three feet away from me

Just a quarter of an hour before Du Xingqing and Wen Xucong turned the corner, Guanshi Wang, who was obsessed with farming, finally crawled out of the field with his head full of weeds. , he had to go home and get a hoe to dig the ground.

Walking to the corner, he saw the carriage under the scorching sun and the attendants standing by.

"What are you doing here!" Steward Wang walked over with muddy water on his trousers.

"We'll be waiting for you here," the attendant looked left and right, "Didn't you say that you're going to send the two nobles over so we can pick them up?"

"Your Excellency?" The steward was taken aback for a moment, then thought of the master's shout from the shore, what did he say?

Realizing that he couldn't remember the master, Steward Wang waved his hand. Anyway, it shouldn't be a big deal: "It's okay! Who else is the noble person in this city besides Mr. Xie?"

"My lord has returned home."

"That's it, you guys go back too! Mr. Xie is gone, what are you waiting for?"

"But Master..."

"What, if you want to bask in the sun, stay here, I don't care."

Just like that, the carriage rides on the air, and the wheels roll away.

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"I really didn't expect," Du Xingqing hugged the watermelon, walked up and down the official road, and muttered: "That Xie Zhijiang looks honest and serious, and he would lie to us, isn't he afraid of dismissal? !"

"Something must have happened." Wen Xucong didn't think Xie Zhijiang was such an irresponsible person.

"how do you know?"

"He's afraid of dismissal!" Wen Xucong waved his fan, and answered calmly.

"..." Du Xingqing really didn't know how to respond to such a sudden tone of praise or derogation.

"are you tired?"

"what?"

"Is it heavy?" Wen Xucong pointed to the watermelon in Du Xingqing's hand, and he has walked several miles since he came out of the field. The young master who has never been tired does not know if he can hold on: "How about Change me?"

"I can," Du Xingqing immediately rejected Wen Xucong's proposal for help: "A good man will not let his bedmate work."

The gently shaking folding fan paused in the air, Wen Xucong blinked and felt that he didn't hear clearly: "What did you say?"

"Same bed." Du Xingqing was very guilty, but he dared to say it.

"You... your tongue was bitten."

"No, we haven't already," Du Xingqing was still young, unable to utter a few words, almost self-defeating, muttered in a low voice: "You want to be ungrateful to me when you're a classmate!"

"Student?"

"Yes! Classmate," Du Xingqing looked up, smiling coquettishly, he raised Wen Xu's chin with one hand, looked into those eyes, and approached frivolously to narrow the distance between the two: "What do you want to be?" !"

Some words are too obscene, and he can't say them to Wen Xucong, but how about molesting the young master, the young master is not only easy to say, but also handy.

But he was leaning forward, holding a big watermelon in his left hand. Looking at it from Wen Xucong's angle, he could still see the farmer behind Du Xingqing driving the cow forward. The cow stopped still, and the farmer yelled for a long time Only then did he raise his hooves slowly, leaving big lumps of dark brown things on the ground as he passed by.

Inexplicably, the prime minister felt very tired, and he really couldn't stay here any longer.

Knocking off Du Xingqing's claws with a snap, Wen Xucong rubbed his brows and walked forward: "I didn't think about anything."

"Xu Cong, did you see that?" Du Xingqing chased after him, "That cow shitted."

Wen Xucong: "..."

Du Xingqing walked all the way, talking nonstop, even more noisy than the cicadas on the tree, Wen Xucong, who was really unbearably disturbed, turned his head and looked at him: "Young master, why are you talking so much while holding things? Are you tired?"

Take a break when you are tired.

"No, no, I'm not tired," but Du Xingqing didn't understand what Wen Xucong meant, so he grinned happily.

"Yeah." If you're not tired, then don't be tired!

"It's just a watermelon, Xu Cong doesn't have to worry about me so much," the damned man suddenly bumped into Wen Xucong with his shoulder, and Wen Xucong staggered, pretending to be shy with mischievous eyes: "If I were a girl, I would I should blushed and scolded you as a little enemy, then threw the veil to you and ran away."

"I, I didn't," the little enemy's face was blank, not knowing what he had done: "I just, I..."

"Look, Xu Cong!"

Before Wen Xucong had finished proving his innocence, Du Xingqing turned his head and pointed to a place where his eyes lit up: "There is a hornet's nest there. I have seen one bigger than this in Mahu Mountain on the outskirts of the capital."

The little friend instinctively raised his head following the sound. A gourd-like dark honeycomb hung on a high branch, surrounded by many wasps coming in and out. He couldn't help but look at it for a while. He had also been to Red Deer Mountain. Not to mention a hornet's nest bigger than this, even a bird's nest, he didn't see a single one.

In just a while, Wen Xucong forgot what happened just now, and his eyes were full of novel hornet's nests: "Is this a hornet's nest? It's so big."

"It's not called big," Du Xingqing walked while kicking the small stones on the road: "When I get back to the capital, I'll take you to see the big one. I don't know if it's still there."

Getting farther and farther away from the tree, Wen Xucong couldn't help but take another look at the round beehive, and didn't respond to Du Xingqing's words.

"What's by the river? Why are the flowers red? Let's go and see."

The little boy, who hadn't made a sound yet, was dragged to the river by him, and looked like a narcissus-like flower with bright red petals.

The two of them went to the riverside to look at the flowers for a while, squatted on the side of the road to study the grass for a while, or just secretly saw no one picking the green plums on the road.

"Bah!" Du Xingqing's handsome face wrinkled together, holding a half-gnawed plum in his hand: "It's so astringent."

Wen Xucong stood aside, with one hand folded over his chest and the other fanning the wind, his eyebrows raised slightly: "I told you that Li Sheng's way will be bitter, you don't believe it."

"That's the reason." Du Xingqing threw the plum far away, turned to look at him and smiled: "But this reason is also obtained by the predecessors who ate this sour plum. I just don't believe it, and I want to try it."

Wen Xucong lowered her head: "Why do you want to try the facts you already know."

"I don't believe it. Why are they right? I haven't tried it."

"You tried it, this one is sour."

"No, no, no," Du Xingqing picked another plum from the tree and took a bite: "Bah! It's sour again, this is not what I want to try."

"Then what are you going to try?"

"You'll find out later."

"Ok?"

"Hmm, what, um, young master," Du Xingqing pulled him away, and smiled at him with crooked eyebrows: "Hurry up, the sun is already setting when we go back."