three feet away from me

Wen Xucong was lying on the soft couch by the window. Compared to when they separated, Wen Xucong lost a lot of weight. Before, her pale pink lips were pale, her eyes were dark and sick, and she was originally a delicate beauty. Now The beauty lamp was thrown on the ground and trampled, revealing the trembling wick. If the wind was stronger, the candle flame inside would be extinguished.

Now Wen Xucong is like a faltering candle exposed to the wind. If you don't pay attention, the breath will die, the oil will run out and the lamp will dry up to the bottom, and you will be left to resign yourself to fate.

Du Xingqing never expected that in just five days, Wen Xucong could turn into this pale and weak appearance.

"What's wrong with you?" Du Xingqing asked softly.

In the past, when Wen Xucong hurt his hand, Du Xingqing's expression was more terrifying than the mountain rain, but now that Wen Xucong hurt his hand, he was careful not to speak loudly again.

Zhancha wisely wiped away the tears, and Du Xingqing sat next to him, holding Wen Xucong's hand. On a hot day, his hand was so cold that it made him tremble, so he shook the other hand too.

Du Xingqing held Wen Xucong's right hand in the palm of his hand, as if he was holding a fragile treasure, and his voice was very soft, so as not to scare the little prince: "Do you have to be watched by others? You, are you willing to take good care of yourself?"

Wen Xu smiled, and there was some vitality on her pale face: "I have listened to you, eating and sleeping are all fine."

"Then? Why..." Touching Wen Xu's ice-like face with distress, Du Xingqing's hands trembled violently: "It has become like this?"

"Madam is a little angry," Wen Xu looked at his hand, his eyelashes trembling, and looked up at him, as if he was afraid that Du Xingqing would be angry, but he still tried his best to give the message in a flat, short tone. Du Xingqing talked about the bottle of poison.

Hearing the last two words, Du Xingqing was stunned for a moment, as if his body was no longer his own. Before his mind could react, his body had already reacted one step ahead of him.

Du Xingqing bent over to pick up Wen Xucong: "I'll take you to see it? Doctor, don't be afraid."

"Xingqing, no need, Xingqing," Wen Xucong pulled his hand, coughing uncontrollably due to exertion, he pulled? Du Xingqing coughed and endured the pain: "Listen to me, this way I've lived too, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough, too long, really, too, cough cough, too tired."

The little prince looked so painful, coughing so hard that Du Xingqing saw the flash of blood on his hand that was hidden by him.

Du Xingqing was helpless to him, looked at him, didn't dare to struggle with him, patted his back, and gradually turned red: "Then? You, what do you want me to do in the future?"

Wen Xucong raised her head, endured the fishy sweetness in her throat, and it took a long time to slow down the force.

"I knew? I knew that," Wen Xucong sighed, "I shouldn't have provoked you back then."

Du Xingqing lowered his head and said nothing.

Clutching the little lord's hand, Wen Xucong shook it vigorously. This was something other than the little prince's flattery: "Xingqing!"

Du Xingqing raised his head, his eyes were red and frightening, and he couldn't see? He couldn't see the appearance of crying: "You drink when she asks you to drink. Isn't she your mother? How can you bear it?"

"She's not my mother," Wen Xucong shook his head, his eyes were a little loose, but he tried his best to explain to Du Xingqing: "My mother passed away when she gave birth to me."

More than ten years ago, the wife of the Prime Minister and the concubine were pregnant at the same time, and the pregnancy was on the same day. In the compound of the deep house, intrigues were common. Time was short of oxygen and suffocated to death in the abdomen, but the concubine also died because of excessive bleeding after giving birth to the child.

Overnight, the Wen family, which was supposed to have a baby, was left with a resentful wife who was dying and a newborn baby.

On the next day, the lady woke up and saw the child clenching the bed sheet under her body. Finally, the lady let go of her hand and raised her chin at Wen Xu, who was still a baby: "Keep it! I will raise it."

From then on, Wen Xucong became the wife's child, and she put all the resentment towards the concubine on Wen Xucong, raising Wen Xucong in name, but in fact, she kept silent, didn't listen, didn't ask, didn't care. hurts.

Because Wen Chengyu felt guilty, his wife didn't do too much, so he followed suit. At least, on the surface, his wife treated each other well.

In this way, Wen Xucong was raised in a cold-hearted way until he was 16 years old. He couldn't resist. He was told to face him since he was a child. He came to atone for his mother. The 16 years of influence made him form an instinct? , he can only drink that bottle of poison, one life for another, this is predestined.

He didn't say something, but he knew that Du Xingqing understood. He grabbed Du Xingqing's hand and said with all his strength: "You, don't cry."

He doesn't regret it, it's just a pity. If he could see his feelings for Du Xingqing earlier and leave earlier, what would the result be like.

Wen Xucong hasn't figured out the result yet? Du Xingqing wiped his face with a slippery hand, and Wen Xucong realized that he was crying harder than Du Xingqing.

