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Wen Yangmu stood in front of the sink in a daze, immersed in philosophical thinking such as "who am I", "where am I", and "where do I come from".

He looked at his mother in bewilderment, only to feel that the surroundings were extremely silent for a moment, and the only thing left in the world was the buzzing sound of his brain.

Mother Wen didn't get an answer from her son for a long time, so she asked again: "Is your date a boy or a girl? Yangyang?"

Wen Yang quickly came back to his senses, only then did he feel that he had forgotten to breathe just now, and after opening his mouth and making a "hiss", he took several deep breaths in a row.

He thought about it in silence, the main question he thought about was: Which idiot sold me?

The first suspect on the list is Yang Qiming.

Although Yang Qiming didn't have much communication with Wen Yang, because of Li Lin, they were not strangers to each other.

Li Lin doesn't have many friends, and after being made a fuss by Yang Wenxing, he disappeared completely. After the college entrance examination, he chose to give up his studies and stay in his own den to do live broadcasts. He has fewer and fewer friends up.

Wen Yang is one of the rare friends who is often mentioned by Li Lin, and is also a friend who calls Li Lin to go out together every now and then.

Especially when Li Lin took Wen Yang to take over Yang Qiming's opportunity.

His presence in Yang Qiming's place is definitely not low.

But Wen Yang just thought about this possibility for two seconds before abandoning the idea.

Yang Qiming is fine, why sell him?They have no grievances or enmity, and they have nothing to do when they are full?

Wen Yang pondered deeply for a while, and finally he couldn't avoid turning his attention back to Mother Wen.

"Why do you ask that?" He said, taking out the bowl that fell into the sink with a normal expression, and rinsing it clean.

Mother Wen looked at his son's movements and said affirmatively, "It must be a boy."

Wen Yang didn't stop moving, was silent for three seconds, took a deep breath, and nodded: "Yes."

"The boy is also very good." Wen's mother said.

Wen Yang looked at his mother in surprise: "You...don't object?"

"Why should I object, as long as you like it." Mother Wen said, and added, "Your father doesn't object either."

Wen Yang snorted: "No objection..."

"..." His movements froze, and his voice suddenly raised, "No objection!?"

Mother Wen looked at her precious son in surprise: "Son, do you misunderstand me and your father?"

Wen Yang nodded, then shook his head again, his mind was muddled, the tip of his nose was sore, he stuttered and spoke incoherently: "No, it's not... I thought... Well, parents are very concerned about this kind of thing. ……Well……"

Halfway through his speech, he paused for a while, tears rushing out of his eyes.

"Hey, baby boy, why are you crying?"

Mother Wen was frightened by his son crying as soon as he said it, she hurriedly washed the foam off Wen Yang's hands, dried his hands, put down the unfinished dishes, and pushed her son out of the kitchen.

Father Wen, who was sitting in the living room watching TV, was also taken aback by Wen Yang who came out sniffing and crying.

He hurriedly put the half-eaten dried fruit in his hand in half: "What's the matter, what's the matter!?"

Mother Wen also looked blank, and she and Father Wen looked at each other in bewilderment.

Wen Yang sat cross-legged opposite his parents, moved his buttocks, and wiped his tears with paper from the low table.

He didn't understand why he was crying.

Maybe it was because I was moved, maybe because the burden in my heart was suddenly taken off, or maybe it was because of grievances-I frightened myself, and I was aggrieved for several years.

Wen's father thought that Wen's mother was too strict when talking about getting involved in other people's feelings with Wen Yang, which scared his son.

But he feels that no matter what, the attitude towards this kind of thing cannot be softened.

Knowing that it is a mistake and continuing to make mistakes is a big taboo.

Dad Wen cleared his throat: "Yangyang, if something is wrong, it is wrong, and crying can't change anything, if you know it's wrong, you have to change it, you know?"

Wen Yang's sobbing paused, he looked up blankly at his father, pushed away Wen Feifei who was leaning over to lick the tears off his face, and looked at Wen's mother again.

If expressions could be expressed with specific characters, there would probably be huge question marks on Wen Yang's face.

While he was sobbing, tears still flowed uncontrollably: "You, don't you object?"

"Ah?" Dad Wen was stunned, then turned to look at his wife beside him, "Why don't you object?"

"My son thought we were against homosexuality," said Wen's mother. "Before I had time to say that, he started crying."

"That matter?" Wen Yang was even more at a loss.

"Cough." Dad Wen coughed softly, "Son, Mom and Dad don't object to your feelings, but you have to know that it's wrong to meddle in other people's feelings."

Wen Yang: "..."

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"That Li Lin, and Xiao Yang... Yang Qiming is a couple, right?" Dad Wen looked into his son's red eyes, but couldn't help but soften his voice, "Dad knows that feelings can't be controlled. Young people are also prone to impulsive mistakes, but no matter what, no matter how much you like Li Lin, you can't meddle in other people's feelings, you know?"

Wen Yang: ...

Wen Yang:? ? ?

Wen Yang:? ? ? ? ?

He hiccupped in fright: "No! My partner is not Li Lin!?"

