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Wen Yang lay on the bed with a blank expression.

He had just woken up from a satisfying and wonderful dream, and the unbelievably sweet and sweet scents and images in the dream lingered in his mind for a long time.

Wen Yang had a spring dream.

It is normal for a young man of fifteen or sixteen years old to have such a dream. It is also normal for him to wake up in the morning with wet and sticky legs.

Wen Yang moved his eyes away from the ceiling a little bit, and after moving a few times, he whimpered in pain, and suddenly buried himself in the quilt, forming a ball.

The touch left by the dream is so real that it is frightening.

Wen Yang thought of the situation in his dream and the face of the other party, and immediately tightened his grip.

Dreaming and wet dreams are normal.

What is abnormal is the person in the dream and the situation in your dream.

A normal boy, who would dream of having sex with someone of the same gender? !

What's more, he was the one who was slapped!

Wen Yang hid under the quilt, staring at the darkness in front of him with wide eyes, his face was flushed red because of shyness or boredom.

There are almost all of them, but the former is far more than the latter by several times.

——The young man felt ashamed of the content of the dream, and at the same time felt an indescribable joy that the subtle feelings in his heart were realized in the dream.

He was so stuffy in the quilt that even his breathing brought out the scorching temperature. He finally lifted the quilt, found the underwear in the closet, and rushed into the bathroom.

Wen Yang took a shower, put on home cotton pajamas and took the washed underwear to the balcony.

The sky is not very bright in the early morning of winter, and the outside is foggy and dull.

Wen Yang spread out the twisted fabric, and his eyes fell on the balcony next door separated by two layers of protective windows.

It was the home of Shen Feibai, a bamboo horse that Wen Yang grew up with. In fact, two other titles could be added - the home of Wen Yang's beep dream object, and the home of Wen Yang's crush.

Wen Yang secretly liked Shen Feibai for a long time, probably dating back to the period when he was ignorant and inexperienced.

When the preschool teacher asked the children who they liked the most, Wen Yang's answer was very unique among all the children's answers.

The children in front of him all answered their parents, grandparents, and grandparents, but when it was Wen Yang's turn, he answered without hesitation in a childlike voice: Little Baibai.

Shen Feibai was one year older than Wenyang, and when he heard his answer, he rushed over from the big class very happy, hugged little Wenyang and said in a milky way, I also like Yangyang the most.

Probably from that time on, Shen Feibai's position in Wen Yang's heart was a little different.

After growing up slowly, Wen Yang gradually became sensible from the ignorant period, and finally realized that this relationship was not correct.

But even with this kind of cognition, the emotion of liking Shen Feibai cannot be controlled by his rationality. It quietly takes root in the depths of his heart and spreads wantonly. After a long time, it has grown to the point where it can easily break through the point.

When Shen Feibai was pushed onto the balcony by his mother to collect his clothes, what he saw was Wen Yang standing on the opposite balcony holding wet underwear and staring at him in a daze.

Early in the morning, carrying wet panties.

But Shen Feibai's focus did not stop at this matter. He looked at Wen Yang's dripping hair, raised his eyebrows, and knocked on the window with the clothes rail in his hand, making a loud noise. Remind Wen Yang to regain his senses, and then said: "Wen Yang, go back to the room and dry your hair."

Wen Yang was taken aback for a moment, then let out an ah, and then seemed to suddenly realize something, and hid the white cotton cloth in his hand behind his back.

After hiding, he felt that this behavior was quite stupid, and he wanted to explain, but he couldn't hold back a word after frantically making gestures for a long time.

In the end, Wen Yang stared at Shen Feibai for a long while, then turned around and rushed into the room without even drying his underwear.

The young man who was thrown alone on the balcony was stunned for a moment, and Shen Feibai, who had never been treated like this by Wen Yang since he was a child, felt a little unbelievable.

There must be something wrong somewhere.

Shen Feibai thought about it, quickly collected all the clothes and threw them into the room, greeted Shen's mother, put on his coat, took the key and went to the next door.

Because of their work, Wen Yang's parents either work overtime or go on business trips all the year round, so they spend very little time at home, so they specially provided Shen Feibai, who has been a neighbor for more than [-] years, with a bunch of keys to his own house. Take care of Wen Yang.

Shen Feibai and Wen Yang grew up together, and the two of them went to each other's house as if they were in their own home, so Shen Feibai easily pulled out the cowardly Wen hamster in Wen Yang's bed.

Wen hamster was still holding the ill-fated underwear in his hand.

Shen Fei clicked his tongue and reached out to grab the underwear, but he couldn't snatch it until it was almost deformed.

Wen hamster lay on his side, rolled himself into a ball, pretended without saying a word that he was already a dead hamster.

Shen Feibai didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Let go and I'll let you dry."

Wen hamster groaned twice, and slowly pulled the piece of evidence into his arms, without missing a single bit.

Shen Feibai threw off his slippers and sat on the bed, patted Wen Yang's waist: "...What are you doing?"

Wen Yang lay there curled up for a while, then sat up abruptly, looking at Shen Feibai with a serious face.

