three feet away from me

The beginning of autumn is not yet over, the sun in July and August is still very hot, the golden sunshine is shining all over the ground, the shadows of the trees in the mountains and forests are whirling, and the shadows cast on the ground are refreshing and cool.

The roof of the cabin is blocked by a few trees, and there is a small table and two small wooden chairs outside the house. You don’t need to shake a fan here. It looks cool.

The wind in the mountain was strong, and gusts of wind blew from time to time, and the wooden door creaked. A moment later, there was a rattling sound from inside the house. Then, the slender boy opened the door, and only approved A tunic, the middle coat is loosely worn on the body.

Now at this time, the inside and outside of the house are equally bright. The boy opened the door and didn't even think about closing it. He yawned and squatted by the door to fiddle with the latch.

The bed in the room sank into a lump, and there was still one person asleep. The young man turned the door bolt very lightly, but there was still a slight sound. squatting next to the boy.

The young man has red lips and white teeth, his forehead is still upturned, a lock of hair is still on his head, he is squatting in front of the door, his eyes are drooping, and he looks sleepy.

Wen Xucong put his head on his knees, looked at the door bolt for a while, then at Du Xing, who came over, but didn't speak.

Du Xingqing rubbed the little young master's head, and the dull hair standing on the top of his head was rubbed off.

"It's loose here." Holding his knuckle fingers against the door bolt, Du Xing? Qing handle? The wood hanging on the door? The bolt? Show him: "Did you see it?"

Wen Xucong stretched out his index finger and poked it: "I saw it, what should I do?"

"Find something to nail it up? Ah!" Wen Xu Congcai's dazed energy of getting up was really interesting, and Du Xing laughed.

"There are no nails here?" Wen Xucong looked at the empty hut. There were only tables, chairs, cabinets, and a few sets of clothes. They had just been tidied up yesterday, and there was not a single nail in the cracks in the walls.

"Then? What should I do?" Du Xingqing knocked on his head in distress, then pulled Wen Xucong up from the ground and pushed him onto the bed to sit down, leaning over and looking at him with a low smile: "Did you sleep well?" ? Do you still want to sleep for a while?"

Wen Xucong raised his eyes and looked over, Du Xingqing's face just came into view, the distance was a bit dangerous, his eyes flickered: "I don't want to."

"Then? Let's go down the mountain to buy nails? Okay, this door is so noisy that I can't sleep well every night."

Wen Xucong looked at him, suddenly tilted his head, and kissed Du Xingqing on the face, and it fell apart quickly.

Young master? Kissed someone, but he was obviously embarrassed to support his blushing face, and forced himself to look away calmly: "Okay."

That kiss was very light, but Du Xingqing could still feel the soft and cold touch on his face. He didn't move, and kept this posture in a daze, looking a little silly.

The air in the quiet cabin seemed to freeze, and after a while, there was a burst of jumping noises.

"I'll bring you a crown? Tie up? Hair."

The box was turned over in a mess, and I thought it was all good-looking, but when I thought about putting it on Wen Xucong's head, I thought none of it was good-looking. Du Xingqing looked at the box for a while, and decided to move it away In front of Wen Xucong?

Inside, the hair crown hosta lay in a pile in fragments, and it was hard to tell who was originally a pair with whom. At first glance, it looked like it had been destroyed by someone.

Wen Xucong looked at it for a long time, and finally took the headband on the head of the bed and tied it up.

"Then? I'll get you some water to wash up."

In a hurry, Du Xingqing sprinkled Wen Xucong with water, and Wen Xucong picked up his wet clothes and remained silent.

"Shall I bring you clothes?"

Clothes are held in front of Wen Xucong indiscriminately? Du Xing? The daring take off Wen Xucong's clothes and want to help him change, Wen Xucong raised his hand to block it. Du Xing, who is not a little rational at this time Qing's subordinates didn't know how important it was, and with a thud, Wen Xucong's sleeve was ripped off by a section, revealing half of his fair and smooth shoulders.

Wen Xucong closed his eyes, and couldn't hold back: "Are you trying to torment me because you don't like me?"

He didn't, Du Xingqing squatted aside aggrieved, not daring to make Wen Xucong angry.

It wasn't until Wen Xucong changed into a blue robe, with a graceful appearance, that he quickly changed into a white robe, and walked towards the door in high spirits: "Let's go!"

Du Xing? Wearing white, he looks like a jade tree, with a gentle and jade-like temperament. Wen Xucong couldn't help but take a few more glances, but? He really didn't ignore a very serious fact: "Don't you wash your face?"

"Wash your face!" Du Xingqing was taken aback for a moment, and immediately raised his head and chest: "I won't wash!"

Wen Xucong was stunned by him and paused: "Why didn't you wash it?"

Du Xingqing glanced at him, and said louder than before: "You kissed me just now, I don't want to wash my face!"

At that moment, Wen Xucong didn't know what it was like in his heart. In the next stick of incense, Wen Xucong tried to persuade Du Xing? It was not the same thing that he kissed him, and that he didn't wash his face. Two things that conflict.

But Du Xingqing was obviously a reckless guy, so he just didn't move. In the end, he shackled the veil Wen Xucong used to wipe his face, and refused to do so.

Wen Xucong was not as strong as him, and the two of them wrestled for a long time, his face was flushed with exhaustion, and he patted his hand on his waist out of breath: "Du Xingqing!"

Seeing that the young master was a little annoyed, Du Xingqing blinked his eyes: "Then? I washed my face, and you kiss me again to make it up? It won't be a pity."

What kind of nonsense is this? Wen Xucong was angry and funny. He leaned against Du Xingqing's arms for a while, and saw a piece of sunlight shining into the room, mixed with the shadows of flowers and plants.

"it is good."

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