Five years simulation three years first

On Friday, Tan Yuan conducted a weekly summary as usual.

His summaries are very short each time, and the remaining part can only be forced to make up the time by sharing chemistry learning methods.

“我每次都告诉大家回家不用抽出太长时间学化学，”他说,“就两个小时，把方程式好好背一背,也不至于考试的时候7:2:1的那个7都拿不满,7拿不满你靠什么得分对不对？”

Few people want to hear how to learn chemistry well.

Everyone just wants to go home quickly.

Feng Zhou put Zhang Li's comprehensive scroll on the table, and played with his mobile phone under the table.

It was the first time Yu Shaochun didn't see him studying against time, so he touched his arm lightly: "What are you doing?"

Feng Zhou frowned: "Don't make noise."

After he finished speaking, he threw the mobile phone into the hole in the table, and the "clang" sound was particularly harsh in the classroom.

Tan Yuanzhao paused for a moment, then continued as if nothing happened.

Feng Zhou grabbed a piece of draft paper and drew a force analysis diagram on it.The horizontal and vertical lines stroke by stroke were extremely forceful, and a few strokes even pierced the paper.

Looking at his tense profile, Yu Shaochun knew that he was unhappy again.

The school bell interrupted Tan Yuanzhao's lecture on learning methods in time, and everyone rushed out of the classroom door as if they were being pardoned, and joined the army of food grabbers.

Feng Zhou grabbed the books one by one and threw them into his schoolbag. On the left half of his face was written "I'm very annoying", and on the right half of his face was written "Leave me alone".

"Aren't you going to study at night today?"

Feng Zhou heard him ask, stopped his movements, lowered his eyes and nodded.

Yu Shaochun leaned against the wall to watch him pack his things, feeling like he had a feud with these books.

He sighed, and grabbed Feng Zhou's hand under the cover of his schoolbag: "Don't be sullen, it's not good for your health."

Feng Zhou glanced at him, and violently closed the schoolbag with one hand: "I'm not angry."

Are you still angry?

Feng Zhou was indeed not angry, but very irritable, so irritable that he wanted to curse but he couldn't.

Just now Zhou Wanjin sent him a WeChat message before get out of class was over, saying that he would not go to evening self-study for a while and wanted to treat him to dinner.

Feng Zhou told him on WeChat for a long time that he didn't want to go, and Zhou Wanjin threatened him that he would go directly to the school gate to find him.He didn't want his classmates to see his own father going crazy in front of the school, so he could only hold back his anger and promised Zhou Wanjin to have dinner with him at night.

Although the intuition is that nothing good will happen at all.

He sighed, and said in a soft tone: "I'm really not angry, you go to your self-study well, don't worry about me."

Everyone in the classroom had to leave, and those who hadn't left gathered in the front row to watch a movie, and no one noticed them.

Feng Zhou turned around and was about to leave through the back door when he saw Yu Shaochun beckoning to him.

"What?"

Yu Shaochun was still waving at him.

Feng Zhou had no choice but to bend down.

There was a touch of warm softness on his lips.

Although he was used to this sudden attack, he was still taken aback and pinched Yu Shaochun's thigh viciously.

Hearing Yu Shaochun's artificial shout, the people in front turned their heads and asked, "What's wrong with Mr. Yu?"

"It's okay," Yu Shaochun waved his hands, grinning and said, "I was just beaten up by Feng Xueba."

The student's expression was a little more puzzled.

It was also the first time he saw a person who was so happy to be beaten, the corner of his mouth almost flew into the sky to stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun.

***

As soon as Feng Zhou left school, he saw Zhou Wanjin's Santana parked on the side of the road. The bald man with a beer belly was leaning on the car door, smoking a cigarette and looking at his phone.

He covered his nose and walked in front of Zhou Wanjin, coughing heavily.

Zhou Wanjin raised his head from the phone, was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "Does Zhou Zhou miss Dad?"

Feng Zhou glanced at him: "No."

Zhou Wanjin was not angry either, he cheerfully pinched his cigarette, opened the car door and got into the driver's cab, the whole car shook with his movements.

The lingering smell of inferior smoke was concentrated in such a small compartment, which gave Feng Zhou a headache.

He endured the nausea and rolled down the car window a little: "Where are you taking me?"

"Go to a high-end restaurant," Zhou Wanjin said, "you will know in a while."

Feng Zhou didn't want to know what kind of high-end restaurant it was.

The phone vibrated and the screen lit up.

[Schrödinger's Cat]: Miss you

[Schrödinger's Cat]: You're not here for evening self-study, even the counting competition is meaningless

[Zeno's Tortoise]: ...I just walked for 10 minutes

[Schrödinger's cat]: Can't you say you miss me too?

[Zeno's Tortoise]: No

Feng Zhou looked at the "Maomao Wronged" emoji he sent, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

Zhou Wanjin saw Feng Zhou smiling at his phone in the rearview mirror, and couldn't help but said, "Zhou Zhou, are you in a relationship?"

Feng Zhou locked the screen subconsciously, looked up at him: "No."

