Five years simulation three years first

This winter has been extraordinarily long, and there is still a tail left unwilling to leave. It seems that this will never reach the "spring" that Yu Shaochun planned to leave.

Yu Shaochun didn't really want to do those farewell things at first, and felt a little embarrassed.But after Tan Yuanzhao knew about it, he had to make one for him, euphemistically calling it a "sense of ritual".

So the whole world knew that he was going to leave on February 2th.

This news was no less than a thunderbolt on a sunny day, striking the hearts of a group of teenagers in their teens.Most people of this age have basically never experienced a formal parting, and the sadness and fear are mixed together, which makes their hearts ache.

Lu Xiaonan thought about it, and sent a WeChat message to Feng Zhou: "Feng Xueba, are you okay?"

Feng Zhou was a little puzzled: "Why am I not good?"

Lu Xiaonan looked at this WeChat message and fell into deep thought.

She felt that Feng Xueba was really a ruthless killer.

But in fact, Feng Zhou knew about Yu Shaochun's departure before they did, and his sentimental energy was gone long ago.

When the class group heard the news, they exploded. A few of them who had a good time with Yu Shaochun bluntly cried at home, and were reprimanded by their parents, thinking they didn't want to start school.

"It's not impossible," Yu Shaochun said, "It's as if we will never see each other again in this life, so embarrassing."

At this moment Feng Zhou was sitting on his bed watching him pack his luggage.Shen Yingying seemed determined to raise him as the third child of the Yu family, and she kept him from leaving after the Chinese New Year, insisting on spending the winter vacation here.

Feng Zhou suspected that Shen Yingying knew something, but he couldn't ask, and kept scratching his head for a whole month.

Yu Shaochun looked at the model house that Feng Zhou gave him and was worried. It was really difficult to check it and there was no place to install it.

Feng Zhou looked at him for a while, then suddenly asked, "What time are you leaving tomorrow?"

"At night," Yu Shaochun said, "didn't Lao Tan ask me to go to the class for that farewell ceremony during the day?"

"After the hundred-day swearing-in meeting?"

Yu Shaochun finally gave up on putting the model house into a box: "Maybe, it depends on the time, if it's too late, forget it."

Feng Zhou was silent for a while, and said "oh".

Yu Shaochun noticed that his mood was a little off, and looked back at him: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay," Feng Zhou picked up a textbook from his side, "You pack yours."

Yu Shaochun pushed the box aside, leaned over and pecked him on the lips: "Can't bear me?"

"You think highly of yourself," Feng Zhou leaned back, "Who says you can't bear you?"

Yu Shaochun has already figured out the fault of being the first in the grade to say something wrong.He smiled and kissed Feng Zhou's lips lightly, with a touch of lingering meaning: "No one will be the second child after I leave."

Feng Zhou lowered his eyes: "The third grader probably needs to set off firecrackers to celebrate that he has finally made it through."

"Nobody pissed you off anymore," he said. "Well, so you should be happy."

Feng Zhou's breathing was stagnant, and the reluctance that hadn't become a climate before suddenly ignited the fire, causing his heart to burn.

He knew that Yu Shaochun was afraid that he would think too much, so he intentionally made him happy.

But even if he didn't show it, the closest person would not be happy anyway if he travels far away.

***

On the morning of the 28th, someone Yu came to the school with a large bag and a small scroll on his back.

He brought a lot of beautifully packaged foreign candy and snacks to the second class, saying it was a farewell gift, and Tai Mei burst into tears again, holding his arm and not letting go.

While comforting the weeping Tai Mei, Yu Shaochun raised his head to look for someone, but after looking around, he didn't see where Feng Zhou was.

"Where's Feng Zhou?" He asked Lu Xiaonan who was sitting beside him, "It was still there just now, why did it disappear in the blink of an eye?"

Lu Xiaonan was a little surprised: "Don't you know that Feng Xueba is the student representative of today's [-]-day oath?"

Yu Shaochun froze for a moment.

He really didn't know.

Didn't you agree to be nervous and afraid to speak in front of the crowd?

In fact, when Feng Zhou agreed to Tan Yuanzhao to speak on behalf of the school, Tan Yuanzhao was taken aback.

"If you think it's not good, you can tell the teacher, you know?" Tan Yuanzhao was a little embarrassed, "The teacher is not the kind of person who blames you if you don't talk about it, but..."

Feng Zhou interrupted him and smiled: "Teacher, let me try."

"Have you really decided?"

"It's decided," Feng Zhou said softly, "This is the last chance to speak in front of the students, you have to seize it."

No one knew about this matter except Tan Yuanzhao at the beginning.

Later, Lu Xiaonan was added.

He himself didn't know why he agreed all of a sudden, but now that he thought about it, it was probably because of that inexplicable feeling.

Feng Zhou wants Yu Shaochun to know that he has become different from before, and even if he wants to leave, he should leave with peace of mind.

He made perfect preparations, but when he stepped onto the stage in the afternoon and faced thousands of classmates, his legs still started to feel weak.

This is the second time that Feng Zhou has spoken in front of the whole school since the last glimpse of the announcement.

He settled down, his eyes still had nowhere to rest, he looked at the audience erratically, and said the first sentence: "Respected teacher, dear students, good afternoon everyone..."

In fact, after the first sentence is said, the rest is much easier.

