Five years simulation three years first

Lu Xiaonan, as a person holding the script, said that I have read all of this quite thoroughly, and I disdain to participate in the gossip discussions of my classmates.

In the afternoon, the Ministry of Culture and Sports notified the first and second graders who participated in the art festival to send two representatives to the Education Office for a meeting. Lu Xiaonan saw through Tang Qian and Chen Si's intentions to escape the afternoon self-study class and go to the meeting with him, and asked Yu Shaochun to go with him.

Yu Shaochun pretended to leave the classroom door with a 3500-word notebook in his hand, and his voice was just right enough for Feng Zhou, who was standing in front of the blackboard to leave his homework, to hear: "Squad leader, why are you interrupting my study? I'm reciting vocabulary here, so it's too late to go out." Back ten!"

Feng Zhou frowned and glanced at him, then reached out and closed the classroom door.

Lu Xiaonan was expressionless.

Brad Pitt can't play you.

She pretended to ask casually: "You two have a good relationship now?"

"Not good," Yu Shaochun said with a downcast face, "He doesn't love me at all."

"really?"

I do not believe.

Yu Shaochun was intrigued by her question: "We chatted on WeChat, and I told him that I recited 40 words today. He said that he has made progress, and he will strive to recite 50 words tomorrow. This month's performance will be the same as a meeting with the leader."

"Mr. Yu, do you know?"

"what?"

Lu Xiaonan said viciously: "There is a way of begging for beatings called open and dark show."

The two walked and chatted all the way, and they were in a very comfortable mood when they went, but they were not as happy when they came back.

I even shared this unhappiness with several other people who were going to participate in the show.

Tang Qian screamed: "Why do the performers arrive at six in the morning? Why why why?"

"What the hell is the unified bus?" Chen Si said, "Departure at five in the morning? Are you dreaming?"

Li Guohao drifted past him: "If you don't want to go, you can give me the opportunity."

Lu Xiaonan looked indifferent: "No one is waiting to learn from you, so don't come and join in the fun."

Feng Zhou had no objection to the bus leaving at five o'clock in the morning, and cast his gaze outside the door calmly.

Tai Mei broke his leg during a sports meeting, and after going to the hospital to get a cast, he brought a wheelchair back with him.

The patient's legs are pretty good, and he doesn't use the wheelchair very much recently, so it's cheaper for others.

Yu Shaochun was sitting on it to experience the life of the disabled, followed by three eager to try, which attracted the attention of people in the corridor between classes.A few girls from the next class stood beside them, covering their mouths and laughing quietly, not knowing what to say together.

Feng Zhou suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

This unhappiness had been dormant for a while after knowing that the person Yu Shaochun liked was him, and now it tentatively showed itself again.

"Feng Xueba?" Lu Xiaonan called him, "Can you?"

Feng Zhou came back to his senses: "What?"

Tang Qian said weakly: "It means that we will go out together after the bonfire party tomorrow night, but I don't think I will have the energy to get up at four in the morning, and I probably will die young."

Feng Zhou lowered his eyes: "I can do anything."

When I looked up again, the person who was acting funny in the sun just now had disappeared.

***

Before school was over the day before the art festival, Tan Yuanzhao deliberately stayed for a long time for the students to have a meeting.

"It is forbidden to bring a series of alcoholic drinks," he read according to the list issued by the teaching office. "Two years ago, there was a person who sneaked Tsingtao beer here. was stopped."

Several students laughed softly, and were glared at by Tan Yuanzhao.

"Also, a man and a woman are absolutely not allowed to be alone for any reason, and there will be teachers following and filming."

His eyes paused for a moment between the two or three secret lovers in the class, containing a bit of helpless warning.

The little girl stuck out her tongue mischievously, secretly looked at her boyfriend, shrugged, as if she had expected it and laughed at the "stalking and shooting".

The list made by the dean's office has dozens of items to pay attention to. It seems that the school really put in a lot of effort for this lost and found bonfire party.

But as usual, few people are willing to listen to these long-winded speeches. A piece of draft paper with strange function diagrams drawn on the back is passed from the first row to the last row, and the names of many skewers are listed on it.

Some of the handwriting is delicate, some are cursive, and some are incomprehensible to anyone.

Among them, the bombarded squid and cumin veal are followed by the most straight numbers and seem to be the most popular.

"...When you are playing, don't forget the final exam in early July." Tan Yuanzhao has long seen the small movements of these children and is too lazy to take care of it. "This final exam is related to whether everyone can continue to study in the next semester." The experimental class, and the next bonfire party, can we have a barbecue with you in the front, back, left, and right sides of the stove."

Yu Shaochun poked Feng Zhou: "What else do you want to eat? I bought it from my house."

Feng Zhou is not interested in this kind of oily and salty food: "Whatever."

Tang Qian turned his head: "Mr. Yu, Mr. Yu, do you have anything like that at home?"

"what?"

"Australian lobster, New Zealand mutton, and Qinhuangdao abalone," Tang Qian said, "There are some that are not available outside of the super tall universities. Let me show you guys."

Yu Shaochun scolded with a smile: "How can you use that kind of thing for barbecue?"

Tang Qian snorted: "Isn't that what is written in the novels? Gao Lengba always spends a lot of money at school to fill a truck with food and drink that he has never seen before, just to please his little lover. Don’t give everyone the same money.”

What are Gao Lengba's president and his little lover?

"Read less Mary Su novels, learn more, young man."

Feng Zhou suddenly said, "I haven't seen it either, I want to see it."

"Know what?"

He raised his head from his notebook and said with a bit of seriousness: "Australian lobster that is bigger than your head."

