Five years simulation three years first

Yu Shaochun took out the key to open the door, and a soprano came out of the house.

Shen Yingying held the spatula in her left hand, and circled the kitchen lively: "You're back!"

Yu Shaochun's face froze: "Don't make trouble."

Shen Yingying looked at Feng Zhou: "Who is this?"

"This is Feng Zhou." Yu Shaochun pushed him forward.

"Oh——" Shen Yingying said with a long voice, "He is the number one in the grade you scolded every day before? Tell me about you, such a good child is not pleasing to the eye, Yu Shaochun, who else can you look up to?"

Yu Shaochun stretched out his hand to push her back to the kitchen, but Shen Yingying dodged lightly and leaned in front of Feng Zhou: "This child is really cute, are you ready for dinner? Auntie is making spaghetti, it will be ready in a while."

Yu Shaochun rolled his eyes: "This is my mother."

"Hello, Auntie," Feng Zhou nodded cautiously in the face of such a cheerful Yu Ma, "I won't eat..."

Shen Yingying glared at him reproachfully, and dragged his hand to lead him to the sofa: "How can you not eat? Surely Chunchun didn't invite you to dinner, right? Auntie feels destined to you when she sees you. Are you tired from studying? Did Chunchun bully you a lot at school? Let me tell you, he kid..."

Yu Shaochun got a headache when he heard it, and hurriedly took her by the hand into the kitchen.

Shen Yingying shook off his hand: "What? It's against you? Why are you so rude when you take his classmates home and treat them well?"

"It must be treated well," Yu Shaochun said, "but you are too enthusiastic, aren't you?"

Shen Yingying went to see her stew pot: "Go, go, go and accompany your classmate, don't disturb me to cook."

"Mom," Yu Shaochun whispered standing at the kitchen door, "Remember not to ask about his parents for a while."

"why?"

"I don't know either, but don't ask me anything."

"Okay, I know, I'm sensible." Shen Yingying blinked and gave him an OK gesture.

Although, why is he so worried?

Feng Zhou was caught off guard by Shen Yingying's warm welcome, and sat on the sofa honestly thinking about his past.

Yu Shaochun's house is not very big, it's a regular house, there are a few photos hanging on the wall of the living room, there are wedding photos of the hostess and hostess, there are travel photos of the family of four, and there may be a family photo of the entire Yu family hanging on the top. superior.

In that photo, Yu Shaochun was quite small, wearing an orange peaked cap backwards, pouting his lips on his hips, and his face was full of the expression of "I'm the best in heaven and earth".

It turned out that he was not a good stubble since he was a child.

He heard Yu Shaochun coming out of the kitchen, and calmly turned his gaze back to the expensive carpet in front of him.

"You won't trouble your mother, will you?"

"How is it possible?" Yu Shaochun said, "She spends a lot of time at home every day, hoping for the stars and the moon that someone will come and entertain her at home. I will take you to my room."

In fact, he had seen his room in the previous video, but Feng Zhou didn't expect that the room itself was much bigger than in the video.The ceiling painted dark blue is dotted with sporadic white lights, as if hiding a corner of the night sky outside.

He looked at the telescope standing by the window and asked, "Is this your telescope?"

Yu Shaochun gritted his teeth: "Yes, it's my telescope."

Speaking of this telescope, both of them recalled the scene of the first knot.Feng Zhou couldn't help laughing when he thought of the pair of Doraemon thermal pants fluttering in the wind.

Yu Shaochun knew what he was thinking, his teeth itched with hatred, and he stretched out his hand to scratch him: "Laugh again!"

Feng Zhou was caught off guard by his sneak attack, and fell on the bed.

Yu Shaochun took advantage of the victorious pursuit to scratch his stomach, Feng Zhou quickly surrendered: "It's wrong, it's wrong, don't scratch it."

"Oh," Yu Shaochun propped one leg on the bed, leaning slightly, "So Feng Xueba is ticklish."

Feng Zhou secretly thought something was wrong. The enemy knew his weakness, so he fought back stiffly: "Who is ticklish?"

"Then why don't you let me scratch?"

"Do normal people say things like 'please tickle me'?"

