Five years simulation three years first

The dinner was prepared by Ms. Shen Yingying. It is said that this opportunity has been fought for a long time with Mr. Yu Xiumu.

The last time I saw Yu Sixuan was only in a hurry, but this time I had the opportunity to eat at the same table, so Feng Zhou realized that the "noisy" personality can be inherited from the family.

A meal was full of smog, and the two pairs of chopsticks were back and forth between the cups, bowls, plates and spoons.

Those who didn't know thought it was a war.

Feng Zhou's family basically never had three people eating together. Even once or twice, they just ate their own food in silence, and left the table without saying a word. Even the table sharing in the small restaurant looked better than theirs. Like a family of three.

So I have never seen such a lively scene.

Yu Sizhen talked about her liberal arts class, Yu Shaochun had to fight her to talk about today's rehearsal, and wanted to imitate Tang Qian's chicken crowing on the spot, but Yu Sizhen twisted his arm.

Not only did Yu Xiumu not stop him, but he also looked cheerfully beside Feng Zhou: "Young people are really energetic."

He was so energetic that he almost turned the dining table over.

Shen Yingying cooks, so according to his family's tradition, Yu Xiumu and Yu Shaochun wash the bowls.

Yu Sixuan sat on the sofa, raised her feet and touched the opened package of Oreos from the gap between the cushion and the cushion.

Green skinned.

Feng Zhou's eyes were fixed.

If it was in his own home, not to mention whether Feng Qingqing would tear off his skin, he himself would definitely not be able to bear any food scraps falling on the fabric sofa that was very difficult to clean.

Yu Sixuan seemed to notice that he was looking at her all the time, and stretched out her hand: "Do you want to eat? I stole it from Yu Shaochun, and I will show you some kindness."

Feng Zhou shook his head.

I think it should be the Oreo with sour plum and green citrus flavor.

He found out that in the few hours since he came to Yu's house, he had subconsciously compared his home with other people's homes from different angles many times, and then sighed in his heart.

Sure enough, this is how a normal family gets along, right?

With hands full of foam, Yu Shaochun poked his head out from the kitchen: "Mom, you can teach him how to announce the curtain by the way."

Feng Zhou secretly thought something was wrong, he got up and was about to slip away, when he saw Shen Yingying Shi Shiran walking in front of him.

"What's the announcement?" She held an apple in her hand, "Show auntie?"

Feng Zhou's first reaction was to refuse: "No need, no need."

Shen Yingying sat beside him affectionately: "Auntie understands what you think, you haven't performed in front of everyone before, have you?"

Feng Zhou nodded.

Shen Yingying took a bite of the apple: "Wait, Auntie will find you some chicken soup."

chicken soup?

Ms. Shen floated away and came again, holding a thick photo album in her hand.

She turned to the first page: "Xuanxuan is learning to dance, you know that?"

Yu Sixuan, who was watching the play, seemed to remember something, and flung herself forward with all her teeth and claws: "You can't show it to him!"

"Look what's wrong?" Shen Yingying raised the photo album, "Who doesn't have a bad history?"

She put the album away and pointed it to Feng Zhou: "Look, this is Xuanxuan's first performance at someone's wedding."

Yu Sixuan could tell that she was a beauty when she was a child.With big eyes and a high nose bridge, specially styled hair, and a white pettiskirt, she looks like a little Disney princess on the run—

If it wasn't for kneeling on the stage in a dog-eating mud position and being photographed.

It's really grabbing the ground with the head.

Yu Sixuan, who was born on the other hand, is also very dedicated to his work, even grabbing the ground with his head with a smile on his face.

Ms. Shen is not ashamed, but proud: "Look at Xuanxuan now, she has a solid foundation and a good temperament, but who knows that she once fell into the mud in public?"

Feng Zhou was really shocked by this dark history, but his eyes were involuntarily attracted by the photos next to him.

The teenagers in those photos still have a little childish baby fat on their faces, and they are smiling brightly.