Mother Wen guessed a little bit before, the old god was sitting there, watching her silly husband and son look at each other, and then paired with Wen Feifei, who put his head on the tea table and stared round, three generations of grandparents and grandchildren. The ignorance complements each other in an interesting way.

Dad Wen turned to look at Mom Wen: "What's going on, my wife?"

"What's going on?" Mother Wen, who was sure that she had guessed wrong before, pretended not to know anything.

Father Wen looked at his wife aggrieved.

Mother Wen turned a blind eye to this, and turned to ask her son, "Then Yangyang, who is your boyfriend?"

Wen Yang squeezed the paper in his hand, belching non-stop after being frightened by Father Wen's words before.

He felt like he couldn't breathe.

Seeing Wen Yang pursing his lips and hesitating, Mother Wen changed the way of asking: "Do your parents know your boyfriend?"

Wen Yang was silent for a while, and finally nodded very slightly: "I know."

Wen Ma heard the words, pondered for a while, and asked uncertainly: "Is it... Shen Feibai?"

Wen Yang's eyes widened, and the astonishment on his face couldn't be hidden.

"It seems so." Mother Wen nodded, then turned to Father Wen and said, "I should have seen it earlier."

Wen Yang was so surprised that his tongue got stuck: "What, what should I have seen earlier?"

"Isn't Fei Bai always taking care of those potted plants on the balcony? Although the potted roses haven't bloomed, Mom still knows her, and he takes care of them very seriously."

Mother Wen said, smiling and bending her eyebrows: "It's very romantic, you two? Who gave it to whom?"

Wen Yang snorted twice: "I gave it to him."

"As expected of my son." Mother Wen was very satisfied, "Then your Uncle Shen and the others know about this?"

Wen Yang lowered his head and shook his head.

He whispered: "Shen Feibai and I don't know Uncle Shen's attitude."

"This is also a problem." Papa Wen said, "You and Shen Feibai, the two children, don't worry about this matter, and don't make any troubles. Take class seriously."

Mother Wen nodded accordingly: "Don't want to carry everything on your shoulders in the future, otherwise what's the use of asking parents?"

"Yeah!" Wen Yang sniffed, wanting to cry and laugh at the same time, finally he turned his head and rubbed hard at the stupid son next to him, stood up and pulled on his slippers, and ran back to the room thumping.

Shen Feibai followed his parents to eat Chao Shou at the roadside stalls in the night market, and when traveling to places, the most authentic ones were the bustling roadside stalls with people coming and going.

The family of three was sweating all over after eating, half of which was hot and half of which was spicy.

The phone in Shen Feibai's pocket buzzed and vibrated, he stuck out his tongue out of the heat, and took a sip of ice water.

"Whose phone is it?" Father Shen asked.

"Yangyang." Shen Feibai answered, connected the phone, got up and walked to the side.

Shen's father laughed twice, turned to Shen's mother and said, "Does it seem that every time I go out to play, you call to check the guard?"

Shen's mother was taken aback, and looked at her son's back for a while: "...it really looks like it."

Shen's parents looked at each other for a few seconds, Shen's father took the lead in taking a deep breath, and waved his hands: "What are you thinking, eat quickly, I want to try the spicy rabbit head later."

Wen Yang heard that the phone was connected, and before Shen Feibai spoke out, he hummed twice in a crying voice: "Little Baibai."

Shen Feibai noticed something unusual when he heard it: "The voice is wrong, Yangyang? What's wrong?"

"Comrade-in-arms!" Wen Yang sniffed, "I have failed the organization's trust!"

Shen Feibai: "...Huh?"

"Little Baibai, I've been exposed." Wen Yang's little milky voice made people's hearts itch.

Shen Feibai heard the cry, and was shocked: "Your parents know?"

Wen Yang arched his pillow, and replied: "Yes."

"Then don't wait." Shen Feibai heard Wen Yang's sobbing sound anxiously, he let out a long breath, and then said very simply, "Let's talk about it here, just wait."

"Ah?" Wen Yang was taken aback, "Wait! Hello?!! Shen Feibai!!"

But it was too late, Shen Feibai hung up the phone directly after finishing speaking, and sat down in front of his parents with a serious face.

The Shen family's parents stared blankly at their son who changed his face after answering the phone call.

"Dad, Mom, there is something that I still think I should tell you as soon as possible." Shen Feibai wiped the sweat from his forehead.

The phone placed on the table buzzed and vibrated, and on the caller ID were two large characters: Wen Yang.

But Shen Feibai didn't answer.

With his toes, he knew that Wen Yang wanted him to keep his mouth shut.

But Wen Yang cried.

Shen Feibai thought, he hadn't seen Wen Yang cry seriously for several years.

His little boyfriend must be very sad right now, must be feeling extremely hard.

Wen Yang has always been insecure, and Shen Feibai feels that he must take responsibility.

"It's like this, Mom and Dad." Shen Feibai took a deep breath, "I'm with Wen Yang."

The author has something to say: Shen Feibai: I figured it out, it's time to come out.

Shen's parents:? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

Wen Yang: Listen to my explanation! ! ! ! ! ! !