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Shen Feibai never thought that Wen Yang would bring a son with him after going out for a trip.

Wen Yang has always wanted to keep a dog, and he is very obsessed with it, Shen Feibai knows this well.

He still remembered that this obsession came from a little stray dog ​​that Wen Yangnian fed when he was in the second grade.

At that time, I was young and didn’t dare to bring the dog home, so I went to the corner of the flower bed at the bottom of the teaching building where the stray dog ​​rested every day and put some ham sausages to feed. , Wen Yang can be happy for a long time.

But the good times didn't last long. The stray dog ​​ate rat poison somewhere and was poisoned to death.

Shen Feibai still remembered that Wen Yang dragged him to bury the dog together, crying so hard that his throat became hoarse, and his eyes were swollen for several days before disappearing.

Since then, every time Wen Yang encounters a stray dog, he has to go to a nearby canteen to buy some ham sausages to feed them.

Probably out of some kind of regretful compensatory psychology, Wen Yang hums and wants to get a dog every now and then, but every time he passes by a pet store, he just looks at it and never actually buys it.

Shen Feibai dragged the person in, took the cardboard box, and didn't say whether he was allowed to keep it, but asked, "Where did it come from?"

"Boss Li's cub, Leo's, has been weaned for half a month." Wen Yang changed his shoes, put on his cotton slippers, and stretched his neck to look at the cardboard box in Shen Feibai's arms. Husky skewers."

Shen Feibai looked down at the milk dog curled up in a cardboard box, "Then Leo's genes are pretty strong."

The pup looks exactly like a husky, very beautiful.

Shen's mother came out of the kitchen with the dishes, and saw her son holding a big cardboard box, she was stunned, "What is this?"

"You son of a bitch." Wen Yang jumped to Shen's mother's side three times a step at a time, looked at the dishes, "It's really delicious."

Mother Shen put down the bowl with a smile, tapped Wen Yang's head lightly, "Wash your hands."

Wen Yang went to the bathroom with a grin.

Shen's mother glanced at Shen Feibai who had put the cardboard box on the edge of the dining table, then probed to look at the milk dog in the cardboard box, and let out a soft snort, "Breed dog?"

Shen Feibai looked at the milk dog that moved twice, "That's right, the owner of the roller skating rink sent Yangyang to him."

Shen's mother watched her son go to the kitchen and brought the rice cooker over, and arranged the dishes and chopsticks.

Wen Yang dried his hands and came out of the bathroom, took the rice spoon from Shen Feibai's hand, and filled three bowls of rice.

Wen Yang looked at the three bowls of white rice, "Uncle isn't coming back for dinner today?"

"Going to a party." Shen's mother replied, watching Wen Yang sit on the stool next to the cardboard box with a bowl, she smiled and gave him a piece of meat with chopsticks, and joked, "I've been shouting for so many years, and now I'm ready to do it." What about raising?"

"Actually, I was going to find a job and have income before I could raise it." Wen Yang took a bite of his meal, and after saying this, he was silent for a while, looking at the pup who woke up from the smell of meat in the cardboard box, "But It's a coincidence..."

Wen Yang's recent sense of crisis is particularly deep.

He vaguely felt that the world with only himself and Shen Feibai now was approaching the end of its extinction, and every minute and every second was a countdown.

Wen Yang wanted to work hard to create more things that belonged exclusively to him and Shen Feibai during the final countdown.

For example, the love letter I thought about before, or raising a dog together.

Wen Yang has always wanted to keep a dog. This is something that both families know, including the matter of the stray dog ​​that was poisoned to death in the early years. The two families are also very clear.

The family's finances are not difficult, and no one is allergic to dog hair. They all support Wen Yang's desire to raise a dog, and they all support Wen Yang's desire to raise a dog. This is to make up for Wen Yang's psychological shadow of the stray dog ​​that was poisoned to death when he was a child.

Holding the bowl, Wen Yang looked at the pup who had come to himself and was sitting in the cardboard box with his head up and barking softly at him, and nudged Shen Feibai who was sitting beside him with his elbow, "Little Baibai, take it for our son." a name."

Mother Shen laughed when she heard that, "Hey, does my grandson look like this?"

Wen Yang smiled hippie, "Isn't it cute!"

Shen's mother smiled and shook her head, picking up vegetables for dinner.

Shen Feibai glanced at Wen Yang, then at the pup who was trying to crawl out with its front paws on the side of the cardboard box, thought for a while, "Why don't we call it Yangyang."

Wen Yang turned to look at him, stretched out his chopsticks and snatched a piece of meat from Shen Feibai's bowl, "Why don't you call him Xiaobaibai!"

After Wen Yang finished speaking, he couldn't help laughing out loud when he thought of the way he would call Xiaobaibai in the future, and the whole person and dog would turn their heads to look at him.

"Let's call him Xiaobaibai!" Wen Yang bit his chopsticks and laughed.

"No." Shen Feibai refused to share a nickname with a dog, even his son with Wen Yang.

"Hey." Wen Yang took a bite of his meal, looked at Shen Feibai for a while, "That's called Feifei."

"..." Shen Feibai put down the chopsticks in his hand, "Why do you always have trouble with my name?"

Wen Yang replied confidently: "After all, our son."

Shen Feibai looked at Wen Yang and felt that he was convinced.

He sighed, picked up his chopsticks again, "Feifei, Feifei, as long as you're happy."

