three feet away from me

The sunshine in March is in full bloom, but it is not too hot. The flowers and trees outside the attic of Yuelin Academy are illuminated with a layer of warm colors, and the spring is boundless.

In the south pavilion, the old master coughed, and walked out slowly with a book in his hand: "You guys take a break first, the next class will be about Spring and Autumn."

When the figure of the master disappeared in the corner of the corridor, the South Pavilion was like a teapot hanging upside down with the plug unplugged, and there was a buzzing noise.

The children of the aristocratic family at this age are talkative and confident, and there is no formality and hypocrisy in the academy. When they communicate, they are a little more sincere. Once they come and go, they are familiar with a lot of students in the pavilion. I can't sit still.

Why my family got a precious cub yesterday, it must be majestic when it grows up!Why, someone in my family picked up a piece of jade on the mountain and brought it here!Why is my family going on an outing in the mountains again!Even my dad went home to test his homework yesterday, and I can talk about it for a long time, just to share, not to show off.

Yesterday was a regular holiday, and the teenagers talked about more topics.

"Xingqing," Zhou Ce also joined the team chatting: "Where did you go to play yesterday, didn't you say you were going hunting?"

In the past two days, his uncle has settled down quite a bit, and he has not gone out to meet dubious people as brothers and sisters. Zhou Ce has also let go of his worries a lot.

The South Pavilion was full of noise and noise, but there was only one person by the window. It was deserted and deserted, as if the sun couldn't even cover it.

"Yesterday..." Du Xingqing pushed Zhou Ce who was coming over, stood up and walked towards the window: "I climbed the wall."

Zhou Ce, who was left holding his head aggrievedly: Climbing the wall?You, a son of the royal family, still climb the wall?Why are you looking for someone else again!Do you see people taking care of you?Don't you bother to go every day?

The student in front of Wen Xucong didn't know where to "hang out" with someone, so Du Xingqing adjusted the chair and sat down in front of him carelessly.

This person came over too many times during the rest time without skin and face. Wen Xucong read the book without raising his eyelids.

Du Xingqing didn't care, if it wasn't for me, I would just go for the mountain: "Xu, Mr. Wen."

Wen Xucong's eyes shifted to Du Xingqing for a moment, and then moved to the book, vividly interpreting the essence of what it means to say something quickly and get out of it if you have nothing to do.

"When will you go to the Xie Mansion again?"

Wen Xucong glanced at him, black and white eyes clearly wrote: It has something to do with you.

"Don't be so indifferent!" Du Xingqing persevered, folded his hands on the Wen Xucong table; "We are still classmates! My father is an official of the imperial court, and we should all be close and close in the future. It’s good to have someone to take care of, isn’t it?”

Wen Xucong lowered her head and looked at him through the book: "No need."

"But I'm afraid! I can't even turn over the courtyard wall, so I have to find someone to help me."

Wen Xucong suddenly put down the book in his hand, Du Xingqing raised his eyebrows, he was talking, and the next moment he saw Wen Xucong reached out and patted him on the shoulder, and by the way, he removed the noisy thing from his desk push away.

"Believe in yourself, you can do it." This indifferent tone did not fluctuate, and there was no encouragement at all.

"...I can't, I can't climb up!"

With a snap, Wen Xucong slapped the book on the table and looked at him coldly.

"What, what?"

"You can speak louder," Wen Xucong said flatly, "so that everyone will know that we are going to climb the wall of the General's Mansion."

"Oh, oh, okay," Du Xingqing nodded in response, and suddenly raised his voice the next moment: "Xu Cong! Let's go to climb...uh!"

Du Xingqing rubbed his legs, looking a little aggrieved: "It's fine, what are you kicking me for, didn't you ask me to shout?"

Wen Xucong wanted to throw the book on his head, how could there be such a rascal!

"Then will you go with me? If you don't go, I will yell again."

The Nange students were attracted by Du Xingqing's voice, and they were all looking this way curiously. Du Xingqing used to rely on Wenxu to keep him from leaving, but there had never been such a big fight, so a group of people held bookends In front of his eyes, he looked like he wanted to watch but was afraid that a fight would hurt him later. It was not a big deal to watch.

Wen Xucong resisted the urge to fight him, her voice seemed to be squeezed out: "Go."

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At sunset, when the tired birds were returning to their nests and the farmers were returning home, Wen Xucong stood outside Xie's mansion, dressed very plainly, and looked up at Du Xingqing, who was also dressed at the door and looked like a manager, talking about something , silently started the No.20 he stood here with seven sighs.

Rubbing his forehead and temples, he covered his face unbearably, Wen Xucong looked at Du Xingqing through his fingers, thinking that his brain was really trapped by the door before agreeing to come to Xie's mansion with him.

