Five years simulation three years first

In fact, the second group didn’t think about any awards or honors when they made this song. They just wanted to steal the limelight because they were upset by the first class’s displeasure, but they didn’t expect that a song with a low-quality MV could make half of it sing and cry. people.

Most of these people are seniors in high school.

This is their penultimate group activity in this school, and the penultimate one is the "last fuck" in early June, so it is very emotional.

Perhaps sad, perhaps fearful, unknown.

At least a few of them were quite shocked when they received an invitation from a local music company to collaborate on a song.

"Feng Xueba, do you want to do it?" Tang Qian pondered for a long time, but the dog didn't spit out any ivory.

Yu Shaochun frowned and kicked him: "I've told you all about what you can do or not, and who are you going to listen to?"

Feng Zhou looked at him suspiciously, he didn't understand what was wrong with the sentence just now, but Tang Qian understood, and his face flushed.

Lu Xiaonan felt that the olive branch could be harvested or not: "Let's go back, we'll have time to think about it after the final exam."

The art festival lasted until [-]:[-] p.m. or [-]:[-] p.m. The school bus arrived outside the venue on time and took the students back to school.As soon as I entered the school gate, I saw a huge flame-retardant cloth spread on the playground, and firewood had already been set up on it.

Everyone was hungry for a day, and Xiao Xiang had already started the barbecue at night, so they cheered, but before they dispersed, Tan Yuanzhao called them back to line up.

With a sullen face, Tan Yuanzhao took out a piece of paper that was folded squarely: "I repeat, don't bring—"

Tai Mei answered quickly: "Alcoholic beverages."

"And this boy and girl—"

"Cannot act alone."

Tan Yuanzhao put down the paper: "Why are you the only one who can answer? Are you afraid that the words will fall on the floor?"

Tai Mei immediately lowered her head obediently, pretending that nothing happened.

Standing on the flag raising platform, the headmaster looked at the largest bonfire below, the barbecue grill beside it, and the hungry students, and smiled slightly: "Good afternoon, everyone, I would like to say a few words by the way."

Li Guohao gritted his teeth: "He's the best."

The principal is sensible and has no habit of speaking. The leaders only talk when they are used to it.

The crowd cheered and dispersed, and only then were the large and small cars parked outside the school gate allowed to slowly drive into the campus.The barbecue master invited by each class helps to take the ingredients from the car and deliver them to the corresponding location.

Since Tang Qian and the others heard that Yu Shaochun's family prepared the ingredients, they couldn't sit still early in the morning, and trotted to help the barbecue master carry various skewers.

Although the Yu family is rich, they keep a low profile and never spend extravagantly. The minivan they even use to deliver food is much inferior to the truck next door sponsored by Han Shun's family with a huge "Han" character printed on it.

Han Shun stood with his hips akimbo and sneered, thinking that the Yu family really didn't care about it, and even this kind of ostentation was so shabby, so the so-called rich was probably just a bluff.

But the next moment, the things he took out of the car were so shocking that he blurted out the word "Fuck", and his face turned green with anger.

Tang Qian's eyes were full of shock: "I rely on me, rely on me, this can't be an Australian lobster!"

There is more than one Australian lobster.

The crustaceans that were as long as his forearm were dragged out of the foam box wrapped in plastic wrap, bigger than his head.

The grill master said with a smile: "Yes, the boss called last night to ask if there is any fresh lobster. Isn't this what I bought just this morning?"

Li Guohao swallowed: "I think it is more expensive than me."

"Don't underestimate yourself," Tang Qian said, "It should be that the two of us together are not as expensive as it."

The students who were waiting here had already raised the stove, and the charcoal fire glowed slightly red under the wire mesh, and it was steaming.

Lu Xiaonan was about to ask why those idiots who called themselves helping but making trouble hadn’t come back yet, when someone shouted not far away: “Look, everyone, it’s a lobster! Australian lobster!”

She shivered, thinking that she had misheard, and the pen twirling between her fingers almost fell to the ground: "What?"

While talking, Li Guohao and Tang Qian had already carried the lobster and ran to her.

