three feet away from me

The two of them roasted by the fire for a long time under the tree. Du Xingqing picked up the knife and poked the top of the rabbit. He nodded in satisfaction at the scorched rabbit meat, and then used the knife to slice the tenderest meat. A piece of it was handed to Wen Xucong's mouth: "Try it, be careful it's hot."

Wen Xucong opened his mouth and bit down on the piece of meat. The saltiness was just right. The skin of the meat was scorched, but the inside was very tender. The little boy was captured by this simple and delicious food, so he squinted his eyes. eyes, like leaning to the side, grabbed Du Xingqing's sleeve and raised his head: "It's delicious!"

Oh!Du Xingqing felt his body float up, and there were small flowers blooming around him. He swayed, and shaved another piece of meat for Wen Xucong: "Eat another piece, come on, give another piece, it's okay Eat another piece."

Du Xingqing and Wen Xucong ate the roasted rabbit with a knife under the tree, leaning against the tree trunk in a daze.

Du Xingqing wiped his hands with a handkerchief: "Go into the house?"

After staying with Du Xingqing for a long time, Wen Xucong also learned that kind of lazy temperament, he looked at the sky and said, "Walk, don't move."

"Ah?" Du Xingqing didn't quite react.

Touched on the stomach, Wen Xucong leaned on him, eyes almost closed: "Hold on."

After he finished speaking, he couldn't help laughing again. The young master smiled and turned to look at Du Xingqing: "I look like a pregnant woman."

This sentence was too fierce, Du Xingqing coughed and trembled for a long time. He held back his cough, pinched the young master's face, and said to himself, I feel like it too, but I dare not say it.

"Then let's sit here for a while."

Wen Xucong moved and said hello.

The sky in the mountains looks much cleaner than that in the city, with long white clouds and distant branches. Du Xingqing looked at it and suddenly wanted to talk to Wen Xucong: "There are not many meters in the house. , let’s go down the mountain to the market tomorrow to buy some food.”

Wen Xucong leaned his head on Du Xingqing's shoulder, he was a little full, and his eyes became heavy: "Okay, you can still go and see? The wine buyer..."

"Impossible," Du Xingqing interrupted him: "There are still a few bottles left, you can only drink three glasses at most, not too much."

The corner of Wen Xucong's mouth curled downwards in a small arc: "Oh."

Du Xingqing clasped Wen Xucong's waist: "It's not good to drink too much of that thing, just drink a few cups every now and then, just be obedient."

"En." Wen Xucong closed his eyes, and responded slightly.

Du Xingqing patted his face lightly: "Sleepy? Go back to bed? Sleep."

Wen Xu leaned heavily on him, closed his eyes, rubbed against him, and said for a moment: "Go? Don't move."

Alright, Du Xingqing turned around, clapped his hands together, and easily hugged Wen Xucong by the waist.

Wen Xucong hugged his neck and buried his head in it.

When Du Xingqing sent him to the bed, Wen Xucong let go of his hands, tied him in a circle on the bed, rolled into the bed, lay down on the pillow, and breathed steadily.

Du Xingqing also took off his shoes and lay beside him, giving Wen Xucong a look: "Don't sleep on your stomach, what a bad habit."

Wen Xucong moved, facing Du Xingqing's sleeping peace.

Is the little sleeping boy really cute and good-looking? The more Du Xingqing looked at him, the more itchy he became. He quietly stretched out his hand to pull Wen Xucong to sleep in his arms.

Wen Xucong closed his eyes: "Hot."

Du Xingqing immediately withdrew his hand, and lay on the side quietly without moving.

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Wen Xucong fell asleep and was woken up by someone poking his face and pulling his eyelashes. He tilted his head, grabbed the troubled hand, rubbed his eyes and sat up, looking out the window.

Well!It's okay today, I didn't sleep till dark.

He propped up the bed and sat up, hair? fell from his shoulders. Du Xingqing held the hair?

The dim sunlight, the swaying branches outside the house, and the two people on the bed were silent for a while,

Du Xingqing rolled his throat up and down and asked him, "Aren't you going to sleep?"

Wen Xucong nodded.

That hand ran along the hair? Up?? Sliding to the shoulder, Du Xingqing gently held it: "Are you hungry?"

Wen Xucong shook his head.

"Okay! Idle is idle, I always have to find something to do."

The hand on his shoulder exerted a slight force, and Du Xingqing pulled Wen Xucong down, tilted his head and kissed him.

The sun quietly hid in the clouds, replaced by the sunset glow. I don’t know when, the crescent moon in the sky appeared, and the tired birds returned to their nests. As the night gradually deepened, insects sang one after another in the wilderness, mountains and forests. Can't stop the whispering private exhortations between the bed curtains.

"You, aren't you tired? Let me take a break? In this way, yes, your health is not good."

"What's bad for your health? I'm fine. If you don't believe me, try it. Be good, relax."

I don't know how long it took before the shaking bed curtain stopped. Du Xingqing hugged Wen Xucong, like a child hugging his beloved doll, and couldn't help feeling that it wasn't real. Only when Wen Xucong is in his arms will he have a down-to-earth sense of reality. The mountains and forests are real, the hut is real, and Wen Xucong is also real.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but bowed his head and kissed Wen Xucong's shoulder.

The cold and soft touch on the shoulder made Wen Xucong, who had little strength left, tremble violently, his eyes and tails were red, and his voice was hoarse: "Young Lord, if you want me to die, just say so. , there's no need to torment me like this."

Rubbing Wen Xucong's hair, Du Xingqing smiled softly: "What are you talking about?"

Wen Xucong sighed: "It's not honorable to die like this."

"Okay," Du Xingqing brought Wen Xucong back again, covered him with a quilt and hugged him tightly: "Go to sleep, I won't trouble you."

The tables and chairs in the house were clearly outlined by the moonlight, the curtains of the bed hung on the ground, and a small gap was exposed in the window, covering up the charming atmosphere of the room.

The author has something to say: A little cutie said about Wen Xucong’s personality problem. In fact, in my opinion, the fact that he and Du Xingqing are gone means that he has put down some things and wants to spend some time on the mountain with Du Xingqing , he is not very old, and when he meets someone who pampers him, he will inevitably have a childish temper