Five years simulation three years first

The first time Chen Si saw Feng Zhou was at the door of his house.

It was windy and rainy that day, and the small trees outside the building were almost uprooted, bending over and howling bitterly in the wind and rain.

Someone knocked on the door of his house, a few light knocks, accompanied by the bitter wind and rain outside, was a bit penetrating.

Chen Si had just heard a ghost story told by his classmate the day before, and he felt hairy. He cried and told his father that it was an old corpse from a mountain village who was visiting, so don't open it.

Zhang Qiushuang is a materialist. He never believed in those gods and ghosts. He didn't listen to his son's nonsense at all. He opened the door immediately and saw Feng Zhou standing in front of the door.

Chen Sizuo stared at Zhang Qiushuang for a long time, slapped his forehead, suddenly realized, pointed to Feng Zhou and said that you are the little boy who participated in the abacus mental arithmetic on behalf of the third grade.

Feng Zhou didn't admit it or deny it, and whispered with eyes that had obviously cried: "My mother doesn't want me anymore."

Zhang Qiushuang's motherhood was overwhelming, and he left Feng Zhou to have dinner at his home, saying that he would send him back to his old classmates after eating, and by the way condemned the matter of shutting the child out of the door on a rainy day.

Feng Zhou was white, with curly hair and big eyes. He sat upright, like a ceramic doll in a shop window.

The little dirty boy Chen Si looked down at his hands stained with ink marks of various colors, rubbed his pants on his pants, and moved closer to Feng Zhou.

"How do you count so fast?"

Feng Zhou raised his amber eyes to look at him, then lowered his eyes again: "I have learned abacus and mental arithmetic."

"What is abacus calculation?" He asked again, "Is it fun?"

Feng Zhou nodded, then shook his head again.

Zhang Qiushuang was going to cook, but now it was just a matter of adding a pair of chopsticks.She was agile, and it didn't take long for her to serve four dishes, one soup, and a bowl of rice.

Chen Simou climbed onto the chair like a monkey, reached out to grab the rice and stuffed it into his mouth.Zhang Qiushuang was not polite, and hit Feng Zhou on the head with his chopsticks in front of him.

"How did I tell you? Still grabbing with your hands?"

Chen Si pursed her lips and picked up the chopsticks awkwardly.

Feng Zhou sat beside him, chewing slowly, without barking his mouth or showing his teeth, just quietly, but after a while, his eyes were red again.

oops.

Chen Si thought, the ceramic doll was about to cry.

But the child didn't know what kind of energy he was holding back, and he held back his tears.

Not long after, he gently placed the chopsticks on the bowl: "Thank you, Auntie, I'm full."

Zhang Qiushuang saw that there was more than half of the rice left in his bowl, so he picked up a piece of ribs for him: "You eat too little, eat more."

Chen Si was reluctant, grinning and howling with Zhang Qiu: "I also want to eat ribs——"

Then, unsurprisingly, I got another chopstick.

Zhang Qiushuang glared at him: "What a fart, it's embarrassing."

Later, Chen Si's family often added a pair of chopsticks.

At first, the child had a sense of territoriality, thinking that Feng Zhou was coming to rob his parents from him, so he stared at the little porcelain doll, trying to scare people away with eye attacks.

But Xiaociwa didn't seem to have that kind of pursuit, and secretly wrote several math homework for him once or twice, which made him so grateful that he immediately turned against him.

He leaned over the table and watched Feng Zhou make a formula to solve the problem of counting triangles, which was very novel.

"Haven't seen it?" Feng Zhou asked.

Chen Si shook his head: "I haven't seen it."

Feng Zhou wrote him a line of formula on the draft paper.

His handwriting has always been neat and neat, not like the writing of elementary school students, but a bit like the printed characters in textbooks.

Chen Si nodded with a half understanding, and asked him again: "What's the matter with your parents? Why didn't they pick you up after school?"

Feng Zhou paused his writing hand, and said softly, "They are too busy."

"Then will I pick you up when I'm not busy?"

"Maybe."

Chen Si nodded ignorantly, thinking that he must see what kind of person can teach such a porcelain doll.

But until he graduated from elementary school, he didn't wait for the time when Feng Qingqing and Zhou Wanjin were not busy.

The two families chose to move after their children graduated from elementary school.The family moved to the north, and the family to the south, and they parted ways in a hurry over the years.

It was at this time that Chen Si discovered the mystery under the piggy bank on the shelf at the door of the house.

A handful of bits and pieces of banknotes were stuffed under the little pig's belly, some were five yuan for one piece, and some were 20 yuan for ten yuan.

Looking at the handful of change, Zhang Qiushuang's eyes turned red for some reason.

"This child," she said, "is really sensible."

"Mom, why are you crying?" Chen Si asked, "Shouldn't you be happy if you are sensible?"

"It hurts."

Zhang Qiushuang knew that Chen Si didn't understand why he felt "distressed", and added: "You will understand in the future."

Chen Si didn't understand, but it didn't prevent him from being Feng Zhou's attendant with peace of mind.

His junior high school finished half an hour earlier than Feng Zhou's, which was enough time to take the bus and wander to the gate of Feng Zhou's junior high school, waiting for him to come out.

Feng Zhou's junior high school is said to be a prestigious school. Chen Si leaned on the gate and looked around, feeling that it did look like a "famous school".