The smile of holding the competition certificate in front of parents, the smile of riding a children's bicycle for the first time, and the smile of standing under the banner of "June [-] Cultural Report Performance" with flowers in their arms.

For no reason, he thought of Yu Shaochun's smile now, which was a little less childlike, and a little more cynical and rebellious.

But just as good looking as before.

"...So Xiao Feng, do you understand?" Shen Yingying finished her lecture on "acting", "The most important thing is to be brave and not afraid of embarrassment."

Feng Zhou came back to his senses: "Aren't you afraid of embarrassment if you perform too much?"

Shen Yingying shook her head seriously: "No, more performances means more embarrassment, and more embarrassment, you will get used to it."

***

It was almost nine o'clock when he was released from Shen Yingying's hands.

Feng Zhou has suffered a lot since he was a child, both mentally and physically.

And the degree of torture he suffered just now is temporarily second only to the existence of running 1000 meters in his heart.

Yu Xiumu insisted on returning to the company for a meeting after washing the dishes, and missed a good show, leaving Yu Shaochun and Yu Sixuan, two spectators who watched the fun and enjoyed Feng Zhou's training journey, laughing hard on the sofa.

No friends love.

Although it was really embarrassing, Feng Zhou unexpectedly didn't feel awkward.

On the contrary, I also want to laugh a little when I recite the lines.

After a whole day of cooking, quarrels and beatings, Feng Zhou felt a little tired. After a brief wash, he still stubbornly took out a biology book from his schoolbag and opened the page he saw last time.

Yu Shaochun washed his hair without blowing it off, and went back to the room from the bathroom wet, only to see Feng Zhou leaning on the bedside with a book in his hands, his glasses slipped to the tip of his nose, and he muttered something.

The word "creature" came into sight clearly.

"Please, don't imitate it," he said helplessly, "If you go to work in any company in the future, you must be a model worker who clocks in and leaves on time every day. The boss will be moved to tears when he sees it."

Feng Zhou adjusted his glasses: "Look at the secretary's knowledge points when you have time, it's better than some people cramming."

"Some people" were poked at the pain point and wanted to scratch him: "That's because I'm smart! I have a photographic memory! You're just jealous of me!"

He was absolutely right.

During the period when he moved in as his deskmate, Feng Zhou carefully observed and recorded the study status of this former rival and current boyfriend. He concluded that with this attitude, if he didn’t have that smart brain, he might not even be able to get into the top 200 in the school. .

Feng Zhou had long been prepared for his anger, and stretched out his hand to stop him: "Go and blow your hair."

"Don't blow-dry, the hair quality will easily deteriorate after blow-drying," Yu Shaochun said, "Wait for it to dry naturally."

He didn't even seem to be bothering to wipe his head, water droplets fell on the floor, leaving a mark from the door to the bed.

Feng Zhou glanced at the four open windows that were happily pouring wind into the room, sighed, picked up the hair dryer from the bedside table and plugged it in, and waved to Yu Shaochun: "Come on."

Yu Shaochun sat on the edge of the bed, and Feng Zhou knelt behind him with a hair dryer, brushing his hair casually.

The hair dryer buzzed overhead, as if subtly resonating with the heartbeat in his chest.

"Have you ever participated in the trivia competition for elementary and middle school students?" Feng Zhou asked suddenly, "The one in 09?"

Yu Shaochun frowned and thought for a while: "I have participated, No.1 was squeezed out by related households, and I almost didn't compete for No.2, so I took the third place. How do you know that I participated?"

"Shen Yingying showed me the photos."

"Damn, she'll show you all those silly photos?" Yu Shaochun's voice was rarely nervous, "Am I stupid? I smile like a sunflower."

Not stupid, very cute, and now also looks like a sunflower.

But Feng Zhou still didn't tell the truth: "Yeah, it's stupid, it's so stupid."

"Then forget about them."

"No."