"..."

Yu Shaochun looked at him with complicated eyes: "Are you serious?"

Feng Zhou nodded.

Sighing, he pulled out the draft paper from the hole in the table, and wanted to add "Australian lobster" to the last line, and then someone held down his hand.

There was a bit of a smile in Feng Zhou's voice: "I'm just kidding you, don't believe it."

"Damn, how could you do this?" Yu Shaochun's eyes widened, "I realized that I never recognized your true face before, Xiao Feng."

"What's the real face?"

Yu Shaochun complained: "I thought you were a deceitful but honest kid before, but I didn't expect you to be so rotten!"

**

There are three children living in the Yu family, the two are biological, and the godson of Ms. Shen Yingying, all of them are going to perform at the art festival by chance.

Before the whole world woke up, the Yu family was in chaos.

Shen Yingying said the day before that she would get up to make breakfast for them, and vowed that she would never stay in bed.

She woke up at 04:30, but she dozed off standing in front of the stove while frying eggs, almost burning the pot, and the siren of the range hood blared loudly.

The Yu Shaochun brothers and sisters were not much better either, one hung on him the whole time while washing, and the other curled up in the corner of the sofa and dozed off little by little, unable to scream no matter what.

Feng Zhou was so busy that he took care of the three by himself, which made him exhausted physically and mentally.

It's better for Shen Yingying not to get up early, because he can take care of one less person.

Lu Xiaonan pinned his watch and waited in front of the two school buses, and finally saw the two fairies in his class at five o'clock.

Feng Zhou still had an anxious face on his way, and nodded to her: "I'm sorry, something happened this morning."

Lu Xiaonan raised his eyebrows and looked at the other sleepy-eyed person who was leading him behind him, his mood was calm: "Okay, hurry up, we're about to drive."

A group of people fell asleep in the car.

Usually it is difficult to go to school from six o'clock, but this time it is difficult to describe them as "embarrassing" for them to gather at five o'clock this time.

Yu Shaochun fell asleep all the way in the taxi, and now he woke up, grabbing the car seat and harassing Tang Qian and Chen Si in the front row.

Chen Si murmured and cursed something, and reached out to push his hand away.

"Stop making trouble," Feng Zhou felt a little tired now, "sit quietly."

Yu Shaochun said "oh", and sat back in his seat honestly.

Then Feng Zhou leaned his head on his shoulder: "I'll squint for a while, and call me somewhere."

"......Oh."

The person who was just about to harass someone in the seat next to him froze for a moment, and then gently closed the curtains by the car window.

Then, she kissed him quietly on the side of the cheek, trying to cover it up, and raised her head to look around.

Tang Qian woke up in a daze after sleeping for half an hour, grabbed the lyrics that had been ravaged for a week, went around to find Yu Shaochun: "Mr. Yu, Mr. Yu, I will sing it to you in a low voice, look—"

A hand was unceremoniously covering his mouth.

"Hush," Yu Shaochun glared at him, "Do you have any insight?"

As soon as Tang Qian lowered his head, he saw Feng Zhou obediently sleeping on Yu Shaochun's shoulder.

He felt a shudder behind him inexplicably, and his sixth sense told him that he almost died on the spot just now, so he lowered his brows and looked down and went back the same way in desperation.

The place chosen by the school is a certain theater by the sea, with grand decoration, surrounded by mountains and sea, the environment is very pleasant.An asphalt road goes around the foot of the mountain, and the road ahead is straight and wide, and the coastline at the end of the road can be seen faintly.

Yu Shaochun was afraid that his movements would shake Feng Zhou up, so he kept sitting in the same movements as before, and did not dare to play with his mobile phone.He sat for a while, and sleepiness came to him again.

But just as he closed his eyes, he heard the exclamation of the people in the car.

He opened his eyes and found that many people stood up with their mobile phones, taking pictures of the unknown scenery outside the car window.

Yu Shaochun followed them and looked out, unable to move his eyes away.

A round of rising sun appeared farther from the coastline, breaking free from the last layer of shackles of the night, and sprinkled the first ray of morning light on the sea, sparkling, dazzling and warm.

Feng Zhou was awakened by the commotion, squinting his eyes and raised his head: "What's wrong?"

Yu Shaochun was so excited that he was a little incoherent: "Look at the sunrise!"

sunrise?

Feng Zhou cast his eyes out of the window, and saw the green rising sun in the distance.

This is the first time he saw the sunrise.

In the next ten years, he also followed the company's team building to various famous mountains and rivers, and went to the top of the mountain with red eyes to watch the so-called "scenic sunrise".The leaders used high-end photography equipment to take a variety of pictures of the rising sun, comparable to those big V photography bloggers on Weibo.

Although Feng Zhou followed his colleagues in praising the beauty, what he always thought of was the sunrise he saw on the bus that year.

The air on the bus was a bit cloudy, filled with the smell of inferior car perfume.The exclamations of the boys and girls came one after another, and they scrambled to and fro. The focus of the mobile phone was not correct, and the photos taken were very blurry.

But he still likes, misses, and can't forget, reminiscing every waking night and dawn.

Yu Shaochun was shocked by the beauty and power of the rising sun, mentioned Monet's "Sunrise", and admired the oil painting painted by nature almost devoutly.

Feng Zhou looked at him quietly, watching the morning sun generously brighten the compartment, all of which shone on his side face and the corners of his slightly curved lips.

"Sunrise" belongs to art and Monet.

And the boy belongs to him, the innocent sun.

The author has something to say: Before I was studying, I seemed to see the phrase "the innocent sun" in a trance, but I couldn't find it when I looked back, but I have been remembering it until now