Five years simulation three years first

Yu Shaochun approached him from under the shadow of the tree: "It's such a coincidence that I met you when I was shopping here."

"Where do you live?"

"That's it..." Yu Shaochun randomly pointed in a direction, "Over there."

This man is really good at talking nonsense with his eyes open.

Feng Zhou didn't have the energy to continue standing here chatting with him, so he nodded silently, and continued to walk forward.

Yu Shaochun called to him: "Do you want to go home?"

"I......"

Before he could finish speaking, someone grabbed his arm.

"I guess you don't want to go home now," Yu Shaochun said, "Would you like to accompany me to the supermarket?"

Feng Zhou originally thought that "going to the supermarket" was the reason he was looking for casually, but he didn't expect that Yu Shaochun seemed to really want to buy something.

He held Feng Zhou in one hand and the phone in the other, muttering: "A bottle of sesame oil, a bag of pasta, black pepper... what is written here?"

"What are you looking at?"

"Shen Yingying wrote me a shopping list, but I can't understand what she wrote."

Feng Zhou asked softly, "Can I let you go?"

"No," he said, "Some people are road-crazy and easy to lose."

Feng Zhou gritted his teeth and said, "...Then I really thank you."

The shopping plaza is still brightly lit, and there are unexpectedly many people in the supermarket, especially in front of the daily necessities shelves. There are still a bunch of old men and old ladies staring at the discounted eggs.

Yu Shaochun held a bag of sour plum and green orange flavored Oreos and asked Feng Zhou, "How about I buy this for Yu Sixuan?"

"Are you sending her away?"

"That's not true," he said. "I just want her to taste it for me. If it tastes good, I'll buy it."

While talking, he threw the bag of sour plum and green orange Oreos into the shopping cart, and was attracted by the pink instant noodle bucket not far away.

"Look, Xiao Feng, it's cherry blossom-flavored instant noodles!"

"I advise you not to," Feng Zhou said, "Some food can bring you happiness, but some food can take you away."

Yu Shaochun didn't listen to his advice: "What if Yu Sixuan likes to eat? See how good-looking the instant noodles are, she will definitely be very moved."

The two walked around the snack area enough before walking slowly towards the cashier. Halfway through the walk, Yu Shaochun remembered that the caviar that Shen Yingying told him was not bought, so he sent Feng Zhou to the self-service cashier first.

"I'm going to buy a bottle of caviar," he said with a serious face, "you don't want to walk around here."

"Who are you taking advantage of?"

"I'm serious, don't talk to strangers and don't walk around until I come back."

Feng Zhou frowned and pushed him: "I know, I know, let's go."

Bored, he leaned against the chewing gum stand, took out his mobile phone and looked at Moments and class groups for a while, and was about to send a WeChat message to ask Yu Shaochun if he had finished buying, when someone patted his arm.

An old man with a stooped back said softly: "Young man, what kind of code is mine, why can't I scan it?"

Feng Zhou put his phone back in his pocket, and picked up a bundle of vegetables that the old man had placed on the table next to him: "You have to scan this barcode."

The old man nodded, half understanding, picked up another bag of candy, and asked, "What about this one?"

Feng Zhou turned over the sticker on it and showed it to her: "Here."

He glanced at the small pile of things bought by the old man next to him, and guessed that even if he taught her, she might not be able to understand it.

"Let me sweep it for you," he said, "it's quicker."

The old man smiled embarrassingly: "My daughter is working overtime today, and there is nothing to cook at home. I wanted to go out and buy something, but why is there no one here to pay me? I stood for a long time and couldn't find anyone to help me."

"It's okay," Feng Zhou smiled, "Aren't I helping you?"

When Yu Shaochun came back with the caviar, he saw Feng Zhou bent slightly to listen to the old man beside him, with a rare gentle smile on his face.He took the plastic bag from the side, carefully put all the things the old man bought into it, tied a knot, and handed it to her.

The old man nodded tremblingly: "Thank you, young man, there are still many good people in this society."

"I'm not a good person," Feng Zhou said, "Be careful on the way back."

He kept watching the old man walk out of the supermarket, and when he turned around, he saw Yu Shaochun standing not far away, looking at him with a half-smile.

"Why didn't you call me when you came back?"

Yu Shaochun shook the caviar on the code scanner and put it in a bag: "I want to take a good look at my kind boyfriend."

"I'm not kind," Feng Zhou helped him pack the leftovers. "I just thought of my grandma. She might also be someone else's grandma. If my grandma encounters such a thing, I hope someone will help her."

Yu Shaochun walked out the door carrying two heavy plastic bags: "Our Xiao Feng is really great."

"I'm not good," he unconsciously kicked the pebbles by his feet, "I...are actually pretty bad."

Yu Shaochun squeezed his hand: "What's so bad? She's kind, smart, and cute."