He said: "Shen Feibai, I dreamed about the person I like and I have ahhh."

Then he held up the crumpled panties, "evidence."

Shen Feibai didn't speak.

He looked at Wen Yang quietly, the expression on his face was so calm that there was no wave.

In the end, Shen Feibai just let out an indifferent oh, and reached out to take the things in Wen Yang's hands to dry on the balcony.

Shen Feibai's reaction was beyond Wen Yang's expectation.

——He thought that Shen Feibai would at least ask who he liked.

but no.

Wen Yang looked at Shen Feibai's back as he walked towards the balcony, and the sourness in his heart almost reached his throat.

He sniffed, suppressed the sourness that surged up in his heart, got out of bed and put on his slippers, as if nothing had happened, and followed Shen Feibai like a little tail.

Shen Feibai didn't seem to take Wen Yang's words seriously at all.

After turning around and seeing Wen Xiaowei following behind him, he took out the hair dryer from a side drawer and asked Wen Yang to sit down.

The wind from the hair dryer was warm, and the tingling sensation when Shen Feibai's hands touched his scalp made Wen Yang shrink back.

Shen Feibai's hand that was about to land on the back of Wen Yang's neck froze slightly because of his dodging movements.

Then the palm landed on the top of Wen Yang's hair as if nothing had happened.

Wen Yang's hair is not long, and it dries quickly. After he didn't feel any dampness, Shen Feibai turned off the hair dryer in his hand.

He stretched out his hands to rub Wen Yang's soft, fluffy hair, "What do you want to eat?"

Wen Yang kicked his slippers, then raised his head and showed a brilliant smile at Shen Feibai who was standing in front of the bed: "For noodles, we need to add poached eggs, the yellow ones."

There are always a lot of simple-made food in Wenyang’s refrigerator, such as quick-frozen dumplings, noodles, and pancakes.

Shen Feibai cooked three bowls of noodles and fried three poached eggs.

Wen Yang washed a large bowl of small tomatoes that Shen Feibai liked to eat, put it aside to drain the water, and then went to the next door to call Shen Feibai's mother to come over for breakfast.

The adults were going to work, so after a hasty breakfast, they rubbed the heads of the two teenagers and left.

Wen Yang hugged the bowl of small tomatoes, stood beside Shen Feibai who was washing the dishes, ate one for himself and fed the other to Shen Feibai, and finished it separately.

Shen Feibai was washing the dishes quietly, only the sound of the clashing of dishes and chopsticks could be heard in the kitchen.

Suddenly, Shen Feibai turned his head to look at Wen Yang.

Sensing his movement, Wen Yang also looked up at him, "What's wrong?"

"Does the person you like know how to cook?" Shen Fei asked in vain.

Wen Yang froze for a moment, looked at Shen Feibai, and then nodded.

Shen Fei clicked his tongue and asked again: "Does she know what you like to eat?"

Wen Yang nodded very simply and neatly.

Shen Feibai paused, feeling a little irritable, "Can she take care of your life?"

"Yes." Wen Yang thought to himself that this is being taken care of, so he answered very quickly and decisively.

Shen Feibai put down the bowl heavily, and the bottom of the bowl made a crisp crashing sound against the cooking table.

Wen Yang was startled and opened his eyes wide.

"Then the person you like also likes you?" Shen Feibai asked, frowning tightly, looking a little unhappy.

Wen Yang looked at Shen Feibai for a long while, then slowly shook his head.

Shen Feibai felt relieved, let out another oh, turned around to put the bowls and chopsticks away, and even relaxed his brows.

He thought for a while, and suddenly asked: "After the next semester, it's time for the second year of senior high school to be divided into subjects. Are you going to study literature or science?"

Wen Yang felt a little bewildered by Shen Feibai's jumping thoughts and questions.

He froze for a while, then shook his head dully, "I haven't thought about it."

Shen Feibai thought for a while, and said, "I'm going to study science."

Wen Yang laughed all of a sudden, his eyes narrowed, "Then I'll study science too!"

"You have to work hard, otherwise we won't be in the same class." Shen Feibai said, "Your grades are not good."

Wen Yang scratched his head embarrassingly.

He grew up with Shen Feibai when he was a child, wetting the bed and playing with mud together when he was a child, and later doing homework together, they were never separated.

But Wen Yang studied at a young age. In junior high school, he was barely able to attend key classes, but in high school, it was a bit difficult.

If things go on like this, Wen Yang really can't stay in the same class with Shen Feibai anymore.

"It's not a big deal." Wen Yang pouted.

Shen Feibai closed the cupboard door, but couldn't hear clearly, "What did you say?"

Wen Yang looked at Shen Feibai, the air inhaled in his nasal cavity was icy cold, "I said, not being in the same class is not a big deal."

Shen Feibai immediately lowered his face after hearing this.

"Why is it not a big deal?!" Shen Feibai's voice suddenly increased, "No, you have to be in the same class as me!"

Instead of taking a class with me, go to a class with the person you like? !

After knowing that Wen Yang has someone he likes, Shen Feibai, who has been squatting on Wen Yang's cabbage for many years, feels that his head is about to turn over with anger!