Du Xingqing shed? Tears: "Then? Don't cry either!"

Wen Xucong smiled: "I can't stop."

Du Xingqing also laughed, and he stretched out his hand to pull Wen Xucong into his arms, just like when he was in the mountains, Wen Xucong leaned his head on his shoulder.

It's really strange, the sun is shining outside, the sky is so good, but Du Xingqing feels distressed and is about to die. He hugged Wen Xucong and exhausted all his strength to discuss with him: "I will listen to you in everything from now on. Yes, I won’t make you angry, you can do whatever you want, we don’t live in the capital, so we go to the mountains to stay?, what kind of prime minister and lord, let them go, we are free, you don’t want it, don’t you? Go away, okay? good?"

Wen Xucong was suffocated by his hug, and it hurt everywhere, but he grabbed Du Xingqing's lapel and looked up at him: "If? If? I have a next life, I don't want anything. I just want you."

Du Xingqing lowered his head and kissed his hair, with tears dripping on Wen Xucong's black hair: "If... if... there is a next life, I'll be two years older than you, wait? I'll take care of everything. Well, you just ? Need? Follow? I'll just go."

Wen Xucong leaned in his arms, and curled her lips when she heard the words: "Okay!"

"Then? We agreed, you wait for me." Du Xingqing hugged Wen Xucong greedily. The person in his arms was soft and warm, and he would respond to him. He didn't know? How long?

Wen Xu looked up at him with difficulty, and made an agreement with him gently and seriously: "It's a deal."

Suddenly, after Wen Xucong finished speaking, a foreign object surged up in his throat. He couldn't swallow it, so he turned around abruptly, lying on the cushion, and spit out a big mouthful of blood.

"Xu Cong!" Du Xingqing supported his shoulder, anxious and unsure what to do: "I'll take you..."

Wen Xucong pressed the undulating chest and wiped off the blood from the corner of her lips: "You..."

He knew that when the time came to separate, they would always separate, whether it was after school in the academy or when they were in the mountains.

Just the thought brought up by this word made Wen Xu burst into tears like rain. He endured the intense pain and hardened his heart: "Let's go."

The death was too ugly, he didn't want Du Xingqing to see it.

Du Xingqing held? The hand on his shoulder froze.

"Let's go!" Wen Xu raised his head, tears welling in his eyes, not letting him fall: "After all, there will be such a day."

Du Xingqing trembled, unable to adjust: "Really? I go?"

Wen Xucong turned his eyes away and just said, "Wait? I'm dead. Bury my ashes under that tree next to the mountain hut."

Du Xingqing controlled the voice, but his tone was choked up: "Okay."

He has always indulged Wen Xucong, but now that Wen Xucong looks like this, he also said yes with a tear in his heart.

He helped Wen Xucong to lie down on the soft couch, straightened his clothes for him, and smoothed the hair on the little prince's forehead. That cold and dignified little prince came back again.

After watching for a while, Du Xingqing gently kissed Wen Xucong on the face, just like Wen Xucong kissed him for the first time in the mountains.

Wen Xucong smiled, with nostalgia in his eyes, as if thinking of the time in the mountains.

"I'm leaving." Wait? Me, Du Xingqing said silently in his heart.

Wen Xu closed his eyes and tilted his head. Tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes. He didn't speak.

Du Xingqing stood up, turned around, and turned his back to him. Just after taking two steps, Wen Xu coughed violently, heart-piercingly, as if he wanted to cough up his internal organs.

Du Xingqing was about to turn around immediately.

"Don't look back," Wen Xucong suppressed his cough, and resolutely said, "Let's go."

So that tall and straight figure listened to him, moving every step, and finally, Du Xingqing paused at the door, raised his steps, and disappeared at the door.

Wen Xucong heaved a sigh of relief, lowered his hands slumped, and fell on the soft couch, mouthfuls of blood poured out of his mouth, he was already at the end of his battle, but he just wanted to look again? Du Xingqing glanced at it and took a breath .

Now that Du Xingqing saw it, he lost his breath. Looking out of the window, Wen Xucong recalled that handsome face, sighed, and closed his eyes in relief.

The author has something to say: The young master really passed away. This result was also foreshadowed in the front. He really couldn’t escape. Living in such a family since childhood is like domesticating an elephant. Tie it with a very thick rope, let him struggle hard but can’t get away, when he grows up, only tie him with a very thin rope, he has become a habit, this habit is very scary and frightening Sad, the young master is also like this, he can't escape, and he can't escape, his mother's matter has become a thorn in his heart, he feels ashamed of his wife, so he listens to his wife and does his best homework, He did the best swordsmanship and drank the poison. He owed her a life, and he will give it back to her in this life.I hope you can understand, but I will write a follow-up. The young master and the young master are in modern times. At that time, the young master was not brainwashed by his wife since he was a child. He felt that he had paid his wife back and did not owe her anything. The two of you, Young Master Hou, are well and living together happily!Read on if you want to!