three feet away from me

The sky was gloomy, and the setting sun couldn't stay in the forest for long. After the sunset appeared for a moment, it went down, and it was dark inside and outside the house.

When Wen Xucong woke up, Du Xingqing was lighting the lamp. After blowing out the fire, Du Xingqing glanced at the bed and smiled: "Wake up! Head still? Does it hurt?"

Du Xingqing put a candle by the bed, and looked at the young master by the candlelight: "Are you sober? What have you done? Do you remember?"

Wen Xucong looked at him, and after he reminded him, the story of dragging Du Xingqing to look for rabbits in the woods that had just rained immediately came to mind, and even the scene of kicking water under the tree was very clear. .

There was a momentary blankness on the little boy's face.

"Look? You look like this. Do you want to wake up!" Du Xingqing snorted, brought over the sweet soup on the head of the bed, blew on it, and handed it to Wen Xucong's mouth: "Drink some soup, or else You have a headache, take advantage of the time you are drinking the soup, think about it, think about it, and then say to yourself, do you want to drink again next time?"

Fearing that Wen Xucong would wake up with a headache and not enough to drink, Du Xingqing boiled a large pot and put it in a sea bowl without a spoon, and just put it in front of Wen Xucong in a daze.

Really... a reckless man feeding water.

But the young master, who felt embarrassed, didn't have any objections, and drank the soup from Du Xingqing's hand.

Du Xingqing took the bowl and looked? Wen Xucong's cheeks were bulging when he drank the soup, and his heart softened again, and he couldn't stop asking, "Is there anything uncomfortable, I'll rub it for you."

Wen Xucong swallowed the soup: "No."

Du Xingqing squeezed Wen Xucong's face, jokingly: "Who are you awakening? It was just dark and people were about to go to bed. Fortunately, you woke up after a good night's sleep."

Wen Xucong didn't speak, but felt guilty and involuntarily rubbed the hand holding his face.

Du Xingqing felt that the throbbing things in his chest were gradually dissolving, he held Wen Xucong in his arms and did not speak.

"Come up and sleep." Wen Xucong pulled him.

"Then what are you doing?" Du Xingqing looked down at the sleeve that was grabbed by his slender fingers: "Sing to me to lull me to sleep?"

Wen Xucong also lowered his head, and said in a low voice, "I don't know how to sing."

"Can't sleep?" Du Xing counted Wen Xucong's head, and raised his head; "Next time you're drunk, why don't you go and find a rabbit?"

Wen Xucong blinked: "I won't look for it anymore."

"Still? Kick me under the tree?"

Wen Xucong shook his head: "I won't kick anymore."

"Next time? Are you drunk?"

Wen Xucong said honestly, "I won't drink anymore."

"Okay!" Du Xingqing flicked Wen Xucong's forehead: "It's okay if you get drunk next time, get up and get dressed, and I'll take you out for a walk."

Du Xingqing stood up and went to find clothes in the closet, while Wen Xucong sat on the bed and covered his head in a daze.

When Du Xingqing brought the clothes over and put them on the bed frame, the young master still hadn't recovered. Du Xingqing pulled him out of the bed: "What are you doing sitting there stupidly? Why, my head doesn't feel dizzy after sleeping for a whole day!"

"No, isn't it?" Wen Xucong's hand was lifted by Du Xingqing to put on his clothes: "Aren't you sleeping?"

"Oh, I don't sleep," Du Xingqing straightened Wen Xucong's collar and tied his belt, and replied very calmly: "Today you fell asleep and I slept for a while, and I can't sleep much now. "

Still feeling hungover, Wen Xucong turned his head to look at him, dazed, feeling something was wrong, but couldn't tell what was wrong.

When he was dizzy, Du Xingqing also changed his clothes, stood beside him and bent down to meet him: "What's wrong?"

"Huh?" Wen Xucong came back to his senses: "No."

"Let's go then."

Du Xingqing led him closer to the outside of the house where the moonlight was shining brightly.

Although it rained last night, there was sunshine during the day, and the trees, flowers and plants were illuminated by the sun for a whole day. At this time, the water marks are all dry.

The creek didn't look deep, but it wasn't shallow either. Du Xingqing jumped on a big rock, turned around to help Wen Xucong: "This rock is slippery, hold me tight."

The sky was low, and the young master was standing among the mountains, forests and grasslands, smiling and reaching out to him. At that moment, the young man's feelings were hot and strong, breaking through the ground suddenly, and blooming into the best flowers.

The water surface was windy, Wen Xucong pulled his hair behind his ear with one hand, and stretched out his other hand to grab Du Xingqing's hand. Du Xingqing immediately held him tightly with his backhand, and pulled Wen Xucong over with his hand.

"You are really too light." Putting the person on the ground, Du Xingqing moved his hand to Wen Xucong's waist: "The waist is also so thin, are you? Isn't it? Picky eaters when you were young?"

Wen Xucong was a little itchy, he moved? He lowered his eyes: "It's good to be able to eat enough when you are young. How can you be picky eaters?"

Du Xingqing was slightly taken aback: "The prime minister's house is still there? Can't afford food!"

"No?" Wen Xucong took off the hand on his waist, and played with Du Xingqing's fingers while stepping on the shadow of the trees: "When I was young, my father was busy. At that time, he was not? There are not many people in the family, and sometimes there is no food when it is time to eat."

"Yes? Do you want to eat together when your father comes back?"

Wen Xucong thought for a while and said, "It's almost like this."

"That's it? You little boy is too serious, you don't know how to find something to eat by yourself." In front of you is a hillside with small flowers, and the moonlight is pouring down. You can see the big bright moon at a glance when you lie on it.

With a sound of "Hey", Du Xingqing pulled Wen Xucong down.

He fell on the grass, and Du Xingqing fell on top of him.

He put his arms around Wen Xucong, and smiled: "When I was young, he and Zhou Ce went up trees to dig out bird eggs, went uphill to catch rabbits, and went down rivers to insert fish. There was never a day when I was hungry."

It was uncomfortable to lie down like this, so Wen Xucong climbed off Du Xingqing's body, lay on the grass with his head supported on one hand, and looked at him with warm eyes: "Are the rabbits roasted for eating?"

"My hand-stir-fry at that time might have wasted that rabbit, so I could only pluck its hair and use it for roasting." Du Xingqing looked at the moon with a bit of regret.

"Oh~"

"I'll grill you fish tomorrow, okay?"

"I don't like fish."

"You little boy, you say you are picky eaters? If you don't believe me, what's the matter with the fish! Forget it, then I will roast rabbits for you tomorrow. You can eat rabbits!"

"Yes," Wen Xucong was a little skeptical: "Young master, can you roast rabbits?"

"You are questioning me! Young master, pay attention to your words," Du Xingqing nodded his forehead seriously: "Brother Qing, when I was a child, the rabbits I baked when I was young were not ninety? Eight hundred, I'm sorry for you saying that Those dead rabbits!"

"Then I'll try."

Du Xingqing put down his hand in satisfaction: "That's not bad."

Du Xingqing's childhood was very attractive to Wen Xucong. He listened quietly, the surroundings were brightly illuminated by the moonlight, Wen Xucong lowered his head and smiled slightly, his expression was gentler than the moonlight.