three feet away from me

Because he was afraid that Wen Xucong would get up again the next day to cut branches in the frying pan, Du Xingqing was careful in the morning.

Sure enough, when the first bird twittered, the person next to him woke up and sat up gently. Du Xingqing didn't move, and waited for the young master to get out of bed before scaring him and pulling him back.

He waited with bated breath, Wen Xucong just leaned on the head of the bed and pulled up the quilt for him. The weather was getting colder and the wind was blowing in the mountains at night, so he needed to add some clothes.

Well, what is Xu Cong going to do?Du Xingqing didn't know what this meant. The young master who couldn't wake up before was waking up at dawn, and he just sat on the bed in a daze without doing anything.

No, it wasn't in a daze, Wen Xucong was looking at him, Du Xingqing felt a gaze fall on his face, although he didn't open his eyes, but he could still feel that gaze was delicate and gentle, like ice and snow melting, and spring flowers blooming , with warmth.

It was so straightforward in the morning, Du Xingqing was still immersed in the joy of being embraced by Wen Xucong's eyes, the person next to him bent down, and his hair swept Du Xingqing's face.

Du Xingqing resisted the urge to scratch, but there was a soft touch on his face, which flashed by.

Du Xingqing immediately fell into a cloud, in a trance, really? Really, the young master is so he-he-he, he wakes up early in the morning without going to sleep? Come to see him, and even kiss him!

The thief who stole the kiss was still very worried that he was making too much noise, so he woke him up, and lay on his stomach cautiously. After looking at Du Xingqing for a long time, he felt that this person must have not woken up, so he took a long breath and kept it. This pose continues? Look at him.

If he still pretends to be sleeping with Du Xingqing at this time, he's not a man!

Du Xingqing suddenly opened his eyes, and met Wen Xucong who was avoiding him.

Wen Xucong was still in a daze before he could speak, but Du Xingqing had already grabbed his shoulders and pulled him down, pressing him with his whole body, and said loudly, "You kissed me secretly, where do you want to go?"

Wen Xucong was taken aback by him, Qing Lingling's eyes looked at him: "Where am I going?"

"Just don't run away!" Du Xingqing lowered his head and slapped him loudly on the face: "This is your punishment for kissing me secretly."

Wen Xucong pampered him very much today. After the kiss, he was not angry or ignored him. He lay on the bed and talked with him in a good-tempered manner: "It's light outside, are you going to wake up?"

The drowsiness disappeared after such a fuss, and Du Xingqing wrapped him and himself in the quilt tightly, like a huge silkworm baby, with only two pairs of eyes exposed.

"Will you get up again later? It's still warm in the bed." Du Xingqing hugged the young master and didn't let go.

Wen Xucong looked out the window: "It's almost autumn."

"It has rained several times, it should be cold."

Wen Xucong counted the days, felt a little cold, and leaned against Du Xingqing: "Yes."

While we were talking, the sun shone into the house before we knew it, and the shadows of the trees outside the window were enshrined in the shadows left by the sun on the wooden boards.

"The sun comes out too early on this mountain." When it was time to cook breakfast, Du Xingqing came out of the quilt consciously, and stroked Wen Xucong's hair: "Are you going to get up or stay on the bed?" Lie down for a while."

Wen Xucong raised his eyes and looked at him. This action made his eyes round: "What do you think?"

"I think?" Du Xingqing laughed: "Do you still want to sleep for a while?"

Wen Xucong shook his head.

"Then get up? Come on!" Du Xingqing fished him out of the quilt: "Maybe I can grow taller in the sun."

In the kitchen, Du Xingqing washed the rice and put it in the pot, and Wen Xucong handed him a small bowl of rice.

"What kind of porridge do you want? Sweet potatoes or mung beans?"

"Sweet potato." Wen Xucong answered immediately.

The sweet potato was seen by Du Xingqing when he went to the market to buy things a few days ago. The sweet potato in the farm grows fast, and it is already a fat and big one at this time of year. And the rice is boiled for half an hour, and it is sweet It was soft and soft. Wen Xucong ate tata for the first time, and drank three bowls of sweet potato porridge that day.

"Hole guest officer!" Du Xingqing took out two sweet potatoes from the basket, peeled off the red skin on the outside, chopped the white core inside into pieces, and put them into the pot.

After a while, steam was bubbling and bubbling in the firewood pot. Du Xingqing lifted the lid of the pot, and the steam completely covered the boy's Junyi's face.

Then the lid was put back by Du Xingqing squinting his eyes.

Wen Xucong smiled at him through the remaining heat, and the little Hou Ye liked the smile so much, he also smiled at the heat, and the two of them laughed like fools of.

The sun has moved a little to the west, and the sweet potato porridge in the pot is also ready.

"It's not hot anymore, let's eat under the tree!"

"Okay." Wen Xucong put the porridge bowls and plates under the tree, and went into the kitchen to have a look.

"Wait for me outside, you don't need to come in here." Du Xingqing waved to him, took the pot out of the stove, and moved it under the tree with a humming sound.

"Are you... hot?"

"Not hot, the edge of it is not hot, hey hey! Just because it's not hot doesn't mean you can touch it, Mr. Wen, please take your hand back."

Wen Xucong calmly withdrew his hand to lift the cover.

Satisfied, Du Xingqing took a bowl of porridge, bent down: "I'll go buy some sweet potatoes later, you are..."

Wen Xucong spoke first with understanding: "I'll wait for you at the foot of the mountain."

The young master was so talkative today that Du Xingqing almost bit his tongue: "I mean, if you want to go down the mountain for a stroll, you can come with me, but you must never leave my side."

In particular, you can't listen to some unrealistic things, let alone use this unrealistic things on him.

"Okay!" Wen Xucong smiled, "I'll accompany you."

He smiled too gently, Du Xingqing bit half of a sweet potato suspiciously, something is wrong with the young master today.