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Wen Yang had no memory of what he said to Shen Feibai after the lights were turned off last night.

As soon as he woke up in the morning, he saw Shen Feibai walking in from outside the room with their son in his arms. Shen Feibai seemed to have packed up.

Wen Yang glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside, it was still early, so he lay on the warm bed, exposed the part above his nose and looked at Shen Feibai, his eyes were shining, and asked in a muffled voice: "You go for a walk, Feifei?" ?”

"How can you take a walk when you're so small?" Shen Feibai bent down and put the tail-wagging puppy back into the cardboard box, "Take our son to play Smelly."

Hearing this, Wen Yang was pleased by Shen Feibai's natural address to the puppy, and smiled with his eyes bent.

Shen Feibai straightened up, looked at Wen Yang with messy hair and raised his eyebrows: "What are you laughing at?"

"Xiao Baibai will definitely be a good mother in the future." Wen Yang grinned.

Shen Fei rolled his eyes to the sky, and threw off Wen Yang's quilt, "Stop moaning, get up!"

Wen Yang curled up into a ball the moment the quilt was lifted, and was about to protest, when the sweater was thrown all over his face in the next second.

Wen Yang, who had to compromise, poked his head out of the sweater, thinking that sometimes Shen Feibai was really just like his mother.

No, to be more precise, Shen Feibai is much more in charge than Wen Yang's mother.

"Go and make two cups of milk powder." Shen Fei Baizhi made Wen Yang lazily in the bathroom with a toothbrush in his mouth.

Wen Yang answered vaguely, and saw through the mirror that Shen Feibai unpacked the bag of dog food, soaked it in warm water, packed it in a plastic food box, and put it in a cardboard box.

The bag of dog food was kindly given to Wen Yang by the owner of the roller skating rink. Wen Yang didn't have time to tell Shen Feibai last night, but Shen Feibai still found out.

After brushing his teeth, Wen Yang washed his face, soaked two cups of milk, took out a bag of toast from the refrigerator, smeared it with mango sauce, put it on a plate, and put it in the microwave for a while. Finally, I touched two eggs and put them in the egg cooker.

Shen Feibai waited for their son to walk out of the room, and Wen Yang just prepared this simple and crude breakfast.

"Want an apple?" Wen Yang asked.

Shen Feibai washed his hands in the bathroom, and replied, "No."

Wen Yang put back the two apples in his hand, looked at the stock in the refrigerator and poked his head out to look at the bathroom, "The little tomato?"

Shen Feibai, who loves little tomatoes so much, turned off the tap, "Yes."

Wen Yang washed the fruit, took the apple in his mouth, and put a bowl of a dozen small tomatoes in front of Shen Feibai who had already started eating toast.

"Auntie's share is gone?" Wen Yang asked vaguely while biting an apple.

Shen Feibai nodded, "My mother said she wants to eat downstairs rice noodles today."

Wen Yang responded, bit the apple and got up to find out the bank card left by his father and put it in his pocket, thinking about what to buy for his son today.

Wen Yang has no special concept of spending money, and basically has an attitude of buying what he likes.

It's a pity that Wen Yang's favorite things are basically gone, except for all kinds of mango food.

Oh, among mango foods, he doesn't particularly like dried mangoes.

Shen Feibai would keep Wen Yang's account, so he knew exactly how much Wen Yang's parents gave him for living expenses and pocket money every week.

These years slowly add up to a huge sum of money for a student.

After the first class in the morning, Wen Yang turned around with the draft book and pen, lay down on Shen Feibai's desk and began to discuss with him what to buy when the parents' meeting was on vacation in the afternoon.

Wen Yang's deskmate was lying on the table, looking at the two heads next to him, he heard words such as "our son", "diapers", "toys" and "snacks" one after another .

The eyes he looked at Wen Yang and Shen Feibai gradually filled with panic.

When Wen Yang turned his head back, what he met was the subtle expression of his deskmate who couldn't explain it in words.

Wen Yang looked down at himself, the clothes were zipped up properly, and the pants were not reversed.

He looked at his deskmate suspiciously, "Why?"

"You and Shen Feibai have such a relationship!" The tablemate half-joked, "I have a son!"

"That's right." Wen Yang shook the draft in his hand with a look of embarrassment, "My son and Xiao Baibai's are so cute, you can't envy him, right? Damn it."

The deskmate glanced at the notebook that had been written with a bunch of words and crossed out several times. The first line was xxx milk-flavored puppy food.

Deskmate:"……"

Dare to love you two or the real dog man.

Shen Feibai was noncommittal about Wenyang Da Lala's showing off with his deskmate.

I was even a little happy when my deskmate pointed at them and said they were dogs.

On the other hand, Wen Yang looked like he was raising his tail to the sky, he recognized the name Gou Nan Nan generously, and even shook his legs like an old man, saying that it's useless to be envious at the same table.

This look of being a fool is justified and confident, which makes the tablemate lose his temper at all.

