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The day before Shen Feibai's birthday, Wen Yang got up early in the morning as usual, and ran to Li Lin's apartment.

He still has the final painting stage left. After painting one side, he laid it flat on the small balcony of Li Lin's house to dry, and then painted the next one.

After painting, it is almost assembled and glued.

Wen Yang worked hard in the house, while Li Lin ran out to buy packaging. At lunch time, he came back happily with carefully selected gift boxes and ribbons.

Packaging is also done by yourself.

There must be greeting cards, messages and blessings to write, and ribbons toss by yourself.

"Except for the handicraft class in elementary school, I have never made anything so serious." Wen Yang pressed the ribbon and put the alcohol glue in his hand aside.

"Your elementary school still has handicraft classes?" Li Lin looked surprised, "Why doesn't our elementary school have any?"

Wen Yang let go of the hand holding the ribbon, and after confirming that it was glued, he folded a small wavy edge and continued to paste the glue.

Regarding Li Lin's question, he thought carefully for a while, and then replied, "Maybe it's because I'm more handsome."

Li Lin: "..."

Where did the actor come from to add drama to himself.

"Order takeaway?" Li Lin asked.

Wen Yang nodded and ordered: "I still want to be jealous of shredded potatoes!"

Li Lin ordered another order from yesterday's menu, turned his head to look at the ribbon after pasting it, ran to the small balcony to turn over the dried wooden blocks, and said loudly: "Pipi Yang, you guys will have a meal tomorrow!" How are you doing?"

"I won't invite you, Pipi Li!" Wen Yang's voice came back to the room from the balcony, "Tomorrow Monday, Shen Feibai's parents are expected to go to work, so I will probably spend his birthday with him alone."

Li Lin picked up the ribbon on the table, squeezed it, and muttered: "You still think I'm a light bulb."

Wen Yangjin ran back into the house with his slippers on, took out a few colorful rhinestones from the small plastic bag on the table, and glued them on when he was about to paint.

Li Lin listened to the rustling sound of the plastic bag, and lay down on the table looking at him.

Wen Yang glanced at him, seemed to understand something, and explained: "I've been running to you every day for more than ten days, you don't know the way my little Baibai looked at me when I went out today, as if staring at a philandering Yiba is a heartless scumbag."

"I think he must know why you go out every day." Li Lin sought truth from facts, "There was no festival before and there was no celebration after that. Counting and counting, isn't it his birthday, maybe he just stayed at home and had some fun."

"Wow, Mr. Li, you really have sharp eyes." Wen Yang praised Li Lin beside him, and he also felt that Shen Feibai must know why he was running out every day recently.

After all, the person who knows Yang is Feibai.

"Let's play together later." Wen Yang picked up the few rhinestones, "I'm going to start school in a week, so I just happen to stay at home for my birthday tomorrow and do my homework."

Li Lin waved his hands like chasing a duck: "Okay, okay, I'm going to start a live broadcast in the afternoon, you can do it slowly."

Wen Yang chuckled twice, and went back to the small balcony with the small rhinestone.

When the night light was assembled and glued together, the sun had already set in the west.

Wen Yang carefully put the small gift that he had worked so hard for half a month into the packing box, wrote a greeting card on it, tied up a colorful ribbon, hugged the box and bid farewell to Li Lin, and returned like a thief. my home.

Shen Feibai didn't stay at Wen Yang's house, he just sat on his sofa on the good weekend, watched football with Father Shen who was on vacation, chatted, and then squatted in the kitchen with Mother Shen to prepare dinner.

Wen Yang hid his carefully prepared present like a squirrel hiding food, and ran to the next door to eat.

During the banquet, the smile on the young man's face was extremely bright, his mouth seemed to be smeared with honey, coaxing Shen's mother to blush, and she kept picking up vegetables for him.

"Yangyang is in a good mood today." Mother Shen asked with a smile.

Wen Yang raised his chin and grunted twice, his appearance was exactly the same as Wen Feifei who was squatting beside the table wagging his tail.

Father Shen especially likes Wen Yang, a well-behaved and good-natured baby from the next door.

Seeing Wen Yang's smug look, he couldn't help asking: "What happened to make you so happy?"

"I suspect something is wrong with Yangyang. He went out for more than ten days in a row." Shen Feibai interrupted before Wen Yang spoke, turned his head and smiled at Wen Yang who was sitting next to him, and added, "Don't take me, So suspicious."

