Five years simulation three years first

When Feng Zhou woke up the next day, he still felt that this world was a bit unreal.

He sat on the bed and hugged the quilt in a daze, thinking that when he was sitting here two days ago, he was still struggling with his awkward relationship with Yu Shaochun, and sitting here two days later, he actually had an extra boyfriend.

Feng Zhou didn't know how to describe this feeling, it was as if a flower named "Happy" had burst out of the ground, itchy and tender.

The door of the room was pushed open, Feng Qingqing stood at the door and looked at him: "Why don't you come out when you wake up?"

Feng Zhou was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect Feng Qingqing to be at home.

Except for the last time he came back specifically to quarrel with Zhou Wanjin, he may not have seen Feng Qingqing at home for a few months, even during the Chinese New Year, he would come back and leave in one day, absolutely not staying too long. ".

Feng Zhou habitually brushed his circle of friends while brushing his teeth in the bathroom.

He has added a lot of people in the second class, and these people are especially willing to share the details of life in the circle of friends. Even when the cat at home has lost a few tufts of hair, they can express two paragraphs of heartfelt words about Chunhuaqiushi. The words are very close, and nothing happens every day I can keep brushing when I am doing it, which is more exciting than novels.

He swiped down and saw Yu Shaochun sharing two songs at midnight.

The title of the song is "Good Day".

Wording: Hahaha.

What is this doing?

Feng Zhou scrolled down a few more posts, and found that his circle of friends had been swiped by him during that time, and the songs he shared ranged from "Good Day" and "Good Luck Comes" to "If it Rains, You Drag Your Suitcase and Stand under the eaves so actually i don't have enough time to find a good two point reason to ditch the family dog ​​and get on the k667 train to a shop where you are and buy an umbrella and play the guitar for my sister thinking she's going to a competition so i If I can’t go back, I won’t tell you that I didn’t wash the bowl of instant noodles.”

...The length of the song title really opened his eyes.

Feng Qingqing smashed the door of the bathroom outside: "Don't dawdle."

Feng Zhou's hands shook twice, and the phone almost fell into the basin.He responded twice, dried his face with a towel and walked out.

Feng Qingqing was sitting at the dining table answering the message, and looked up to see him: "Did I tell you that the most important thing in the morning is not to waste it? You are still dawdling there."

Feng Zhou bowed his head without saying a word, and took out a piece of bread from the bag next to him.

"You are already in the second half of the second semester of the second year of high school, and you will be in the third year of high school soon. Do the math." Feng Qingqing didn't care whether he said or not, and continued to type out, "I got the report card from Xiao Tan a few days ago. Those who are not stable and go up and down, can they be admitted to Peking University School of Medicine?"

Feng Zhou somehow suddenly had the courage to refute her, and whispered, "I don't want to be admitted to Peking University School of Medicine."

Feng Qingqing stared at her with both eyes: "What did you say?"

Hearing this rhetorical question in a bad tone, the courage he had finally mustered up was defeated in an instant, and he just shook his head: "It's nothing."

Feng Qingqing didn't hear what he said clearly, so she pointed at him and continued, "Study hard, I may be transferred to the third-class hospital in the province in two months, the road has been paved for you, and whoever doesn't take it will be wise." has a problem."

Feng Zhou swallowed the last piece of bread, got up and walked out the door with his schoolbag, leaving her annoying lectures behind.

It was only then that Feng Qingqing realized that her son, whom she had not seen for a long time, seemed to have changed. He was no longer as obedient and obedient to him as before, and there seemed to be an unusual rebellion between his brows.

She belatedly thought, is it the rebellious period?

Feng Zhou contradicted Feng Qingqing with two hot heads, and he realized that his forehead was sweating coldly when he was standing in the elevator.He sighed, thinking that fortunately Feng Qingqing was still immersed in the shock, and didn't have time to leave a few slap marks on his face.

Feng Qingqing's spiritual oppression and control over the past 18 years can be said to be deeply rooted in his bone marrow. Just a little confrontation like before made him feel scared and his hands and feet were cold, but there were two "reliefs" that came from nowhere. "feel.

Even though there are still two strands of depression in his heart, it does not prevent him from gaining a different kind of happiness from this "rebellion".

The Long March begins with a single step, Feng Zhou thought, now it is just one small step, but it is two big steps for him to break away from Feng Qingqing's control.

He walked out of the gate of the community full of thoughts, and suddenly his eyes were covered from behind: "Guess who I am?"

"Childish," Feng Zhou said, "Take your hands away."

Yu Shaochun took off his hand: "It's really boring."

Feng Zhou realized something was wrong when he saw him: "Why did you come to my house?"

"Come pick up your boyfriend to school." Yu Shaochun said.

Feng Zhou was caught off guard by his outspoken "boyfriend", and he didn't know what to reply to him for a couple of days, feeling that the depression just now dissipated with the morning mist, leaving only a few ambiguities jumping for joy.

After leaving the impersonal modern community of Feng Zhou's house, the air outside became much more lively.

The cars on the street whizzed by with a wake-up breath, and a few reluctant horns inevitably sounded.There were also people riding tricycles among them. There was breakfast and soy milk on the back seat of the car. The aroma of the food was mixed with the smell of oily smoke.

"Have you eaten yet?" Yu Shaochun asked him.

Feng Zhou thought of the dry piece of bread and nodded, thinking that he had eaten it for the time being.

Yu Shaochun pulled his sleeves and walked towards the breakfast stall: "Come on, I'll take you to eat junk food."

