Five years simulation three years first

Feng Zhou didn't want to bandage at first, just wash and apply a Band-Aid and it's over, but Yu Shaochun was afraid that he would get infected, so he rushed him to have an examination.

After standing at the stairs and watching Feng Zhou go downstairs obediently, he sighed, slowly sat back on the chair, and looked up at the direction of the ward.

The old man was still sleeping unconsciously, not aware of everything that happened just now.

Unprepared, Yu Shaochun directly saw Feng Zhou's group of strange relatives. At this time, he frowned and lowered his head, feeling a little hard to express.

He has always believed that God is unfair to Feng Zhou almost persistently.A genius who is so similar to him has been trapped in the shadow of his original family all his life, living in pain for more than ten years.

Compared with Feng Zhou, he was terribly lucky.

Therefore, Yu Shaochun has been stubbornly giving to Feng Zhou the "family affection" that Feng Zhou lacked, trying to erase the shadow and trauma of his past.

But the reason why the trauma has been painful for 18 years is because it is indeed a deep sore in my heart.

Even if the acne is extremely difficult to heal, he thought, and hoped that his love for Feng Zhou would make the wound heal less painful.

The torments and injuries he has suffered are one-tenth of what other people know, and since there is nothing to do about the past, we can only love him as much as possible.

Yu Shaochun was lowering his head to think about life when suddenly a pair of women's high heels stood alone in front of him.He froze for a moment, then slowly raised his head and looked up, facing a pair of indifferent eyes.

The owner of the eyes is almost transparent and pale, with a pair of narrow-rimmed black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of the nose. There are two bruises under the eyes. It is obvious that he has not slept well, and his hair is neatly coiled behind his head.

She was wearing a white coat, with her hands in her pockets, and she looked at him with sharp and mean eyes.

"Yu Shaochun?"

"You know me?"

"I'm Feng Zhou's mother," the woman said, "I had surgery last night and couldn't make it through."

She seemed to be explaining why she didn't answer the phone last night.

Yu Shaochun smiled: "You should tell Feng Zhou about this."

Feng Qingqing didn't seem to expect that he would contradict herself so bluntly, and frowned slightly: "Did you go out to play again last night?"

"No, Auntie," Yu Shaochun said, "Yesterday our school had a bonfire party, and we didn't answer the phone until we came out after it was over."

"He's been with you all this time?"

"Yes."

Feng Qingqing's complexion visibly turned pale: "Didn't I tell you not to come to play with Feng Zhou again? Why..."

It's not that the family doesn't enter the house.

The wave who just left was entangled in the old man's house, and the newcomer was entangled in why Feng Zhou was disobedient and played with himself.

None of them are on point.

"Auntie, the old man suffered a bloody head fall yesterday. No one cares and no one pays the money. If I listen to you and don't play with Feng Zhou, I will say something bad today. I guess I have to deal with the funeral directly."

Yu Shaochun stood up slowly and looked directly at the woman in front of him.

He suddenly felt very strange.

Zhou Wanjin has a fat head and big ears, and his small eyes are full of philistines and shrewdness.The lady in front of her was thin and thin, her brows and eyes were so cold and impersonal.

But Feng Zhou is very gentle, like a piece of jade, completely different from his parents.

"You paid for it?"

Yu Shaochun nodded.

"how much is it?"

"Thirteen thousand."

Feng Qingqing paused when she took out her mobile phone: "Why do you want to advance money to our family?"

Yu Shaochun looked at her defensive face, and was a little speechless: "Auntie, anyone who can help at this time will help, right?"

Feng Qingqing looked at him with her lips pursed, and said calmly after a long while: "Our family is different from yours, there is nothing to gain, the most is to pay back the money, other..."

"Are you living in the bloody drama at eight o'clock?" Yu Shaochun was almost laughed angrily by her, "Do you understand the truth that saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda? Why do I borrow money because I am thinking about your family?" One acre and three points of land?"

Feng Qingqing looked at him without speaking.

It was only at this moment that Yu Shaochun seemed to see the shadow of the stubborn Feng Zhou in her.

He sighed: "Auntie, have you ever thought that if I hadn't been friends with Feng Zhou at that time as you said, the old man's wound might have worsened or worse last night because of the delayed operation."

"So?" Feng Qingqing stared at him firmly.

"So your decision is wrong," Yu Shaochun said softly, "You shouldn't interfere in his life like this."

Feng Qingqing took a few deep breaths, her cheeks trembling slightly, and said word by word: "There will be no mistakes in my decision."