"...Where is it cute?"

"for example--"

The two turned to a side road with few people. Yu Shaochun leaned into his ear and said softly, "When you called me little brother."

The hot air hit the earlobe, and Feng Zhou's head buzzed, like a firework exploding.

He took a few steps back without any trace: "I... have to go home."

"Go home?" Yu Shaochun looked at him under the street lamp, "Don't think about it again?"

"Considering what?"

Feng Zhou asked, and suddenly understood something.

Why did Yu Shaochun appear at the door of Chen Si's bar by such a coincidence?

He almost gritted his teeth and asked, "Did that idiot Chen Si tell you everything? When did you two become so close?"

Yu Shaochun didn't answer him, but just quietly waited for him to finish speaking.

"You just have to," Feng Zhou squeezed out a few words jerky, "you just have to come and see my jokes, don't you?"

"I didn't detour to this supermarket far away from home to buy things just to see your jokes. I just think you need someone to accompany you."

Yu Shaochun walked over slowly and stood in front of him: "Where do you want to go tonight if I don't come? A small hotel? Have you brought your ID card? Is there enough money? In case of an accident, who knows? What will I do if something happens to you? What about your family?"

"My family doesn't care about me. They want me to die. After I die, they will be free and have their own lives."

Feng Zhou could no longer maintain the composure he had been vulnerable to before Du Baimei, and he let out a sob like a wounded animal from his throat.

He seemed about to roar out with thunderous anger, but in the end there was only this whimper left.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Feng Zhou shook his head, neither spoke nor cried, and bit his lips tightly, as if restraining the unspeakable sadness.

"I'm your boyfriend," Yu Shaochun said, "I will be very sad if you do this."

"sorry."

Yu Shaochun sighed: "Then why don't you stay at my house tonight? My parents are not here, don't worry, it won't be embarrassing."

***

The small buildings of Yu Shaochun's house were still surrounded by smoke and fire, and there were more children playing downstairs, the old men were shaking cattail fans, and Shan Tianfang's storytelling on the diode radio had a new chapter.

He led Feng Zhou upstairs.The lights in the corridor seemed to be broken, flickering one after another, and my patience seemed to run out at any time.

"Find the key for me," Yu Shaochun said, "Do you see if it's in the left pocket or the right."

Feng Zhou responded, and reached out to touch it.

The sensor light "cracked" and a complete strike was declared.He reached out his hand to feel in the darkness, and within a few touches he heard Yu Shaochun gasp.

"Student Xiao Feng, don't touch casually."

That's a lot to ask for.

Feng Zhou groped for a long time before he found his bunch of keys, and asked, "Which one?"

Yu Shaochun's voice was abnormally low and hoarse: "Try one by one."

He tried two according to his promise, and when he reached the third one, the door lock clicked.

Feng Zhou pushed the door open and reached out to take the bag in Yu Shaochun's hand: "I'll help you get one."

The door closed behind him, and his hands were tightly clasped.

A ray of moonlight spilled across the floor through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room, illuminating the entrance and half of Yu Shaochun's profile.

There seems to be something wrong with the atmosphere.

For some reason, Feng Zhou's heart beat faster and faster, and he heard the sound of a bag full of things being thrown on the ground.

Then a pair of lips covered his.

At first, it was just a gentle caress, and later it was extremely aggressive/deep.Yu Shaochun squeezed his wrist and pressed the person against the wall, snatching the warmth from the other person's lips like a drowning man thirsting for oxygen. He trembled almost dizzily.

Whoever it is will not be too sober at this time.Feng Zhou felt as if he was sinking in a sea called Indulgence, ups and downs, someone pulled his hand and then he went up, silent and trembling, letting this strange emotion swallow him up.

If you are tired of rationality on weekdays, it is also a good idea to choose indulgence at this moment.

It wasn't until the sound of storytelling outside suddenly disappeared that Yu Shaochun suddenly woke up, staggered a few steps, and almost bumped into the shoe cabinet.

He was dizzy, as if a little lack of oxygen, he took a deep breath for a while before he could barely see everything around him.

He turned on the light in the entrance, and a beam of warm yellow light poured down, sweeping away the ambiguous and secretive air just now.

The corners of Feng Zhou's eyes were a little red, and the bright red stood out against the white.

Depend on.

Fuck, big problem.

"Have you eaten yet?" Yu Shaochun stammered, trying to change the subject, feeling that the song's question was a bit wrong, and the quality was terrible, "I'll make something casually, and then, you, uh..."

Feng Zhou coughed lightly, and the blush spread from the base of his ears to his face again.He looked away: "You, do you want to..."

Yu Shaochun knew what he wanted to say, gritted his teeth and said "I will get rid of it", and fled into the kitchen with a plastic bag in embarrassment.