Five years simulation three years first

The next morning, Feng Zhou rarely got up before six o'clock.

He felt as if he had been ruthlessly broken in the middle, screaming the word "tired" from his hair to his fingertips.

The culprit was hugging him behind him, sleeping very soundly.

Feng Zhou was a little upset, and bumped him with his elbow: "Don't sleep."

Yu Shaochun opened his eyes dimly: "What time is it?"

"......do not know."

He was confused for a while before he remembered what happened last night, and coughed lightly: "Are you... uncomfortable?"

It was the first time for a young man to do this kind of thing, not only was he in a hurry, but he also didn't know how to do it at first. After gradually thinking about it for a few minutes, he had already suffered a lot.

"It's not uncomfortable," Feng Zhou said hoarsely, "Why is it uncomfortable?"

The stubborn and face-saving classmate Xiao Feng was about to sit up after speaking, but he moved a little and then stopped in place.

"Is it really hard?"

Yu Shaochun asked behind him, with a hint of guilt in his voice.

"It's not uncomfortable," he gritted his teeth, "not at all."

Last night was just a very serious heart-to-heart talk, but for some reason, the situation developed to the point of irreparable.

Feng Zhou thought about it, and felt that he was still too indulgent.

Today, grandma took grandpa to the hospital to see a doctor, and left breakfast and lunch for the two of them.Feng Zhou was standing in the living room on the first floor with a cup of soy milk, not daring to sit down.

Yu Shaochun came down from upstairs yawning, and saw him standing in the living room drinking soy milk and looking at his mobile phone, he was surprised and said, "Why don't you just sit and eat?"

Feng Zhou glanced at him coldly. He seemed to have finally figured out what was going on, and he closed his mouth in despair and went to eat by himself with his tail between his legs.

Last night, the group of "Taoyuan Seven Knots" called Yu Shaochun to join the gang, but they were ignored.

[Former storm center]: Mr. Yu disappeared again

[Muscle Man]: You won't be locked up again, right?

[Mathematics is so difficult]: ...haha

【Zeno's Tortoise】: He had something to do last night

Feng Zhou typed the words and sent them, concise and to the point, but he regretted it after he finished, and was about to withdraw with a frown when he saw that someone had already replied to him.

[Muscle Man]: What's the matter?

[Muscle man]: Common sense of Chinese and literature?

Before he had time to return, he saw that the people eating in the restaurant had already taken a step ahead of him.

[Schrödinger's Cat]: No, I went to study biology

Biology?

Feng Zhou was stunned for a moment before he realized that he felt a sudden heat on his cheeks.

He thought for a while, flipped through the contact list and called Chen Si.

The phone rang for a while before being picked up. The background sound was a bit noisy, as if Zhang Qiushuang was calling for someone to hang up the light sign.

"Feng Bao?" There was a trace of sleepiness in Chen Si's voice, "What's wrong?"

Feng Zhou asked him, "What are you doing?"

Chen Si looked back at the turmoil on the main stage, and said weakly: "It's hard for the world to be brought to the bar to study by Ms. Zhang Qiushuang."

Feng Zhou gave a "hmm" and asked him unexpectedly: "Have you done all the questions Yu Shaochun left for you?"

"I did it, I did it yesterday—"

Chen Si slipped out half a sentence before realizing that something was wrong, and suddenly stopped talking: "I'm joking, hahaha, what questions can he leave for me?"

"Stop pretending," Feng Zhou lied to him, "Yu Shaochun told me, are you still lying?"

Chen Si's heart turned cold: "My lord! It's really not that I'm collaborating with the enemy, I was coerced and lured!"

"Been coerced by what?" There was a hint of a smile in Feng Zhou's voice.

"That's the one......"

Chen Si was silent for a while, then sighed: "I can't make it up anymore, my lord, you can punish me, or I can kneel durian in front of your house now, I..."

Just as Feng Zhou was about to speak, a heavy weight fell on his back.

The man naturally kissed his side face and asked, "Who is it?"

Chen Si was startled: "Who is this?"

Feng Zhou glanced at him with some warning: "No one."

"My lord, what do you like me to kneel on? Potato chips, durians, or keyboards?"

"It's not that serious," Feng Zhou said, "You should study hard. If you fall out of the top 50 in the next semester's test, you will kneel with the durian keyboard."

He hung up the phone, and the humanoid pendant on his body coughed in embarrassment: "Feng Bao, I..."

"Don't call me Feng Bao."

"Alright Zhou Bao," he said kindly, "I didn't mean to lie to you, really."

"I do not believe."

"Then how can I convince you?"

Feng Zhou lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, then suppressed a smile and said, "Now go and write the English I asked you to write, and I will believe it."

Yu Shaochun choked up.

He never expected that he dug a big hole for himself to jump into.

"Xiao Feng, you have changed," he complained, "You were not like this before."

"A person who is close to vermilion is red and one who is close to ink is black. Less nonsense and more questions."

Before Yu Shaochun was going to come to his grandmother's house, he told people to bring books and workbooks with them. He will be in his third year of high school next semester, so he must not leave behind his studies.

"I don't take the college entrance examination, so I don't need to study." He was dying.

