sweet

Wen Yang felt that he was surrounded by happiness.

His head was shaken by Shen Feibai, and he complained: "Why didn't you give it to me early in the morning!"

"I want to surprise you a little more." Shen Feibai replied.

Wen Yang was indeed pleasantly surprised, but when he thought of the sullen mood when he just received Wusan, he immediately groaned and squinted at Shen Feibai.

Shen Feibai was stared at by him for a while, sighed lightly, took the leash from Wen Yang's hand without complaint, and fastened it to Wen Feifei who was wagging his tail wildly.

"Let's go?" he said.

Wen Yang put the handheld device in his hand on the top of the wooden shoe rack next to the entrance, and after changing his shoes, he jumped on the back of Shen Feibai who turned around and opened the door.

Shen Feibai reacted very quickly, he quickly stretched out his hands to support Wen Yang's legs, saw Wen Yang's hand stretched out from behind him to open the door, he was so angry that he let go and slapped Wen Yang's ass hard.

Wen Yang retracted the hand that opened the door instantly, and said in shock, "What are you doing!"

Shen Feibai taught him: "This kind of thing is so dangerous, don't jump around in the future!"

"..." Wen Yang twisted on Shen Feibai's back twice, then quietly put his hands around Shen Feibai's neck, buried his head on his shoulders and let out a muffled "Oh".

Shen Feibai wrapped the leash around Wen Yang's wrist, stretched out his hand and opened the door.

Wen Feifei came out at noon for the first time, and the weather in August was very hot. The husky had just walked two steps, and hid in the shadow of the two masters with its tail between its legs, panting with its tongue sticking out, completely losing its previous vitality.

Wen Yang also thought it was hot, and had already jumped off Shen Feibai's back. He turned his head to look at the silly son behind him, with a worried expression on his face; "Feifei won't suffer from heat stroke, right?"

Shen Feibai followed suit to look back, and simply dragged Wen Yang all the way along the air conditioner, the door was also wide open, and went to the store, rubbing against the air conditioner all the way, Wen Feifei seemed to feel better.

"My son is harder to serve than me." Wen Yang said, looking at Pulley City not far from them.

Shen Feibai agreed deeply, and nodded: "Indeed."

After he finished speaking, he paused, and then said: "Based on the price, he is also a little more expensive than you."

Although it is not a purebred husky, Wen Feifei has the same appearance as a husky, and the price is not much cheaper if he really wants to sell it.

The owner of the roller skating rink seemed to really like Wen Yang, otherwise how could such a good-looking son of a bitch give it away as soon as he said it, and Wen Yang didn't know how to be polite to him.

"It's so expensive, my son picked it up for nothing!" Wen Yang said as he poked the soft flesh on Shen Feibai's waist, "Open your mouth and keep your mouth shut, it's superficial!"

Shen Feibai was afraid of tickles, so he hid to the side. Seeing that Wen Yang wanted to continue poking, he stretched out his hand to grab the opponent's hand, wrapped it tightly in his hand, and said weakly: "Okay, I'm superficial, your father's love Rushan, today is your birthday, you are the biggest."

Wen Yang snorted, and looked down at the tightly clasped hands of the two.

Shen Feibai's body temperature is always higher than Wen Yang's, especially in summer, Shen Feibai is like a stove, you can feel the heat emanating from him even if you get close.

Wen Yang retracted his gaze, only feeling that Shen Feibai's palm was scalding.

The two handsome teenagers standing in the middle of the road and holding hands are still a bit more eye-catching.

Whether at school or at home, they are obviously used to holding hands or pulling and pulling, and no one has any abnormal expressions about it, but now they are on the street, and there are only a few strangers passing by. The sizing and staring made Wen Yang a little uncomfortable.

He waved his hand and muttered, "Relax, it's too hot."

"I didn't see you screaming hot when I jumped on my back before." Shen Feibai said, but let go of his hand as promised.

And Wen Yang shook his hands as if he was really burned, as if this could shake off the heat attached to the back of his hands.

But in fact, the sun fell on the place where the two of them clasped their hands before, and it was so hot that it even brought a slight tingling pain.

Shen Feibai looked at Wen Yang's flushed cheeks, thought for a while, and went to the side shop to buy a box of ice cream, and used the box to freeze Wen Yang's face.

The unexpected cold made Wen Yang shiver, he raised his eyes, and reached out to take the ice cream in Shen Feibai's hand.

"In such a hot day, the basketball team probably doesn't need to practice." Shen Feibai said casually.

"I don't need it." Wen Yang said vaguely with a small piece of wood in his mouth, "Have you forgotten the fine tradition of our school's military training every year?"

Shen Fei paused and patted his forehead: "I really forgot."

A high school has military training once a year, ten days of training in the first year of high school, one week in the second year of high school, and five days in the third year of high school.

Hearing this, he patted Shen Feibai on the shoulder: "Don't worry, little Baibai, I have this military training koi here, so don't panic."

Shen Fei hummed and laughed: "I'm not sure if the koi is you or me."

Wen Yang and Shen Feibai had good luck. During the two military trainings in junior high school and high school combined, it was either cloudy or rainy, and they got through easily without any hardship at all.

The two of them each held a cup of ice cream and chatted with each other, and led the dog back to the roller skating rink.

It just so happened that Boss Li of the roller skating rink was squatting outside smoking a cigarette, raised his eyebrows when he turned his head and saw Wen Yang and Shen Feibai, and finally his eyes fell on Wen Feifei.

"Oh." The boss looked at Wen Feifei for a while, "It's fine."

"That's right." Wen Yang nodded, looking very happy.

Shen Feibai glanced at the boss: "Uncle Li, why are you squatting here to smoke?"

The boss smiled: "It's reserved by you kids today, so it's better not to harm the flowers of the motherland with second-hand smoke."

Shen Feibai nodded.

"Who is watching the scene over there?" Wen Yang asked the boss who was teasing Wen Feifei, "Could it be Lei Ao?"

Lei Ao is Wen Feifei's biological mother.

"My son." The boss replied, "He came here because he failed the college entrance examination."

Wen Yang was quite surprised. He had known the boss for a long time, but he really didn't know that the boss had a son, and he had already graduated from high school.

"Let's go, let's go in." The boss extinguished the cigarette, patted Wen Feifei's head, and stood up, "Next time, take it out early in the morning or in the evening, heatstroke will not be good."

Wen Yang and Shen Feibai nodded and followed the boss into the door.

Shen Feibai led Wen Feifei to the crowd, while Wen Yang followed the boss to order some food.

There is no kitchen in the roller skating rink, and most of the drinks are carbonated drinks and beer. The snacks and barbecues that can be ordered are bought by the boss from nearby food stalls and snack bars.

After all, Wen Yang and the others were still young people. After playing for a while, they were tired and wanted to eat something.

Wen Yang, who regularly does high-intensity exercise, is very familiar with this reaction.

"Stinky boy! Stop playing games." The boss entered the counter and kicked the boy sitting behind the counter, "Order!"

Wen Yang looked at the palm phone in the young man's hand, feeling very kind.

And the boy who was kicked by his father was in a hurry: "Fucking old man, don't kick me! Wait for me for 2 minutes!"

The clear boy's voice clearly pierced through the hustle and bustle of the roller skating rink, and fell into Wen Yang's ears.

It sounds a little familiar.

Wen Yang watched the boy for a long time, listening to the boy's wailing and irritable excuses under the harassment of his own father, he couldn't help being taken aback when he thought of the boss's last name.

He looked at the young man who finally threw the handheld aside, took a pen and waited for him to order, hesitated for a while, and then asked tentatively: "...Pipili?"