"That's the little girl you like," Zhou Wanjin said triumphantly, "I can't fool you, my father, when you went to school and chatted with the pretty little girl, it was the expression you just had."

Feng Zhou put his phone in his pocket, and looked out the window expressionlessly.

Zhou Wanjin seemed to have finally found a topic with his son, and began to talk endlessly:

"Zhou Zhou, I told you that you must find someone with money in your family. If you lack anything, you can't be short of money. Your father and I were together with your mother because of lack of money. Your grandmother was a girl from the landlord's family. The house was inherited from her father, so the money is special..."

Feng Zhou squinted his eyes to blow the air, plugged in the earphones calmly, and the voice of the mechanical female voice reading English overwhelmed Zhou Wanjin's long speech.

Another house and money.

Does he only have a house and money left in his life?

Feng Zhou smiled sarcastically, but a nameless panic took root in his heart again.

Will he be like this when he becomes an adult?

Zhou Wanjin's car was parked outside a shopping plaza in the city. The plaza was brightly lit, with big traps and small circles, small traps with big circles, and the beauty was extraordinarily mellow.

Feng Zhou remembered that the last time he came to this place, he was still at odds with someone, and he laughed at him for being a road idiot.

But time passed, and the person who laughed at him became his boyfriend by accident.

He took a photo with the idea of ​​lamenting the passage of time and should cherish it, and sent it to his circle of friends without saying a word, which was very abrupt.

Then the WeChat group of the second class exploded.

[Big Fortune]: Feng Xueba posted on Moments, City B successfully bid for the Olympic Games, my friends

[Jiang Lan]: Who?What happened?

[Li Guohao]: One day, Feng Xueba finally decided to loosen up the circle of friends

[His Fudan junior]: Plant a circle of friends today, and grow ten circles of friends tomorrow

[Tai Mei is not too beautiful]: Blind student, I discovered Huadian

[Qian'er~]: I also found out, Mr. Yu, do you know some stories that we don't?

[Mathematics is so difficult]: Suggest to share

[Schrödinger's cat]: Guess

Feng Zhou cut back to his circle of friends and found that Yu Shaochun replied eight words under the photo.

"Revisit the old place, be careful to get lost."

Just as he was about to reply, he bumped into Zhou Wanjin who was in front of him.

"Zhou Zhou, remember to go in and say hello to your aunt later."

Aunt?

Feng Zhou suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.

The restaurant can indeed be called "advanced", but it should be upstart style.

A large gold-plated lamp hangs in the center of the ceiling, decorated with cheap pink glass diamonds, reflecting the harsh light.Red curtains were torn around the sides, with green gemstones on top.

Maybe the designer doesn't know the saying "red and green match bullshit", and he must still feel that he is uniquely creative.

Feng Zhou compared the warehouse house of Yu Shaochun's family by the sea with this, and sighed, thinking that Zhou Wanjin's aesthetics would be the same in his life.

Zhou Wanjin didn't know about his mental activities, so he led him to a table painted gold with his head held high, and pushed him: "Call me auntie."

In front of her was a woman in a pink dress with heavy makeup.There are ten fingers in total, seven or eight of them wear different styles of rings, and a pure gold bracelet is hung on the wrist, which looks quite heavy.

Feng Zhou understood what was going on.

This aunt should have come to join the family.

He wanted not to embarrass his father, so he took a deep breath and said, "Hello, Auntie..."

As soon as the word "good" started, it was interrupted by a woman.

"People can't eat spicy food." She glanced at Feng Zhou, raised her chin and pointed to the chili sauce on the side, "Honey, let them change this."

It turned out that in her eyes, she was not as worth talking about as a plate of chili sauce.

Feng Zhou raised his eyebrows, seeing that the aunt didn't seem to want to get along with him in harmony, and she didn't continue to pretend to be good, she dragged the chair next to her and sat down directly.

The ear-piercing "sizzling" sound of the chair scratching the tiles made people's gums sour, and everyone around them came to look at their table.

Zhou Wanjin seemed to have expected this embarrassing situation, and introduced to Feng Zhou without changing his face: "This is your Aunt Du Baimeidu, and also..."

Aunt Du took his arm, blinked her eyes with deep eyeliner, and tried to smile coquettishly: "His fiancee has been together for four or five years."

Trying to crash the plane with a coquettish smile, she is more like a spider spirit who eats children than Feng Zhou's aunt Li Hui.

Feng Zhou shuddered.

In fact, he is not interested in Zhou Wanjin's sunset red love affair at all, only deep blessings.

Zhou Wanjin pulled away Du Baimei's hand slightly calmly, and pushed the pre-dinner dessert on the table towards Feng Zhou: "Are you hungry, Zhou Zhou? Eat more."

Feng Zhou responded, and unceremoniously inserted a cake with a fork and took a bite.

Then he felt a disdainful gaze sweeping him from head to toe.

Du Baimei cleared her throat: "Xiao Feng, your father called you here today because he wanted to..."

Zhou Wanjin interrupted her: "Eat first, let's talk after eating."

