done in minutes."

Feng Zhou didn't believe his nonsense, and didn't expose him, he just walked forward slowly: "When I was young, my favorite spell was 'Calling God to Protect', because I thought, if I knew this spell, I would also be alone when I was alone." Can summon the Patronus to accompany me."

"Thank you," he said looking at Yu Shaochun, "I... like it very much."

"Happy birthday, I forgot to ask you what wish you made."

Feng Zhou lied to him: "I wish for world peace, and children in poor counties can eat Wuchang rice."

"Damn," Yu Shaochun pretended to be angry, "didn't you want to make a wish for me to take the Qingbei exam?"

Feng Zhou asked him with a smile: "Who are you? May I make a wish for you?"

When he asked this question, Yu Shaochun's heart trembled, and his mouth felt numb.

Who are you?

Then who do you say I am yours?

Yu Shaochun almost blurted out these words, but he swallowed them back.He looked at the person in front of him who was still joking with him without knowing it, and the alarm sounded in his heart:

too close.

Talking about not chasing, but still getting closer, it's as stupid as a moth to a flame.

He smiled self-deprecatingly in his heart, and opened his arms to Feng Zhou as before: "Hold one."

Feng Zhou was a little puzzled: "Hold what?"

"Make up for the regret of not watching you blow out the candles," Yu Shaochun said, "Happy birthday."

Not only happy birthday, but also happy every day.

Feng Zhou Yiyan hugged him, and he took a deep breath, and as expected, he smelled a familiar fragrance.

This is the last time, Yu Shaochun said to himself.

The author has something to say: two knowledge points per day

(Chinese) The first encyclopedia in the history of our country is "Yongle Dadian"

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