Yu Shaochun suddenly felt that their posture seemed inappropriate, so he got up without changing his face, and stretched out his hand to pull Feng Zhou up: "Understood, if you can't argue with me in the future, you can do it."

"A gentleman speaks but does not move."

Yu Shaochun was too lazy to chat with him: "Just move around and play around, I'll find you something to wash first."

As soon as he stepped out of the door, Feng Zhou immediately piled up the reference books that were scattered all over the table, stuck them to the edge of the table and put them away, and then reached out to a pen holder not far away, not forgetting By the way, gather up the remaining rubber crumbs and sweep them into the trash can.

Feng Zhou let out a sigh of relief, feeling that everything is lovely and the world is bright.

He wanted to do this when he made the video that day.

When Yu Shaochun came back, he saw that his desk seemed to have experienced a tornado, at least half of the items on it were gone, and the culprit was standing by the side and stuffed everything that could fit into the cabinet.

"What are you doing?!" Yu Shaochun strode forward, "Ancestor! Don't touch my Gundam!"

"I won't move, just help you clean up."

Feng Zhou glanced at the three robots with different shapes, and remembered that this thing was called Gundam.

He swore that he just wanted to help Yu Shaochun plan the use of the desk, and he had no intention of throwing anything away.

But Yu Shaochun folded his arms and stared at the side, so he was too embarrassed to do it, and finally he could only sigh with some regret: "Then forget it."

"Can your obsessive-compulsive disorder be cured?"

"I think," Feng Zhou said seriously, "I can't."

Yu Shaochun looked at his clean and clean desktop, and finally he could only choke out two words: "Awesome."

Shen Yingying's supper is pasta.The noodles with meat sauce are served with turquoise broccoli, which looks particularly appetizing.

She pulled out the chair and greeted Feng Zhou: "Sit down, sit down, are you hungry?"

"Thank you auntie."

"It's so polite," Shen Yingying looked at him with her chin propped up, her eyes full of kindness, she stretched her leg and kicked Yu Shaochun under the dining table, "You can learn from others."

Yu Shaochun was picking up noodles with a fork, when she kicked a whole piece of noodles and choked it down his throat, he lay on the table with his neck in his hands and coughed earth-shatteringly.

Feng Zhou looked over worriedly, fearing that he would cough up his brain.

"Let's play, let's play, anyway, your acting skills are inherited from your mother," Shen Yingying seemed to have expected it a long time ago, admiring the manicure with her hands up, without giving Yu Shaochun a look.

Yu Shaochun accused her: "You murdered your own son!"

Shen Yingying blew on the tips of her nails: "If I can stuff you back in my stomach, I will stuff you. I will educate you again, so that I won't be so annoying every day."

"I'm angry?"

"Your Aunt Yang and Aunt Zhang gave birth to beautiful girls. One is in Seattle and the other is in Moscow. They are sensible and capable. They look five or six years younger than me when we go out together."

Feng Zhou raised his head and said stammeringly, "Auntie is also very young, like, like in her 20s."

"Oh, that's what you said," Shen Yingying smiled instantly like a peony flower, and wiped the corner of his mouth with a tissue, "Wipe, there is sauce on the corner of her mouth."

Yu Shaochun glared at Feng Zhou.

Well, you thick eyebrows actually betrayed the revolution?

Seeing him winking, Shen Yingying stared back mercilessly: "Don't let Feng Zhou spoil you, learn from him, do you hear me?"

After she finished speaking, she immediately became gentle with Feng Zhou: "Xiao Feng, is it delicious? Is it salty? Is there too much tomato sauce?"

Feng Zhou swallowed the last mouthful of noodles and shook his head: "It's not salty, it's delicious."

"I like to eat and come to play often. Auntie can also cook Cantonese and French food." Shen Yingying's eyes are so gentle that water can be squeezed out. "Chunchun has a younger sister who is training at school today. It will take a few days before she can go home. Next Next time you come back, let her meet with you, you two have a good chat, cultivate and cultivate..."

As soon as Yu Shaochun heard that the topic was getting more and more outrageous, he interrupted quickly: "Mom, you are almost done. He must be tired. I will take him to wash and sleep."

