Five years simulation three years first

Feng Zhou stood with his head down in the dark corridor, and calmed down his particularly disordered breathing for a while.

He didn't know what to do now, where to go.

Originally, he still had a fluke mentality before, thinking that no matter how shameless Zhou Wanjin was, he would never bring Du Baimei back before the divorce.

Facts have proved that Feng Zhou was wrong, and he was wrong too much.

Zhou Wanjin not only brought Du Baimei back, but also asked her to truly join the family.

He took a deep breath, and slowly walked down the stairs of the fire escape. Every step he took, he felt a heavy mountain on his back, which made him breathless.

Where are you going?

Feng Zhou began to think about the small hotels around him again. As soon as he reached the first floor, he saw a man leaning against the gate of the unit building and playing with his mobile phone.

The man raised his head when he heard the sound: "I knew you had to quarrel with your father, so I stayed here all the time. Don't you think I'm smart?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Zhou lowered his head.

"What's wrong with your face?" Yu Shaochun's voice seemed to tremble, "Show me."

Feng Zhou took a few steps back and hid himself in the darkness.

Yu Shaochun approached relentlessly and pulled him out of the darkness.

He looked at the palm prints on the right side of Feng Zhou's face that became more and more clear, and took a deep breath.

"Your mother beat you?"

Feng Zhou shook his head: "She's not my mother."

Yu Shaochun knew it in his heart: "It's your father?"

Feng Zhou didn't speak, and lowered his head again.

He didn't want people to see him like this, especially the person in front of him.

How embarrassing, Feng Zhou thought.

A trace of coldness covered his slightly swollen side face.

Yu Shaochun asked him, "Does it hurt?"

Feng Zhou shook his head.

"It doesn't hurt yet," he said, "as if no one has ever been slapped."

The sensor light in the corridor flashed twice and went out.

The last rays of the setting sun spilled in from the glass of the gate of the unit building, barely leaving them with a bright light.

"Where are you going?"

"I'll look for nearby hotels," Feng Zhou said, "and then go through the accommodation procedures."

Yu Shaochun narrowed his eyes, and took his hands away from his face: "Are you going to a small hotel?"

Feng Zhou nodded.

"Isn't it better to come to my house for two days than to go to a small hotel?"

"sorry to trouble you."

It's this statement again.

Yu Shaochun looked at him unkindly: "Trouble?"

is trouble.

Feng Zhou has been unwilling to bother others since he was a child. Whether it is Chen Si or Zhang Qiushuang, the favors owed to them will always be repaid later as scheduled.

No one wants to be troubled, plus I am always wandering, like a person who grew up eating a lot of food, no matter how much I like and love the person, if I am troubled too much, my love will be wiped out.

And he only had Yu Shaochun left.

"It's a little troublesome," Feng Zhou said, "and your family will be inconvenient."

He was about to leave after speaking, but was stopped by Yu Shaochun.

The young man seemed really angry, and raised his voice slightly: "Inconvenient? Why is it inconvenient? You have met my sister, my mother said every day that she wants you to be a godson, and my father is away on business four days a week. You said it was inconvenient." where?"

Feng Zhou glanced at him.

"How about that," Yu Shaochun sighed, "You stay at my house until the dormitory is vacated after the accommodation procedures are completed. During this period, I will charge you a rent fee on a daily basis. What do you think?"

Feng Zhou looked at the silhouette of the boy in the dim light: "Will you really charge me for the accommodation?"

"Yeah, yeah, cheating is a puppy, if you have money, you don't make money, you bastard," Yu Shaochun said viciously, "I'll take your money as the small hotel outside charges you. I'm satisfied with the undead child?"

Feng Zhou said, "Then you promise."

"Guarantee, guarantee, guarantee, do you want to pull a tick?"

Feng Zhou Yiyan stretched out his little finger, Yu Shaochun froze for a moment, then stretched out his own.

Two little fingers clasp each other in mid-air.

Yu Shaochun shook his hand: "Are you satisfied?"

Feng Zhou nodded, and wanted to put his hand down, but was held tightly.

Yu Shaochun looked at him with a frown, touched the palm print on his right cheek, and whispered, "How could such a pretty child be willing to do it?"

Originally, Feng Zhou's occasional slap by Feng Qingqing was beyond normal, even if he was slapped by Zhou Wanjin, it was just a different person.

She beat it or he beat it, it was the same, he didn't think it was a big deal, the pain passed after a while.

What really chilled him was Zhou Wanjin's attitude.

But for some reason, after listening to Yu Shaochun's words, an emotion called grievance was released from the bottom of his heart, circling his entire chest with teeth and claws, making people feel sore and swollen.

"L do not look good."

"It's just beautiful."

Feng Zhou bowed his head and took out his mobile phone from his pocket to transfer money to him: "Pay today's rent first."

Yu Shaochun gritted his teeth and looked at Feng Zhou: "You."

After a while, it seemed that there was really nothing to do with him, and he sighed: "You."

***

Yu Shaochun had been taking Feng Zhou to wander outside his neighborhood, because Feng Zhou said that he wanted to get rid of the swelling before going.

He knew that Feng Zhou didn't want Shen Yingying to worry, but he still joked, "Yo, I didn't expect Xiao Feng to be quite an idol."

