Five years simulation three years first

"After thinking about it for a long time, I don't know what to give you," Feng Zhou said, "Then I went to Baidu to find out how to build this kind of model room by myself, and tried to make it. It's a bit rough, don't mind."

"Baidu?"

Yu Shaochun laughed at him: "Why do you like Baidu so much?"

"Because I have a strong thirst for knowledge." Feng Zhou replied solemnly.

The model house stands quietly on the table, and the warm yellow light reminds people of the sun.

If it was the sun, it must have been a very warm afternoon.

"after......"

He opened his mouth, his voice a little rough: "We will buy a house like this in the future, shall we?"

"Okay."

As soon as Feng Zhou finished speaking, his lips were covered with warmth.

The boy's kisses are always so impatient, with a bit of reckless youthfulness, ostentatious and willful, aggressively taking his breath away.

After regaining consciousness, the temperature of the other party's palm has fallen on the body, clearly still a bit cold, but it seems to have ignited a fire on his own soul.The flame was a small cluster at the beginning, but it gradually started a prairie fire. In my heart, it burned like a sky, and it was out of control.

He raised his head slightly, a little at a loss, breathing with a bit of impatience, his eyes were slightly red, but his eyes were surprisingly bright in the darkness.

When watching that horror movie today, a certain unsuitable title suddenly broke into his mind, adding fuel to the flames to join in the fun, making his spiritual world explode.

"Damn, don't look at me like that," Yu Shaochun whispered against his ear, "Close your eyes."

"why?"

"No reason."

The other party's voice was a bit gnashing of teeth, as if he was enduring something, his restless hand went down, and went to a place that shouldn't be there.

In the dead of night, only a handful of faint lights remained.The young man's nervous and disordered breaths were intertwined, making his heart beat wildly.

"So soon?"

Someone who did something bad first laughed: "I didn't...cough before."

"You look very experienced."

Feng Zhou was still panting in his voice, but he still steadfastly retorted, in exchange for another vengeful kiss from the man.

"Where's your bathroom?" After Yu Shaochun solved his needs, he felt that he had to calm down.

Lying on the bed/on the bed, Feng Zhou pointed to him lazily: "Go out and turn right."

He paused, and asked softly, "Don't you need my... help?"

"Huh?" Yu Shaochun raised his eyebrows, "Can you?"

"Forget it," Feng Zhou, who was inexplicably ridiculed, turned his face to the other side indifferently, "It's okay, just go away."

Yu Shaochun raised his eyebrows: "You were not like this just now."

"Tsk," Feng Zhou's face flushed, "Are you going? Why are you talking so much nonsense?"

Yu Shaochun accepted it as soon as he saw it, and slipped quietly into the bathroom.

Xiao Feng, who was left hanging on the bed, thought about it for a long time, and felt that this matter was really mysterious.

He has been ascetic for 18 years, and has never had the idea of ​​"always being together" with anyone, but he made an exception and made an exception with this person.

Once Chen Si asked him if he wanted to be single for the rest of his life, he didn't speak in a mysterious way, but after thinking about it in his heart, he might really end up alone forever.

Hearing the sound of flushing water coming from the bathroom next door, he inexplicably felt a sense of tranquility.

If it is such a life, then it is not bad.

***

Grandma went to bed early and woke up early, waking up before six o'clock, making breakfast downstairs.Feng Zhou slept lightly and woke up when he heard the sound. He wanted to get up in a daze, but was pushed down again by the people around him.

"Sleep a little longer."

Feng Zhou was completely sobered by his torment: "Don't sleep, how can I explain when she comes up later?"

Yu Shaochun squinted his eyes at him, thought for a moment, and said sincerely, "Love each other and classmate?"

"..."

Do your classmates sleep together?

Feng Zhou was silent for a moment, then pinched someone.

"Hiss—it hurts!" He gasped and got up, "A gentleman uses his mouth but doesn't move his hands!"

The hands-on person is already sitting up and getting dressed.

Yu Shaochun clasped his arms and leaned against the bed board, complaining: "You turned your face and refused to recognize anyone after you fell asleep!"

Feng Zhou looked at him with some inquiry: "What?"

"Forget it, it's nothing." Yu Shaochun threw the quilt over his head, "I'll sleep a little longer."

Feng Zhou thought that he would sleep if he wanted to, so he got dressed and went downstairs.

Grandma is moving pickle jars in the yard before the weather heats up.The old lady rolled up her sleeves and moved the huge vat to a cool place.

"Let me come," Feng Zhou said, "Didn't the doctor tell you to take good care of it?"

When grandma heard his voice, she turned her head and smiled: "When did you come back?"

Feng Zhou pulled her away from the pickle jar: "Last night, I didn't call you when I saw you were asleep."

He stretched out his hand to test the weight of the test tank, and frowned: "So heavy? You're not afraid of bending your waist."

Grandma waved her hand: "I can't dodge it, I'm very strong."

"I brought back that classmate from the hospital last time," Feng Zhou coughed lightly, "He hasn't woken up yet, I'll bring him to see you when he wakes up."

He intentionally used the phrase "bring him to see you", which was cryptic and selfish.

Grandma smiled immediately: "Okay, okay."

She said that she was going to make breakfast for the guests, and completely forgot about moving the pickle jar.Feng Zhou heaved a sigh of relief, and started to take care of the sinking vat alone.

