Rebirth Unlimited Dog Food

When the bell rang, Cheng Cheng packed his schoolbag and left the classroom at the speed of light.

Feng Shuai talked to him in the infirmary today, and he didn't want to argue with him today, so he had to avoid Feng Shuai.

Cheng Cheng sneaked out from the back door of the small school cafeteria. The aunt in the cafeteria knew him well, and would give him more of his favorite tomato and chicken. When he saw him holding his schoolbag, he immediately pointed his eyes at him. , but did not really catch him, the back door is close to the station, Cheng Cheng had long sweetly begged the cafeteria aunt, although the aunt did not agree, but he slipped out from here, the aunt just turned a blind eye.

Out of the back door, there is a small piece of woods across a railing courtyard wall, and the station is just outside the turn. Cheng Cheng doesn't like to ride a bicycle home. First, the bicycle his mother plans to buy for him is really eye-catching. Strolling home, the second is that their school’s car storage area is a mess every day after school, and the classes that leave for a while later have to scramble in the “sea of ​​dead bodies” of bicycles. Sometimes after searching for a long time, they find that the car looks like a survival There was a strong consciousness standing on the wall, and Cheng Cheng felt that if he had the time to find a car there, he might as well walk home.

Going out through a bent railing, Cheng Cheng picked up his schoolbag and walked towards the station with a plain face.

It's not that he coaxed Feng Shuai, it's just that he felt a little unspeakable awkwardness in his heart these two days.

It wasn't a day or two since Feng Shuai blocked him, and he would play Feng Shuai ruthlessly when he got the chance. He couldn't figure out who was to blame for this kind of retribution, and all he wanted was not to let him Feng Shuai was very happy. He was chased by Feng Shuai two days ago, and he was forced to do five hundred squats, so he didn't get painted as a bastard, but Feng Shuai's disdain for him made him really impatient. A kick from behind sneaked up on Feng Shuai. The kick was not light. Feng Shuai looked back at him to let him know that something was wrong, but before he could run away, Feng Shuai was stopped.

Feng Shuai's father, carrying big bags and small bags, stood at the entrance of the gate of the factory area, waving to this side.

Cheng Cheng had never seen the expression on Feng Shuai's face, but he knew that Feng Shuai was happy at the moment, and those big hairy eyes suddenly lost the sparkle just now, and there was surprise in the accident.

"Son!" Father Feng's loud voice also attracted several neighbors who just got off work from the opposite factory, and some of them came forward to chat for a few words, and Father Feng chatted happily.

Cheng Cheng looked at the schoolbag thrown to Feng Shuai's feet, and sneaked over to pick it up, but he couldn't pick it up, the schoolbag strap was being stepped on by Feng Shuai, "I made a note of this today."

Feng Shuai's tone was like his expression, without too much embellishment, let alone any exaggeration, but it could simply make people feel cold.

"Remember, relieve boredom." Cheng Cheng smiled without fear, and his men secretly pulled out the schoolbag.

"You're Cheng Cheng! I haven't seen you for two years. You're in...the third grade. Are your parents healthy? Go to our house and ask your aunt to cook something delicious today." , son, let’s go, hey, don’t worry about me.”

Feng Shuai silently took the big and small bags from Father Feng's hand. Seeing that the heavy bag was easy to carry in Feng Shuai's hands, Cheng Cheng swallowed. On his body... Cheng Cheng couldn't imagine it anymore. If Feng Shuai really wanted to fly up like he did just now, he would probably snap like a brittle celery.

"Cheng Cheng, let's go. You've grown up too. That's right. Eat more later so you can look like Shuai Feng." Father Feng put his arms around Cheng Cheng and walked home.

"Big dad, I, I still have homework, so I won't go, and my parents won't let me go home late." Cheng Cheng refused in the most honest way.

"It's okay. I'll call your dad when I get back. I just came back today. I'm happy to see you. If time permits, I'll invite your parents to have a good get-together." Dad Cheng said the more he talked, the happier he was. Following Cheng Cheng, he took two quick steps and caught up with Feng Shuai who was in front of him.

Zhao Hui was a little surprised when she saw the three of them enter the door together, "Hey, why are you rushing together? I thought you had to be home by [-]:[-] o'clock. Cheng Cheng, sit down quickly, or you can go in with Feng Shuai to play, and have dinner later. I'll call you when you're ready."

"I didn't get together with them. I'll go back first. My son is doing well. He is good at strength. You can't slack off practicing kung fu every day. Have you practiced every day?" Father Feng took off his short-sleeved shirt, went into the toilet and washed his face.

