sweet

However, what Wen Yang found out was that his luck was booming recently.

Wen Yang closed the browser, and put the mobile phone back to Shen Feibai: "It really is a lie, feudal superstition is outrageous."

Shen Feibai put the phone away, and when he heard him say this, he said: "I think I've been really lucky recently, you see, the two people who knew about our situation didn't have any violent reactions, and they both kept it secret for us. "

Isn't it just luck.

Even the classmates who were aware of it naturally ignored it, and their luck was so good that there was no limit.

"What you said seems to be true." Wen Yang clicked his tongue twice, "I'm about to wonder if the world is in harmony."

Shen Feibai and Wen Yang returned to the store and walked to their seats.

Shen Feibai's voice was a little low, he said: "Actually, it doesn't matter if they are very different, the main thing is our parents."

Wen Yang let out a "hmm".

It is true that most of the pressure for homosexuals comes from family members.

In fact, as long as the family members understand, they can face it directly. The pressure that really comes from social prejudice is not as great as imagined.

Of course, the premise is that you don't encounter deep homophobia and people with brain pits.

Just like Yang Qiming's younger brother, it would be a disaster if he encountered it.

The meal was still very full and very happy. A group of boys who had just finished strenuous exercise had a great appetite, and they basically had to grab food.

Wen Yang and Shen Feibai returned home, Wen Feifei probably smelled the aroma of vegetables, and kept wandering around the two of them.

Wen Yang, who was in a good mood after winning the game, happily opened a can for his silly son, and took an extra cup of yogurt from the refrigerator to warm up, preparing to feed it to Wen Feifei later.

Shen Feibai ran to the balcony of Wen Yang's house to take a look at the bag of roses that had been planted alive by the two of them. After teaching Wen Yang how to weed, he turned back to his home.

After Wen Yang was overjoyed, the whole person lay on the bed listlessly, and it was already a miracle that he persisted in weeding the flowers.

Wen Yang told Shen Feibai that the living roses in these two pots were the crystallization of their love.

Shen Feibai glanced at the front crystal Wen Feifei who was squatting on the side wagging his tail, and refused to comment.

The autumn tiger in September is fierce, and the weather is so hot that you can sweat sticky if you walk around casually.

The most annoying thing is the buzzing mosquitoes.

Wen Yang slumped on the bed with all four legs in the air, the heat was so hot that he lifted the hem of his clothes that covered his belly, and waited for the air conditioner to lower the room temperature before putting it back on again.

Why didn't I feel that the weather was so hot when I played the game before?

Wen Yang patted his stomach, and just turned over when Wen Feifei who jumped onto the bed silently kicked him upright.

"Wen Feifei, you are rebellious!" Wen Yang pushed away the dog's head that his silly son leaned towards, feeling that the body temperature that had just cooled down was faintly rising again, "Go aside!"

Although Wen Feifei was a little fussy, he was quite obedient. He jumped out of the bed, went out the door and brought in the little green mouse toy that Shen Feibai bought for him before, and put it in Wen Yang's hand.

Wen Yang measured his body, looked at Wen Feifei, whose head was resting on the bed, sticking out his tongue and staring at him, reached out and took the little mouse, and under Wen Feifei's excited eyes, he threw it away and quickly hid the little mouse in the bed. behind.

Wen Feifei searched all over the room for a long time but couldn't find the toy, so anxiously yelled.

"Son, come here! Dad will show you a treasure." Wen Yang greeted his son.

Wen Feifei walked over with three steps and three turns.

"Qing, clang, clang!" Wen Yang took out the little mouse hidden behind his back.

Wen Feifei was stunned for a moment, took the little mouse and threw it on the ground, then jumped on the bed and beat his old father frantically with his front paws.

Wen Yang felt that what Wen Feifei was thinking must be: Why are you humans so annoying!

He hugged his silly son with his back, buried his face in Wen Feifei's soft, hairy belly, then raised his hand to rub Wen Feifei's dog's head: "Be quiet, let your sad old father sleep."

Wen Feifei twisted twice, broke free from Wen Yang's embrace, and put his head on his father.

Wen Yang rubbed Gouzi's head and sighed: "Feifei, if your grandparents disagree with your parents' marriage, what should you do?"

Wen Feifei took two steps back, trying to save his head.

Wen Yang let go, and asked again: "If I have to separate from your mother Fei Bai, will you be with father or mother?"

Wen Feifei's dog head couldn't analyze such a complicated problem, so he stood on the bed with a mat, tilted his head and looked at his father who was lying flat on the bed with a blank expression.