The food on the breakfast stand was steaming and fragrant, but the first reaction in Feng Zhou's mind was what Feng Qingqing had told him countless times when he was a child: the food on the food stand was unhygienic and unedible.

...To put it bluntly, it really lingers.

Yu Shaochun skillfully bargained with the owner of the breakfast stall, successfully got a discount by relying on his excellent bargaining skills, saved a few dollars, and winked at Feng Zhou proudly.

Feng Zhou asked: "Aren't you rich? Why are you still bargaining?"

"You don't understand," Yu Shaochun stuffed the bought things into his hands, turned around and went to the next two, "The art of shopping here is bargaining."

Feng Zhou didn't know what the "Breakfast Bargaining Art" was. He just thought the aroma of the food in the paper bag was very attractive, and the half-slice of dry bread had been forgotten in a corner for a long time.

Yu Shaochun seemed to see that he was a little moved, and he squeezed something and stuffed it into his mouth.

"What's this?"

"Purple potato balls," Yu Shaochun said, "are very delicious."

The purple potato balls just out of the pan are still crispy on the outside. After two bites, the unsolidified cheese and syrup inside are full of fried. Although it is very sweet, it is not greasy at all.

"Is it delicious?" Yu Shaochun asked, "Although it's not healthy, but eating it will make you happy."

Yes, Feng Zhou thought, very happy.

He watched the way the man stopped in front of each booth to bargain with the uncles and aunts, and felt that the whole world came to life. The mellow aroma of the syrup when the purple potato balls were exploded just now was still lingering, and it was directly sweet to his heart.

Yu Shaochun walked in front, and he followed slowly, and the two of them walked through the long snack street, occasionally commenting on whose food was salty, sweet, or spicy.

All kinds of signboards are shining on the left side, and all kinds of fragrances are not giving in to each other. They are scrambling to show themselves in front of passers-by, trying to win their favor.

Familiar neighbors stopped to chat, and cats and dogs gathered to fight.Everyone is immersed in the smell of oily smoke, but they seem very happy.

Is this the "world of fireworks" that he has never experienced before?

The two of them wandered around a place where there were a lot of carts and tricycles for about twenty minutes before getting on the bus. Yu Shaochun quickly grabbed two double seats in the last row.He gave up the seat by the window to Feng Zhou, took out his earphones and plugged them into his phone, as if he remembered something, he asked, "Listen to music?"

Feng Zhou was stunned for a moment: "Actually, I usually listen to the programs of Beiwai Radio Station in the car."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a little regretful.

If it's when you're in love, can't you say such unsightly things?

Yu Shaochun seemed to understand him very well, he didn't make fun of him, he just stuffed the earphones into his ears.

After hesitating for a while, Feng Zhou reached out and took off the earphone from his left ear: "It doesn't matter if you don't listen to it today."

"Why doesn't it matter if you don't listen?"

"because......"

Because today I took the bus with my boyfriend, not myself.

But after all, Feng Zhou still couldn't say the word "boyfriend" as straightforwardly as he did, and there were two traces of embarrassment on his face.

A deep male voice came out of the earphones, unexpectedly sad.Yu Shaochun yawned, and leaned his head on his shoulder in a daze: "I'll squint for a while, get out of the car and call me."

"Oh."

Feng Zhou felt his shoulders stiffen suddenly, and he didn't dare to move.

"So nervous?" Yu Shaochun asked, "You made me feel embarrassed to rely on you."

Feng Zhou gritted his teeth and pressed his head on his shoulder twice: "Stop talking nonsense."

"What's fierce?" Yu Shaochun said, "Comrade Xiao Feng became angry from embarrassment."

Primary School Ba, Feng Xueba, Comrade Xiao Feng, Feng Bao, Boyfriend.

Since Feng Zhou entered the second year of high school, he has had several times more nicknames than he had in the previous nine years of compulsory education.

He felt a little hot on his face, and changed the subject: "What song is this?"

""If you drag your suitcase and stand under the eaves when it rains, then I don't have enough time to find a good reason to abandon the family dog ​​and get on the k667 train to find a store where you are and buy a pair Umbrella and..."

"Stop," Feng Zhou felt a headache, "It's really hard for you to remember the full name."

......The length of the title of this song is the level that makes all the writers of web articles weep with joy.

"There is also a song title that is quite long," Yu Shaochun said, "There are 59 characters in total, so let me give you a few brief words."

Feng Zhou thought that the so-called "shortness" was condensing 59 characters into 39 or 29 characters according to Yu Shaochun's urination. He had no desire to hear, but he still listened patiently to what he could say.

Yu Shaochun leaned close to his ear and said softly, "In short, it's called, "I Like You"."

After he finished speaking, he watched with satisfaction the thin-skinned first grader with red ears, rubbed his head into the socket of his neck, and closed his eyes against the morning light from the car window.

There are not too many people on the bus, they are all grandpas and aunts who have returned from shopping in the morning market.The plastic bags in the hands of two groups of people are squeezed together, with leeks or green onions protruding from the inside, leaning head-to-head.

A few girls in school uniforms sat in front, holding workbooks in their hands and racing against time to answer the answers, and the rhinestone earrings quietly worn by their ears reflected the light of innocence.

The person leaning on the shoulder seemed to have indeed fallen asleep, and even Feng Zhou's breathing slowed down.

He looked out the window, the sun was warm, there was no traffic jam, and the road ahead was bright and open.

Sleepiness is like a willow tree in early spring, slowly taking buds.Just as Feng Zhou was about to fall asleep in a daze, an idea suddenly occurred to him.

If the car keeps on driving, the good times will never end, which doesn't seem too bad.