"Solve the problem before eating," Du Baimei insisted, "You have been perfunctory to me for three years, and you must speak clearly today."

She turned her head to look at Feng Zhou, posing like a hostess, rubbing the gold chain on her wrist.

"We met for the first time today. Auntie doesn't want to talk too much. I..."

Feng Zhou interrupted her: "It's not the first time we meet."

Du Baimei looked at him in surprise.

"Last October, it was downstairs at my house," Feng Zhou said, "You and my dad kissed for 10 minutes in the place where you can park on the side of the road."

Du Baimei's face flushed red suddenly, she patted the table with a "bang" and said, "You're talking nonsense!"

A smile curled up on the corner of Feng Zhou's mouth, and he kicked the leg of the chair next to him, slowly digging the cake to eat.

Zhou Wanjin coaxed Du Baimei well, and asked Feng Zhou with some embarrassment: "Zhou Zhou, do you know everything?"

"I knew it earlier, and I also knew that you accept small pink cards from customers." Feng Zhou unhurriedly shook out Zhou Wanjin's information.

When Du Baimei heard the word "little card", she turned her head and gave Zhou Wanjin a look.

"Everything, it's all happened last year." The taciturn and obedient son seemed to be a little bit wrong today, which caught Zhou Wanjin a little off guard. "Don't mention the past, don't mention the past."

Feng Zhou finally finished eating that piece of cake, put down his fork and looked up: "What else do you want to say?"

Du Baimei picked up her shattered face: "Your father is going to divorce your mother after you take the college entrance examination."

Feng Zhou nodded: "I know."

"Then there is the issue of custody," Zhou Wanjin pondered. "Your Auntie Du got pregnant last month, so you may have to follow your mother after the divorce."

Although this situation had been expected long ago, the moment he heard Zhou Wanjin say it with his own ears, Feng Zhou still felt that a basin of cold water was poured directly from the Tianling Gai to his heels, which made his heart feel cold.

But he still said calmly: "I know."

Du Baimei seemed to finally have a bargaining chip to suppress his arrogance, with a contemptuous smile on his face, he took out his cosmetic bag and began to touch up his makeup in the small mirror above.

Feng Zhou didn't look at her, but looked directly at Zhou Wanjin: "Feng Qingqing doesn't want me either."

Zhou Wanjin froze for a moment, then looked at Du Baimei: "Then, how about we..."

"Don't even think about it." Du Baimei threw the cosmetic bag on the table and interrupted him with a shrill voice, "You promise me that you don't want this child, and only raise our child. Don't think about going back on your word."

"But Zhou Zhou's mother..."

Du Baimei sneered and said: "That's your two problems, it only shows that this child is really not likable, no one wants it, it must be his own problem. You raised him, maybe people will blame you behind your back! "

Zhou Wanjin couldn't say no to her: "That Zhou Zhou, why don't you go back and discuss it with your mother?"

"No need," Feng Zhou got up with his schoolbag in his hand, "I won't follow either of you."

"Since you don't want me, why did you give birth to me back then?"

Feng Zhou didn't make troubles hysterically and unreasonably like Du Baimei, but just looked at Zhou Wanjin quietly, as if he was really asking a question that had nothing to do with him.

Zhou Wanjin looked up at Feng Zhou, realizing for the first time that the child who was squatting in front of the bookcase and asked him to hold the book had grown so big.

Maybe it was guilt, maybe it was the "father's love" in his heart that finally sprouted, he got up and pushed the chair away, stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to hug Feng Zhou.

"If I had a next life," Feng Zhou said, "I would rather be strangled to death at birth than people like you to be my parents."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and left, his leg slammed into the chair next to him hard, but he didn't seem to feel the pain, and he still strode towards the restaurant door.

"weekly!"

Zhou Wanjin wanted to chase him, but Du Baimei grabbed his arm.

"If he wants to die, let him die. If he dies, it won't drag you down," she said loudly, as if she wanted Feng Zhou to hear, "Isn't it just an unfamiliar white-eyed wolf, a freak, you are excited What is it?"

After Feng Zhou turned into the fire escape next to him, he slowly slid against the wall and sat on the ground, holding his head in his hands, and buried his face in his knees tremblingly.

A girl passing by patted him on the shoulder worriedly: "Are you hypoglycemic? Do you want sugar?"

Feng Zhou raised his head and waved to her: "It's okay, I'm just too tired and want to rest for a while."

The phone in his pocket vibrated a few times, and the caller ID showed Zhou Wanjin.

Feng Zhou hung up the phone.

Zhou Wanjin made three or four calls persistently, but he refused all of them, and then put that number into the blacklist.

Zhou Wanjin sent a WeChat message saying that he was waiting for Feng Zhou at home and wanted to have a good talk with him.

Feng Zhou blocked his WeChat, and also blocked Feng Qingqing's.

He felt disgusted when he saw these two people.

No home, no parents, nothing.

He thought for a while with his mobile phone, and dialed Chen Si's number.

The author has something to say: Just taking one day off this week has cracked me up (in every sense of the word)

Take a look at the column pre-acquisition and "Roommate" next door _(:з"∠)_