Feng Zhou did not give in: "You must consolidate your English level now, otherwise what should you do if you get lost abroad?"

***

Before the end of the summer vacation, Feng Zhou's application for living in school was finally approved.

Yu Shaochun asked his uncle to be the driver, and drove the car to the downstairs of his house in Zhongshan Garden, waiting for him to move his things out.

The moment he opened the door, Feng Zhou suddenly felt as if he had passed away.

The lights in the house were still pale and without warmth, like the cold eyes of an incomprehensible executioner.

Feng Qingqing was sitting on the sofa with a glass of water, when she heard the sound of the door lock turning, she raised her head and bumped into Feng Zhou's eyes.

This was the first time Feng Zhou had seen her since the hospital farewell.

Even though Feng Qingqing said that he would not care about him anymore, the oppression that has been hanging over her head since she was young is still engraved in her bones, and her heart still trembles when she sees her again.

Feng Qingqing quietly watched her son go in and out of the house, remove the books, and suddenly realized that it would be difficult to meet again in the future.

Even though he has no feelings for Feng Zhou, and even resented his birth, but at this moment, he still feels a little bit reluctant in his heart.

She called to Feng Zhou: "Wait a minute."

Feng Zhou pushed the last box of teaching materials out the door and looked back at her.

"Study hard," Feng Qingqing held back for a long time before finally uttering the last sentence, "Don't embarrass me."

Feng Zhou was originally hopeful, but upon hearing this, the light in his eyes dimmed.

He stood at the door for a while and asked, "Do you think I'm bad? You've never been satisfied with me?"

This is not the case.

I was also secretly gratified by my son's achievements. Whether it was out of showing off or other emotions, it is impossible to say that I have never been satisfied.

But she couldn't say it, she couldn't say it.

Maybe she was afraid that Feng Zhou would be complacent because of her praise, maybe she saw in him the self who could almost go to City B, so she hid the praise and praise, and what was exposed was a sharp thorn.

Feng Qingqing's indifferent eyes fluctuated a little, and then disappeared quickly.

"Yeah," she said with difficulty, as if she had exhausted her entire life, "I've never been satisfied."

Feng Zhou nodded and closed the door gently.

Yu Shaochun leaned on his uncle's red Honda and played with his mobile phone. Seeing that his last trip took an unusually long time, he asked, "Did your mother make things difficult for you?"

Feng Zhou shook his head.

For no reason, he thought of the woman who was sobbing silently in the hospital that day, and suddenly felt that she was a little sad.

Has she reconciled with the world?

Has Feng Zhou reconciled with her again?

"Did you... forgive your mother?" he asked.

Feng Zhou shook his head again: "It is never possible to forgive."

Even though Feng Qingqing had his own tragic past, it still couldn't be the reason for his lack of happiness.

Feng Qingqing should not impose her suffering on others.

"Do you think I'm particularly bad?" Feng Zhou asked suddenly.

Yu Shaochun was stunned for a moment: "How is it possible?"

"Then why..."

He said halfway, then sighed: "Forget it."

"It's your parents' problem, not yours." Yu Shaochun helped him put the box in the back seat of the car, "There are still many people who love you."

Feng Zhou smiled, looking a little weak under the sun, obviously he didn't believe Yu Shaochun's words.

Yu Shaochun narrowed his eyes and looked at his back, remembering a secret conversation a week ago when he was still at his grandmother's house.

The old lady couldn't wash the vegetables, so he volunteered to help, standing beside the old lady and chatting.

"Let me tell you one thing." During the interval between his nonsense, grandma suddenly looked mysterious, "Don't tell Zhou Zhou."

Yu Shaochun quickly assured: "I will definitely not tell him."

"Do you think Zhou Zhou's parents have a particularly good relationship?"

He froze for a moment, then remembered what Feng Zhou had said to him, and nodded quickly: "Yes, they have a very good relationship."

Grandma shook her head: "But I can tell that their relationship is actually not good, and they might be getting divorced."

Yu Shaochun looked at her with some surprise: "Why..."

Didn't you say you kept it from grandma?How did she know?

"Emotions are something that you can't hide from others." Grandma neatly stacked the washed vegetables in the basket.

"Then why didn't you tell Feng Zhou?"

Grandma sighed: "Zhou Zhou is going to take the college entrance examination, let's talk about it after the college entrance examination."

She said worriedly: "You must not tell Zhou Zhou."

Yu Shaochun looked at her with a gentle smile: "Of course, this is our little secret, isn't it?"

He always remembered the cautious look in grandma's eyes when she said this.

When Feng Zhou told himself about this incident, he seemed to have a similar expression.

Grandma thought that Feng Zhou didn't know that there was something wrong with his parents' relationship, and Feng Zhou thought that his grandmother didn't know that there was something wrong with his parents' relationship.

Yu Shaochun always felt that Feng Zhou was not like Feng Qingqing or Zhou Wanjin, maybe he was the wrong child, but after sharing the secret with his grandmother that day, he suddenly realized who Feng Zhou was like.

The old and the young use their own methods awkwardly and clumsily to maintain the memory of "home" in each other's hearts, cute and great.