Five years simulation three years first

"Happy birthday to teacher Wang Xiaowen, forever young."

Tan Yuan followed Yu Shaochun like a repeater: "Happy birthday to Teacher Wang Xiaowen, always young."

"The tone is a little more cheerful," Yu Shaochun said, "Those who don't know think that you have been robbed of love."

Tan Yuanzhao took off his glasses, pressed his brows together: "But I'm nervous."

Yu Shaochun patted him on the shoulder, and tucked back the exposed label by the way: "Just read your new discoveries in the field of chemistry, be confident and happy, you can do it, gogogo!"

Feng Zhou raised his hand and looked at his watch: "There are still 5 minutes."

Yu Shaochun quickly took the lighter and lit the heart-shaped candles around Tan Yuanzhao's feet one by one.Lu Xiaonan sat in front of the piano, took a deep breath, and put his ten fingers on the keys.Feng Zhou turned off the lights, and the music classroom was plunged into a dim light illuminated by candlelight.

Wang Xiaowen stepped on the clock and came to the door of the music classroom on time. She inserted the key into the lock, but found that the door was not locked.

There are oddities.

Alarm bells were ringing in her heart, and she slowly took out the anti-wolf tool she was carrying with her from her bag, held it up to her face, and slowly opened the door.

A soft piano sound sounded behind the door, followed by melodious string music.Wang Xiaowen was stunned at the door, looking at the few people who were shadowy in the candlelight.

Standing by the podium as a backup force, Feng Zhou looked at this scene and felt that it was actually a bit scary.His gaze shifted from Tan Yuanzhao who was already trembling to Yu Shaochun, and he was surprised to find that his red dress and white violin looked very good together.He tilted his head slightly, without his usual carefree appearance, and seemed to devote all his body and mind to the performance at this moment.

Yu Shaochun should be given a spotlight, he seems to be giving a personal recital.

Feng Zhou thought for no reason.

Tan Yuanzhao looked at Wang Xiaowen who was walking slowly, and felt his heart start to jump up and down in his chest, like a frightened rabbit.He took a deep breath, opened his mouth and stammered: "Mr. Wang Wang Xiaowen, I..."

Feng Zhou sighed and lowered his head.

Wang Xiaowen stopped in front of him, glanced at the perfect "heart" arranged with candles on the ground, and covered her mouth in surprise.Tan Yuanzhao blushed, and summoned up the courage to say, "Teacher Wang Xiaowen, I wish you a happy birthday and always be happy."

It seems that I said the wrong word.

Feng Zhou felt that they didn't teach like this before.

He picked up the gift box and greeting card from the podium and walked forward, handing it to Wang Xiaowen: "Mr. Wang, this is a gift prepared by Mr. Tan for you."

He opened the gift box, revealing a row of perfumes packed in small test tubes, and showed her: "This is a perfume specially made for you with a series of floral scents such as rose, rose, and rose as the base, supplemented with other spices."

It was the first time Wang Xiaowen heard that she could make her own perfume: "Perfume...is it still possible to make your own?"

Feng Zhou nodded: "Teacher Tan hopes that this unique homemade perfume will allow you to maintain your own charm forever in the days to come."

Tan Yuanzhao hurriedly nodded from behind.

Yu Shaochun winked at Lu Xiaonan, and the two ended the performance of this section at the same time, bowed to Wang Xiaowen and Tan Yuanzhao, and walked out of the music classroom with Feng Zhou.

What they can do has been done, and the rest depends on Tan Yuanzhao's free play.

Before going out, Yu Shaochun heard Tan Yuanzhao say cautiously: "Please, may I have the honor to celebrate your birthday with you?"

"You say, can Lao Tan succeed?" Lu Xiaonan asked.

"Ninety-nine times," Feng Zhou said, "the whole school knows that I am a student under the leadership of Tan Yuanzhao. I go to her every day if I have something to do. If she gets annoyed, she will drive me away. There is no reason to ask me any questions." Must answer."

Yu Shaochun's eyes widened: "So you didn't get the information by observation?"

"Can we get so much information by observation?"

"I thought you already had the basic skills of an agent."

"Think too much."

"So it's really you who just ask the music teacher what he likes?"

"if not?"

Yu Shaochun looked at Feng Zhou with a complicated expression: "You have to be thankful that she doesn't dislike Lao Tan, otherwise it would be useless for us to bring Mozart to play the piano today with the debuff added by your teammate."

Lu Xiaonan was going to attend the rehearsal of the school chorus team, so he said hello and left in a hurry.Yu Shaochun and Feng Zhou were walking on the forest road of the school. The students who came back from their evening self-study after dinner entered the school gate in twos and threes. Their faces were lit up in the mist of early winter.

"Want to eat?" Yu Shaochun asked Feng Zhou, without waiting for his answer, he ran to the small car in two or three steps.Some of the students in the line seemed to know him. They chatted while standing in line, and then laughed together after saying something.

Feng Zhou looked at the noisy and crowded students, and suddenly had the illusion that the thick barrier between himself and the crowd was much thinner, as if he would break through the barrier and integrate into other people's world in the next moment.

Into that "normal" world.

"What are you thinking about?" Yu Shaochun came back after paying the money and saw Feng Zhou standing there in a daze, "Here you are."

Feng Zhou was stunned for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, he found that what Yu Shaochun was holding in his hand was not a hawthorn string, but a strawberry string: "Why..."