Yu Shaochun fell asleep for another half an hour in a daze, and was woken up by the sound of zigzagging electricity.

He put on his clothes, opened the door quietly, and saw an old man walking up and down in front of the door with a radio in his hand.

The old man has white hair, black spots on the sideburns, slightly hunched back, and a pair of rimless glasses on the bridge of his nose. He looks very refined, and he probably was an intellectual when he was young.

He seemed to be hard of hearing, and the radio was turned up very loudly.

Yu Shaochun thought about it for a while, and felt blessed to his heart - this couldn't be Feng Zhou's grandfather, could it?

He opened the door and said "good morning" to the old man.

The old man was still standing in front of the handrail with his hands behind his back, as if he hadn't heard what he said at all.

Yu Shaochun slightly raised his voice: "Good morning!"

Nothing happened.

He sighed, and was about to walk around to the old man to talk again, when he saw Feng Zhou coming up from the stairs.

The old man saw Feng Zhou as if he had seen a savior: "Xiao Feng, can you help me see how to tune this radio?"

Feng Zhou heard the words and took the radio: "Which station do you want to listen to?"

"What did you say?"

"I asked you which station to tune!" Feng Zhou suddenly turned up the volume, which startled Yu Shaochun.

"Just the health program."

After Feng Zhou helped him adjust, he looked up and saw Yu Shaochun standing at the door, so he patted the old man's arm: "This is Yu Shaochun, my classmate."

Grandpa turned around, only to find someone standing behind him: "Hey, hello, hello."

Yu Shaochun smiled at the old man: "Hello, Grandpa."

But grandpa didn't seem to hear his last sentence again, tremblingly leaning on the handrail to go downstairs.

"My grandfather is deaf," Feng Zhou said, "he can't hear, just say it a few times louder."

Yu Shaochun asked, "Why don't you buy a hearing aid?"

Feng Zhou returned to the room, folded the quilt into a square and stood it on the bedside: "I bought it for him, and I don't need it."

The air in the suburbs is very fresh in the morning, with a scent of earth, and the sun shines into the house faintly.

Yu Shaochun leaned against the window, suddenly as if he had discovered a new world: "Wow, it's a chicken!"

"never seen it?"

"I've seen one that exploded, but I haven't seen one that can run," he said. "What's that next to it?"

"Goose."

"It's so cool," he exclaims.

Feng Zhou asked, "How cool is that?"

Yu Shaochun straightened up: "It's alive, probably many people haven't seen it?"

He seemed to be particularly interested in everything here, and with Feng Zhou's permission, he walked around the house no less than three or four times with his hands behind his back, marveling at all the things he hadn't seen before.

Finally, I went back and squatted beside my grandfather's wicker chair, and talked to the old man with a smile: "Grandpa, do you still remember me?"

Grandpa looked at him from under the lens for a while with cloudy eyes: "You are the one..."

He patted his forehead and seemed to realize suddenly: "You are Xiao Feng's classmate."

Yu Shaochun nodded: "My name is Yu Shaochun, you remember."

"Oh......"

Grandpa said "Oh", was silent for a while, and then asked with some difficulty: "Young Master Yu...what?"

"Yu Shaochun."

"What Shaochun?"

"Yu Shaochun."

"Yu what Chun?"

There seemed to be a crack in Yu Shaochun's polite and kind smile.

He turned his head and asked Feng Zhou who was having a good time watching the excitement: "Has your grandfather ever been a guest star in any famous movie?"

"No," Feng Zhou said. "The old man is like this. He can't hear clearly. He can repeat a sentence and ask you three or four times. Just get used to it."

The breakfast is not rich, white rice porridge with pickles, and homemade white flour steamed buns.

Feng Zhou originally thought that a young master like him might look down on the simple food of our poor family, but when he was about to say that you are not used to it and take you out to eat, he saw that the man was already sitting next to grandma and boasted.

The exaggerated rice, the pickled vegetables, and the steamed bun noodles are really processed, which makes the old man grin from ear to ear.

Grandpa's teeth are bad, so he can't eat this kind of breakfast with everyone. Grandma also prepared milk and peach cakes for him.

Grandpa bowed his head and ate seriously. Yu Shaochun had never seen this way of eating, and thought it was fun. After a few more glances, grandpa took out a whole piece of peach cake from the bag and handed it to him.

Yu Shaochun quickly waved his hand: "I don't want it, I don't want it, you eat it yourself."

Grandma glared at Grandpa, and helped him put the napkin that caught the biscuit crumbs: "Eat your meal."

"Give him a taste," said grandpa, "it's delicious."

Yu Shaochun couldn't refuse, so he could only accept it.

The peach cake is a little hard when it is not soaked, and it has a bit of residue.

Feng Zhou sighed: "Didn't everyone say to eat less sugary things like this? This..."

Yu Shaochun interrupted him and gave his grandfather a thumbs up: "It's delicious."

Grandpa squinted and smiled at him: "It's delicious."

"It's delicious, but you can't eat too much," Feng Zhou said with a dark face beside him, always feeling that he seemed a little redundant, "It's easy to have three highs, have you not taken medicine for high blood pressure recently?"

Grandpa seemed to have been used to his words for a long time. He pretended not to hear and lowered his head, contentedly using chopsticks to eat peach cakes from the milk.