Wen Yang smirked, finished the rice in the bowl with a few mouthfuls, leaned over and picked up the pup, "Feifei!"

The teenager raised the puppy up to eye level, then turned the puppy's head to Shen Feibai, "Feifei, this is mom."

Then turned back to face himself, "This is Dad."

The puppy waved its four paws in the air, whining.

Wen Yang grinned silly, and turned to look at Shen Feibai, "Listen, little Baibai! Our son will be called Dad now!"

Shen Feibai: "..."

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Mother Shen was overjoyed, "Will Feifei eat with us or buy dog ​​food?"

Wen Yang recalled what the owner of the roller skating rink told him, and said: "The boss said that now we should eat some soup with less salt or wet food. If you are older, you can mix it with it. I have already fed it today."

"Tomorrow, Shen Feibai and I will take advantage of the parent meeting to go shopping, don't bother Auntie."

Mother Shen, who was thinking about buying something, clapped her hands, "Then I don't have to worry about it."

"That's right." Wen Yang hugged the pup, "Auntie, put it away after you finish eating. I'll wash the dishes."

In the end, Shen Feibai and Wen Yang cleaned up and washed the dishes together, discussing what to buy tomorrow while washing the dishes.

There is a big pet shop nearby, you can buy most of the pet supplies you want, and you can also go to the owner of the pet shop to learn how to raise them.

"Should I buy a cat climbing frame?" Wen Yang said suddenly.

Shen Feibai turned his head and glanced at Wen Yang, "Your cat?"

"Then what if our son is a cat in dog's skin." Wen Yang ran the train with his mouth full while washing the dishes.

However, Shen Feibai didn't want to cooperate with his performance. After washing the dishes indifferently, he dragged Wen Yang back to the next door with the cardboard box in his arms.

Both houses have three bedrooms and two living rooms, and the houses of more than 130 square meters are considered spacious.

The master bedroom belongs to Wen Yang's parents, and the side sleeper belongs to Wen Yang. In addition, there is a study room that has not been used much. Except for a desk and an empty bookcase to prove that it is indeed a study room, it is basically a study room. Equivalent to a utility room.

Shen Feibai put the cardboard box containing the puppies on the desk, "It's time to make room for our son."

Wen Yang felt that Shen Feibai's words were very reasonable, so he rolled up his sleeves and started tidying up the study.

Because there was still class early the next morning, the two teenagers didn't toss around until late, but just sorted out the sundries roughly.

But after tidying up, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening.

Shen Feibai ran to the balcony to take a look at his own house which had already turned off the lights, and simply took a bath at Wen Yang's house.

Because they often stayed at each other's homes, there was a room in Wen Yang's closet that belonged to Shen Feibai, and there was a room in Shen Feibai's closet that belonged to Wen Yang.

Wen Yang ran into the room with his wet hair, and saw Shen Feibai standing beside the bed in his pajamas, shaking a hair dryer at him.

Wen Yang grinned, and sat down in front of Shen Feibai.

Shen Feibai especially likes to blow Wen Yang's hair - he even enjoys it.

At this time, he didn't need to think about messy things, he could hug the young man into his arms with one stretch of his hand, and kiss the top of the young man's hair as soon as he lowered his head.

Wen Yang, who was sitting in front of him, lowered his head slightly, showing the back of his neck, like a docile cub, exposing his vitals to the person whose trust was completely entrusted to him behind him.

Wen Yang was sleepy.

Shen Feibai felt that the head under his hands was moving little by little, and even his body was shaking a little.

All of this seems to be extremely beautiful. In the small room, there are myself and the person I like, and there is a small howling puppy.

Shen Feibai looked at his hands inserted in Wen Yang's hair, and heaved a sigh of relief.

He turned off the hair dryer, patted Wen Yang on the shoulder, "It's late, go to sleep."

Wen Yang was indeed very sleepy. After spending a day outside, he tidied up the study room at night. The warm wind from the hair dryer was like a lullaby. Hearing what Shen Feibai said, he quickly rolled into the quilt .

Shen Feibai packed up the hair dryer and put it in a drawer, and when he turned his head, he saw Wen Yang was so sleepy that he tried to open his eyes wide to look at him.

Shen Feibai didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "What am I doing? Sleeping."

"You come too." Wen Yang muttered, and moved to the middle of the bed, "Warm me up."

Shen Feibai sighed, turned off the light, dragged his slippers around to the other side of the bed, lifted the quilt and got into the cold bed, and dragged the warm hamster curled up into a ball to keep him warm.

Wen Yang stumbled into Shen Feibai's arms in a daze, and put his cold hand directly into Shen Feibai's pajamas, sticking it to his warm belly.

Shen Feibai hissed from the cold, stretched out his hand to pull Wen Yang's hand out, and clenched it tightly.

The confused Wen Yang seemed a little unhappy and hummed twice.

Shen Feibai looked down at the head in his arms, Wen Yang who had just washed for nothing exuded a pleasant smell of shower gel.

"Yangyang." Shen Feibai said suddenly.

Wen Yang snorted.

"Who do you like the most?" Shen Fei asked.

The warm hamster, who was so sleepy and deformed, replied without thinking: "Xiao Baibai."

Hearing this, Shen Feibai showed a very nice smile in a dark room, he couldn't help but lowered his head and kissed the soft, shaggy hair of the boy in his arms.

"Well, I also like Yangyang the most."