Five years simulation three years first

The stage of the theater is very wide and large, two or three times the size of eight small and medium-sized flag raising platforms.

The first row not far from the stage is full of leaders and teachers. The principal's thick-haired head is particularly conspicuous in the reflection of the Mediterranean Sea.

A little farther away is the crowd of students who are in the audience, from other schools, from our own school, those who don’t know each other, there are more than 1 people, staring at one stage intently, setting off a momentary storm when he appeared on the stage.

Feng Zhou probably knew what they were talking about.

The No. [-] Middle School introduced to other schools that we are number one in the whole school, and we have been surpassed once since the first year of high school. Don't be so bullish.The junior high school classmates who still know him may have a narrow smile and tell the neighbors that he used to be his classmate. He heard that he has no father or mother and has a bad temper, and he may be an orphan.

Although he couldn't hear a word clearly, his ears were buzzing, and the big spotlight shone on him, scorching him.

What is the first sentence?

Feng Zhou knew that he had stopped for a while, and if he continued to stop, something bad might happen.

But what is the first sentence?

He stared at the front with dazed eyes, and the human head was blurred into a white patch, unreasonably reminiscent of the man-eating searchlights in the operating room, which cast a critical and harsh light.

And I am like a drowning person, knowing that it is wrong to continue to drift with the current, but the emotional weeds named "cowardice" are wrapped around his ankles, pulling him to prevent him from surfacing.

How to do?

Feng Zhou was not quite sure.

Suddenly, the commotion under the stage became louder, and it hit the stage like a wave. He looked up and saw a banner in the middle of the auditorium.

A few students from the second class headed by Li Guohao used all their strength to raise the banner high, with yellow letters on a red background and big black fonts, the familiar collocation still gave people a headache.

There are eight big characters on the banner: "Blood'rain'and'wind', success is guaranteed."

The four words "bloody and rainy" seemed to have life, dancing under the bright spotlights, scrambling to squeeze into his eyes.

The leader in the front row heard the commotion behind him, stretched his neck and turned his head to see what happened.

It was the first time Director Zhao saw such a bold student, his fat face flushed red: "You guys, put your things away!"

Li Guohao and the others hurriedly silenced the banners and obediently removed the banners. When the director turned his head away, they quietly stood up and dangled on top of the heads of the students in the front row.

Feng Zhou looked at it, and suddenly smiled. He always felt that the serious atmosphere was less serious when they interrupted the big scene.

The first sentence that he had just forgotten for a long time came back to his mind, he stabilized his mind, thought about the elements of Shen Yingying's hosting, and tried his best to speak out the curtain speech that should have been memorized by heart as loudly and clearly as possible.

As soon as the words fell, the spotlight dimmed, and several people hurried past him, creating a gust of wind.

He slowly descended the steps he came from, his legs and feet were a little weak, his palms were clenched with sweat, the cold sweat almost soaked his back unconsciously, recalling what happened just now, he couldn't help feeling a little scared and unreal.

Tai Mei seemed to be more nervous than him, and she breathed a sigh of relief: "Feng Xueba, you can do it!"

"What happened to that banner?" Feng Zhou asked him.

Tai Mei coughed lightly, and stammered: "Sister Lu said that she needs to make a solgan for the two central characters to attract people's attention, so I will leave it to Li Guohao to do it, thinking of giving you a surprise."

Thinking carefully about this "bloody storm", it seems that it was indeed a joke that was casually said on the afternoon of the sports meeting, but as for who can remember it until now——

Feng Zhou is 80.00% sure that it will not be Lu Xiaonan.

He was noncommittal to Tai Mei's answer, and looked towards the stage through the curtain.

The name of the ballad was not satisfactory to everyone in two weeks, so the final draft was simple and rude, and it was directly called "A Song Written by the Whole Class".

Only then did the rest of the students who were kept in the dark understand the purpose of the unexpected questionnaire that day.Someone's eyes were red, and he waved his hand along with the melody of the music, feeling a little more sad and panic in his heart out of thin air.

Another year, and I won't be able to sit and mess around with this group of people again.It sounds very long, but in fact it is worth 365 days, one autumn, one winter, one spring and one summer, and then go their separate ways.

Every line of the lyrics has its source, and it has been simplified by people, or filled in words and sentences, mixed into the gentle melody, and it is written about the time we have traveled together.

Yu Shaochun sat near the curtain, lowered his head and lowered his eyes, and seriously played the guitar in his hand.Fragments of stage lights poured down from above, perched on his eyelashes for a moment, then slid to the ground, breaking into pieces.

When the young man was moving, he was flamboyant, but when he calmed down, he was gentle with his usual willfulness, with a bit of hard-won calm, with a focused expression, like a person who kowtows on a mountain road to worship the Buddha.

very nice.

No matter what, he could catch his eyes by chance and couldn't move away.

Yu Shaochun seemed to have noticed a pair of eyes glued to him, and he tilted his head knowingly, and slightly raised the corners of his lips.

According to physical optics, the human eye can see objects clearly because the seen objects reflect light.

It's not that the eyes have laser lights, but that the person you're looking at can emit light, so you can notice him at a glance among all living beings.

