three feet away from me

"You said that those people in the officialdom seem to have become masters. They see the subtleties and know the truth, and their kung fu of observing the situation is perfect."

The sun climbed from the sky to the center, and it gradually became hotter. Du Xingqing stood beside Wen Xucong, playing the fan, and sighed, "How did you say that Xie Zhijiang became the magistrate?"

The fan was used by Du Xingqing in the posture of a plantain fan fanning the Flame Mountain, and Wen Xucong's face was messed up by the fan.

"Mmm." Wen Xu shrugged aside the hair dangling in front of his eyes, and calmly took a few steps away from Du Xingqing.

Du Xingqing was not aware of it yet, seeing Wen Xucong walk away, he ignorantly approached him, and shook his fan loudly, and he would never stop until there was a flower in the battle: "What are you going there for? It's so hot today, I'll fan you."

I can't bear it, Wen Xucong walked faster after hearing the words.

"Xu Cong, wait for me."

Two people walked one by one, chased by the other, stopped and walked, bypassed the outer rice fields, and arrived at the vegetable field inside. At this time, many vegetables had withered and produced fruits. They were big and plump. Looking around, they were red The red, the green, the vibrant one.

After brushing the hair that was floating in front of her eyes behind her ears for the fifth time, Wen Xucong finally raised her hand to stop Du Xingqing's hand shaking the fan, and said politely, "Young Master, I'm not hot."

Just fan yourself.

"Aren't you hot?"

Du Xingqing looked down at him. He was concerned about Wen Xucong before, but now he saw strands of hair on the young master's forehead, and the hairband tied behind his head was a little loose.

Wen Xucong, who has always been meticulous, still has such messy times!Du Xingqing glanced at him and saw the fan he was holding between the two of them. Because Du Xingqing was a head taller than Wen Xucong, Du Xingqing always cared about Wen Xucong in everything he did, so this fan followed him very well. Fearing that he would be hot, the fan was almost close to Wen Xucong's chest, but the young master was also hot, and there would be no cool breeze if he shook it lightly, so Du Xingqing fanned it very vigorously.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry," he made a good young man into this appearance, but Wen Xucong's appearance was really cute in Du Xingqing's eyes. He said sorry on his mouth, but his face was not Consciously smiled.

"I didn't notice just now," Du Xingqing reached out to smooth the hair on Wen Xucong's forehead to his ear, and even touched her face, and quickly withdrew his hand before Wen Xucong's attack, very gentlemanly Sigh: "The face is quite slippery."

After speaking, he took a step back cautiously, carefully watching Wen Xucong's face, this person remembers to eat but not to be beaten. After a moment of impulsiveness, he remembered the beatings he had suffered in those years, for fear that Wen Xucong would be holding his handbag again the next moment. The collar dragged him to a place where no one was around and beat him up.

In a place where no one was around, Du Xingqing licked his back molars, feeling inexplicably what was going on.

Just as he was thinking about it, Du Xingqing saw Wen Xucong's cold and handsome face, and he took a step forward to pull him.

I'm going to be beaten!Du Xingqing took a step back reflexively.Wen Xucong's hand was empty.

Then he saw Wen Xucong's face change from expressionless to astonishment, it's nothing more than getting angry from embarrassment, why are you so flustered, the little lord backed away and thought in his head.

Immediately he knew.

He hit someone.

After a series of "Ai ai ai!" fell, there was a huge sound of water flow accompanied by a muffled sound, and Du Xingqing's step back happened to collide with the farmer carrying the bucket.

The farmer immediately put down the bucket and ran a few steps into the open space, but was not affected. Du Xingqing took the bucket and planted it in the green pepper field next to him. There were two buckets lying around him, and the robe inlaid with gold thread was also wet.

"You little man, why don't you look at the road! It's a good thing I picked a water bucket today. If I picked a dung bucket tomorrow, you'll hit it too?" The farmer is a strong man in his forties, with With a sweat towel on, he stood on the ridge of the field with his head bowed and his hips akimbo.

"That's what you said," Du Xingqing grinned and rubbed his waist on the small soil bag, sitting on the ground with the green pepper leaves on his back: "The smell can be smelled from a long distance from the dung bucket, and it's too late to avoid it. Hit it up!"

"Hey!" The farmer was amused by him.

"Don't be angry," Wen Xucong bent down to help up the two buckets, and then pulled Du Xingqing up to signal him not to be silly, then picked up the pick that fell on the ground and held it in his hand: "This is our fault, go and give it to me later." You fetch a pail of water."

The young man was dressed in a crisp white shirt, noble and good-looking, he apologized to himself with his eyebrows closed, and the farmer was a little flattered.

"It's okay, it's okay, we peasants have plenty of strength, and we are born to do this."

The farmer took the burden in Wen Xucong's hand, set two buckets skillfully, and smiled at them without hesitation: "You two young gentlemen are out to play! I see the clothes of this gentleman It's all wet, there is an open space by the river, it's spacious, you can go there to bask in the sun, the sun will dry up in a while."

"Yes, thank you." Wen Xucong looked at the place he was pointing at, and nodded slightly.

"It's okay! You have fun, and I will pick watermelons for you in my field later. This year's watermelons are so sweet." The farmer picked up the burden and walked away creaking all the way.

"Xu Cong," Du Xingqing patted the ashes on his body, and moved to Wen Xu Cong's side stickily: "You were talking about us just now."

"Young Master," Wen Xucong sighed, "You have water on you, don't get so close to me."

"Oh!" Du Xingqing reluctantly moved away.

"..." Wen Xucong glanced at him, turned around and walked around the little flowers on the side of the road.

"Xu Cong, where are you going?" Du Xingqing followed.

"riverside."

"What are you doing by the river? You want to eat fish?"

"...to dry your clothes."

"Oh," Du Xingqing seemed to think of something: "Xu Cong, did you laugh just now?"

"When?"

"I said when the dung bucket can smell from afar."

"..."

"Did you laugh again just now?"

"No."

"I've seen it all, oh, Xu Cong, don't be shy, wait for me. Slow down, there are many weeds on the road."