"Practice." Feng Shuai put away the big and small bags, and ignored Cheng Cheng who was standing there.

Cheng Cheng is holding his breath, let him eat under the same roof as Feng Dagazi, and even play in his room, kill him!But Zhao Hui and Father Feng chatted sentence by sentence, talking about the boat trip, and didn't give him a chance to speak at all.

"Really, how did you practice?" Father Feng took the time to ask Feng Shuai again.Father Feng is considered a half-kung fu fan, and he even trained Feng Shuai in this direction, practicing kung fu since he was a child.

It was the first time for Cheng Cheng to hear about it. Looking at Feng Shuai's muscular arms than those of his peers, he wondered if he had to practice too, but just thinking about it made him feel tired, so forget it.

"Run." Feng Shuai still answered concisely, but Cheng Cheng caught the guy's disdainful glance at him.

Depend on!After cooperating for such a long time, Feng Shuai, a big man, used chasing him as exercise!

"Boss, I'd better go home, I have a lot of homework today." Cheng Cheng worked tirelessly.

"Oh, by the way, I'll call your dad right now. We have to wait for the meal, so you go to Feng Shuai's room to write for a while." Feng's father went to call, and Cheng Cheng also gave up. Just have to eat here.

Father Feng chatted with Cheng Cheng's father for a long time, and the meal was already on the table, but he was still reluctant to let it go.

"Brother, it's what other people call you. Your body is your own. Don't overwork yourself every day. Find a brother to drink. Okay, you said it. I won't give you a drink before I leave. Lie down. I'll tell you Brother! Haha!"

Cheng Cheng really didn't know that Feng Shuai's father had such a good relationship with his father. His honest father really didn't have any friends who could drink with him. Did Feng Shuai know that their fathers were so close?

Cheng Cheng looked at Feng Shuai who was holding the remote control, and saw a trace of worry in those big hairy eyes that seemed to be focused on the TV.

Hehe, are you worried that he will expose his usual evil deeds at the dinner table?Telling you to step on your schoolbag just now and not let me go, and not to find a chance to punish you later, I am sorry for myself!

Father Feng hasn't been home for almost a year, and Zhao Hui doesn't seem to be disturbed at all. She still cooks with the same skill, but the dishes are much richer than usual.

"Where's the wine, motherfucker!" Dad Feng's loud voice could be heard even outside the anti-theft door.

Feng Shuai paused when he was serving the meal, and looked at Zhao Hui, who lowered his head and silently prepared the last two dishes, "I don't have anyone to accompany you today, so don't drink, I haven't eaten at home for a long time. Have some food."

"I can't have a good drink all year round. I'm not allowed to drink when I go home. I have to drink at home. What do you mean no one will drink with me, but my son will drink with me!" Father Feng looked back impatiently, Looking for a wine bottle.

"What are you talking about? How handsome are you? What kind of wine do you drink!" Zhao Hui's voice also raised a little.

"Don't worry about it with you, I'll take it myself, hey, I'll have enough food and clothing by myself." Father Feng rummaged through a few cabinet doors, and finally found an unopened bottle, "That's it."

"Cheng Cheng is in the third grade, why don't you have a sip too?" Father Feng poured himself a full glass, which really gave Feng Shuai a bottom, and turned back and wanted to pour it for him again.

"Don't, big brother, I'll be beaten when I go home after drinking it." Cheng Cheng quickly unscrewed the Coke bottle and poured himself a Coke.

"It's okay, you still let the children drink, teach me some!" Zhao Hui was very unhappy.

"It's okay, Aunt Zhao, just kidding me, I have to be as tall as handsome Feng to drink." Cheng Cheng said innocently, and looked at Feng Shuai with envy and expectation after speaking.

drink!The wine your father poured for you, drink it quickly!After drinking, I will find fault and pour it for you!

Cheng Cheng's mind was full of bad water, but Feng Shuai pushed the wine glass away, took another glass and poured a Coke, "I have a lot of homework today, and I won't be able to write if I drink it down."

"...Hehe, fine, don't drink or drink, son's homework is the most important thing." Father Feng suffocated the wine in Feng Shuai's glass, and then ate a few mouthfuls of food in a sultry mouth.

Zhao Hui brought food to Cheng Cheng and Feng Shuai, but didn't say a word. From Cheng Cheng's sneaky eyes, he could tell that the atmosphere in Feng Shuai's house was not very harmonious.