three feet away from me

The sun was hanging in the sky, the bright light hurt people's eyes, and the shadows of the trees swayed. In front of the small wooden house in the mountain, the young man opened the door of the small wooden house with a bowl of porridge.

The young man has a handsome appearance, a tall and straight figure, and a refreshing look that cannot be concealed between his brows and eyes. He put the porridge on the head of the bed and sat down beside the bed: "Xu Cong, get up and have some porridge."

The boy on the bed closed his eyes, naturally he wouldn't pay attention to him.

Du Xingqing smiled, and pinched the young master's fair and tender face: "It's already noon, how can you sleep so well! Doesn't your head hurt?"

I slept until noon? Because of someone, Wen Xucong reacted, turned over angrily, buried his head in the pillow, but couldn't get up.

This guy Du Xingqing tossed him all night, he didn't dress him well after cleaning him, picked a comfortable one from the closet, and put it on for Wen Xucong, didn't realize it was? A coat Robe, or? Du Xingqing's.

When Wen Xucong turned over, his loose robe fell off, revealing his bruised shoulders, Du Xingqing's throat tightened.

He pulled the quilt up to cover Wen Xucong's shoulders, and Wen Xucong shrank into a ball and did not move.

He patted the lump on the bed lightly: "Come out and eat!"

The quilt was silent.

Du Xingqing shouted again: "Xu Cong, get up."

Quilt or? No movement.

The four corners of the quilt collapsed silently, symbolizing the determination of the people huddled inside to never come out.

All right!Du Xingqing took off his shoes helplessly, turned over and lay down on the bed with his clothes on, stretched out his long arms and dragged him and the quilt into his arms, and put his hands dishonestly into the quilt. Since he couldn't get up, do something to get him up It's okay not to have a bed.

"Du Xingqing!" Wen Xucong's face was flushed, his clothes were messy and he hugged the quilt and shrunk back, his eyes were full of watery eyes: "Stay away from me."

Du Xingqing leaned against the head of the bed, smiling so much that Wen Xucong wanted to punch him in the face.

"Sober!"

Wen Xucong glared at him, but this look really didn't have any deterrent effect, on the contrary it made Du Xingqing's heart soften.

"Okay!" Du Xingqing whispered softly, as if coaxing a child: "Yes? I'm wrong, but I have to eat! Be obedient and have some porridge."

Wen Xucong sat under the quilt? He didn't speak, but rolled his eyes slightly.

Du Xingqing held the porridge bowl, stirred it with a spoon, took a spoonful and passed it to Wen Xucong's lips: "Take a bite, I boiled it in the morning, and it's still warm now."

The porridge is? Mushroom porridge, with shredded pork and chopped green onion added in, it smells good and tastes good.

Wen Xucong swallowed the porridge, and suddenly raised his eyes: "Now? Just give me porridge."

The tone? Still? The usual deserted, but? Du Xingqing could hear a subtle complaint, he won't cherish it anymore, now? He can only eat porridge for dinner, and he clearly saw a few of them from his eyes. Big characters: You scumbag!

Isn't that what he said just a few days ago!

"Okay, you," Du Xingqing angrily wiped off the water stains on Wen Xucong's lips with his fingers, and fed him with a small spoon: "I'll go to the slope in the morning to find you mushrooms and stew porridge for you. I brought it back to you, why don’t you feel satisfied! Besides, I didn’t eat in the morning, can I eat those big fish and meat that are too greasy?”

Wen Xucong opened his mouth to speak, but Du Xingqing stuffed him with a spoonful of porridge and swallowed it vaguely? Du Xingqing saw that he was almost choking, and his movements were much gentler. Wen Xucong could speak now, and he looked away. Just? A small snort.

After finishing a bowl of porridge, Du Xingqing went again? To fetch water for the ancestors to wash their faces, and to serve the ancestors to comb their hair.

Wen Xucong felt uncomfortable? He folded his clothes and asked Du Xingqing to go out, and he wore them himself.

"What are you afraid of!" Du Xingqing lifted Wen Xucong out of the quilt: "I've never seen what you look like, so why be ashamed."

Wen Xucong was dressed and sat by the bed, his snow-white face was numb. He watched Du Xingqing looking for a comb on the table, thinking in his heart, you are shy.

Dress up the young master, comb his hair, and tie a headband. The young master is still looking down at the ground, no matter how Du Xingqing teases him, he just doesn't speak.

Du Xingqing coaxed him for a long time, but finally heaved a helpless sigh. He squatted down in front of Wen Xucong, holding his wrist with both hands. Wen Xucong's wrist was white and delicate, and it felt particularly good.

"Don't be mad at me. It's my fault. I won't make trouble with you next time."

Wen Xucong pursed his lips, looking a little aggrieved: "I told you to stop last night, but you didn't stop."

"I know? I know it! Besides? You..." Facing Wen Xucong's gaze, Du Xingqing swallowed his words and laughed again: "Yes? Yes? Yes? I'm a bastard. I'll be gentle from now on. A little, don't get angry, okay?"

Wen Xucong looked at him, took Du Xingqing's hand into his arms behind his back, and played with his fingers.

Wen Xucong lowered his head and played with Du Xingqing's hand: "My legs hurt and my waist is sore."

"I'll give you a rub."

One hand was held by Wen Xucong? In his hand, Du Xingqing stood up and hugged Wen Xucong with the other hand, let him lean on? The head of the bed, and massaged the muscles of Wen Xucong's waist through his clothes.

Du Xingqing's strength was neither light nor heavy, the soreness under his hands healed a lot, Wen Xucong squinted his eyes comfortably, like a cat being groomed.

While rubbing his waist, Du Xingqing looked at his expression, and he was relieved? He's not angry now? It should be.

"You are not allowed to eat leeks in the future."

No one spoke in the room for a long time, Wen Xucong suddenly said something, Du Xingqing almost couldn't hold back, he suppressed a smile: "Okay, let's not eat that stuff."

Wen Xucong's hair was smoothed, and he leaned back in satisfaction, his eyelids were half-knocked together, and he began to doze off.

The author has something to say: Big Gazi, don’t you love me? You don’t want me anymore when you have Little Orange.Woohoo, I've already fainted in the toilet.