sweet

Shen Feibai kicked open the cabinet door.

The Shen family's parents who were standing outside the cabinet were stunned.

Shen's mother put down the chopsticks in her hand, and asked tremblingly: "Together...Is it the one I understand to be together?"

Shen Feibai nodded.

Shen's mother thought of the topic that Shen's father mentioned just now, and kicked Shen's father's calf beside her.

She scolded: "Crow's mouth!"

Father Shen shrank his neck.

Shen Feibai:?

Shen Feibai glanced at his father suspiciously, and reiterated: "Dad, Mom, I'm serious."

"I know you're serious." Father Shen continued, clenching the chopsticks in his hand, "Let's finish eating Chao Shou first! Don't waste the money, I'm going to eat spicy rabbit head later!"

Shen's mother glanced at Shen's father, and picked up the chopsticks again: "Yes, eat first."

Shen Feibai looked at his parents who buried their heads in eating, a little dazed and at a loss.

Isn't this different from what we said?

According to the normal routine, shouldn't the next step be fierce opposition or earnest persuasion?

Shen Fei frowned, the gully between his brows was so deep that a fly could be squeezed to death.

He didn't take the chopsticks, but said again: "Dad..."

Father Shen directly interrupted his son's words, pointing to Shen Feibai's mobile phone on the table: "The phone keeps vibrating, answer it."

Shen Fei paused, glanced at the buzzing phone, thought about it, and took the phone to the side.

As soon as Shen Feibai walked away, Shen's father and Shen's mother put down their chopsticks in unison.

Shen's father spoke incoherently: "This, this, this..."

"What is this!" Shen's mother slapped the table, and pinched the soft flesh on her husband's waist with her other hand, "It's not all your crow's mouth! Check the post, check the post, check what post!"

Father Shen yelled in pain: "How can you blame me! It's the same as if I didn't have a crow's mouth and Yang Yang!"

Shen Ma thought so too, she let go of her hands and frowning.

She sighed: "I still want to hug my grandson."

"I think so too." Father Shen nodded.

Shen Ma sighed again: "What kind of thing is this?"

Father Shen also sighed: "Oh..."

After he sighed, he paused again, and said, "Actually, we can hold Xiao Wen's little son."

Shen Ma rolled her huge eyes at her husband.

The two young people sitting next to the stall poked their heads over and looked at Shen's father and Shen's mother.

The distance between the roadside stall table and the table was very small, and the two of them listened to what Shen Feibai said just now.

"Uncle and aunt, did that handsome guy come out to you just now?" asked the young man with a skewer in his mouth.

"Come out?" Shen's mother was taken aback, then turned to look at the two boys beside her, and asked, "What is coming out?"

"Ah?" The young man glanced at the boy next to him, then put his arms around him, wiped his mouth and smacked his face, generously, "That's it."

Shen's father and Shen's mother's eyes widened, obviously stunned by this boldness.

They looked around, and everyone around them seemed to be surprised, and some people booed and whistled.

Father Shen and Mother Shen: "..."

Are today's young people so open?

Father Shen coughed and looked away.

Shen's mother looked at the two young men beside her, and said hesitantly, "You two are like this, aren't you?"

"What's wrong?" the two young men asked, "I like him and he likes me, so we're together. If you like me, I'd like to talk about feelings. How normal is it?"

Shen's mother felt that what she said was reasonable, but no matter how she looked at it, she felt that something was wrong.

She hesitated: "Two boys..."

She paused in the middle of her words, turned her head and glanced at her son who was on the phone not far away, with a very peaceful and gentle expression on his face, and closed her voice with her lips pursed.

Shen's mother wondered if she could not keep up with the times.

Why do the passers-by around here feel that the two boys are together is not unusual at all.

This is when they are young, they are going to be locked up in a mental hospital.

Shen's mother was still struggling, but Shen's father had simply pulled the stool, ran to the next table, and began to ask the two boys about homosexuality in detail.

Shen's mother looked up at Shen's father and the two boys talking happily, hesitated for a while, then moved over with a bowl and a stool, and sat on the side to listen quietly.

Shen Feibai connected the phone, and Wen Yang shouted anxiously over there.

"Shen Feibai, you haven't said it yet, have you!?"

"said."

Wen Yang: "..."

Wen Yang groaned in pain, and raised his hands to cover his eyes.

"Then Uncle Shen and the others..."

Shen Feibai turned his head and glanced at his parents who were eating Chaoshou with their heads down: "They are eating Chaoshou."

Wen Yang:? ? ? ?

Shen Feibai withdrew his gaze, and thought about his parents' reaction: "They don't look...like they would strongly object."

Otherwise, there is no mood to copy hands.

Shen Feibai let out a long breath, and asked Wen Yang: "Your parents..."

"I wanted to tell you that my parents didn't care about my coming out." Wen Yang said, a little annoyed.

Shen Feibai was taken aback: "Then why are you crying?"

"I'm happy!" Wen Yang raised his voice, "Who knew you hung up so quickly!"

Shen Feibai said: "One vigorous effort, then it will decline, and three times it will be exhausted."

Wen Yang opened his mouth, feeling unable to refute.

He rolled around on the bed and sighed, "I feel unreal."

Shen Fei was so hot that he wiped the sweat off his head, and replied casually: "Huh?"

"This is completely different from the plot in the script where the mandarin ducks are beaten, cried, made trouble, and hanged themselves!"

Wen Yang felt like he couldn't use all his strength, but his heart was beating violently, sour and full of joy, and his body and mind were full of swelling happiness.

Shen Feibai was silent for a while, and asked: "Do you want to experience that kind of plot?"

Wen Yang shook his head: "I don't want to."

Shen Fei smiled in vain, with curved eyebrows: "That's it, when I come back, the two families sit together and have a good chat."

"Why do you make it look like you're getting married?" Wen Yang muttered.

Shen Fei raised his eyebrows: "You don't want to marry me?"

Wen Yang scrambled to his feet, and replied crisply: "I want to!"

Shen Fei felt so full of words at such a young age.

But the smile on his face couldn't be suppressed.

"Little Baibai, I'm going to inform my parents first! You are eating, drinking, and having fun in Sichuan!" Wen Yang put on his slippers and stood up, "Yeah! Let's hang up first!"

Before Shen Feibai could answer, Wen Yang had already thrown away the phone, and ran to the living room with his slippers on.

Shen Feibai could still hear Wen Yang shouting "report to the organization".

The joy in the tone is still clearly audible through the phone.

Shen Feibai hung up the phone, stuffed the phone into his trouser pocket, raised his hand and rubbed his face vigorously, and when he turned around, he saw his parents moved a table, surrounded by many people.

Shen Feibai walked over with a question mark on his face, stood by the side and listened for a while, his eyes swept around, and he saw a few boys hugging each other to describe their intimacy.

He also finally understood that the topic of this group of people was to educate his parents about homosexuality.

——On the other hand, his parents were also asking questions, and their expressions seemed much more relaxed.

Shen Feibai looked at the bustling stall, took a deep breath, and was a little thankful that he came out of the closet immediately before.

The general environment is really important, Shen Fei thought for nothing.

There are many gays in Sichuan and Chongqing, and there are many laces in Jiangsu and Zhejiang. Li Lincheng is not deceived.