three feet away from me

"She's not my mother, my mother died when she gave birth to me..."

This was the first sentence Wen Chengyu heard when he walked to the door of Wen Xu's room.

Wen Xiang, who is all-powerful in the court and the public, was stunned. He thought that he had covered up this matter very well, and that Cong'er would not find out, but he never expected...

Wen Xucong in the room spoke again. This was the first time Wen Xiang had heard his son say so many words. The more he listened, the colder he felt.

Zong'er said for so many years? He lived only to atone for his sins.

Cong'er said that if he drank the medicine given by his wife, he would repay the grace of this life.

Cong'er also said that there is nothing to complain about. It has been like this for more than ten years, and now it is liberated.

He knows that Wen Xu, who usually doesn't say a word, knows everything in his heart. He knows about his mother, and also knows about Wen Xiang's deliberate connivance. Wen Xiang's heart trembled violently. What has always been considered an understatement has turned into the current situation.

Just as Wen Chengyu came back from court, he heard a servant coming? Reported to the young master of the Du Mansion? Visiting the son, Wen Xucong disappeared for more than 20 days and came back? , Wen Xucong was obedient and sensible since he was a child, but this time he disappeared for no reason. He felt that the child must have been stumbled by something. The wife said to go and see the child, so he let her go.

But Wen Chengyu didn't expect that Wen Xucong left because he liked the young master of the Du family, and he didn't expect that his wife would poison Cong'er, let alone that he was nearly one The child I haven't seen for many months, actually? Really drank that bottle of poison.

Du Xingqing in the room was chattering about his next life, and Wen Xucong responded softly, with a gentle smile that he had never heard before.

Wen Chengyu's heart suddenly felt a sense of sadness. He wanted to push the door open, but he didn't have the strength. Wen Xiang was a self-proclaimed gentleman all his life, and never bothered to eavesdrop. In the slightest, he almost self-mutilated, listening to every word and sentence in the house, every sentence was like a knife, gouging out his flesh and blood.

I don't know how long it took, Wen Xu in the room coughed, and after a while, Du Xingqing came out. Wen Chengyu looked up, and the red and swollen pair on his face became cold and disgusted the moment he saw him. eyes.

Tired of being polite with him, Du Xingqing still sneered: "Uncle Gao Yi, forced himself to die for his wife? Son, the world? No other."

Du Xingqing met him a few times before, and each time he was smiling, and after a few polite words with him, he asked him where Xu Cong was. Now his tone and attitude were extremely unreasonable, and Wen Chengyu was dumbfounded for a moment. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

"I will take away Xu Cong's ashes, he doesn't want to stay in your Wen family."

Saying such words, Du Xingqing stumbled away. The young man with a dazed look behind him? Lost his light, and looked so lifeless.

But Wen Chengyu had no time to care about other things, and Du Xingqing's two sentences before leaving became the last two straws that broke the camel's back.

Regardless of the prime minister's majesty, he collapsed at the door of Wen Xucong's simple room, the sun was dazzling, and Wen Chengyu was in a daze.

Sometimes, you always have to wait until it happens before you can think of the good things you did before, and you will feel a lot of guilt and regret, but people are gone, so what is the use of guilt and regret?After all, people? It's not uncommon.

Wen Chengyu sat on the threshold with his knees hugged for a long time, but he didn't dare to go in. Don't worry about making a cup of tea? He guarded the door for a while and didn't hear any movement inside. He walked around Wen Chengyu and walked carefully towards the house in.

Wen Chengyu stared blankly at Zhan Cha stepping over his robe without any movement. At the end, Zhan Cha's heart-piercing cry came from the room.

"Son!!!"

Wen Chengyu stood up fiercely holding the door frame? As if struck down by a thunderstorm, he looked into the room.

Wen Xucong lay on the soft couch with her eyes closed, silent, while Chancha knelt on the ground and cried uncontrollably.

Wen Chengyu trembled for a moment, and the old man burst into tears: "Xiao'er!"

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The capital had been raining lightly for three days, and finally stopped on that day in early autumn. The weather was fine that day, and Du Xingqing went up the mountain with a white porcelain jar.

Last time, there were still a few jars of fruit wine that Du Xingqing bought for Wen Xucong. Du Xingqing was digging a hole under the tree while drinking all the wine in those jars.

A small square pit was dug, and the last wine jar was thrown aside, and the cabin was surrounded by the smell of alcohol.Du Xingqing was a little drunk, but his hand holding the white porcelain jar was steady.

"Look," Du Xingqing hiccupped and carried the jar into his arms: "I drank all your wine, are you angry?"

"Tsk, I know you have a bad temper." Du Xingqing turned over, patted the jar, and then babbled: "Ignore me now? I don't know if you saw it? When I went to get your ashes, the two prime ministers Kouzi looks old? In his 20s, your father, oh no, Wenxiang’s face is dark, but he didn’t say anything.”

Du Xingqing smiled like a child who had succeeded: "Are you looking relieved? I am very relieved."

"I didn't tell you when I saw you last time. I'm going home? I was beaten by my father with a whip. It hurt me to death." Du Xingqing looked down at the lid of the can with aggrieved eyes: "But without me now pain."

"If..." Du Xingqing thought about it for a while, sighed, and still didn't say: "You have been too tired in this life, so I won't let you suffer this again, and you will wait obediently in the next life. Just stay with me."

"The wild cotton in the mountains is blooming, wait? I'll pick two for you? Keep it with you, okay? The pink ones are pretty, but not as good as yours..."

Du Xingqing hugged the pot and talked for a long time, but in the end he didn't know himself? What's more, the white porcelain pot was lying quietly in his arms. Du Xingqing hugged it for a long time, and finally put it in the small pit.

One by one, Du Xingqing filled the soil with his hands, his eyes were red, and the corners of his mouth curled up in self-deprecating way: "I used to think that the sentimental parting from ancient times was just moaning without illness, but the current situation is very appropriate. "

"The world? It's just love and infatuation. This hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon!" Du Xingqing neatly buried the white porcelain jar under the tree, turned over and lay on his back under the tree, rubbing his fingers on the soil, as if He flipped through it with his hands like this, as if he could pull out a piece of text.

Not far away, two pink cotton plants are swaying in the wind, and their stamens stick together from time to time, like two whispering young couples, lingering and eager.

The author has something to say: Hurry up, hurry up, it's almost time for the next life!