three feet away from me

Following Wen Hou's instructions, Du Yan dragged one out of a pile of white boxes, and found a pair of jeans, a T-shirt, and a coat inside.

Wen Hou changed clothes wearily, while he was folding pajamas next to him, bumping his head against the bed board as soon as he raised his head.

"Hiss!" Du Yan covered the back of his head and put his clothes on the bed: "You are really old, the dormitory where your children live is really too short."

Wen Hou put on his shoes and was washing his face. Hearing this, he turned his face away, and water dripped down his fair face: "I haven't hit my head all the time."

Du Yan walked over to wash with him, and took the time to rub the child's hair, which felt good in the hand: "It may be that the height is not enough."

Wen Hou called him expressionless. He was 178. He was only in his third year of high school, and he would still grow.

"Today is Saturday." Du Yan wiped the water off his face, zipped up Wen Hou's coat, and smiled: "Take you out to play?"

"Where are you going?" Wen Hou put all his mobile phone keys in Du Yan's suit pocket. No one asked him to go out to play before, and he didn't want to go out to play, but the restricted objects for going out to play have become Du Yan, Wen Hou felt happy to go out for a walk.

"You can go anywhere," Du Yan picked up his mobile phone and sent a message: "It's rare that you don't have classes on weekends, and you don't take you out to see what a waste of time. Now that you are in your third year of high school, you should pay more attention to rest."

Wen Hou was dragged out by him, implying something: "You know? I'm in my third year of high school."

"Don't mock me," Du Yan nodded his forehead, and heard his overtones: "I also know that you are the number one in the whole grade? Why? The number one? Can't go out for a few laps!"

"I don't know about the number one in other people's homes." Du Yan held the handle, opened the door, and walked out with his arms around his shoulders: "I know about my family, right?"

The number one in his family laughed.

Wen Hou took Du Yan to the cafeteria to have breakfast. Along the way, the high-cold male god of the school led a young man in a suit and leather shoes, which attracted many eyes.

At that time, Du Yan was asking Wen Hou to record his fingerprints on his mobile phone. Wen Hou didn't think it was necessary. There are too many classmates, and maybe I will meet someone I know. Wen Hou took Du Yan's mobile phone and recorded his fingerprints bit by bit.

The child lowered his head and held the mobile phone in both hands. The hair in front of his forehead hangs down a section, and the people around him cast more eyes.

"You usually walk in your school? That's the same," Du Yan thought for a while, "Is it eye-catching?"

"Huh?" Wen Hou recorded the fingerprints in the center, and was modifying the circle around him, when he heard that his head was tilted toward him: "What's so eye-catching?"

"It's okay, you messed with you." Du Shengsheng has been watched and grown up, and it doesn't matter whether he watches or not.

"Okay." Wen Hou recorded the page where the fingerprints were recorded, and did not fiddle with other places, and the mobile phone was handed to Du Yan.

Du Yan took it, swipe his fingers from bottom to bottom, and then pressed the power button. He handed the phone with a black screen to Wen Hou again: "Can you try to turn it on?"

Wen Hou put his thumb on the sensor of the mobile phone, and the mobile phone turned on as soon as it vibrated. The desktop wallpaper was a photo of Wen Hou secretly taken at some unknown time.

Wen Hou on the screensaver is wearing glasses, carrying a schoolbag on one shoulder, leaning against a tree with his head down, waiting for the bus.

"What about you?" Seeing the desktop of the phone clearly, Wen Hou was stunned: "When did you take this picture?"

"A few months ago! If you want to change your wallpaper, I will take a sneak shot of you," Du Yan suddenly approached him: "Why don't you change the wallpaper of your phone? Any pose, whatever pose, can satisfy you!"

Wen Hou was not interested in the coquettish Du Yan who was blinking his peach blossom eyes, but he still blushed slightly: "Pervert."

"Don't you think I'm smart!" Anyway, this matter has already been talked about, Du Yan doesn't care about being shameless, and treats perverts as true love: "I have been chasing you for so long and have not been discovered, who else can be as good as me?" Astute."

Chasing people to this point, Du Yan can be regarded as the only one in heaven and earth.

"You call that chasing?" Although Wen Hou had never pursued other people, according to ordinary people's normal and rational thinking, Du Yan's actions had nothing to do with that word at all.

"I like you, why don't you call it chasing!" Du Yan plausibly said, and then slumped his shoulders: "It's just a pity, I always wanted to take a picture of you in the classroom, so the target was too noisy, a... I couldn’t even get a shot.”

Wen Hou looked at him, blinked, and imitated the way Du Yan approached him earlier, and whispered: "I'll take you to my class after dinner."

Wen Hou's cautious look is really cute, Du Yan followed him and lowered his voice: "What are you doing in your class?"

"Take a picture!" Wen Hou's face was flushed, and his bright black eyes were full of excitement.

The author has something to say: So cute, I can already imagine two people secretly poking head to head at the cafeteria door to discuss taking pictures in the classroom.hey-hey?