"why?"

Feng Zhou smiled: "Because I found a very coincidental thing."

"what's up?"

"I also participated in the competition."

"Then?"

"I'm the number two."

Yu Shaochun stared at the floor lost in thought.

Feng Zhou patted him on the back in a good mood, indicating that his hair was almost blown out: "So you failed me in the second grade, and you can't pass me now, which shows that there is something wrong with your study method .”

"That's because I have a good attitude! Don't fight, don't grab!" Yu Shaochun gritted his teeth, "Don't look down on others, if you can pass you once, you can pass you twice, just wait for me!"

Feng Zhou put the hair dryer back on the bedside table, picked up the biology book that had been put aside just now, looked at the back of Yu Shaochun going to flip through the notebook after being irritated, and curled up the corners of his lips calmly.

36 tactics of aggressive generals.

So when Shen Yingying opened the door at eleven o'clock as usual and came in to call people to sleep, she saw two people sitting on the bed, each holding a book in their hands.

Feng Zhou took a notebook and asked Yu Shaochun: "Who is the first female poet in the history of our country?"

"Li Qingzhao?"

"That's the first female poet." Feng Zhou frowned, took a pen and made a mark in his notebook, "Cai Wenji, remember."

Shen Yingying blinked.

When she came to ask Yu Shaochun to sleep on the weekend before, she could always see someone lying on the bed playing games without any image, playing the sound effects of fighting and killing inside, and she couldn't sleep.

It's useless to remind me. Once reminded, I will say immediately, and once immediately, I will say immediately for an hour.

Occasionally, Yu Sixuan came to stir up the flames, and in the bedroom on the other side, she also replied "it will be soon" three times in a row, which made Shen Yingying angry every time.

"It's eleven o'clock, go to bed early on weekends." It was the first time for Shen Yingying to gently urge her to sleep, and she was not used to it, "You can learn it tomorrow when you wake up."

Feng Zhou looked at her: "Auntie, don't worry, we will go to sleep after finishing this page of knowledge."

Yu Shaochun stretched out his hand to Shen Yingying in grief and anger: "Mom! Help me! I'm going to be killed by him!"

Feng Zhou's ruthless voice sounded behind him: "Who are the four masters of the early Tang Dynasty?"

The merciless Ms. Shen waved to him and closed the door gently.

Feng Zhou did what he said, and took another half an hour to recite that page of common knowledge with him before allowing him to wash up and go to bed.

Yu Shaochun's mind was full of the seven sons of Jian'an, the eight great masters of Tang and Song Dynasties, and finally took the time to wipe his face and flipped through WeChat.

Usually, they often form a black car team in the "Taoyuan Seven Brothers" group on weekends. Every time, he is the most active in forming a team, and "Timidd" starts after nine o'clock.

But today everyone is here except Yu Shaochun, which is quite unusual.

Lu Xiaonan asked in the group: "What's wrong with Mr. Yu today? Isn't it fixed to start losing points at 09:30?"

"Mr. Yu, Mr. Yu, please answer if you receive it," Li Guohao said, "Is Mr. Yu afraid of being swooped down to the brass by us, so he played alone? A traitor to the revolution."

Tai Mei seemed to have arranged [-] dramas in her head long ago, and said with a bit of worry: "Is it possible that someone is finally coveting Mr. Yu's Wanguan family wealth, so taking advantage of the dark and windy night of this month..."

Li Guohao sent a team link, and there was only one spot left.He quickly discarded the half-sentence he hadn't finished typing and happily joined the team, regardless of the life or death of the "kidnapped" Yu Shaochun.

Yu Shaochun wiped his hands, and replied viciously: "I've been locked up."

"Is there such a thing as a bird in broad daylight?" Tang Qian asked, "Tell me, what kind of confinement are you in?"

Feng Zhou, who had been spying on the screen, suddenly erupted, and put down a few indifferent big words: "Common sense of Chinese and literature."