Feng Zhou was staggered by him: "Thank you, thank you, auntie, for your hospitality."

"My mother likes you very much," Yu Shaochun stood at the door of the bathroom and handed him a set of disposable toiletries.

"Your mother has a good personality," Feng Zhou said, "very...cute."

"Yeah," Yu Shaochun sighed, "I was spoiled like a child by my father."

Feng Zhou took the towel, only to feel a faint fragrance wafting from the tip of his nose again, very similar to what he smelled on Yu Shaochun before.He sniffled, turned the towel over, and found that the pattern on it was "Doraemon" again.

He simply rushed down and came out in a pale pink pajamas, feeling a little awkward.

Yu Shaochun was lying on the sofa in the house, swiping his phone, and reached out to pat the bed: "You sleep here, I sleep on the sofa. I didn't expect this dress to suit you."

Feng Zhou looked down at the pink clothes with complicated emotions: "Aren't you going to bed?"

"No," Yu Shaochun said, "the host and the guest are different."

"You weren't like this before."

"What was I like before?"

"You have to sleep in the same bed with me."

A rare embarrassment appeared on Yu Shaochun's face: "Damn, you hold grudges."

"This kind of thing is familiar once and twice," Feng Zhou said, "I'm actually mentally prepared in the bathroom."

"Don't make me sound like a hooligan, okay?"

Yu Shaochun looked at him with his neck tilted on the sofa, and found that he was really serious, completely unaware of how weird his words were.

After a stalemate for a while, he sighed: "It was not allowed before, but now there are two beds, we don't need to do this."

"Oh."

Feng Zhou lay down obediently, pulled the quilt under his nose and covered it, and the faint fragrance returned.

He sat up abruptly and asked, "What makes your room so fragrant?"

"Is it fragrant?" Yu Shaochun reached out to pick up a small bottle on the bedside table, "Lemongrass aromatherapy."

Feng Zhou sniffed: "It smells good."

Yu Shaochun reached out and took out a small bottle of the same fragrance from the cabinet below, and stuffed it directly into the side of Feng Zhou's schoolbag: "If you like it, I will give you a bottle."

"I......"

Yu Shaochun immediately interrupted him: "Are you friends?"

"Yes, but..."

"Then don't pay me, go to sleep."

Feng Zhou grabbed the side of the quilt and looked at him solemnly.

But if you don't come to sleep together, how do I know if our friendship has been sublimated to the point where we don't talk about money?

In the end, he still didn't say a word, and lay down again full of complicated feelings.

Yu Shaochun felt that Feng Zhou's last look at him was full of deep regret.

What is he regretting?

Yu Shaochun suddenly felt a little scratchy.

I want to ask to understand.

Feng Zhou thought very simply. He thought that the way to exchange friendship was to sleep on the same bed, but the brother next to him rejected his request to sleep together for some reason, which made him feel that the relationship between them might not be good enough to sleep together. a bed.

Making friends is a long way to go, Comrade Feng Zhou.

he thinks.

Two people with preoccupations, one lying on the bed and the other lying on the sofa, were separated by less than two meters, but their brain circuits were separated by two dimensions.

Yu Shaochun lay down for a while, his consciousness a little fuzzy.He turned over and suddenly remembered the task that Yu Sixuan assigned him. He quickly picked up his phone and unlocked it, and saw that the second hand of the electronic clock was making the last few laps of 2020.

10, 9, 8,  …

He silently counted to "1", and asked softly, "Feng Xueba, are you asleep?"

After a while, he heard a nasal "Huh?"

It was soft, like some feline scratched him gently.

"Happy New Year, happy every day in the new year."

Feng Zhou seemed to be in a trance, so he vaguely replied "Happy New Year".

Yu Shaochun's previous feeling of scratching his heart and liver dissipated, and he switched to his QQ account in a good mood, and sent a message for Yu Sixuan to the little boy she had a crush on.

【莪昰迩的命】2021/01/0100:00:47

Little brother happy new year duck (*^▽^*)

Feng Zhou's phone screen brightened for a moment and then went dark again.He frowned, turned the phone upside down on the bed, and fell asleep completely.