Wen Yang sighed, turned over and picked up the little mouse toy that fell on the ground, and stuffed it into his son's mouth: "Go and play by yourself."

Then Wen Yang looked at his retarded son, lying on the mat, pushing the little mouse toy from the head of the bed to the end of the bed, pounced on it and grabbed it, released it, pushed it from the end of the bed to the head of the bed, and pounced on it again.

Wen Yang looked at it for a while, then kicked the little mouse out of the bed when he saw the opportunity, grabbed his son's ears, and said seriously: "Wen Feifei, sleep or get out!"

Wen Feifei, who was not resistant to heat, chose to sleep, and even ran to the living room and brought his own little cushion.

Wen Yang looked at Wen Feifei lying obediently on the mat, and was very grateful for the black-backed blood from Wen Feifei's biological father.

At least Wen Feifei didn't like to do things disobediently like other huskies.

Although Wen Feifei has done a lot of things, but he is still obedient when he is serious.

Wen Yang looked at Wen Feifei who fell asleep on his stomach in seconds, and then closed his eyes.

The grades of high A came out very quickly. When I went back for evening self-study on Sunday night, the test papers had already been handed out, and the ranking of the grades came out.

Wen Yang was delighted when he saw the ranking.

He was still number one in the class, dropping No.223 points, and his grade ranking directly entered the top ranking of Shen Feibai's key class.

Wen Yang immediately took out his mobile phone and sent a message to his little friend.

Warm Sun: I really should have bought pornographic books in a serious way.

Warm Sun: In this way, Shen Feibai will read the little pornographic book to me.

Li Lin who received the message: "..."

Meow meow meow meow? ? ?

Lao Li: Go to your evening self-study.

Li Lin felt that Wen Yang was going too far, and it was fine to seldom contact him, but when he managed to contact him once, it was better to give him dog food.

Wen Yang didn't feel sad because of his friend's indifferent response.

He happily put away his mobile phone, read the wrong questions, picked up a pen and recalculated.

There are also a few questions in the back of the big questions that he gave up when he looked at his head when he took the exam, and he also had a whole night of self-study time to sort out slowly.

Science students are obsessed with learning, and their sense of accomplishment is probably stronger than that of liberal arts students.

The answers to the liberal arts test papers mainly answer the scoring points, and the frame is there, and you can get a point by answering the points one by one.

But doing science problems is more like climbing a high mountain, groping for the answer from a few clues to climb the peak, and then successfully climbing over the past, the sudden joyful sense of accomplishment is indeed writing liberal arts. It cannot be felt by the test paper.

... Oh, and you can't feel that when you write a biology test paper.

Wen Yang has always felt that biology in science should be replaced with geography in liberal arts. After all, in terms of future employment, science and engineering should be more or less related to things like geology. It is reasonable and reasonable to put geography in science, and there is nothing wrong with it. .

That night, Shen Feibai went home and took a shower, and took the test paper and a copy of "Long ○ One, you are dead!" "Entered Wen Yang's room.

After the two finished discussing the wrong questions on each other's test papers, and corrected and recorded them in the wrong question book, Wen Yang rolled onto the bed and lay flat on his back to make a good posture, looking at Shen Feibai with bright eyes.

Shen Feibai looked at Wen Yang's expectant expression, if it wasn't for the existence of the romance novel in his hand to remind him what Wen Yang was looking forward to, he would have thought that Wen Yang was going to lie down and do whatever he wanted.

Shen Feibai sighed, pulled a stool and sat on the edge of the bed.

"The death you do now will be paid back in the future." Shen Feibai said harshly.

"Let's talk about the future, live in the present, Xiao Baibai." Wenyang's dead pig is not afraid of boiling water, and happily urges his partner, "Quickly read quickly!"

Shen Feibai opened the book, and began to read with a blank expression.

"It's a spring morning..."

Probably because the tone of Shen Fei Baibang's reading was no different from that of Google Girl, and it was not attractive at all. He had just read five pages, and Wen Hamster flattened at a speed visible to the naked eye. When the fifth page was finished, Wen Yang was already lying flat on the bed and snoring. The rhythm of the snoring was the same as that of Wen Feifei who was also sleeping soundly in the corner of the room.

Shen Feibai was so embarrassed by the plot in the book, he breathed a sigh of relief when he realized that Wen Yang was asleep, he closed the book, stood up, turned off the light in the room, and slept in the dark on the other half of the bed that Wen Yang had reserved.

"Good night, Yangyang." Shen Feibai said in a low voice.