three feet away from me

No matter what, a cup of tea can't stay in the woods with only Wen Xucong and Du Xingqing. He was scared away by Du Xingqing's threats and intimidation. worry.

The young master said that he was not qualified. A chacha who had determined to become a famous book boy since he was a child ran out of the woods with a fighting spirit in his heart. He wanted to go back to boil water to make tea and make a bed for the young master. Okay, prepare some snacks and wait for the young master to come back and rest.

"Phew! It's gone, standing here with no winks and being annoying by others," Du Xingqing exhaled, and flicked Wen Xucong on the forehead with his fingers: "Little boy, what's the matter with you, you disappeared in the blink of an eye. I'm easy to find, why did you get into a fight with Li Zhuwu, and you still wanted to fight, your wings became stiff, and you became bolder, you dare to go to the sky!"

That blow was not heavy, but Wen Xucong was still pressed by him and covered his forehead, and took a step back. When he stood up and was about to speak, Du Xingqing seemed to finish what he hadn't said in the past few days, and he opened his mouth. Wen Xucong listened patiently.

Du Xingqing fired a series of bullets, paused, and didn't listen to respond: "Why don't you talk, you little boy has such a temper!"

Sighing silently, Wen Xucong looked at him: "When I was young, the third prince, mother and concubine wanted me to accompany me to study in the palace, but..."

"Oh~ I understand, I didn't go, right? That's what I should," Du Xingqing interrupted him clearly: "He is also worthy of letting you do the accompanying reading! As far as his unworthy virtue is concerned, don't be angry, in the future I will Avenge you."

"I'm not angry." Wen Xucong calmly, involuntarily, the corners of his eyes and brows softened, watching the soft wind blowing through the treetops.

"That piece of jade," Wen Xucong raised and lowered his eyelashes, clutching his sleeve with his fingers, and asked, "Did you give it to me?"

"It's me." Du Xingqing looked down at him, he didn't know what he thought of, and raised his eyebrows again: "You didn't talk to me because of that piece of jade, did you! No wonder I think you are so obedient today, even touching your head Keep silent."

Wen Xucong is also expressionless and silent now, the late spring sun shone on him, making him feel warm all over.

Du Xingqing felt itchy in his heart when he saw it, and wanted to grab this young man with a cold face and a warm heart, hold him in his arms and rub him well, but no matter how his paws were about to move, his reason was still there.

Du Xingqing just stretched out his hand and pinched the face of the young man in front of him, "I bought you for a piece of jade, why are you so easy to coax, young man!"

"Young Master." Pushing away Du Xingqing's hand, Wen Xucong made him respect himself with his eyes.

"Squeeze it! There's nothing you can do about it," Du Xingqing withdrew his hand slowly, still reminiscing about the touch on his face: "The face is so soft, don't let people pinch it to waste, did your mother often pinch your face when you were young?" ah?"

Wen Xucong's face was reddened by Du Xingqing, but he didn't know it, so he waited for half of his painted face to say solemnly: "No."

"Okay! It's a pity, this is for you." Du Xingqing shrugged regretfully, then took out something from his arms, and threw it into Wen Xucong's arms: "When did you put this thing in my place?"

It was the soldier talisman, Wen Xucong looked down, and returned it without any regrets: "I don't want it."

"Then I don't want it either."

"Throw it away."

Wen Xucong turned and walked forward.

"Hey!" Du Xingqing held him back: "If you don't want it, then don't, what are you doing in such a hurry! At worst, I'll put it away so you won't see it."

When Wen Xucong heard the words, he hesitated for a moment. This moment, he lost the opportunity.

"Let's go, let's go," Du Xingqing seized the opportunity, holding Wen Xucong with one hand, the lower part is the waist, and grabbing Wen Xucong's arm with the other, and forcibly pulled him into the forest: "The wind and the sun are warm today." Li, I am in a good mood, I will take you to see the beautiful scenery in the forest, I will clean up the snakes, ants, insects and beasts along the way, don't be afraid."

Wen Xucong was supported by him, and this position made him unable to break free, so he could only be forced to follow him into the depths of the woods: "Young master, you..."

"Don't move, is your hand ready?" Du Xingqing moved his right hand up and pinched Wen Xucong's wrist: "I've been injured for a hundred days, does it still hurt?"

In fact, it didn't hurt, but Du Xingqing almost half hugged him, and Wen Xucong who was close could feel the ups and downs of the chest of the person behind him through the fabric, and gently pulled his hand to ask him if it hurt, Wen Xucong suddenly I felt that the place where Xie Ze broke it that day started to hurt, not only the pain, but also the place where Du Xingqing touched the arm was densely itchy.

The wrist held by Du Xingqing trembled slightly, and the owner of the wrist took a step back in a little bewilderment, and accidentally stepped on a fallen dead branch in the forest.

Wen Xucong's foot slipped, and he was about to fall down.

Du Xingqing embraced him, and when he saw this, he was about to pull him up with all his strength, and the hand on Wen Xucong's waist was about to use his strength. At the very moment, Du Xingqing's eyelids twitched, and he didn't know what he thought of.

With a sound of "Oops", Wen Xucong and Du Xingqing fell down together in the forest covered with fallen leaves.

Wen Xucong opened his eyes, and Du Xingqing put one hand on the back of his head, pressed on him, and was supporting himself, looking at him and smiling: "Young master, why are you acting recklessly like a three-year-old who hasn't grown up?" Child! Do you have to fall when you walk?"

"Shut up." Wen Xucong glared at him angrily, his fair neck turning red.

The soft touch of the boy's hair came from his hand, Du Xingqing looked down at him, Wen Xucong lay on his back on the fallen leaves, his hair was spread out behind him, the more he looked, Du Xingqing found that this little boy really had red lips and white teeth, he was too good-looking.

"In the academy, why did you treat me like that?"

Suddenly, Du Xingqing exerted a little force on his hands, holding Wen Xucong's head close to him, the two of them were so close that they could hear each other's shallow breathing.

"Xu Cong," Du Xingqing looked at the young master with watery eyes, stroked his face, and whispered to him under the apricot tree, "Can I kiss you?"