Summer nights always come a little late.Huoshaoyun sent away the sun and brought back a sky full of stars. Except for the winter, the air pollution in City D is not serious. Occasionally, when the weather is clear, you can see many stars.

Downstairs in Yu Shaochun's house, the old man who was supposed to listen to the radio moved a stool and sat in his old position with a cattail fan. Mix together, no one will let anyone else.The children were running around on their bicycles, and the bells next to the handlebars rang so loudly that they could ring from one building to another.

Feng Zhou thought about his so-called community with reasonable planning and good environment, and sighed in his heart.

No matter how you think, that house is the style that Feng Qingqing would buy.

"My dad is at home," Yu Shaochun said, "but don't be afraid, he's easy to talk to."

Feng Zhou was silent for a while: "Should I come back another day?"

"What are you doing next time?"

"...Your dad will be a little embarrassed if he hasn't seen me."

The whole family is there, like meeting the parents in the legend.

"Where's the embarrassment?" Yu Shaochun didn't seem to think there was anything inappropriate, "Didn't I say yesterday that I had the opportunity to take you home for dinner? Today is the opportunity."

The subtext of "have a chance" experienced by Feng Zhou is an opportunity to "see you again in this life".

He didn't expect that the "opportunity" in front of him was "create an opportunity even if there is no chance".

When Yu Shaochun opened the door, a clear and familiar soprano voice floated out from the room.

His voice overwhelmed the singing that was even higher than the waves, and he shouted at the top of his voice without expression: "Mom, do you think I brought back who?"

Shen Yingying came out of her bedroom, her eyes lit up, and she saw Feng Zhou standing behind Yu Shaochun.

"Oh, Xiao Feng, are you here again?" Shen Yingying said pleasantly, "You came just in time, we haven't cooked yet, just in time for dinner."

Feng Zhou nodded cautiously and said, "Hello, Auntie."

"Will it be crowded if you live in the same room with Xiaochun? If it is crowded, let Xiaochun play the floor. He is rough and thick and not afraid of the cold."

Feng Zhou froze for a moment, then understood immediately.

Yu Shaochun probably communicated with Shen Yingying first, and went back to his house like this, saving himself the embarrassment of being interrogated.

If this person wants to take care of someone, he must do it in a watertight way, so that the person being taken care of will not feel uncomfortable.

When the door of the room opposite to Shen Yingying's bedroom was opened, a pillow fell out from inside: "Yu Shaochun, you are sick, do you cry like ghosts when you come home?"

Yu Sixuan poked her head out, and was about to curse a few more words in a fit of anger, when her eyes widened suddenly.

"Sixuan, come here, come here," Shen Yingying took her arm and pulled her over, "Let me introduce, this is Feng Zhou, your mother and my new godson."

It turned out that Ms. Shen Yingying hadn't given up on making herself her godson.

Yu Sixuan stared at the two of them, and said dryly, "Mom, I know him."

Yu Shaochun smiled proudly at Yu Sixuan: "Quickly call him brother."

"Damn," Yu Sixuan scolded, "what a fart."

Feng Zhou didn't see Yu Shaochun's father until the few people had had enough fuss and dispersed.

Father Yu's full name is Yu Xiumu, which is taken from the phrase "Talk about Faith and Xiumu" in "A Journey to the Great Dao".

He was wearing a dark green shirt, and he had a pair of rimless glasses on the bridge of his nose. His Danfeng eyes were hidden behind the lenses, curved in a gentle arc.The wife and children sat at the table drinking tea all the time when they were playing and fighting, and looked at them with a smile, kind and kind.

This Zhenyu is always an innovative industrialist, he opened a hotel after completing the cram school, and opened a shopping mall after opening the hotel.Adhering to the principle of never hanging on a tree, we have been developing and never stop.

But looking at him now, Feng Zhou felt that he was not like a businessman, but more like a teacher.

"Student Feng, you are welcome to join our family," Yu Xiumu held out his hand to Feng Zhou, "I have admired your name for a long time."

join what?

Yu Xiumu didn't seem to feel that there was any ambiguity in his words, and made him a cup of tea: "Thanks to you, otherwise Xiaochun would be so proud and complacent that he would fly to the sky."

Yu Shaochun stood behind him and made a face at him.

"Is it tiring to study?" Yu Xiumu asked, "My Xiaochun is pretty skinny, does he bully you?"

Feng Zhou considered it carefully: "He...is fine."

Yu Shaochun frowned behind him: "I bully him? How dare I!"

Yu Xiumu glared at him with a stern face: "You even dare to ask the school to resign from the teacher, why not?"

This is true.

Yu Shaochun touched his nose, his eyes drifted away.

"If Xiaochun is naughty at school, you can help your uncle beat him up," Yu Xiumu enthusiastically shared with Feng Zhou a trick of beating up, "Just start pinching, you know? It's just picking the thin skin, especially It hurts, and the educational significance is very profound.”

Feng Zhou nodded in confusion.

Although, uncle, why do you have so much experience?

Shen Yingying walked to the dining table with a plate of cold salad, reached out and grabbed a piece of meat on Yu Xiumu's neck and twisted it hard: "I don't have any vision, but I'm still talking here after the food is served. Do you think you and the staff How about a meeting?"

Feng Zhou watched Yu Xiumu's previous expression of the old god in Zai collapse instantly, his facial features were painfully tangled together, and his heart shuddered.

It turns out that the experience of being pinched is extremely rich.