three feet away from me

An extraordinary day usually starts in the morning. Du Xingqing is destined to live this day infrequently.

At first, it was just dawn outside, and he was sleeping right on his pillow with the breeze from the mountains, when suddenly, a loud explosion sounded so loud that he almost jumped out of bed.

He hasn't opened his eyes yet? His conditioned reflex is to hug the person next to him, but the hug is empty.

Du Xingqing had never woken up so quickly, and immediately sat up, his little son!He is such a big, white and clean little boy!

Just thinking about it? Young master, the young master has come in.

The little boy is still the same boy, with a full beard and tail, but there are a few black spots on his face, and the clothes Du Xingqing bought for him are also torn. It looks like it has been burnt. From Du Xingqing's point of view, the whole person seemed to have fallen into a coal pile.

"Are you OK!"

Du Xingqing: "...I should ask you this. It's early in the morning. What are you doing?"

Wen Xucong patted the hem of his clothes, and the blackened fabric that had been scorched by the fire fell on the ground. His face was expressionless: "Why does bamboo burst when it is used for fire?"

Tomorrow? Tomorrow? He saw that Du Xingqing had burned it too. The fire was so fast that there was no sound at all.

"No? No? No?" Du Xingqing thought of something and raised an eyebrow: "You should be burning a bamboo tube, no? It's a bamboo block!"

Wen Xucong glanced at him, didn't he understand? It was used to burn the fire, and finally turned into a pile of ashes. It doesn't matter what shape it was before it was burned.

Du Xingqing sighed, got out of bed and wiped the ashes on the young master's face: "The bamboo joints need to be broken, no? Of course it will explode when you light the fire, but what are you doing with the fire in the morning?"

The ashes on his face were wiped off, Wen Xucong pursed his lips, and the clean and cool young man came back again: "Cook the porridge."

"Wait for me to get up and cook." Du Xing squeezed his shoulders and hands, and counted his forehead: "I will cook later."

Wen Xucong lowered his head, retracted his fingers shyly, and then let go. Just as he was about to speak, Du Xingqing said again.

"Did you? Did you wake up when you were hungry?" The more Du Xingqing thought about it, the more he felt it was possible: "In the future, you should eat more at night, and I will give you two extra cakes before going to bed."

Wen Xucong's face was a little dark.

Du Xingqing saw it, thought that the young master was afraid of gaining weight, and comforted him: "It's okay, you're not fat, it doesn't matter if you eat more."

Xu Cong's face was completely cold at this time, and he let out a "cooling air".

Then, Du Xingqing took a look at Wen Xucong's clothes that had burned a few holes: "Look, these clothes are all burnt out, so why not next time? Maybe you're playing with fire, do you hear me?"

Getting up early to cook was said by him to play with fire, isn't Wen Xucong? Wanting to talk to him, he silently lowered his eyes, turned and walked towards the door.

After walking a few steps, someone grabbed his wrist. Du Xingqing pulled? With a push of his hand, the handsome young man sat on his lap.

Although Wen Xucong didn't speak, he just looked away and didn't think about getting up from Du Xingqing.

"I know Xu Cong wants to cook me a bowl of porridge, but I can cook it!"

Du Xingqing hugged him with both hands, and the breath he exhaled while speaking sprayed behind Wen Xucong's ears, making him shrink back unconsciously: "itch."

Du Xingqing smiled and rubbed the itchy flesh for him: "The next time I go to the kitchen alone, the bamboo bursts, the kitchen burns, and there are a few holes in the clothes. It's a trivial matter. What if you get hurt? manage!"

As the sky gradually dawned, the birds came out of their nests and chirped on the branches, crisp and melodious, but Wen Xucong felt that the voice of the young master was more beautiful than the birds singing on the branches.

Wen Xucong frowned, leaned back gently, and fell on Du Xingqing's body. Du Xingqing smiled. This little gesture of leaning and hugging? Wen Xucong expressed whether he was angry? Every time it came out, Du Xingqing felt so soft that he couldn't do it.