"Chen Si said you like strawberries," Yu Shaochun said, "Damn, this kid won't lie to me, will he?"

Feng Zhou frowned: "What are you asking him for?"

"I just want to know about my opponent, but I didn't expect him to tell me all about it." Yu Shaochun bit off a hawthorn and grinned his teeth in pain, "If you want to scold him, don't scold me, I am Great good people."

"He also told you the size of the clothes?"

"That's not it, I observed it myself."

The two of them sat side by side on a bench in the school.Feng Zhou stared at the strawberry string in his hand, and suddenly asked, "Why do you think Lao Tan is so persistent in chasing after the music teacher?"

"Because of love."

"Do you believe in love?" Feng Zhou also felt that his question was very strange after asking, and added, "I mean, love is just the product of dopamine and hormones. If one day the enthusiasm brought by these two hormones subsided, does that mean you don’t love anymore?”

Yu Shaochun looked at him with raised eyebrows: "Why have you been studying 'love' recently? Could it be that there are no difficulties in mathematics, science, chemistry and biology to stop you, so you decided to enter the field of military, humanities and social sciences?"

"I don't know," Feng Zhou looked down at the floor tiles, "it's just...it's strange, what the hell is 'love'."

Yu Shaochun smiled: "Feng Xueba, your question is quite philosophical."

He approached Feng Zhou and asked in a low voice, "Do you have someone you like?"

Feng Zhou shook his head.He considered for a moment, then nodded again.

"Yes or no?"

Feng Zhou hesitated and said, "It's either yes or no."

Yu Shaochun's good mood was inexplicably gloomy for a while.He took a deep breath and asked again: "Then how do you feel when you talk to her? Are you happy?"

Feng Zhou nodded: "It's kind of happy. When we were discussing quarks and calculus, I liked her better at that time than other chat content."

"'Love' can make people happy," Yu Shaochun automatically ignored the premise of his happiness, "Look at my sister, she wants money and looks, she is smart, cute and has a good personality. There is a company, but she has a crush on a man of science and engineering."

"Is the engineering man not good?"

"Do you know that donkey's lip is wrong with horse's mouth?" Yu Shaochun said, "an art student and a science student, their thinking is not on the same plane at all, and sometimes they can't communicate. But she likes it, she is happy, even if every time It’s also fun for everyone to ask me some strange terms in physics, chemistry and biology that I don’t understand, so I have no right to object.”

Feng Zhou shook his head: "But this kind of love will be consumed. One day she will find that the gap in her thinking cannot be bridged in a lifetime. At that time, 'love' will disappear."

He remembered the old photos he had seen in his parents' room.At that time, Zhou Wanjin was young and handsome, and Feng Qingqing's voice was not like the harsh sound of a record being scratched on the machine.They were still young, and they once loved each other. They thought that there was a lot of time and love to spend a long life, and then they met to grow old, and when they were old, they were cremated and buried under the same monument. Sleep here forever."

But this love was completely ended under the unequal knowledge and three views, and turned into a hateful face when they met each other and cared about trivial matters.

Feng Zhou said softly, "Love is the most unreliable thing."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was hit hard on the head.

"How can you say something that a weather-beaten uncle would say at such a young age?" Yu Shaochun asked him, "'Why don't I die if my wife cheated on me and my daughter fell in love early and didn't pay off the car and didn't buy the mortgage'?"

"The law of conservation of energy says that energy cannot be created or destroyed out of thin air, but can only be transformed from one form to another." He stood up and walked in front of Feng Zhou. "The world is entropy increasing, so 'love' 'It must always decrease, but the decreasing love will always exist in this universe in the form of other emotions."

Feng Zhou ate the last strawberry silently, feeling that the icing sugar wrapped in it was too sweet.He sighed, and threw the stick into the trash can next to him: "I never believed in love."

"That's why you don't like Lao Tan and the music teacher?"

"That's what it means."

"But you can believe it."

Feng Zhou bowed his head and took out his mobile phone, and transferred ten yuan to Yu Shaochun: "Thank you for the strawberries."

Yu Shaochun lost his temper completely.He has never met such a difficult person since he was a child. Not only did he turn a blind eye to his overtures, but he also had to transfer money every time to emphasize that the relationship between them was not as close as he thought.

Oil and salt do not enter, swords and guns do not enter.

Looking at Feng Zhou's back that was slowly going away, he felt a sense of stagnation in his heart, and suddenly shouted, "Feng Zhou."

Feng Zhou turned his head, his eyebrows and eyes were hidden in the darkness that the street lights couldn't reach.The preparatory bell rang 3 minutes ago, and there were no students on the road, only the rustling sound of the leaves of the small bushes that were still stubbornly green in the cold wind.

He looked at Feng Zhou, and suddenly felt that he had never seen through this person.Even if so many people want to pull him to roll in the world, he still seems to be covered with a transparent shell, and his soul has been drifting away from the crowd, watching all the hustle and bustle with cold eyes, but he will not become the hustle and bustle itself.

The two of them were silent for a long while separated by the halo of a street lamp before Yu Shaochun said softly: "But if a person dies without having loved deeply, wouldn't this life be too pale?"

The author has something to say: two knowledge points per day:

(Chinese) The first female poet in my country is Cai Yan (Cai Wenji)

(History) During the short spring of national capitalism (1912-1919) the textile and flour industries developed the fastest