three feet away from me

Then Du Yan's cell phone wallpaper was changed again, and it was replaced with a blackboard photo of two people sitting in front of his desk with green water and green mountains as golden mountains and silver mountains behind him.

Wen Hou lowered his head and fiddled with the mobile phone for a while, and finally the mobile phone wallpaper became that photo.

"You, if your parents see you," Du Yan hugged him on his lap and put his head on Wen Hou's shoulder: "Aren't you a little arrogant?"

Wen Hou slid his fingers across the screen, and raised his hand to touch the head on his shoulder: "That's right, it's free love now."

"Then we're here now," Du Yan suddenly tilted his head, and kissed him behind the ear: "Are we dating?"

The sunshine outside the window was gentle, and in the classroom, the boy kissed back: "Yes!"

There was a distance between the two of them, and while they were breathing, Wen Hou lowered his eyes, and at some point, put his arms around Du Yan's neck: "Could it be that you want to give up on me all the time?"

These words sounded inexplicably familiar, and Du Yan choked for breath. He held up Wen Hou's head and let him look at himself. Du Yan's voice was a little low: "Why do I always abandon you? In this life, As long as you don't abandon me, I will never let you go."

Du Yan's voice was a bit uncomfortable, which made Wen Hou's heart tremble. He? He held Du Yan's hands? Forcefully, he thought, it's rare in a lifetime to meet someone he likes, so why abandon Du Yan? He's not stupid.

Thinking of this, Wen Hou suddenly felt a lot of guilt. He was a little sad. Wen Hou lowered his head and kissed Du Yan's face, and promised earnestly, "I will not leave you."

"Okay." Du Yan hugged him back with the same strength, and then patted him on the back. Wen Hou said, "It's eleven o'clock, please treat me to breakfast, and I'll take you to lunch, okay?"

"Let's go."

Wen Hou got off Du Yan, and when the two walked out of the classroom, he suddenly raised his head and glanced at the monitor on the door.

"Now? Now? Thinking about it, there is surveillance!" Du Yan pinched Wen Hou's face. The man looked deserted, but the flesh on his face was soft and sticky, which made people addicted: "?? , No one will watch, I used to fight in the classroom on weekends, and now there are no teachers calling parents."

During the conversation, the two walked to the stairs, Wen Hou pulled them, motioned to be careful of the steps, and asked, "Why did you fight?"

Du Yan smiled and pulled him to the inner side of the stairs: "I don't remember clearly, it seems that I was in a bad mood during that time."

"Oh," Wen Hou nodded, "Are you in a bad mood? You don't like beating people."

"What are you talking about! I found out that you are...conscience." Du Yan laughed and scolded: "In your opinion, I look like a domestic violence person! Your understanding of me is biased, and my life's creed It’s about being kind to people.”

In this matter of speaking, unless he? himself is willing, Wen Hao will never be at a disadvantage. Immediately our young master is about to reply, and the cell phone in Du Yan's suit pocket rings.

"Dad!" Du Yan stared at the incoming call message, and said strangely, "I...made this note for someone!"

They are usually old men, Lafayette. After wondering for a long time who is taking advantage of them, Wen Hou took the mobile phone from their hand and said, "Mine."

Wen Hou flicked the answer button and put the phone to his ear. The voice on the other side sounded calm and serious. Wen Hou was standing next to Du Yan to make a call.

"Dad, um, you were at your house yesterday. I have something to do, um, I can't come back, let's talk, okay, goodbye."

Du Yan leaned against the wall and looked at him with his arms crossed. After hanging up the phone, he asked, "What is your dad doing on the phone?"

"Ask me why I'm not at home." Wen Hou stuffed the phone into Du Yan's pocket and retracted it, feeling depressed even before he realized it.

"Why are you unhappy?" Du Yan rubbed the child's head, smiled and comforted him: "Your father cares about you, you ran away from home yesterday, and everyone should call to ask if your mother is there. Your dad is very angry? I abducted a son as old as her."

"She's not my mother," Wen Hou looked at him, his tone so flat that he didn't seem to be talking about his own business.

"Huh?" Du Yan bent slightly, expressing his doubts appropriately.

He felt that the Wen family was strange. Judging from what he had learned over the past few years, Wen Hou's food and clothing were no worse than other children's, but they lacked a lot of affection that parents should treat them with. Looking at it this way Wen Hou who came here is not as good as those children who spend the night with their relatives.

"My dad, he? He had a party with a lady and had a baby with me once when he drank too much wine. At that time, Mrs. Wen also had a child. Originally, my dad wanted to give birth to me, so he gave me a sum of money. That lady has been involved with her since then, but that person resorted to some tricks, and Mrs. Wen's child died in her stomach. When that lady gave birth to me, she had dystocia and passed away herself. "

Wen Hou used that lady to refer to his mother, and explained the matter to Du Yan without any personal feelings. He doesn't care about it and resents it. He makes a clear distinction. What happened to the previous generation is the matter of the previous generation. The death of Mrs. Wen's child was not his fault, and he wouldn't feel guilty about it. As for Wen Shanan , as a father, being born to them? This is enough, nothing more than extravagant expectations, so now Wen Hou is living a very sober life. They feel that their life should not be imprisoned? That is still not born. on the child.

"You've done a good job. We, Xiao Hou, are determined and brave. We don't need to waste extra feelings for unimportant people. What things in this world are inseparable, including the relationship between parents and relatives? You have to Learn to choose,...with them, you and me, I will never leave you, you are my belief." After a long silence, Du Yan stroked the child's hair with a soothing force.

My little Huan, don't envy those children who laugh and laugh in the sun, they will take care of them and make up for the feelings they lacked before, just like blooming dandelions, combining love and Give them all the cherished seeds, full of them, give them all.

The author has something to say: Do you need to hand in your mobile phone when school starts, and it will pop up all of a sudden on the weekend!