"Emperor Napoleon and Waterloo, no one's decision is always right."

"Do you usually talk back to your mother like this?" Feng Qingqing's voice was a little angry, "I'm not educated at all. Feng Zhou never talked back to me before. I learned it after I met you. Did you mislead me?" he?"

Yu Shaochun felt strange: "Have you ever thought that he wanted to talk back to you before but just didn't dare?"

Dr. Feng had never seen such a child who could not eat oil and salt, so he stared at him with wide eyes.Not to be outdone, Yu Shaochun stared back, making up his mind to speak clearly with Feng Qingqing today.

"Do you really know your son?"

Feng Qingqing sneered: "Do you know my son better than me?"

"Of course," Yu Shaochun smiled, "he likes sweets, his favorite subject is physics, his ideal university is Beihang University, he is serious in his work, and he is very gentle."

"His ideal university is Peking University School of Medicine."

After Feng Qingqing finished speaking, she breathed out again as if evading: "I went to graduate school at the age of 22, then returned to city D to work in the hospital where I worked, went on a blind date at the age of 30, gave birth at the age of 32, and then..."

Yu Shaochun asked: "Is it your ideal university or his ideal university? Did he personally say that he would go to Peking University School of Medicine? Did he tell you that he wanted to have a blind date at the age of 30 and have a child at the age of 32?"

Feng Qingqing said sharply: "He said it!"

"really?"

Yu Shaochun looked at the woman with a hideous face in front of him, feeling sad for her inexplicably.

"Really," Feng Qingqing reached out and grabbed Yu Shaochun's collar tightly, as if wanting to strangle him, "It's all true."

He sighed softly: "You haven't even convinced yourself."

"I have always wondered what kind of family would educate people with such low self-esteem. Today I know that such things as low self-esteem are passed down from the previous generation."

Feng Qingqing's hand holding his collar trembled slightly, she looked at Yu Shaochun for a while, then suddenly pushed him away.He staggered and fell on the chair, and saw that the woman who had been strong and sharp just now seemed to have aged by ten years.

Leaning against the hospital wall, she slowly took off her glasses: "If I don't care about him, he will become just like me."

"But you know he's having a terrible life, and..."

"My mother never cared about me, nor my younger brother," Feng Qingqing said, "I just became what I am now."

What does this have to do with grandma?

Just as Yu Shaochun was about to speak, he heard Feng Qingqing continue to speak: "Siblings and younger brothers are baby relatives. At that time, one of us was admitted to a vocational high school, and the other was admitted to a school in City B. The family was in trouble. Not only did we have to support the two of us, but also Raising my aunt's two children. The younger siblings secretly changed my volunteer form because they were afraid that my mother would support me in school and not my younger brother."

There was no fluctuation in her tone at the beginning, only the three words "volunteer form" trembled.

"So I became a 'helping brother demon'. I stayed in this small city for half my life, and I couldn't go out again."

The frost that had been condensed on Feng Qingqing's face showed some signs of melting at this time, and the old wound was uncovered, revealing the bloody wound below.

She still remembers the afternoon when the results of the college entrance examination were awarded, and she was excited because she was going to a farther place, but all her dreams were shattered on the day when the admission results came out.

"My younger brother was born cowardly. He heard that the wind was like rain. Li Hui believed it as soon as he said it. I didn't want to guard against him, so the registration form was changed just like that." Years of resentment, "Why does my mother ignore us? If she took care of me, I wouldn't be like this now, and I wouldn't be rotten here for the rest of my life!"

Yu Shaochun said softly: "So you are going to let Feng Zhou die here."

Feng Qingqing froze for a moment: "I don't, I want him to be well, I..."

"Then why did you let him study medicine and then come back?" Yu Shaochun took a few steps forward, "You just want to prove that even if you were admitted to the medical school in city B back then, you couldn't escape the fact that you are now. You don’t have to feel resentful anymore because of difficulty, right?”

Feng Qingqing was struck by lightning.

She has repeatedly brainwashed herself in the past ten years because she loves this son, that's why she is strict, and that's why she wants to arrange his life, and that's why she...

But there is a girl who has been living in her heart, watching everything with resentful eyes.

Yu Shaochun looked down at her: "You don't love him at all, you only love yourself."

Feng Qingqing looked at the young man in front of him, and found that there was a hint of compassion in his brows and eyes.

