three feet away from me

Just as Du Xingqing failed to pawn his pants, they also failed to stroll leisurely in the countryside.

The two young masters were tall and handsome, and one of them was holding a big watermelon. Walking in the field, it was hard not to attract people's attention.

"How are you!" Du Xingqing shook the watermelon with his left hand, raised his right hand and waved it at the farmers, his posture was more like Xie Zhijiang than Xie Zhijiang: "Is there a lot of food growing in the field this year? How much do you want to hand over to the higher-ups?"

He is good-looking, and his clothes are exquisite but not airy at all, and his smile is like a spring breeze blowing on his face, which immediately makes the little girl spring up, and the aunt can't help but be overjoyed.

The little girl who came to deliver water from the field blushed, and said in a timid and weak voice, "The harvest is good."

Holding a hoe and digging a hole, the aunt stroked her temple hair, her eyes full of kindness: "How much should be paid, we are not a place for tax evasion."

Wen Xucong held the handle of the fan, endured it again and again, and when Du Xingqing opened the screen for the fifth time, he decisively opened the fan to cover his face, pulled Du Xingqing's collar, and walked out neatly.

"Hey hey!" Du Xingqing's watermelon was about to drop: "Xu Cong, I can't help but say you, your habit of pulling people's necklines is really a bit bad, you..."

Wen Xucong let go of his hand all the way to the outskirts of the field, and he put his hand to the center of his eyebrows: "Little Hou Ye, do you know what the word restraint is?"

"I know!" Du Xingqing smiled at him while arranging his clothes, "Don't mess with other people's clothes!"

Soon Du Xingqing couldn't laugh anymore. He saw Wen Xucong looking at him coldly. Although this was the usual style of a little prince, Du Xingqing still had a sudden shock in his heart.

It's over, the little marquis shuddered, making him angry again.

Wen Xucong just looked at him, and when he saw Du Xingqing's whole body was tense and finally knew what restraint was, he slowly raised his hand.

Du Xingqing didn't dare to look, closed his eyes and turned his head away.

To his surprise, Wen Xucong just reached out and opened the folding fan.

Wen Xucong slapped it, and gave Du Xingqing a strange glance: "What are you doing, go away."

Um?Du Xingqing opened his eyes carefully, and saw Wen Xucong looking at him suspiciously, shaking his fan and tilting his head.

"Oh~ let's go, let's go."

With a cry, Du Xingqing followed Wen Xucong, and the two walked a few steps. Du Xingqing looked at Wen Xucong's expression.

But the young master slapped the fan twice from time to time, Xueyu's face was expressionless, and Du Xingqing couldn't tell whether he was angry or not.

Wen Xucong didn't speak, and Du Xingqing didn't dare to speak. The two walked a long path in silence. When Du Xingqing realized, they were already on the main road leading to the official road. After passing the corner, it was Xie Zhijiang who brought them here in the morning Where the carriages are parked.

"That……"

Just as Du Xingqing opened his mouth to say a word, the young man who lowered his head all the way calmly raised his head and met his eyes. The words Du Xingqing wanted to say were stuck in his throat again and could not come out.

"Then what?" Wen Xucong asked him, furrowing her delicate eyebrows.

Wen Xucong's questioning gaze was full of scrutiny. The young master hadn't spoken since he left the field. Thinking of Du Xingqing's warm greetings to the farmers in the field, he must have taken a fancy to some hardworking girl!

"No, I want to ask that we're going back now, don't you want to play more?" Seeing Wen Xucong frowned, Du Xingqing immediately made up for it, vividly interpreting what it means to be thorough.

"Yes, but you still want to play for a while, then we..."

"No, no, I don't want to play, I'm tired, let's go back!"

Following up with Du Xingqing who was leading the way ahead, Wen Xucong was skeptical: "Actually, peasant girls are pure in nature, if you like..."

"What kind of pure nature! Could it be that you fell in love with a peasant girl! When did you fall in love with it! Impossible!" Du Xingqing didn't even hear what Wen Xucong said behind, and immediately took Wen Xucong's shoulder with one hand, Shout out.

Wen Xucong: "..."

The folding fan closed and hit Du Xingqing's forehead heavily: "Du Xingqing, do you have a brain?"

Wen Xucong's brows and eyes were light, and his cursing was as calm as reciting poems. Du Xingqing was stunned for a while before he realized that he could fall in love with a little girl after going to the countryside for a while. This happened to anyone. It's possible, once this idea is put on Wen Xucong, it will be contrary to what one thinks.

"Cough!" Du Xingqing patted the folds of clothes on Wen Xucong's shoulders, trying to cover it up: "I'm just joking."

"Go away." Wen Xucong pushed Du Xingqing away, out of the way.

"But, you really don't like the little peasant girl, do you?"

"..."

"Don't be angry, I'm just curious."

Along the way, Wen Xucong was so angry that he didn't want to talk. Du Xingqing kept talking, but he didn't let the young master calm down. He was walking behind Wen Xucong with a watermelon in his arms, not knowing what to do.

The silent young man stopped in his tracks, and said in his usual deep and cold voice with a bit of imperceptible disbelief: "Young Master."

"what's wrong!"

Wen Xucong carefully observed the wide road ahead: "Did you get off the carriage this morning?"

Du Xingqing took a look: "Yes, hey! Where is the carriage!"

The road ahead was surrounded by shade trees on both sides, and there was a cliff not far away, with goose-yellow flowers swaying on the top of the cliff, but the carriage on the side of the road that promised to take them back to the city was gone.