Mother Shen was taken aback for a moment, then reacted quickly, and hissed: "Oh, are you looking for a little girlfriend?"

"No!" Wen Yang quickly swallowed the food in his mouth, and pointed at Wen Feifei who was looking up at them with a serious face, "Auntie, my love for Wen Feifei's mother is very pure and sincere!"

Wen Feifei, who was squatting on the edge of the table and staring eagerly at the table of humans, let out a bark for some unknown reason in the face of the sudden gaze.

Shen's mother was taken aback: "Who is Wen Feifei's mother?"

Wen Yang said crisply, "Shen Feibai!"

Shen Feibai sighed heavily.

Shen's parents burst out laughing, and Shen's mother cheerfully picked up another large chopstick dish for Wen Yang.

No one took this seriously, they just thought it was Wen Yang and Shen Feibai's fooling around.

After the meal, Wen Yang and Shen Feibai hurriedly cleared the table and washed the dishes, while Shen's parents were watching TV in the living room, chatting casually about topics that the two teenagers don't quite understand now.

Wen Yang elbowed Shen Feibai next to him: "Tomorrow is our birthday?"

Shen Feibai turned his head and glanced at Wen Yang, with a half-smile: "I thought you had already forgotten about it."

Wen Yang said with a grin on his face, "How could it be!"

"Tomorrow my parents are going to work, and we will spend the day together. It just so happens that it's time to do homework." Shen Feibai calculated the day, "I ordered a small six-inch cake, and we will eat it together when they come back tonight."

Wen Yang nodded, dried his hands and took out his mobile phone, thinking about his small coffers.

Shen Fei leaned his head over: "What are you looking at?"

"It's nothing." Wen Yang slammed the phone back into his pocket, stretched out his hand and pushed Shen Feibai away, "It's time to start studying, so I'll go to bed early tonight and get up early tomorrow!"

Shen Feibai was pushed out of the kitchen, looked up at the wall clock in the living room, and raised his eyebrows: "Then it's too early now, it's only 07:30."

Wen Yang looked up at the time and scratched his head in embarrassment: "I'll go back and take a shower to clean up my homework."

Shen Feibai responded, watched Wen Yang leave his house, sat on the sofa, and rubbed his nose.

"Yangyang went back?" Shen's mother turned to look at her son.

Shen Feibai responded, then turned and went back to the room: "It's time for military training, it's time to start doing homework, I'll go and tidy up."

The Shen family's parents were very relieved about their son's studies, they didn't say anything at the moment, they just nodded.

Shen Feibai walked to the door of the room, turned back as if thinking of something, and rubbed his nose: "By the way, Mom and Dad, have you smelled that smell from Yang Yang's body?"

"Smell?" The Shen family husband and wife looked at each other.

Shen Feibai recalled it carefully, and described it: "It's just... the smell of house decoration."

"Oh, it does seem to smell a little bit." Father Shen looked at his son, "What's wrong?"

Shen Feibai shook his head: "It's nothing, just asking."

In fact, Wen Yang came back with that smell yesterday, he didn't say anything, and Shen Feibai didn't ask.

He can more or less guess what Wen Yang has been doing sneakily lately without telling him, 80.00% of them are planning his birthday.

But Wen Yang went to prepare something in order to come back with the smell of house decoration, but it made Shen Feibai feel a little entangled.

In fact, the smell brought back from Wen Yang's body was the smell of the anti-oxidation paint on those wooden blocks. After two days of immersion, it was still detected by Shen Feibai's sensitive nose.

Wen Yang took a shower, put the towel on his shoulders, and turned out the test papers and homework sheets that were handed out during the holiday.

Although the second year of high school has to be divided into classes, after all, Wen Yang was in the only second-year key class before. Although the second year of high school was dropped to the top science class, the teachers are still the same teachers, and there are very few changes, so the summer homework that should be written still has to be written. , The test papers that should be handed in still have to be handed in, but the test papers of politics, history and geography can be put aside and no longer need to be taken care of.

There is also the social practice report. It is not a big problem if you don’t write it, but if you write it well, you will win an award, and it will make the file look better.

But both Shen Feibai and Wen Yang have given up this opportunity.

They really have nothing to write about this summer vacation, is it possible to write about the experience of a two-way secret love turning into a successful relationship?

Thinking of this, Wen Yang became a little cautious.

