Five years simulation three years first

Feng Zhou was startled, and then heard Yu Shaochun lazily say: "She knew about it a long time ago, and she is here to tease you."

Lu Xiaonan really smiled brightly: "Oh, Feng Xueba, you are so cute."

Feng Zhou blushed, and pushed the person on his shoulder angrily: "When did you take the photo? And post it to Moments?"

"Do you know Feng Xueba?" Lu Xiaonan said, "The Moments posted by this bitch have blocked everyone, and I can only see it. Doesn't his conscience hurt?"

Yu Shaochun's conscience does not hurt, and he is obviously flattered: "My desire to share has no place to release, so I will wrong you a little bit. The sky will send a great mission to everyone, so you must work hard first!"

Lu Xiaonan handed the phone to Feng Zhou, and Feng Zhou slid down from the top, and found a lot of things that he had never seen in Yu Shaochun's circle of friends before.

The way he bowed his head when doing the questions, the side face looking out of the window in a daze, and many, many moments that he never remembered, but were carefully photographed and treasured by others.

"Bitch, you're killing me," Lu Xiaonan sighed as he went to the living room, as if he didn't want to see the two of them again, "It's really killing me, if I hold back, I'll go to the nunnery next door to become a monk. "

Feng Zhou asked him in a low voice, "Why are you doing this?"

"Do you not like it?"

"No, I'm just..."

It was the first time that someone paid so much attention to it, and some were not used to it.

Yu Shaochun straightened up and rubbed his head: "Didn't Ebbinghaus say that memories would slowly disappear? So I wanted to find a way to record it."

It was already past 10:30 when the visits were over, the troubles were over, and the rehearsal was finally about to start.

Li Guohao watched the four people adjust their tunes and read the music score. He had nothing to do, and walked from one end of the living room to the other with his hands behind his back, like a leader who came to inspect.

Feng Zhou came over with a tray, and on the tray stood four bowls filled with fruit, made of white porcelain, which made the strawberries, apples, and oranges inside very attractive.

"Don't you sing?" Feng Zhou asked him.

Li Guohao touched his nose: "I don't know, I just came to watch the excitement."

Feng Zhou narrowed his eyes, thinking of what Yu Shaochun said when he watched him play basketball before, he vaguely seemed to understand something.

He put the tray down on the tea table, and Chen Si stretched his neck to look at it: "Feng Bao, this bowl in your house is quite useful, why is it still like new after five or six years."

Feng Zhouxin said that the bowls from five or six years ago were not considered old, and few people in the family often came back to eat, so it was strange that they were not new.

"Five or six years?" The guitar in Yu Shaochun's hand made noises, "Have you ever been to his house?"

Chen Si didn't understand the meaning hidden in his words: "Come here, Feng Bao often comes to copy homework when his mother is away."

Yu Shaochun narrowed his eyes and nodded meaningfully: "Oh, come here often."

What kind of flying vinegar are you eating again?

Feng Zhou was confused by him, so he picked up a fork and stuffed an orange into his mouth: "Speak less and work more."

The pulp of oranges is moist and sweet.

The well-behaved man raised his eyebrows at Chen Si with a proud face.

Li Guohao pointed to himself: "Where's mine?"

Feng Zhou glanced at him: "You go and get something to eat yourself."

"Damn," he seemed aggrieved, "others have them, but I don't. I'm partial, Feng Xueba."

Yu Shaochun poked his waist: "Don't call people around, do you want someone to cut a fruit plate for you if you have hands and feet?"

"Mr. Yu, don't you also eat fruit plates cut by others?"

"that is because--"

He almost slipped his tongue, and turned a corner in time when the words reached his lips: "Because I am his front seat and have privileges."

Li Guohao kicked his stool full of grievances, and went to the kitchen to look for food by himself.

Seeing Yu Shaochun's smug smile, Lu Xiaonan couldn't help whispering, "I've never been so speechless in my life."

What they planned was for Tang Qian and Lu Xiaonan to sing, and Yu Shaochun and Chen Si to play the guitar.

Tang Qian had never sung in public before, and he was nervous and excited. During the rehearsal, he couldn't control his passion, so he ran a mountain road with [-] bends in tune.

Yu Shaochun frowned and corrected him word by word: "You control your emotions."

"I'll work hard, Mr. Yu," Tang Qian nodded, "I'll try to save a few words next time."

Yu Shaochun was not polite to him, and slapped him on the back of the head: "Why do you try to save a few words, can you not be out of tune next time? Do your own calculations and how many days are left for the art festival?"

Tang Qian rubbed the back of his head: "Mr. Yu always does things step by step. A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. If you don't accumulate steps, you can reach a thousand miles. Gather sand into a tower..."

"Stop," Yu Shaochun said, "I didn't give you an argumentative essay composition class, and I didn't quote the scriptures. When you grind the iron pestle into needles, the day lily will be cold."

Chen Si bit the cap of his pen and sketched on the numbered musical notation: "If you don't have to correct it, he sings too hard, like a chicken that was slaughtered in my hometown."

In order to show his strength, Tang Qian immediately yelled a few words, and successfully sang Li Guohao, who was sleeping next to him, and the two started pinching on the spot, making a fuss.

Feng Zhou poked his head out from the room, with a look of anger on his face: "Can you be quiet?"

I wanted them to be quiet because Tang Qian's singing was so ugly that both people and gods were indignant, and it was a bit evil because of a manuscript in his hand.

