Five years simulation three years first

The meal is served on time at [-]:[-] noon, with five dishes plus soup and Wuchang rice.

Several hungry wolves have long been in Cao Ying, rehearsing in the living room one by one, running to the kitchen with eyes and noses together.

"I rely on Feng Xueba," Li Guohao circled around the dining table, "You can't be judged by appearances, you're a good cook."

Tang Qian took the mobile phone and adjusted the filter, took a photo of up, down, front, back, left, and right, took a 9-square grid, and sent it to Moments after refining it, wanting to show off.

Chen Si was not surprised, and naturally sat next to Feng Zhou: "Feng Bao knew how to cook when he was in junior high school, and I come here every weekend to eat."

Yu Shaochun stretched out his hand and poked him: "Sit over there."

"I won't," Chen Sifei had to argue with him, "I've been sitting here before."

Yu Shaochun looked at him with a pleasant face: "Everyone thought that the seven continents were crucified forever. Didn't Wegener also find that the plates are drifting? Be obedient and sit over there."

Chen Si couldn't say no to him, stood up cursing, walked around, and sat on Feng Zhou's right.

Yu Shaochun sat down and whispered to Feng Zhou, "I come here every weekend for lunch."

Feng Zhou picked up a spare rib and threw it into his bowl: "You can't shut your mouth even if you eat."

The dishes are all freshly bought, and the meat was brought by my grandmother last week.There are meat and vegetables on a table, the meat and vegetables are matched, the color looks good, and the taste is not bad at all.

Chen Si went downstairs again and bought two bottles of beer, saying that it was to cheer everyone up.

Yu Shaochun watched the beer bottle turn in front of him, and shook his head without changing his face: "I won't drink it."

"Mr. Yu, didn't you say that you are the Jiuxian of D City?"

Yu Shaochun pretended to be a wolf with a big tail and waved his hands: "Jiuxian is not in good condition today, and we will fight again in the future."

Feng Zhou sneered a few times beside him, and everyone heard it all.

The boy's restless hand got under the table and squeezed his hand hard.

After a few sips of beer, everyone started talking and began to reminisce about the past.

"Last year, my dad gave me a good meal because I entered Class Two but not Class One," Tang Qian said in a daze. Have fun, tell me that this opportunity is once in a lifetime, and I have to study hard with him."

"Didn't you say that the first grader and the second grader always quarreled? Is it a false news that spread rumors?"

Yu Shaochun put his arm on Feng Zhou's shoulder: "It was all a misunderstanding before, and of course we have to shake hands and make peace when the misunderstanding is gone, right, Xiao Feng?"

Before Feng Zhou could speak, Li Guohao interjected again: "Feng Xueba is very fierce on the first day of school, looking at the thief is scary."

"Me?" He was stunned for a moment, "Is there something fierce?"

Li Guohao was amused: "You don't know the look on your face the day you first came here, it was scary. Tai Mei didn't dare to get angry when the door knocked her head, so she could only massage herself aggrieved, but who would have thought that—"

Tang Qian answered as if talking about cross talk: "Mr. Yu followed behind, and he was hit on the head again."

Maybe it was because of the unlucky Tai Mei's unlucky door that day, everyone laughed together.

Feng Zhou thought about what happened that day. It seemed that Zhou Wanjin had misremembered his school, and he was in a bad mood when he learned that he and Yu Shaochun were in the same class.

But it was also the first time he heard that his complexion was scary, so he laughed along with embarrassment.

From the memories of the beginning of school to the first monthly exam, to the final exam of the party, the winter vacation and the sports meeting, everything happened a few months or even a year ago, but it is very vivid and vivid.

Feng Zhou suddenly remembered his announcement of the Japanese dog, and his heart moved.

He seemed to have grasped some emotion faintly, and knew how to read it.

We ate and chatted for an hour after a meal.

Feng Zhou carefully put the leftover vegetables in the sink together with two beer bottles into a plastic bag, packed them carefully, and prepared to throw them downstairs later.

These are prohibited items, Feng Qingqing must not find any clues.

Some people have never mastered anti-reconnaissance technology before, but after being investigated a lot, they naturally master this technology.

After three or four hours of torment in the morning, Yu Shaochun and Chen Si, who were not in the same mood, finally played a barely listenable song together, which was well received by layman Li Guohao.

But only Tang Qian's singing level fluctuated up and down, which made people feel headaches.

Lu Xiaonan didn't seem to believe in evil, and grabbed Tang Qian to pick his intonation word by word.Tang Qian had enough energy to spare. Although his standard was much better than before, he was still like an old hen being slaughtered, tossing the ears of everyone present.

Chen Si failed to teach for half an hour before, and his cat was practicing guitar fingering.Lu Xiaonan was about to call the second victim, Yu Shaochun, to share the pain, but just as he turned around, he choked on the spot.

Yu Shaochun leaned on the sofa, tilted his head to talk to Feng Zhou, strummed the strings a few times, and a familiar prelude sounded.

"Kepler".

Although Feng Zhou was looking at the note in his hand, he did not leave the corner of his eyes away from the people around him, glanced at it intentionally or unintentionally, and smiled a little.

Lu Xiaonan turned his head expressionlessly, and slapped the coffee table: "Grow some snacks, you fucking have to practice until the year of the monkey!"

A few people had lunch at Feng Zhou's house, but they were too embarrassed to have dinner, and they had to pack up their things and leave after five o'clock.