Du Xingqing hugged Wen Xucong for a while in the morning light. He sniffed and smelled a pungent smell: "What is this smell?"

Wen Xucong also sniffed quietly for a while, and at the end, his expression changed, he jumped off Du Xingqing and ran outside the house, Du Xingqing didn't even grab a piece of his clothes.

However, it was too late.

There was a pot of rice porridge in the pot, which was already mushy, and white smoke was emitting faintly, and the burnt smell lingered in the nostrils of the two of them, which would not dissipate for a long time.

Du Xingqing didn't dare to look at the young master's face.

After all, it was the soft heart that prevailed, Du Xingqing took a spoonful and put it in his mouth with courage...

"Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough!" The young master coughed earth-shatteringly. He supported the stove and shook his hand with difficulty: "I can't eat it anymore, I can't eat this kind of food anymore."

"You, what are you doing eating him!" Wen Xucong patted his back. He was a little bit lost and turned into helplessness by this man. He knew Du Xingqing was a tiger, but he didn't expect Du Xingqing to be like this.

"Let's pour it out,... eat it."

Wen Xucong reached out to lift the pot, but Du Xingqing pressed his hand: "You can still eat it,... pour it."

Wen Xucong frowned and looked at it? Is the food in the pot still edible?

"It's edible, but it's poured down."

Du Xingqing searched around the house, took a few scallions, poked a few holes in the pot with chopsticks, and inserted the scallions.

"Just be bored for a while."

The final porridge really had no smell, Wen Xucong sometimes couldn't figure it out, how did Du Xingqing know these strange things.

Du Xingqing looked at the young master who was drinking porridge quietly and heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that this matter was finally over, but he didn't expect that this was just the beginning.

After dinner, Wen Xucong said he was going to wash the dishes. How could Du Xingqing let him do the dishes? After collecting the dishes, he went to the sink. Then Wen Xucong turned around and went back to the house to take out the clothes he had worn, ready to wash them. .

Du Xingqing invited his ancestors to the pool: "You wash the dishes, and I'll do the laundry."

Wen Xucong accepted the proposal.

However, with only four or five bowls, Wen Xucong stood by the pool for a while, and two bowls were broken.

"You... pick it up, I'll wash the dishes, can you do the laundry?"

Although he was a little dissatisfied, Wen Xucong squatted quietly in front of the sink and began to wash his clothes.

Du Xingqing heaved a sigh of relief. It's fine if he rubbed his clothes to pieces, but if the bowl is broken, he's afraid of pinching his hands? Du Xingqing cleaned his hands very quickly, and wanted to wash the dishes quickly to take over the young master's job of washing clothes.

Before he finished washing the bowls in the pool, Wen Xucong had already started to dry the clothes. Du Xingqing was taken aback, so fast?

Then the little boy walked up to him with a lot of foam in his hand. He raised a hand to show Du Xingqing: "Will these things disappear after the clothes are dried?"

"This..." Du Xingqing didn't know how to answer.

Then Du Xingqing resigned to his fate and took off the clothes, honestly cleaning them several times.

Wen Xucong squatted next to him to watch, Du Xingqing didn't let him touch the laundry basin, Wen Xucong looked at it for a while, then suddenly stood up and walked into the house.

"Stop! Where are you going, what are you going to do!" Du Xingqing suddenly rang the bell and stopped him.

"I'll go over there with an ax and trim the branches." Wen Xucong looked at the tree above his head, which blocked me from the sun.

"You've gone, will you be able to stop? OK!" Du Xingqing was exhausted this day, and wanted to kneel down for him: "Does being by my side make you so boring?"

"Oh." Wen Xucong turned around, and squatted down next to Du Xingqing again.

After a while, it was a bit boring to watch the young master wash clothes. He looked around the yard, and discussed with Du Xingqing: "I'll go and clean the yard."

Du Xingqing: "..."

The author has something to say: Wen Xucong: Today I am full of fighting spirit, and I will definitely be able to work more. Don't let anyone stop me!

Du Xingqing: Huh huh, ancestor, take a break and stop making trouble.