Feng Zhou thought of this point of knowledge that popped up endlessly for no reason, and only felt that the people on the stage were engraved with a circle of milky white light, which was bright and warm.

Really...... dazzling.

At the end of the song, the spotlights alternated between light and dark again, and several people walked off the stage with guitars and chairs. Only then did Feng Zhou come to his senses, and quietly concealed his feelings just now in the darkness of the room.

A few minutes ago, the person who was playing the piano on the stage gave him a big hug first, and then cheered with the rest of the people: "It's finally over, I'm so nervous!"

Are you really nervous?

Feng Zhou's brows and eyes were stained with a smile.

Tai Mei pressed Yu Shaochun nervously: "Mr. Yu, Mr. Yu, have you shut down your Mai?"

"Shut it off," Yu Shaochun took off the loudspeaker on his waist and threw it to him casually, "Can I make such a low-level mistake?"

Tang Qian asked Feng Zhou expectantly: "Feng Xueba, how was my singing just now?"

Feng Zhou just focused on looking at the one closest to him, and he completely forgot what the singer sang, so he could only lie casually: "You sing well."

Not to be outdone, Chen Si squeezed over: "Feng Bao, what about me?"

"You are also very good."

In fact, the three people here completely blocked Chen Si, who was on the far left, so they couldn't see clearly at all.

"What about me?" Yu Shaochun asked him, "Am I handsome?"

Obviously, he only watched one person's performance wholeheartedly, but when the compliments came to his lips, his words changed: "You are generally handsome."

Yu Shaochun was persistent, but wanted him to explain the "normal" method: "Why is he so handsome?"

Chen Si tugged at Yu Shaochun's arm: "Don't be crazy, Feng Bao said normal is normal, please calm down."

"That's right, please calm down," Feng Zhou rarely agreed with Chen Si, "Are you annoying, Yu Shaochun?"

Literally, he thought his words were disgusting, but there was no trace of disgust in his tone.

Lu Xiaonan rolled his eyes behind him.

It turns out that not only Yu, but even Feng are well versed in the truth of tearing openly and secretly.

Thinking of Feng Zhouduo being an honest child, he was so close to ink that he was black, and if he cut it open, he would become a full-fledged mess.

Several classes lined up behind entered the waiting room. They leaned against the wall to make room for others, and slowly walked back to the dressing room along the emergency escape route.

The performance was very successful, and the pressure that had been hanging over his head just now disappeared instantly. Tang Qian and the others walked and fantasized about the upcoming bonfire party, completely oblivious to the fact that two people were left behind again.

"Is it really just average handsome?" Yu Shaochun was still brooding over Feng Zhou's evaluation.

Feng Zhou sighed: "Very handsome, okay?"

"Why do I feel that someone just stared at me intently?"

"Illusion." Feng Zhou didn't change his face, "You feel wrong."

Yu Shaochun was silent for a while: "Did I say I wanted to settle accounts with you?"

Feng Zhou still didn't change his face: "I didn't say that, you remembered wrongly."

The emergency passageway was still pitch black, and it was impossible to see what other people were doing if they were a little further away.

"I forgot to praise you just now, it's not bad to announce the curtain."

"Thank you so much—"

The next word "thank you" was blocked back.

Yu Shaochun's breath was a little unstable, and he kissed his lips eagerly, which was warm and soft through two layers of thick lip gloss.

When his soft breath hit his cheek, Feng Zhou suddenly remembered the boy's dazzling appearance under the light just now.

His dazzling appearance belongs to everyone, but the appearance when he likes or loves someone belongs to himself.

Thinking of this, I responded with a youthful and reckless response, unfamiliar but with lingering tenderness, like a bunch of fireworks "crackling" lit in the cold air on the last day of 2020.

After lingering for a long time, Yu Shaochun reluctantly separated from him: "This is a reward."

After finishing speaking, before anyone could breathe, he lowered his head and kissed again: "This is punishment."

Feng Zhou only felt numb in his heart, and a fire kept beating restlessly in his chest: "You have taken care of both the good and the bad, and Mr. Yu's plan is really good."

Yu Shaochun instinctively felt that he didn't want to say good things, so he gnawed on someone's lips, and the inferior lip gloss came off, which was quite miserable.

The few remaining people had already removed all the makeup that needed to be removed in the dressing room, listlessly swiping their mobile phones that were about to run out of battery, and waited hopelessly for the two big bosses who arrived late.

Yu had a happy expression on his face, he walked windily, he had some kind of cramping, and he smiled at everyone he saw, including Chen Si.

Chen Si felt that Yu's brain was sick, so he hid him thousands of miles away.

Feng Zhou still had a cold face, and walked in behind him calmly, but the collar that had been ironed was a bit messy for some reason.

Tang Qian had good eyes, and he saw a little lip gloss on Feng Zhou's cheek at a glance: "Feng Xueba, why did your lipstick get on your face?"

Feng Zhou wiped it with his hand, expressionless: "It was eaten by a dog."

"Dog" himself was pouring a bottle of mineral water into his mouth, pricked up his ears to listen to their speech, and immediately coughed and wept ghosts and gods.