Tang Qian seemed to be addicted to it. He walked with smooth steps and sang songs step by step.

Lu Xiaonan was tortured by him for an entire afternoon, and he took the music score and smashed his head: "Leave someone a way to live, Tang Qian!"

"I can sing really well, I think," Tang Qian scrambled, "the new star in the eighth middle school's singing circle will be me—"

Li Guohao sighed and shook his head pretending to be old-fashioned, and set up the guitar lying on the side along the shoe cabinet, so as not to die tragically at Tang Qian's feet.

Just as Feng Zhou was about to ask them to help restore the tables and chairs in the restaurant to their original positions, he heard the door lock click.

His heart tightened, and he quickly began to think about how to keep Feng Qingqing from getting angry before the classmates left if she came back, but he saw a leather shoe stepping into the house.

There are several scratches on the leather shoes, but it can still be seen that they are made of good materials, explaining the reason for the owner's reluctance to replace them.

Feng Zhou looked up along the leather shoes, and saw Zhou Wanjin's big, shiny face.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and just about to say something, he heard the crisp sound of high heels stepping on the ground.

A curly haired head appeared behind Zhou Wanjin: "Hey, what are you doing? Why are you making such a fuss?"

Feng Zhou stood there dazedly, his hands and feet becoming cold inch by inch.

Li Guohao looked up at the door and said "ah".

Lu Xiaonan reacted the fastest, and quickly stabbed Tang Qian who was next to him: "Hi Uncle, Auntie, we are Feng Zhou's classmates, and we are here today to rehearse for the art festival."

Zhou Wanjin obviously didn't understand what the "art festival program" was, but he nodded his head pretending to understand: "Oh, I know, you are the monitor of their class, right?"

His eyeballs swept Lu Xiaonan from head to toe, and seemed quite satisfied: "Zhou Zhou has never brought a girl home before, you are the first one."

I automatically ignored the old men next to me, I guess I should go to the emergency room of the ophthalmology department to take a good look at this eye.

Lu Xiaonan felt weird when he heard his words, but because of Feng Zhou's face, he could only nod with an embarrassed smile: "Actually, we've finished rehearsing, so we won't bother uncles and aunts."

"Aren't you going to sit down for a while?" Zhou Wanjin said, "Your aunt and I just came back, and we didn't entertain everyone. I'm really sorry. Next time I have a chance, I will treat you to dinner hahahahaha."

Feng Zhou spoke suddenly, his voice was very stiff: "No need."

The woman behind Zhou Wanjin rolled her eyes at him unabashedly.

Zhou Wanjin rubbed his hands in embarrassment, and his fat face was slightly red: "Then, then I won't give it away, you go slowly, go slowly, class monitor, come more often in the future."

The class monitor said who are you, do we know each other well?

Any fool would know there's something wrong with the atmosphere here.

Everyone walked away in despair, not daring to turn their heads.

After the door was closed, Zhou Wanjin lost face: "Where did you go yesterday?"

Feng Zhou stared at the woman behind him: "It's none of your business."

"Why is it none of my business?" Zhou Wanjin walked over in two or three steps, holding his collar, "You are my son, I just can control you."

Feng Zhou was staggered by him, and saw Du Baimei's cold eyes not far away.

"What about her?" Feng Zhou held his breath, his face flushed, "What is she doing here?"

Zhou Wanjin spat: "What about 'she she she'? Can you respect your Aunt Du? Aunt Du is also your family member, and she is pregnant with your younger brother!"

Feng Zhou yelled back with a higher voice than him: "I don't have any younger brother, she is not my family, this is my home, not hers! Whose name is written on the real estate certificate? Do you still have the right to give away the house? "

Zhou Wanjin was so angry that he stretched out his hand and slapped him hard.

Only then did Feng Zhou realize that Feng Qingqing's slap in the face was nothing at all.

The man's hands were wider and thicker, with greater strength, and a slap seemed to break his neck.

There was a moment of silence in his ears, and then a tsunami-like hum sounded.The nose and lips screamed silently, burning with pain.

Feng Zhou's eyes darkened, and he stumbled back a few steps and leaned against the wall.

"If you live with me in the future, Aunt Du will be your new mother," Zhou Wanjin gasped, "Apologize to Aunt Du!"

Du Baimei added fuel to the flames with a sharp voice: "Who wants to live with him? I don't want such a weird son!"

Feng Zhou just felt tired and noisy.

His mouth was filled with the smell of blood, and his heart, lungs, and viscera seemed to be at the limit of their operation, and he insisted on standing here not to fall.Every part of the limbs is filled with blood, clamoring for their own dissatisfaction.

"Why should I apologize? She doesn't want me as a son, and I don't want her to be my mother," Feng Zhou said hoarsely, "You are not my father, Feng Qingqing is not my mother, I have neither father nor mother, You live in this house, can I go? I'll get out, how many children do you like?"

As he spoke, he staggered back to his room, tidied up the things on the table, stuffed the money he had saved over the past few years and things he thought were important into his bag, and then rushed back with the bag on his back. living room.

Zhou Wanjin obviously didn't expect him to say that. Realizing that there was a big commotion, he regretted the slap just now, and stood there helplessly watching Feng Zhou pack his bag and put on his clothes, and strode towards the door.

Du Baimei was taken aback by his aggressiveness, took a few steps back, and said unforgivingly: "If you have the ability to leave, then don't come back!"

Feng Zhou didn't even look at her, he slammed the door behind him, and disappeared into the darkness in the corridor.