three feet away from me

Wen Hou's suitcases, large and small, almost filled the entire dormitory. All his belongings were in the dormitory. Every time he went home, he would carry one or two sets of clothes in his schoolbag and take them away after school started.

Now all the contents of the box have been taken out and placed one by one in Du Yan's apartment.

Wen Hou was rushed to sit on the sofa, with a glass of juice on the left, snacks on the right, and Pleasant Goat Hui Tailang in front of him. Du Yan was taking out the clothes one by one from the box and hanging them in the closet.

In fact, Wen Hou's things are not that many compared to the apartment, but after Du Yan cleaned up, the huge room became more popular.

"Okay!" Du Yan placed the last box in the utility room, straightened up and clapped his hands, feeling very accomplished: "This will be our home from now on!"

Slippers, toothbrush, and pajamas were prepared by Du Yan for him long ago. I don't know if Wen Hou was careless. He saw that the patterns were similar, but the colors were different.

Du Yan calmly rolled out the toilet for him: "They're all the same brand? Of course, the style is similar! Let's go, I'll cook for you."

Wen Hou wanted to say more? Du Yan gagged him with a piece of peach from the fruit plate: "How was the exam today? What do you want for dinner?"

Wen Hou bit the peach, and a strange feeling rose in his heart. It was warm, as if he was walking at the entrance of the alley. How many children did he see? Children having house wine, white smoke rising from the chimney of the bungalow, and then adults It's the feeling of calling a child home with a loud voice.

He has grown up so much, and he has never been home. Someone asked him how the exam was and what he would like to have for dinner. This made him feel like home for the first time in so many years.

"Anything is fine." Wen Hou stood by the kitchen, watching Du Yan wash the rice for cooking.

"It's all fine!" Du Yan pressed the cooking button on the rice cooker, turned around and wiped the water on his hands: "This is your first meal when you go home, so you can do everything now, there are still so many days to come, You have to? How do you live!"

Before Wen Hou could speak out, he pointed at the pile of ingredients in the entrance, and deliberately turned his voice very loudly, threateningly: "There are chicken, duck, fish, beef, pork, tell me quickly, what do you want to eat!"

"Do it all."

Du Yan didn't react: "What?"

Is Wen Hou serious? No: "Do it all!"

"You go out? Let's go." Du Yan pushed him out of the kitchen, thinking about what to eat for dinner.

Being pushed away by him, Wen Hou couldn't help laughing while turning his head: "Give me a chance, do it again."

Du Yan couldn't help laughing: "I won't give you a chance, you just sit on the sofa watching Pleasant Goat and wait? Go eat?"

Wen Hou was suddenly in a daze, as if many years ago, the boy in complicated robes was like that in front of the log cabin.

The white-robed boy pushed the green-clothed boy out, the green-clothed boy was a little shorter, turned around and smiled: "Give me a chance, Mr. Du."

The white-robed boy also laughed: "Young Master Du won't give you this chance."

Wen Hou suddenly turned his head, put his arms around Du Yan's waist, looked up at him, his eyes were like stars, and said, "I'll wash the vegetables for you, and I will help."

Acting like a baby again, Du Yan couldn't bear it? Can bear it: "Then you wash the potatoes in the sink."

While Wen Hou was washing the vegetables, Du Yan began to cut the shredded pork. He found a knife from the cutlery shelf and turned his head to look at Wen Hou. The light in the kitchen was dim. Although Wen Hou was thin, he was tall and straight.

Du Yan looked at it for a while, then suddenly said, "Is your right hand okay?"

Wen Hou was taken aback when he heard the words, and raised his right arm: "It's okay."

"That's good." Du Yan breathed a sigh of relief: "I don't know...what, I always feel? Your right hand is not good."

Wen Hou put the washed potatoes on a plate to drain. He rinsed his hands under the faucet and stared at his right hand: "The right hand is fine, but my right hand doesn't seem to be as strong as the left."

Wen Hou's hands were dripping with water, and Du Yan's eyes were dark: "Take good care of them in this life, maybe the two hands will be the same in the next life."

Wen Hou quietly wiped water on Du Yan's shirt: "What does it matter?"

Du Yan raised his eyebrows, lazily: "Student, I hold a knife in my hand, are you provoking me?"

Wen Hou smiled and withdrew his hand: "Is there anything else to wash? Let me wash it together!"

"Look, you can wash whatever you like, and just put it on the table."

"Ah."

In this way, Wen Hou and Du Yan settled down in such a gentle city like Suzhou. When Wen Hou was in class, Du Yan went to pick him up. If there was a social occasion, Du Yan would sleep with Wen Hou in the dormitory until the weekend , The two of them nestled together in the apartment. Wen Hao was a good sleeper. He didn't get up until eight or nine in the morning. Du Yan was also used to him. Rubbing against the person's waist, they pulled him onto the bed to sleep together.

It's even better on cloudy and rainy days. Wen Hou didn't get up, and even dragged Du Yan to keep him from getting up. Du Yan couldn't do anything with his arms around him: "Shall I cook porridge for you? Let go."

Wen Hou didn't listen? He closed his eyes and turned over on Du Yan's body, and continued to sleep as if hugging a large pillow.

Early in the morning, Du Yan was completely annoyed by him, the young man was beside him, breathing sweetly, Du Yan endured the twitching veins, wait? You graduated from high school.

Wen Hao didn't know what Du Yan was thinking. He had been living with Du Yan for almost a month? Still pretty good.

But what should come will always come. On that Thursday, there were many exams in the third year of senior high school, and there was no evening self-study during the exams. Du Yan took him home early?

Wen Hou was working on a quiz in the living room, and there was a floor of snacks beside him, while Du Yan was cooking with his thick hair. At this time, Wen Hou's cell phone rang, and the father on the caller ID suddenly came into view. Wen Hou's eyelids.

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