three feet away from me

Wen Xucong's voice is very pleasant, the kind of clear and bright that hits like jade, but he usually seldom speaks, coupled with his indifferent and alienated attitude, others just want to avoid him, and don't care that he still has a clear and good voice.

But Du Xingqing knew that the young master's voice was lowered, gentle and straight, as soon as he opened his mouth, it flowed down his ears and into his heart.

But now, whether it's Du Xingqing's self-indulgence or Wen Xucong's acting like a baby, it seems that this question doesn't make much sense.

The setting sun was like blood, and there was a man sitting on the gazebo in the small courtyard, with his back hanging in the air and leaning against the railing, his neck bent into a beautiful arc. He covered his eyes with one sleeve, and the other hand was hanging by his side, holding a wine jug. There are several wine jugs lying in disorder under the feet.

Just looking at it from a distance, this man's despondency couldn't be concealed, and even the small courtyard with Xia Yi was a bit bleak.

It took a long time for Du Xingqing, who was lying in the gazebo, to move. He tilted his head up and poured down half a jug of spirits, and did not sit up. In this posture, he opened his mouth and poured it into his mouth until he was choked, and then he straightened up. Coughing against a pillar.

After coughing for a while, Du Xingqing looked up at the sky. The sun had already set outside the courtyard wall, but it was not dark yet, and it was gradually getting dark.

The insects around were disturbing, and Du Xingqing's brows were filled with gloom, sadness and helplessness. When he felt irritable, he thought about today's events. He was shot by an arrow from the Pingyang Palace, and now his life and death are uncertain, and thinking of Wen Xucong standing behind Wen Chengyu, he couldn't see his face clearly.

Xu Cong must be angry.

With a "pop", the wine jug was thrown to pieces on the ground, and the dusk was dazzling. Du Xingqing covered his eyes with his hands and smiled softly, but there were water marks left along the gap between his fingers.

He really likes the young master of the prime minister's family, but unfortunately, now it seems that he and the young master are absolutely impossible, so that's fine, the young master will marry a wife and have children in the future, and he must be happy and beautiful with a man like him.

Thinking of this, Du Xingqing was helpless, full of melancholy, and let out a low sigh.

Du Xingqing moved his hand half an inch away, and felt a shadow flash past his unshielded eyelids. Reflexively, Du Xingqing still covered his face with his hand, and opened his eyes. He looked forward and waited for him to see the whole picture. With a sudden tremor, Du Xingqing's eyes widened, and he was half sober from alcohol,

What he was facing was a two-person courtyard wall. At this moment, there was a person sitting on that wall, and that person was turning around and looking at him.

In a blink of an eye, the sky was already dark, and the moon was hanging in the sky. Under the moonlight, the man's face was so white that it was almost transparent, like an old friend.

Du Xingqing's hand was still on his forehead, and he didn't realize who it was!

He was leaning against the pillar in a daze, while Wen Xucong had already jumped off the wall and walked towards Du Xingqing.

The figure of that person was getting closer and closer, and Du Xingqing's breathing became lighter and lighter as his vision gradually became clearer, and finally he looked at the person in front of him almost holding his breath.

Wen Xucong finally stood in front of Du Xingqing.

Little Hou Ye's eye sockets were still red, because he couldn't believe it, he tilted his head up, and he didn't dare to blink his eyes, he was careful that there was nothing in front of him, and it would disappear in a blink of an eye.

He looked pitiful, the little boy thought, and couldn't help but leaned down and put his head on his shoulder, giving him a comforting hug.

The cold fragrance belonging to Wen Xucong wrapped Du Xingqing. Du Xingqing's back was stiff, and he almost stopped breathing. This feeling is hard to describe. It is the kind of ecstasy of getting what you want, but also worrying about gain and loss like a dream So much so that Du Xingqing forgot tonight and what night.

It was just a hug, and Du Xingqing was as unreal as a dream. The next moment, Wen Xucong's words sent him directly into the endless hell, beyond redemption.

After Wen Xucong hugged him quietly for a while, he said in a very light, low voice that sounded like a coquettish voice to Du Xingqing's self-love, "Take me away, okay?"

The author has something to say: Let me tell the truth, I have been so diligent these two days, you can’t even praise me (●°u°●)? ? "