The manuscript is not long, just a few sentences, but in his opinion, it is no less than a problem of how to send the Arctic iceberg to Alxa.

Yu Shaochun said that the host was not allowed to announce the show of his class at the art festival, and he was asked to announce it.

Feng Zhou's first reaction was to refuse.

Just kidding, last year he stood on the podium to read the self-criticism, and he was successfully recited off the stage before he could hold back the first sentence.

Even if it is stronger now than before, how strong can it be?

But Yu Shaochun still didn't change his mind: "Xiao Feng, you can definitely do it, you have to believe in yourself."

I also want to believe in myself, Feng Zhouxin said, but who gave me the courage to believe?Liang Jingru?

He sighed and tried to read the manuscript: "Someone once said that when I was young, I had nothing, but when I look at it as an adult, I was actually as rich as an emperor at that time..."

Feng Zhou didn't know whether he was rich or not, but he clearly understood that his tone was dull and boring, as if he was reading the opening report of a scientific paper.

He thought about the so-called "broadcasting and hosting" essentials that Yu Shaochun had told him in a hurry before, and read it again along the lines of [-], [-], [-], and [-], and felt that it had improved——

It is probably the improvement of white water mixed with a little salt in the meat slices.

Feng Zhou took his mobile phone and was just about to search for "high school art festival host announcer cut" to study and study, when he heard the door behind him squeak.

Li Guohao poked his head in cautiously: "Feng Xueba, are you busy?"

Feng Zhou quietly turned off the screen, preventing him from seeing the two smiling hosts in red and purple costumes, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Everyone is hungry," he shook his phone, "I want to order takeaway, what would you like to eat?"

Feng Zhou pinched his fingers and guessed that Feng Qingqing would come back tonight or tomorrow morning.

Her nose is sharper than a dog's. When Feng Zhou tasted a spicy stick from Chen Si when she was a child, Feng Qingqing could smell it when she got home, and then she was beaten.

You can't eat takeaway food, otherwise you will be found out and beaten up afterwards.

He put the piece of paper on the table: "No takeaway."

"what?"

Li Guohao was obviously stunned for a moment: "If you don't eat takeaway, what should you eat?"

Feng Zhou took the key, put on the clothes on the side and prepared to go out: "I cook."

Everyone knows that Feng Zhouyu doesn't have a special subject in mathematics, materialization, history and land administration, but few people know that he can cook.

So when he came back with the vegetables, he was naturally surrounded by a bunch of people who didn't know what to do.

Li Guohao was still immersed in the shock: "I didn't expect Feng Xueba to not only make dumplings but also cook."

"They still learn to grow well," Chen Si said, "How can we ordinary people survive?"

Tang Qian watched Feng Zhou take out the small cabbage, Chinese cabbage and lettuce from the plastic bag, picked out the rotten leaves and washed them again with water, his movements were clean and neat: "I don't know who will marry Feng Xueba in the future, The boyfriend is seductive and virtuous, so very happy."

Feng Zhou paused when he heard the washing of vegetables in his hands, and said in a somewhat weird tone: "Aren't you going to delay the rehearsal? Are you still here to watch the fun?"

"No delay, no delay," Tang Qian looked closer, "Feng Xueba, if I were a woman, I would marry you. Is it too late for me to go to Thailand to change my gender?"

Yu Shaochun stretched out his hand expressionlessly and dragged him back: "You can't become a woman and you can't marry Feng Zhou, go back and practice your pitch."

A bunch of people were sent away, Feng Zhou finally breathed a sigh of relief, and stood by the boiling pot with his watch to count the time.

The guitar sound in the living room was intermittent, and Tang Qian's extremely abrupt singing sounded occasionally, mixed with the quarrel between Yu Shaochun and Chen Si who looked at each other with disgust, and Lu Xiaonan's powerless persuasion.

It's a bit noisy, Feng Zhou thought, but also very warm. This room has never been so warm as it is today.

He is used to being alone, and he always thought that he hated places with many people, but this year, he gradually discovered that he didn't hate places with many people, but that he had never integrated into them before.

When it melts in, you will feel very warm and happy.

There was a sound of footsteps from far to near, Feng Zhou raised his head and saw Yu Shaochun sneaking up.

"The nose is quite long," Feng Zhou said, "It's just right to have a dish."

He picked a shrimp and stuffed it into Yu Shaochun's mouth, turned around to get the plate, but was hugged from behind again.

"Can it not be so boring?" Feng Zhou was a little amused, "Didn't hug enough last night?"

Where he couldn't see, a trace of confusion flashed across Yu Shaochun's face.

"not enough."

"Be careful, don't let them see it."

"If you see it, you will see it," Yu Shaochun said, "in case someone wants to change their personality and marry you."

"I can eat any kind of vinegar, and I am not afraid of dying from sourness."

"It's my fault for having such a good eye. The boyfriend I found is too good."

Co-authoring is still boasting in disguise.

After falling in love, Feng Zhou has been unable to do anything about him: "Let go of your hands, and you can't serve food."

Yu Shaochun let go obediently.

Feng Zhou heard the rustling sound of peeling plastic paper, and when he came back to his senses, his lips felt warm.

A round object was pushed onto Feng Zhou's by the tip of the man's tongue, and the taste buds were filled with the scent of strawberries with a little essence.

Still the familiar strawberry flavor is good.