three feet away from me

Regarding the matter of Wen Xucong's right hand, the two of them tacitly chose not to mention it. Wen Xucong didn't want to mention it, and Du Xingqing didn't dare to mention it.

But all in all, what happened was unpleasant. When Wen Xucong was sleeping at night, he closed his eyes, and his heart was still filled with unspeakable boredom.

Du Xingqing was right next to him, and Wen Xucong carefully copied Du Xingqing's face through the moonlight, thinking about it, he didn't know what he was bored with.

But it was? There was a piece of pressure on his heart, and it was there, so that he wouldn't be suffocated, but it made him unable to breathe smoothly, and he was extremely bored.

Du Xingqing closed his eyes and hugged him: "Why don't you sleep?"

"No sleep." Wen Xucong retorted softly.

"Then close your eyes quickly," Du Xingqing patted his head with one hand: "Hurry up and fall asleep?"

Because of this movement, Wen Xucong was in Du Xingqing's arms, buried his head in front of Du Xingqing's chest, and the tip of his nose lingered. Wen Xucong rubbed against the boy's strong arms, picking He took a comfortable posture and closed his gloomy eyes.

I don't know when it started to rain, pattering, hitting the eaves, covering the sound of insects outside the house, and the bed curtain was opaque, but could not block the sound, Wen Xucong moved, dazed He grabbed Du Xingqing's lapel.

Zheng Xiang, who was sleeping in Du Xingqing, patted Wen Xucong's back comfortingly: "What's wrong?"

Wen Xucong is listening? The sound of rain, eyes can't be opened, the voice is close to Du Xingqing's chest, muffled: "It's raining." "It's okay," Du Xingqing took him into his arms and hugged him even tighter : "Sleep with you."

Just such a sentence, Wen Xucong, who was holding Du Xingqing's clothes, let go of his hands, and nestled in his arms relaxedly, as if the sky had fallen, as long as he said "it's okay, sleep with you", he can sleep soundly .

But this kind of security did not last for a long time. At some point, Wen Xucong's reassuring embrace disappeared.

Wen Xucong curled up unsteadily on the bed, even his thick eyelashes were trembling, his brows became more and more wrinkled, and suddenly, he opened his eyes suddenly!

no one around...

Du Xingqing disappeared again.

Wen Xucong first twitched silently for a while, then he lowered his head and covered his chest with his hands, tightening more and more tightly until his fingers turned white.

The sun is just right outside the house, and the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, but he can't hear the sound at all.

Just when Wen Xucong's heart ached and he was about to be out of breath, there was suddenly the sound of a long sword piercing through the air and a sharp sword dancing outside.

Wen Xucong raised his eyes...

The rain stopped, the leaves were washed bright by the rain, and the sky was also a clean blue. Du Xingqing was wearing narrow sleeves and was practicing his sword. His every move was full of youthful vigor.

Sensing the movement in the room, Du Xingqing pulled a beautiful sword flower, neatly put the sword behind his back, and grinned into the room: "Xu Cong, you're awake!"

Du Xingqing didn't tie his hair up today, but tied a red headband, which made his appearance much more flamboyant.

"Young Master..." Wen Xucong looked at him, frowned and murmured in a low voice, "I'm fine? I seem to be sick."

"What did you say?" His voice was too low. Du Xingqing strode into the room, threw the sword beside the bed, and touched his forehead: "Why are you in a cold sweat? Have you had a nightmare?"

He sat by the bed, the red hair band hanging down with the black hair, and fell by Wen Xucong's hand.

Wen Xucong put his fingers together and twirled a strand of Du Xingqing's hair. There was a smile on his face, and his eyes lighted up: "Young Master, you're so good today."

"Say, what are you talking about!" Wen Xucong was rarely so straightforward and eager. Du Xingqing curled up his fingers unconsciously, with that embarrassment on his face and a joyful smile.

Wen Xucong raised his hand to touch his face, like? He suddenly remembered and asked casually: "How many days have we been here?"

Du Xingqing's body froze.

"I am? Just ask, I haven't been in the mountains enough yet," Wen Xucong smiled again, got out of bed and put on a coat, and pulled Du Xingqing to sit in front of the mirror: "Your hairband is loose, I will give you You do it again."

The young man in the mirror has gentle eyebrows and eyes. It should be the first time for the young man to tie someone else's headband, but he did it very carefully, with delicate and gentle movements. Du Xingqing looked at it for a long time and couldn't help but relax. Get up, close your eyes and you're about to fall asleep?

Loosen the hair tie, comb the hair, and then tie it up with a hair tie. Wen Xucong tied a good-looking knot, stared at the back of Du Xingqing's head for a long time, and praised: "Good-looking .”

"..." Du Xingqing rubbed his head and hair, not sure if it was a compliment to his own craftsmanship or a compliment to his hair?

"Today? Where do you want to go?" Wen Xucong asked him, implying something: "There is no food."

"Beautiful thinking!" Du Xingqing, who was still immersed in fluttering just now, pointed with his finger, and met the innocent eyes of the young man: "Don't even think about going to the streets."

Due to Wen Xucong's many previous convictions, Du Xingqing forcefully deprived the young man of his right to go to the streets, isn't he? It's unreasonable, if? .

But the young man likes to eat those sweet and greasy things on the street, and he is ashamed, so he refuses to go in line. Du Xingqing is afraid that he will go again alone. , He was not allowed to go to the streets.

To Du Xingqing's surprise, Wen Xucong, who used to endure his temper and spend a long time with him, just blinked his eyes slightly this time to express his regret.

So? Little Hou Ye went out smoothly, and he walked around the long street with the pastry, and greeted him from those who had met him a few times: "I'm here to buy candied lotus root cake again!"

Du Xingqing smiled and nodded.

The sweet-toothed little boy at home was at the foot of the mountain, holding his knees in a daze, waiting for him to come back.

The author has something to say: I'm so good, I finished this chapter on the bus and went to eat barbecue!