Feng Zhou took a deep breath, thinking about the script on his speech, and continued to speak as calmly as possible: "Today is 100 days away from the college entrance examination, but I don't want to say some special words of encouragement to you, but I want to chat with you. Talk about 'love'."

As if thinking of something, the corners of his lips slightly curved: "Maybe you don't think that you will find love in Lihua, Biology, History and Lands, but someone once told me that all the knowledge in this world is associated with the word 'romantic'. Inextricably linked. The myriad changes in the world and the elusiveness of the human heart are all steps taken by the ancestors."

"...I also thought that the short lifespan was the biggest failure in the evolutionary history of primates, but then slowly discovered that perhaps the short lifespan is his most precious part. Because of its short lifespan, we Only those who have the courage to pursue their dreams in their limited youth will have countless people condense obscure theorems and complex academics into these short decades, and become a brilliant stroke in the long river of history."

His panic suddenly disappeared, and he seemed to be not giving a speech, but correcting the teacher's mistakes as usual in an ordinary afternoon.

Feng Zhou didn't see Yu Shaochun in the crowd, but he believed that Yu Shaochun must be watching him from a certain corner here.

"Our life is so small compared to the universe or time," he concluded. "One day we will turn into dust and return to the universe like thousands of ancestors, but knowledge and love will not. Life is not Eternal, but knowledge and love may be. Because of this, we are remembered and immortal with time."

After he finished speaking, he bowed deeply to the audience amidst applause.

Without palpitations or panic, Feng Zhou was surprised by the peace in his heart.

Maybe I really changed.

I'm slowly getting better, you see?

***

Uncle Yu stood at the gate of the school, watching Yu Shaochun walking slowly.

"Not saying goodbye for a while?" he asked. "There's still time."

Yu Shaochun shook his head: "If you say goodbye again, you won't be able to leave."

He secretly went to see Feng Zhou's speech, but didn't tell anyone.

In the end, the person who was afraid of parting turned into himself.

All the people in this world who are concerned will never really leave freely.

The car smoothly drove into the traffic flow of the evening rush hour, mixed with thousands of cars going home or going out, and rushed to the distance with the lights of the elevated road.

Yu Shaochun looked down at his phone, and several people condemned him in the class group for leaving without saying goodbye.Among the crying and shouting, only Feng Zhou's words were the most concise.

"be careful."

There is a red light on the road ahead, and you can't drive any further for a while.Uncle Yu reached out to turn on the car radio, and the gentle voice of the hostess came out of it:

"Welcome everyone to listen to "Eight O'Clock of Love". I'm Bai Yu."

Yu Shaochun closed his eyes, didn't look at the noisy class anymore, leaned back in the chair, feeling sore in his eyes.

"Today's topic is farewell."

"We say goodbye many times in our lives, with friends, with family, with loved ones."

"Every time we say goodbye, we look forward to a buffer period, where we can arrange everything decently, wait for the last hug or get drunk, and then choose a meaningful day to say goodbye."

"But life is impermanent. Usually, on a sunny afternoon, one of them leaves without any warning. It may be difficult to see each other again in this life."

"So, we must cherish everyone and everything now. As long as we don't leave regrets now, even if we part, we can say goodbye frankly, and look forward to seeing you next time."

The voice of the hostess was very gentle, lingering in the whole car, like a cappuccino with too much milk.

"I suddenly mentioned this today because of my personal career planning. I want to say goodbye to my favorite broadcasting career," she said. "I am very happy to accompany you every night. Thank you for being here, thank you for listening to me through so much."

"Then let me say it one last time. Welcome to "Eight O'clock in the Night of Love". I am Bai Yu. I hope you can face every farewell with dignity."

Yu Shaochun turned his face sideways to look at the flashing car lights outside, and wiped the corners of his eyes calmly.

It seems that all the differences in the world are gathered today, he thought, how uncomfortable.

The hostess also seemed very sad, and after a moment of silence, she said: "Our first song today is a bit special. It was given by some students to their friends who went abroad, and they also made a special trip to the live broadcast room. Sing this song for him, and I will hand over the microphone to these students, I wish them a smooth farewell in the spring, and if possible, please meet again in the next spring."

Suddenly there was a "ding bang" in the quiet live broadcast room, followed by several people whispering, and the noise of guitar strings being touched.

Yu Shaochun's heart beat suddenly a little faster.

A cold voice sounded from the radio, seeming a bit nervous: "To...cough, I don't know if there is any Wannian Er Er who is listening."

He paused and continued: "No matter where you are or where you are going, don't forget the way home. I... We will always support you."

This voice is the one he is most familiar with.

When lecturing, when chatting, when angry, and—

when kissing.

It's also what he loves.

The familiar melody followed Feng Zhou's words, a little jerky and reckless, just like the youth full of memories, flamboyant and warm blooming in the early spring carriage.

""A Song Written Together" is here for you," Feng Zhou said, "I wish you... a bright future and your dreams come true."

Farewell.

Yu Shaochun looked at the car lights outside and was suddenly at a loss.

In fact, young people should not be afraid to say goodbye.

Even if the two sides are separated, even if the longing becomes sick.

So what?

As Feng Zhou said, because life is short, people have the courage to pursue everything they want.

The traffic that had been blocked for a long time started to move slowly, and the street lamps on both sides of the elevated road were like stars, falling into the world of mortals.

Even if he went to a faraway place, he thought, he must always maintain his enthusiasm and go to the next future with the company of stars.

That is a beautiful, bright future.

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