After a few minutes of fuss, he leaned over to Wen Yang and asked, "What breed is your son?"

Wen Yang grinned and revealed eight bright white teeth, "Little Baibai, the pet name is Xiao Feifei, and the big name is Wen Feifei!"

Shen Feibai raised his eyelids, stretched out his hand to put Wen Yang's tablemate next to Wen Yang, pushed aside the head that seemed too intimate, and replied: "The black back and husky skewers look just like huskies."

The old deskmate looked at them with envy, except for Shen Feibai himself, the other two were accustomed to Shen Feibai's behavior of pushing his head away just now.

Shen Feibai propped up his face and looked at Wen Yang, who was bragging about his son at the same table, thinking in his heart that he was acting really obviously, but everyone took Shen Feibai's monopoly and protection of Wen Yang for granted.

As long as Fan Wen Yang is a girl, it is estimated that gossip and scandals about the two of them have already been flying all over the sky.

However, Wen Yang is a lovely boy.

And he was a boy who knew nothing about same-sex love.

Because both of them are boys, this somewhat excessive desire for exclusiveness and protection has become a matter of course for friends.

Shen Feibai listened to the class bell, lowered his eyes, put away the math textbook in his hand, and turned out the English textbook.

He is still reluctant to bring Wen Yang closer to the quagmire of homosexuality, it is most suitable for Wen Yang to live carefree under the brightest sunshine.

If he had to separate from Wen Yang in the end, then he would take Wen Feifei into his own home and raise him as a thought.

Little did they know that Wen Yang took Wen Feifei home with his phantom tail, with the intention of finally having to separate from Shen Feibai, leaving Wen Feifei to think about it.

No matter how you say it is a life with a common memory, no matter how you say it makes them feel sweetly happy because of the unwarranted so-called "husband and wife". The emptiness and sadness became calmer.

Parent-teacher conference is scheduled for 02:30pm.

Shen's father is no stranger to the school, and he didn't let Shen Feibai and Wen Yang wait for him at the school, but simply let Shen Feibai and Wen Yang go to play by themselves, and he finished his lunch slowly before going to the school to attend the parent meeting .

As for Shen Feibai and Wen Yang, they ran to the largest pet store nearby with their bank cards and the shopping list they had negotiated during the morning between classes.

Wen Yang looked extremely happy, carrying a pile of trophies, jumping up and down, humming a song.

The things they bought included a large kennel that needed to be assembled by themselves, and Wen Yang planned to put it in the living room.

Shen Feibai and Wen Yang got together to study how to assemble the kennel, and Naiha, who was released from the cardboard box next to him, was jumping around energetically, biting his newly bought toy and grinding his teeth.

When the kennel was finally installed, Naiha had already fallen asleep on the soft cushion specially prepared for it, and the hour hand had already turned to five.

"Come downstairs and have something to eat?" Wen Yang said, "I have to study late at night."

Shen Feibai nodded, and stuffed Nai Halian and the cushion into the small house-shaped nest, and then carried the nest into Wen Yang's room, lest the milk dog run around in the living room and cause them to find it when they came back .

Wen Yang cleaned up the messy things on the floor, looked at the big red circles drawn by Shen Feibai on the assembly drawing, walked to the trash can and stopped in his tracks.

He thought for a while, threw away all the scraps, and then stretched his head to look at his room like a thief, making sure that Shen Feibai hadn't come out yet, carefully folded the blueprint, and put it away.

Then, from the drawer of the TV cabinet, I found an iron box with many traces of rust on the surface.

Wen Yang opened the big iron box, looked at the bits and pieces inside, raised the corners of his pursed lips slightly, and then pressed the carefully folded drawings in his hand to the bottom of the iron box.

The fragmented and small things that were picked up again collided with each other, making a crisp sound.

These are all small things that Shen Feibai gave to Wen Yang intentionally or unintentionally over the years, including the small hourglass that he learned in the handicraft class in elementary school, the small pen holder made of bamboo strips, and two or three small paper stars. Wishing bottle and so on.

Wen Yang carefully put away these small gadgets, each one is a very beautiful and sweet memory for him.

He put the iron box back on, closed the drawer, cleaned up all the mess in the living room before Shen Feibai came out of the house, and followed Shen Feibai downstairs.

"Little Baibai." Wen Yang looked at Shen Feibai with a smile while bouncing downstairs, "If I make progress in the first monthly exam, will you give me a reward?"

Shen Feibai looked back at him and thought for a while, "What reward do you want?"

Wen Yang smiled hippie, "I want Xiaobaibai to kiss you."

Shen Fei raised his eyebrows.

He has no problem.

"Kidding."

Wen Yang looked at Shen Fei's raised brows, and the smile on his face was so bright that there was nothing unusual about it.

"If I improve, let me play with the handheld for a while every week. Nintendo has released a new series."

It would be even better if I could play with a handheld and have kisses.

That would be an ideal ending, Wen Yang thought.

The author has something to say: Shen Feibai: Please don't, I really want to kiss you.