three feet away from me

The showers have just stopped, the flowers and leaves are still covered with dew, the mountains and forests are washed clear, and the wind after the rain is cool?

Wen Xucong's helpless voice came from the small room: "Little Lord Hou, I can go by myself."

Wen Xucong held Du Xingqing's hand, preventing him from bending over.

This? This is the eighth time today that Du Xingqing wanted to walk with Wen Xucong in his arms, so he went out to the distance outside the house. Wen Xucong didn't think he couldn't walk.

"You, you have changed. You were not like this last night. You, you are ruthless." Du Xingqing's shoulders slumped, his expression was sad and indignant, looking at him like looking at a scumbag.

"I didn't? I did, I just..."

"You still had to be nice to me last night and listen to me for the rest of your life, and you forgot," Du Xingqing burst into tears, almost biting his handkerchief: "You men, you don't cherish it once you get it."

"Are you? Are you acting like a baby?" Wen Xucong rubbed his brows. He didn't go to sleep until dawn last night, and Du Xingqing was crying beside him again.

"Hey!" Du Xingqing took this opportunity, picked up Wen Xucong, and strode out of the house.

Putting the person carefully on the chair under the eaves, Du Xingqing still wanted to go into the house to get a blanket for Wen Xucong.

Wen Xucong's head hurt even more: "Little? Lord Hou, it's July now."

He is not a woman who has just given birth to a child and can't get wind.

Du Xingqing stopped resentfully; "I'm afraid you'll catch a cold. The book says you're prone to fever."

Little? Master Hou was kind, but Wen Xucong narrowed his eyes and grasped something more important: "What book?"

"Ah!" Du Xingqing was vague.

"What book, where and when did you read it?"

"Ah, that, you," the young master asked repeatedly, Du Xingqing faltered, and became even more flustered under Wen Xucong's gaze: "I have forgotten some of the miscellaneous books I read before, it's just a matter of adulthood , can’t get on the table, can’t get on the table.”

Wen Xucong became even more suspicious: "But it doesn't seem like you forgot what you did yesterday."

"I really forgot." Du Xingqing squatted in front of Wen Xucong solemnly.

"But... um!"

The young master was too difficult to deal with, and the young master Hou couldn't stand it anymore, so he had to lean over and stop the young master's mouth.

The dewdrops on the leaves were blown by the wind, rolled around, rolled around, and finally fell from the treetops along the veins.

In just one day, the young master Hou, who didn't even dare to pull his hand, made rapid progress, and he didn't let him go until Wen Xucong was out of breath.

"You..." The young master blushed, and he covered his mouth and wanted to say something, but the young master Hou held his shoulder with an innocent face, and the words he wanted to say rolled around on the tip of his tongue and fell back.

Ever since he opened his eyes today, Du Xingqing seemed to have just started a new life, watching the opportunity, and never let go of a chance to kiss Xu Cong.

"Take it easy." Wen Xucong said to him in a small voice.

"Well, I'll try my best."

"Little? Master Hou!"

"Oh no," Wen Xucong was picked up and sat on Du Xingqing's lap. Du Xingqing hugged his waist from behind, dissatisfied and wanted to bite the young master, but Wen Xucong's white neck was exposed Qingqingzizi, I can only give up: "We are all like this, why do you still call me Xiao? Hou Ye, don't say my husband, you can call me by my first name!"

"Hey, hey!" Du Xingqing's voice suddenly turned a corner: "If you don't bark, don't bark, don't pinch me, Xu Cong, Xu Cong! Let go! It hurts."

Wen Xucong let go of him: "Don't talk nonsense."

It's fine if you don't say anything, Du Xingqing hugged Wen Xucong, and rubbed against his neck, like a cat, a little itchy, Wen Xucong shrank his neck.

The air after the heavy rain is the best. There are puddles on the ground that are bright and majestic, reflecting the tree branches shaking on the water. The two of them watched quietly for a while, and Du Xingqing thought about it. Personally, I'm really a little thin: "Do you want to eat something?? There's still a lot you bought yesterday? Haven't eaten yet?"

Du Xingqing's original intention? It was cakes or he went to cook some meat for the young master. Wen Xucong looked at the sky and pinched Du Xingqing's fingers and thought for a while: "I haven't drunk the old man's wine that I bought yesterday."

"Wine?" Du Xingqing was taken aback.

Wen Xucong leaned back on Du Xingqing's body, and pointed his finger towards the room? The pile of things I bought yesterday? How many large cans of wine bottles were particularly conspicuous: "Yes."

"Drink less, don't choke." Unable to resist, Du Xingqing found a small wine glass and poured Wen Xucong a small glass, and handed it to Wen Xucong. He was still a little worried: "Have you ever drank wine before? "

"No? I've drank it, but the old man said it's not intoxicating, and none of it smells like alcohol."

"Okay!" Du Xingqing gave Wen Xucong a cup in doubt.

Wen Xucong: "I think I can..."

Du Xingqing raised his eyebrows: "Do you want to drink?"

Little? Young master? He spoke, and obediently drank a glass of wine in Du Xingqing's hand.

"what about the taste?"

Wen Xucong's Adam's apple slid up and down, swallowing the wine: "I think you can change to a bigger glass."

Does this fruit wine really have any taste? Du Xingqing also drank a cup and thought it was not. It has a spicy taste, but it is sweet and sour. Wen Xucong likes to drink it, and I heard that this wine is not intoxicating, so I fed it He is half a jug big.

But why hasn’t it? People who have drunk overestimated their own drinking capacity, and the old man also underestimated the wine he brewed.

It was the first time for Wen Xucong to drink something that wasn't all sweet but also a little stimulating. Du Xingqing let him go again, without restraint for a while, and if he wasn't careful, he drank a little too much.

"Du Xingqing!"

Du Xingqing, who was packing the bottles and jars, was taken aback, and Wen Xucong under the eaves had a serious face.

Du Xingqing walked over: "It's not that you didn't call my name just now."

With a snap, Du Xingqing was hit.

"What's the matter? Yes." Du Xingqing took Wen Xucong's hand and looked at it: "You hit him so hard, your hand doesn't hurt!"

"You made me dizzy." The little boy's jade face was frosty, very much like his appearance in the academy before.

"Aren't you drunk?" Du Xingqing touched Wen Xucong's face, it was a little hot, this? Why can't a person drink too much!

The young master's face was noble and glamorous, with an expression of whether you know what you are going to say: "I told you not to shake."

"I didn't?" Du Xingqing didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and reached out to pull him: "Why don't you go back to bed and sleep for a while."

"Don't touch me, I'll vomit." The little boy looked at him calmly.

"..."

Du Xingqing didn't move.

With a snap, the young master frowned, "I told you not to move."

"I'm wrong, okay? Let me move, or I won't feel well." Du Xingqing rubbed the young master's head, making his black hair fluffy.

The young master looked at him for a while, and seeing Du Xingqing's sincerity, he mercifully let him go. Since he is uncomfortable, let him move. I can bear seeing dizziness or something. .

Du Xingqing withdrew his hand, squatted in front of him and looked at him. He was drunk and drunk, but his family was okay, and it was not unreasonable.

"Du Xingqing!"

"I am here!"

"I'm going to see the rabbit." The unreasonable man grabbed his sleeve.

Du Xingqing turned his head to look at the puddles on the ground, the water droplets on the leaves, the dew on the grass, and the densely packed thorns: "Now?"

The author has something to say: the previous chapter was banned, woo woo woo