But in the end his sanity came online, and he regrettably put this idea together with the social practice report on the small stack of liberal arts papers that he no longer needed to manage.

According to the homework sheet, Wen Yang dug out the test papers that had been stuffed into that corner, and it took more than half an hour to check the time.

He poked his head out of the room carefully, looked at the dark living room, and after making sure that Shen Feibai hadn't run over, he took out the set of romance novels from the back of the bookcase, took out his phone, and ordered a bunch of them. Rose, pick it up at the store tomorrow morning.

Send flowers to Xiaobaibai!

Both parents are not at home, isn't it a good time to be a demon!

Wen Yang happily put down his phone, threw himself on the bed and rolled around.

When Shen Feibai took a shower, tidied up his things and ran over to hug his family Wen Xiaoyang for sleep, what he saw was Wen Yang rolling all over the bed with pillows in his arms.

It looked exactly the same as Wen Feifei who was rolling all over the floor with a pillow in Shen's living room just now.

It's just that Wen Feifei can fly dog ​​hairs while rolling, while Wen Yang rolls cleanly, and when he gets tired, he hugs the air conditioner and gets entangled in balls.

Shen Feibai patted Wen Yang who was entangled with the air conditioner: "What are you doing?"

"In the play "Wen Yang and Mr. Bed's 15 Years of Entanglement"." Wen Yang raised his head from under the quilt, moved to the side, and made room for Shen Feibai, "Oh no, it's 16 years now gone."

Shen Feibai sat on the bed very consciously, glanced at the handheld and tablet on the bedside table, and finally picked them up.

The handheld was stuffed into Wen Yang's arms, and Wen Yang was stuffed into his arms.

Shen Feibai hugged the dazed Wen Yang, Wen Yang hugged the new handheld that Shen Feibai bought for him, and in front of him was the tablet that Shen Feibai was holding.

"What do you want to see?" Shen Fei asked in vain.

Wen Yang thought for a while, turned on the handheld, and said, "All ○ masters."

Shen Feibai leaned against the head of the bed, put his chin on Wen Yang's head, and clicked on the video to play.

Wen Yang lowered his head and clicked on the handle, raising his eyes from time to time to look at the video played on the tablet.

The work and rest of the two are very regular, and they are basically sleepy at one o'clock.

Wen Yang, who is best at entanglement with the bed, is especially hard to resist sleepiness, Wen Yang can't help shrinking in Shen Feibai's arms.

He put down the phone and yawned, rubbing his eyes: "What time is it until twelve o'clock?"

Shen Feibai clicked on the tablet, and glanced at the time: "Two hours, are you sleepy?"

"Sleepy."

Wen Yang slid out of Shen Feibai's arms and rolled aside, rubbed against the pillow, and looked up at Shen Feibai who had put the tablet aside.

"I have a big surprise for you tomorrow," he said.

Shen Fei paused, turned his head to look at Wen Yang, and raised his eyebrows.

He nodded and lay down: "Well, I'll wait."

"Say happy birthday in advance."

Wen Yang watched as Shen Feibai dismantled another air conditioner and was lying down, took the remote control at the side and turned the temperature up to sleep mode, and rubbed against Shen Feibai.

"Happy birthday Xiaobai, I must be the first to say it this year."

Wen Yang is still brooding over the fact that he was not the first to send a text message last year because he forgot his mobile phone arrears.

Shen Feibai hugged Wen Yang, and when he heard him say that, he also thought of Wen Yang's irritable appearance when he rushed into his room in the middle of the night with his mobile phone last year.

He couldn't help laughing out loud, the vibration in his chest was clearly conveyed to Wen Yang's close cheek.

Wen Yang stretched out his hand angrily, pinching Shen Feibai's face.

Shen Feibai let Wen Yang rub his face, and as a counterattack, he rubbed Wen Yang's soft, shaggy hair into a chicken coop.

Shen Feibai's face was soft, like dough when kneaded.

After rubbing it well, Wen Yang withdrew his hand, put his arms around Shen Feibai's waist: "It's time to sleep."

Shen Feibai lowered his head and kissed the boy in his arms: "Good night, Yangyang."

Wen Yang narrowed his eyes, with a gentle smile on his face.

"Good night, Xiao Baibai."

The author has something to say: Pipi Li: Sprinkle the dog food wildly and throw away the ruthless Pipiyang when he runs out.

Wen Yang: ………………[二哈]@杨启明