Lu Xiaonan looked at the lobster as big as a washbasin, and turned his head stiffly: "Mr. Yu."

Yu Shaochun was talking to Feng Zhou, when he heard the words, he raised his head: "What's wrong?"

"Australian lobster."

"Yeah," he said, "Australian lobster."

Lu Xiaonan pointed to the pitiful and cute little oven next to him: "This is the occasion."

"This occasion?"

"Just, are you sure," she said with difficulty, "on this occasion, use Australian lobster to grill?"

Yu Shaochun didn't seem to think there was anything wrong: "That's right."

"Don't you think it's a bit of a cannon to kill mosquitoes?"

He suddenly realized: "What are you talking about? It wasn't that someone told me yesterday that they wanted to see what the Australian lobster looked like. I went back and asked. Coincidentally, it was still in stock, so I sent it."

Lu Xiaonan turned his head silently.

Damn rich.

Feng Zhou said in a low voice: "I can't see it, Mr. Yu, your tablemate said you wanted to see Australian lobsters, and you got them right away. You really have a loving classmate."

"You pretend again?" Yu Shaochun smiled, "Who told me that he wanted to see and see?"

Feng Zhou's expression remained unchanged: "Tang Qian."

"There's someone else."

"Can not remember."

Yu Shaochun knew that he couldn't hide his face, so he said to himself: "In ancient times, there was a time when King You of Zhou made a beacon show, and the feudal lords made a beautiful smile. Today, sacrificing two unattractive lobsters to make someone happy, I think it's worth it, right? Concubine Ai?"

Feng Zhou sneered: "Your concubine doesn't do math? King Yuyou?"

"Are you jealous? I haven't bothered about that little bastard surnamed Wu Mingli, why don't you want to?"

"Okay," Feng Zhou said, "you and mathematics and I and physics, everyone is happy."

Yu Shaochun scratched his chin: "Why are you thinking about sleeping in a separate room before you go through the door? I will turn over your green sign today, and you won't go to court tomorrow."

Lu Xiaonan passed by with a pack of chicken wings in his arms, and when he heard the two gods loving his concubine and flipping signs, he grinned ferociously: "If you have time to talk dirty, why don't you go and help out, are you happy watching the fun with hands and feet?"

In fact, they don't need their help, and the enthusiasm of the rest of the students for DIY barbecue is also embarrassing.

The grill master couldn't get his hands in at all, so he could only laugh and watch a group of seventeen or eighteen children turn over the grill with meat skewers, one piece was burnt and the other was undercooked, it looked horrible.There is also a ten-year recessive patient with Parkinson's, who shakes the seasoning jar with cumin pepper noodles and sprinkles too much, it is estimated that he cannot eat it.

Yu Shaochun didn't do any housework at home on weekdays, but now he was in the mood to DIY together with kebabs. One side was sprinkled with chili noodles, and the other side was covered with salt grains. It looked particularly pervasive.

"Come and taste it," he grabbed Tang Qian as a test sample, "It's the first time cooking, so don't worry if it doesn't taste good."

Tang Qian lost half of his courage when he saw the mutton skewers: "I don't eat mutton."

Yu Shaochun still stuffed the mutton skewers into his mouth: "Who are you kidding? Last time you ate hot pot, you ate half a plate of mutton by yourself."

Tang Qian thought about the Australian lobster that someone bought for him, so he took a bite and almost died on the spot.

Li Guohao didn't believe in evil, so he also tasted a piece, so he almost went with Tang Qian.

Feng Zhou watched from the sidelines, and made one last comment - no matter how good the relationship is, it cannot be sacrificed for love.

In the end, they were so hungry that they couldn't move, and a group of people obediently returned the stove to the master.The master has a round face, kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and he is skilled in grilling meat, which is much better than their own nonsense roasting.

Feng Zhou has been reluctant to eat this kind of oily and salty food since he was a child. Apart from occasionally helping the grill master, he just watched the people around him eat with satisfaction.

Although he doesn't know why this high-calorie food brings people happiness, it still doesn't prevent him from looking at the bright and cheerful faces, and being infected with happiness.