"You will never understand us," she said. "We mortals, ordinary people, are the group of people who are most unwilling to become mediocre. If you are mediocre, you might as well die."

My current appearance is like the shoddy wedding dress that I borrowed when I got married in a hurry, Feng Qingqing thought, the white thread with frayed corners was exposed, and the few tables in the audience were cold, with flattering smiles on their faces.

It was the same for her all her life. Looking back, even the lines were filled with unsightly embarrassment and forced smiles.

Although she didn't want to admit it, all her hard work in the past forty years seemed to be escaping from her betrayed self.The so-called growing up and getting old has actually been running away in a panic on the road called "I don't want to be mediocre", day and night.

If I can't escape this curse-like fate, then why can others?

If you can't do it yourself, then neither can others, even your son is no exception.

Feng Qingqing couldn't figure out whether he wanted Feng Zhou to realize his dream for him, or he didn't want to see his son, who almost copied his mother's intelligence, walk out of the small town and become the person he most wanted to be.

"But Auntie," Yu Shaochun looked at her, feeling a bit sad in his heart, "You are no longer ordinary. How many people in the world can recognize that you are mortal?"

For the first time, Feng Qingqing showed a "confused" look on his face.She looked at Yu Shaochun, and there seemed to be a mournful moan in her chest, as if the copper pillar finally couldn't resist the invasion of time and slowly collapsed.

She held her head and bowed her body, as if she was bearing great grief, she wept silently with trembling shoulders.

What is she crying for?The mother crying on the hospital bed, the son who was used as a tool, the soul wandering for thirty years, or the girl who was killed?

Has she reconciled with the world?

After thinking about it, Yu Shaochun always felt that it was inappropriate to continue to watch Feng Qingqing cry in front of him. He searched his pockets to find a tissue to wipe her tears, but he couldn't find it after searching for a long time.

When Feng Zhou came back from downstairs after bandaging his hands, he saw his busy mother and her boyfriend standing face to face, speechless.

Alarm bells were ringing in his heart, and he ran to Feng Qingqing in quick steps, for fear that she would suddenly go crazy and want to beat Yu Shaochun.

Seeing his nervous look, Yu Shaochun felt it was funny, and took two steps back to look at the awkward mother and child.

Feng Qingqing wiped away her tears in a hurry, put on her glasses, and became the resolute "Doctor Feng" again.

She took a deep look at her son, and found that he seemed to have grown a lot taller, his brows were much softer than before, and there was a bit of agility in his eyes.

She remembered what Yu Shaochun had said to herself before, and asked herself in a daze, do you really know this son well?

"It's Yu Shaochun who paid for grandma's hospitalization expenses," Feng Zhou would subconsciously shudder when he saw her, but he still insisted, "You don't need to pay it, I will pay it myself."

Feng Qingqing looked at him coldly, and suddenly said, "You want to take the Beihang University exam?"

Feng Zhou looked at her and nodded hesitantly.

"You can do whatever you want," she said, "I don't care about you, who you like to play with, who you like to play with, and where you like to go."

Feng Zhou looked at her in disbelief, wondering what made his authoritarian mother change her mind.

Feng Qingqing's voice seemed to be tinged with tremors, but her back was still straight.

She took a deep look at her son for the last time, and swore angrily to someone, "I don't care about you anymore, so get out, and do whatever you like."

After finishing speaking, she turned around and left, but her back was in a panic, as if she was afraid that she would change her mind in the next moment.

Feng Zhou watched her go away in a daze: "She..."

"How is your hand?" Yu Shaochun took his gauze-wrapped hand from behind, "Does it hurt? Does it matter?"

Feng Zhou shook his head: "What did you say to her?"

Yu Shaochun smiled: "Talking about life and ideals, your mother was in tears, and she almost married Jinlan with me, ah no, sworn brothers."

"Don't make fun of me," Feng Zhou frowned, "Did she scold you? The kind that speaks so badly? Didn't you do anything?"

The hospital is quite quiet in the early morning. Occasionally, patients in wheelchairs pass by not far away. Family members come and go worrying or arguing with each other. Small carts with glass jars and stainless steel jars stand on the white porcelain floor tiles. Watching everyone silently.

Yu Shaochun hugged him gently.

A glimmer of sunlight leaked in from the window of the ward, as if Feng Zhou had finally been released after serving his sentence in the dark for decades.

"I mean," he sighed softly, stroking the boy's soft hair, "you're free, boyfriend."

So please don't hate and don't be afraid, fly to the distance without any scruples.