Just as he was thinking about whether to take a step forward and leave Du Xingqing here alone, Du Xingqing had already walked towards him: "Brother, thank you for the steward, he agreed to let us enter the mansion, and we won't be hungry in the future .”

Wen Xucong looked at the ground and didn't say a word, it was a ghost to ignore him.

"I'm sorry," Du Xingqing apologized to the housekeeper, "My younger brother was often bullied when he was young, and he developed a quiet personality."

"It's all right," the housekeeper waved his hand to express his understanding. No one was in despair yet: "Come in with me. It's late today. I'll take you to see the residence first. You don't need to do any work. Let's do it tomorrow morning."

Wen Xucong glanced at Du Xingqing, turned around and lifted his feet, and slowly followed the butler's pace.

Du Xingqing paused as he was about to step forward, but Xu Cong's eyes...why did he feel like he couldn't survive tomorrow.

"Hey!" The butler looked back: "Why didn't your brother follow?"

"Who knows." Wen Xucong followed the housekeeper's gaze and looked at Du Xingqing who was standing under the plaque of the Xie Mansion, and called out in a neutral tone: "Brother, follow up."

It's already May, and it seems that summer is about to enter. The trees on both sides of the road are all sprouting green branches, waiting for summer vigorously. In such a season, Du Xingqing suddenly feels cold and inexplicably cold .

He might really not survive tonight, he shuddered, Du Xingqing thought.

The butler brought them to a small room. It was not big, there was only a table, a bed, and a wardrobe for clothes, and the other rooms couldn't hold it.

"This is the house for the two of you in the future," the housekeeper handed over the key to Du Xingqing, and instructed: "Although the house is a bit small, you brothers can still live in it."

Du Xingqing took the key and said hello with a smile. He thought he would live with the other servants. He had already planned to take Xu Cong and hug the quilt to make a bed on the eaves at night. I have a room of my own.

What they have to do is not too difficult. Generally, the work of servants is not very troublesome, but very tiring. They need to clean the garden in the most remote place east of Xie Mansion. Because it is far away and difficult to take care of, so the housekeeper A room was deliberately vacated for the servants who cleaned the place. In this way, it was in the hands of the two of them. There were few people and the place was far away, so it was very convenient to do some things.

The housekeeper babbled for a while, said a few things for the two of them to pay attention to, and then walked away.

As soon as the butler left, the door closed, and Du Xingqing turned around, the atmosphere in the room changed.

Du Xingqing took two steps back, leaned against the door bolt, and was ready to escape: "Xu Cong!"

"Yeah." Wen Xucong's expression was still calm, he sat on the chair, poured himself a cup of tea, put it on the tip of his nose and smelled it, thought for a while, and put it down, he turned his head to look at the window: " Close the windows too!"

Du Xingqing took two steps, closed the window lightly, then turned his head fearfully: "What are you doing with the window closed?"

Wen Xu stood up calmly, and put the cup on the table: "Are you going to settle the score? It's bloody after all, it's not good to be seen by others."

"No no no, Xu Cong, listen to me..."

Du Xingqing wanted to run immediately, but the room was small, and he lost the opportunity when he just left the door to close the window. The window and the door were two opposite directions, and Wen Xucong had already walked towards him.

"You are my brother?"

"No, no, that's an expedient policy, an expedient policy." Du Xingqing frantically scratched at the window, the more anxious he was, he couldn't do some things well, the window creaked as he scratched it, and he didn't open it at all.

"I was bullied since I was a child, and I have developed a temperament that doesn't like to talk?" While speaking, Wen Xucong had already approached, and returned Du Xingqing's words to him verbatim.

"That can't be done, anyone who dares to bully the Prime Minister, I'm talking nonsense."

Poor Du Xingqing, the forehead was already sweating, and the window frame was almost ripped out of sparks by him. Finally, the sky paid off, the window could not bear the torture of the young master, and a crack was tremblingly exposed.

Du Xingqing was overjoyed, he stretched out his hand and pushed.

When his head stuck out of the window, a plain white hand grabbed him by the back of the collar and dragged him back. Then, the window that was opened just now was slammed shut again.

The wind was blowing in the sky, and the flowers stretched their branches and leaves under the corner of the wall, bathing in the sun, suddenly, a cry of pain made her stamens tremble, and the wind blew it to the east, as if she wanted to listen more carefully.

"It hurts, it hurts, Xu Cong, that's my arm, it's not dough, it can't be folded."

"Ah! Don't slap your face. If you have something to say, don't do anything."

"Take it easy, why don't you pay attention, that place is where you can kill a killer! Do I want to carry on the family in the future!"

"Xu Cong, Young Master Wen, Young Master Wen, I was really wrong, please let me go!"