three feet away from me

When they ran out of the palace, they walked for almost one night. Now they don't have to deliberately avoid the officers and soldiers in the capital to go to the market in the countryside to buy things. It only takes two to go down the mountain to the nearest town to the foot of the mountain. hour.

But today, the two of them coincidentally got up a little late and didn't wake up until noon. Du Xingqing also cooked a lunch leisurely.

By the time they finished eating and went out, it was almost the end of Shenshi, and then they came down from the mountain to the city? It was already sunset.

When the officers and soldiers in the city saw someone, they first rubbed their eyes, then took out the portraits for comparison, and then ran into the depths of the mansion: "Master! We found him."

The son of Wenxiang's mansion and the young master of Pingyang Wang's family disappeared for more than 20 days. The palace and the prime minister's family immediately turned the capital upside down and found no trace. The remote town showed itself.

The original intention of the two men was to buy two horses in the city and ride back, but they were stopped by officers and soldiers just after they entered the city gate.

In the city? I don’t know? Is it a man? What kind of official is called a big man? He rushed over with his clothes and shouted at them from a distance: "My subordinate Lin Deshi, I have seen the two young masters."

Du Xingqing agreed with a few words and wanted to leave: "Xu and I, Mr. Wen has to return to Beijing to return to his order, so we won't bother you here, please leave."

How could Lin Deshi dare to let them go? During this period of time, the Japanese Prime Minister? He was seriously ill, the King of Pingyang was arrogant, and the sons of these two families had disappeared. If something goes wrong, he doesn't have to be an official anymore, and he can't keep his head.

Du Xingqing insisted on leaving, Lin Deshi sent two teams of officers and soldiers to escort the two back to the capital, and he immediately edited the book and rushed to the capital.

Du Xingqing was unwilling. He felt that there was no need to waste so much trouble on the matter of the two horses. He was unhappy in the first place, but the anger of the young master would be clearly written on his face.

Lin Deshi talked badly, but he didn't listen, and pulled Wen Xucong to leave.

Seeing that he couldn't stop the person, Lin Deshi was as anxious as an ant that fell into a hot pot, his hands and feet squeaked, but he didn't dare to go forward and hug the person's thigh.

"Forget it," Wen Xucong tugged on Du Xingqing's sleeve: "It won't take much time to take the carriage."

Lin Deshi wept bitterly, and wanted to kneel down to Wen Xucong, saying that the prime minister? The son is cold and unreasonable, but he is actually a good man with a cold face and a warm heart!

After Wen Xucong said this, Du Xingqing had no choice but to agree awkwardly.

Because he knew about the rift between the two families, Lin Deshi prepared a carriage for each of them. Du Xingqing looked at the spacious and bright carriage, his face turned green, God damn it, it's the last thing to reconcile before returning to Beijing Xu Cong has no time to be alone.

Lin Deshi had a smile on his face: "Please."

Du Xingqing: "..."

Do you think you are smart?

Wen Xucong suddenly turned his body away, and under the cover of his sleeve, he quietly scratched Du Xingqing's palm in a corner where no one could see.

With a raised eyebrow, Du Xingqing wanted to grab that hand, but when the corner of his clothes slipped, the young master had already got into the carriage and lowered the curtain.

Du Xingqing raised his hand, and the warm touch of someone's fingertips on it seemed to be still there. He looked at the carriage and clicked his tongue, "It's broken."

Telling them to be careful all the way, and asking the people who were seeing them off to be patient, Lin Deshi said goodbye to the two of them, and hurried back home to write a letter.

At dusk, a large group of people followed the two carriages, and the wheels rolled on the road.

The journey was long and the sky was getting dark. Suddenly, the horse neighed, the body shook violently, and then the carriage stopped. Some people began to discuss something.

Wen Xucong sat upright, closed his eyes and rested his mind. It seemed that the car was bumping or not moving forward. It didn't affect him. He sat in the dark with his sleeves hanging on his knees, looking like a stone statue with no desires and no desires. , didn't even tremble for half a breath.

Suddenly, a beam of light came from the car.

"Why are you so dark!"

Du Xingqing lifted the curtain and leaned in, groped in the carriage, found a fire pocket, and lit the candle lamp on the wall of the carriage.

Wen Xucong trembled, and opened his eyes suddenly: "Why are you here!"

"I'll come and see you. The road ahead has collapsed. They're moving stones. There's still some time left before we can go. When we get there, I want to sit down too." Du Xingqing leaned over to Wen Xucong's side and forced himself to sit down. , looking to the left, the prepared food is intact.

Du Xingqing couldn't help but clicked the little boy's head: "You didn't even look at you for a while, and you didn't even eat!"

Wen Xucong rubbed his eyes, but he didn't hide.

"What's wrong? Eyes are uncomfortable?" Du Xingqing grabbed his hand, lowered his head and looked carefully: "I'll show you."

"No." Wen Xucong raised his head, feeling that Du Xingqing's blowing made his eyelids cool, and he blinked: "The candle is? A bit? Dazzling."

"Then? You should light the candles earlier!" Du Xingqing held his hand: "Hands are so cold, don't you light the lamp? You don't even eat. Mr. Wen, do you want to cultivate immortality?"

"No? Xiuxian," Wen Xucong smiled, "Come here now, people outside..."

"What are you afraid of?" Du Xingqing put his arms around his shoulders: "Then what those people want to say, you can't say it in your father's ear. If you really say it in their ear, you will Say I forced you, I have thick skin."

"Nonsense?"

Wen Xucong said him, and after a while, he squeezed Du Xingqing's hand tightly.

Du Xingqing was forcing Wen Xucong to eat, when someone outside looked at the wall of the car: "My lords, the road ahead has been cleared, we can go on the road."

Wen Xucong lowered his head and bit the pastry. Without saying a word, Du Xingqing added another piece to his plate: "You eat yours."

Wen Xucong raised his head: "Go over."

Du Xingqing saw that he had finished eating that piece of pastry, and then rubbed his head: "Go back and be smarter, push what should be pushed on me, don't be afraid, and what about me."

Wen Xucong nodded: "I know?"

Du Xingqing was still worried: "I will come to you."

Wen Xucong smiled: "Okay."

Du Xingqing left, and Wen Xucong watched as the curtain at the door of the carriage was raised and lowered, and finally hung in the wind, like a helpless sigh.