After the two lobsters were grilled, they were dismembered, and each of them shared a piece. Yu Shaochun helped him grab a tong.Feng Zhou sat on the side and peeled the lobster shell slowly, taking a long time before he ate one of the pliers.

"Feng Xueba, don't be too Buddhist," Tang Qian commented, "You have to cheer up on this occasion."

Feng Zhou looked at his shiny hands and mouth, and silently handed over a tissue. Just as he was about to say something, he heard exclamations not far away.

A cluster of very bright fireworks rose in the middle of the playground, like a dragon, piercing the dark blue sky.

The bonfire was three meters high, crackling and burning firewood, becoming the only light source in the twilight.The students cheered and stood in a circle around the campfire, pulling out their phones to take pictures.

It was also the first time for Feng Zhou to see such a large-scale bonfire, and he was only shocked for a moment. When he recovered, Yu Shaochun had already pulled his sleeve and walked towards the crowd.

The students from grade one to grade three were mixed together. At this time, no one cared about the regulations on men and women acting alone. They quietly stood beside the person they liked or had a crush on, or directly held hands under the cover of the crowd.The teachers also let go of their usual majesty, young and old, all smiling brilliantly under the light of the fire.

Feng Zhou saw Tan Yuanzhao and the music teacher embracing each other not far from the bonfire. Tan Yuanzhao looked nervous, as if what he was holding in his arms was not a girl, but a bundle of white phosphorous that was about to see the light.

Lao Tan's way of falling in love somehow made Feng Zhou laugh, and he looked at Yu Shaochun inexplicably with joy.Yu Shaochun thought the child was stupid, and when he was about to ask him why he was laughing, he felt cold between his fingers and was held straight.

Ten fingers intertwined, lingering.

For the first time in 18 years of domineering Young Master Yu, his face turned red from his neck to the tips of his ears.

"What are you doing?" he whispered. "Aren't you afraid of being seen?"

The flames swayed faintly in the wind, illuminating the young faces of the teenagers around the campfire, and no one noticed what happened in this corner.

The principal was full of enthusiasm on the flag-raising platform: "I wish our students will always be as bright as fire in the future!"

A few fireworks bloomed in the sky not far away, responding to the enthusiasm of the bonfire, illuminating the entire playground, and also illuminating the swaying and rising dreams of youth.

Should be brighter than a campfire.

The students ran around the bonfire, cheering, laughing, and waving their arms following the flames, as if they could soar into the sky with it in the next moment and fly to the distance they yearn for.

The celadon and black tiles, the golden color of ginkgo, and the fragrance of cloves may only become a blur in my mind after many years.But only this grand bonfire and the dream of youth will burn until the end of life with the memory of "high school".

Xia Feng brushed his face with heat, Feng Zhou raised his head slightly, and saw that the boy's eyes were still bright in the firelight.The two held hands tightly and ran with the crowd, as if by running like this, they could break free from the shackles of time and accompany them to the end of their life journey.

Like elopement.

Under the cover of the crowd, he lightly pressed a kiss on the corner of his lover's lips.

So from the end of the bonfire party, Yu Shaochun was in a strange state of bliss.

Lu Xiaonan was puzzled: "Mr. Yu, why are you so blushing?"

Yu Shaochun nonsense: "It's hot."

The workers yelled to pack up the flame-retardant cloth and the remaining oven and fuel, and they walked out along the path, preparing to have a good time as promised.

Feng Zhou reminded him friendly: "It's the end of the semester."

Chen Si made a heart attack: "Just this time, and then go back and study hard, do you think it's okay?"

Feng Zhou thought it was impossible, but after thinking twice, he still didn't continue to dampen their happiness.

Just be happy.

"Taxi or bus?" Lu Xiaonan played with two coins in his hand, "Take a bus, a taxi can't fit in it."

Tai Mei shook her head: "The bus is very crowded at this time, I think it's better to take a taxi."

Just as Feng Zhou was about to speak, the phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket.

Call from an unknown number.

"Hello."

The other party's voice was cold and emotionless, and the background sound was noisy, mixed with the siren of an ambulance: "Are you Zheng Qiulan's family?"