The windows are bright and clean, resplendent and resplendent, and it would be even better if there were no hooligans behind Feng Zhou who dyed their hair into palettes.

The leader of the hooligans had a strand of hair dyed purple in front of his forehead, and shouted at Feng Zhou: "Orphan, orphan, is it because your mother won't come to pick you up again today?"

Feng Zhou glanced at him and said nothing.

"Freak, freak," another hooligan shouted, "When are you going back to your home planet? The earth is not for you, get out of here!"

The two sang together, as if they were talking about cross talk.

Chen Si was uncomfortable hearing this, and just wanted to go up to make a theory, but was held back by Feng Zhou.

Feng Zhou introduced him blankly: "That's my cousin."

They are cousins ​​in terms of blood relationship, but they are not alike at all.

When the ceramic doll grew up, she was still white and clean, with a pair of slightly delicate black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose, covering half of her face.

Chen Si was lying on the small round table of the milk tea shop, biting a straw to watch him do his homework, and suddenly asked: "Feng Bao, the girls in your class must like you a lot, right?"

Feng Zhou froze for a moment, then shook his head.

"How is it possible?" Chen Si slapped the case, "The narcissist in the next class is liked by girls, why don't you like girls?"

"narcissism?"

The boss serving the coffee garlands next to him gave Chen Si a look, and he quickly sat back in his seat: "There is a fool in the next class who takes the first grade every day. He is narcissistic and stinky."

Feng Zhou said "Oh".

"But your condition," Chen Si frowned, "it shouldn't be, really shouldn't be."

"Shouldn't what?" Feng Zhou raised his eyebrows, "No one will like me."

"why?"

why?

Because he is unsociable and strange, he keeps a cold face every day, can't speak beautiful words, and slams on the test papers of various subjects every day.

There are a lot of good-looking little boys, and no one wants to be hanged on a cold and ruthless tree with a crooked neck.

Feng Zhou didn't continue this topic, but tapped on the table: "Where's your homework?"

"what--"

Chen Si stretched her voice, seeming reluctant: "No, I didn't bring it."

"Take it out," Feng Zhou said, "don't let me turn it myself."

Chen Si dawdly took out a math exercise book from his bag and handed it to him.

Feng Zhou turned two pages, pointed to a problem to prove that two angles are equal, and asked him: "What's wrong with this?"

"I misremembered the concept at that time."

"Recite the properties of parallel lines to me."

Chen Si stumbled and rolled his eyes: "This...two, two straight lines are parallel, equal to the inner angle of the same side?"

"Quite a fart," Feng Zhou said, "Go back and copy the concept of this lesson five times, and bring it for inspection tomorrow."

Chen Si lay down on the table with a howl, and bargained with him: "Can you do it three times?"

"Six times."

"Twice?"

"Ten times."

"Five times, five times," Chen Si finally compromised, with a bit of grievance in his tone, "Fucking fart."

Feng Zhou looked at the back of the child's head with a smile on his lips.

But the laughter was fleeting, as if it had never been.

He has always been reluctant to show his emotions. In the eyes of teachers and parents, he is well-behaved, calm and sensible, but in the eyes of his classmates, he is annoying and pretending to be deep.

Chen Si didn't know what to think of again, and muttered: "If you were in our school, you would definitely pass that annoying guy next door."

"Why are you paying so much attention to people?"

"Because my deskmate always wanted to take the first place in the exam, but he took the limelight away," Chen Si seemed to feel sorry for his deskmate, "I'm really speechless, what a big deal it is to take the first place?"

Feng Zhou, who took the number one pen tip every time, gave a meal.

That is indeed quite remarkable.

He was a little curious about the very high-profile No. [-] grader in Chen Si's mouth, and he unconsciously rubbed the pages of the book with his hand, wanting him to say more, but seeing his friend moaning, he knew in his heart that Chen Si might be related to that person There is a contradiction, and I obviously don't want to mention it again.

Let's not talk too much.

Feng Zhou actually had some secret expectations in his heart.

He expected another person in the world who could match his knowledge and easily understand complex scientific theorems and fall in love with them.

And without feeling like a freak in the self who loves them.

Feng Zhou sighed maturely, thinking that he might never meet such a person in his life, he turned another page of Chen Si's homework, staring at those shocking big red crosses, feeling even worse.

That's it.

he thinks.

It doesn't matter if you don't meet.

Scientists say that there is a star named CX330 in the universe, which shines alone in the endless night all its life.There are no planets around it, and even meteorites and star debris just pass by in a hurry, never intersecting its trajectory.

are you alone?

Feng Zhou wanted to ask this star, but it was just a whim when he felt lonely.

But if you can glow and glow quietly like this, even if no one cares and understands, it is still a good choice.

Perhaps one day in the future, it is not impossible for humans to finally discover the satellite of CX330 in the universe.

Believe in time, time will always bring surprises.

Young and mature people sat on the small table by the window of the milk tea shop, carefully correcting their friend's homework one by one with a red pen, and suddenly heard a very energetic laughter.

He frowned slightly, raised his head following the laughter, and only saw a smear of orange in full bloom in front of his eyes, making him a little confused whether it was the afterglow of the setting sun or the clothes worn by people. It returned to the sea of ​​people again, disappeared without a trace, leaving only a vague silhouette in the memory, like a beautiful illusion that only exists in a dream.