three feet away from me

The weather in October gradually became a bit cooler. Wen Hou felt that he turned on the air conditioner to dry the air, so he turned it off, but the weather was still a bit cold in the morning.

With his eyes closed, Du Yan pulled his hand to pull the quilt for the person next to him, but he pulled the person into his arms on the way, and his hand fell on the bed, but nothing came of it.

Du Yan woke up immediately.

Sitting up, he looked around the room and found no one. Finally, Du Yan rubbed his eyes and found someone in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The culprit who prevented him from going to bed early was lying on the small desk that Du Yan specially bought for him. He lowered his head to do his homework, and behind him was a large piece of white paper.

Du Yan is a little funny, this is the little classmate who doesn't like to talk and? He has lived for a long time and gradually revealed his bad habits. When doing homework, he likes to spread all the textbooks and papers all over the floor, like small animals. Put something that belongs to you nearby, so as to prove that this is your own territory, and strangers should not come near it.

Wen Hou was lowering his head to calculate the last big question of the physics paper, but someone tapped his forehead lightly, and then the pen in his hand was snatched away, and he was forcibly stuffed with a glass of warm milk.

"Why are you disobedient?" Du Yan turned the pen in his hand like a fish in water. It can be seen that this person has practiced such kung fu during his class: "Why don't you drink when you wake up in the morning?" Milk, do your homework here on an empty stomach?"

Wen Hou raised his head and glanced at him. The sunlight on high floors is always special? Well, when he raised his head, the sunlight illuminated his light-colored eyes very clearly, as clear as if they had been washed with water.

"How do you get up? So early?"

Wen Hou drank the milk obediently, Du Yan asked him.

"I can't sleep, I have a lot of homework." Wen Hou swallowed the milk and motioned Du Yan to look at the large paper behind him.

"All right, all right! I get it," Du Yan surrendered. He was also a flower seedling in his motherland who had been tortured by exam-oriented education before. He finally escaped from the sea of ​​suffering. He didn't want to relive it for the second time.

"Then you finish this glass of milk, and I'll make you breakfast?" After rubbing Wen Hou's hair again, Mr. Du, dressed in home clothes, went to cook for his little boyfriend.

"A glass of milk is enough." Wen Hou sipped the milk and muttered softly.

"What did you say?" Du Yan turned his head sharply.

Wen Hou buried his head and drank the milk, as if I didn't say anything.

"Little rascal!" Du Yan cursed with a smile, turned and went into the kitchen.

Wen Hou didn't like to eat bread or anything like that. Du Yan's breakfast was usually a regular, Chinese-style breakfast.

A pot of clear porridge, a bowl of kimchi, two salted duck eggs, and a cage of steamed buns all have different tastes.

"Don't throw away the duck eggs for me!" Du Yan scooped up porridge for him while threatening Wen Hou with frowning faces.

"Don't you think I didn't find the duck eggs you threw in the trash can last time!"

Wen Hou buried his head in the porridge bowl? His delicate face was indifferent, pretending that he didn't hear.

"Eat this!"

The salted duck eggs were peeled off their shells and swirled naked on the plate. Wen Hao poked the duck eggs with chopsticks to make them run around on the plate. He doesn’t like salted duck eggs. Leisurely, but the person opposite kept staring at him.

"It's deadly." Wen Hou said in a low voice.

"What were you muttering about early in the morning?" Du Yan laughed: "You saw a hole in this egg and poked it into crumbs with chopsticks. You have to eat it today too."

Wen Hou refused to accept, and raised his head to argue. Du Yan slowly grabbed his seven inches, and gave Wen Hou a final blow.

"If you're disobedient, tomorrow morning? I'll cook homemade eggs for you."

Wen Hou immediately took a bite of the egg white. Although the salted duck egg is salty, it has a taste. Eating native eggs in the morning can make people choke to death.

Comparing the two, whichever is less important, Wen Hou is well versed in this way.

Du Yan watched Wen Hou eat an egg, drank two bowls of porridge, and ate two small buns before letting him go with satisfaction.

Du Yan put away the bowl contentedly and left. His goal was to make Wen Hou fat and big. The baby he grew up with must be healthy and healthy.

Mr. Du was washing the dishes by the sink, and while recalling the soft touch of Wen Hou in his arms, he smiled ripplingly.

However, when Du Yan came out after washing the dishes, he discovered that something was wrong with Wen Hou. This person still remembered the grudge he made last night!

"Where do you want to go later?" Du Yan came out after washing the dishes, and wiped the water off his hands: "Do you want to eat delicious food, or go for fun?"

Du Yan has already made up his mind. If Wen Hao wants to eat delicious food, he can take him there. If Wen Hao wants to go out? For a walk, he can take him to Forest Park. Take him to the playground.

But Du Yan was wrong, Wen Hou didn't want to go to anyone?

Wen Hou didn't know when he ran to sit in front of the desk again. Hearing this, he raised his head, glanced at Du Yan, and then buried his head: "I have to do my homework, I don't want to go out."

This……

Du Yan sat down beside Wen Hou, looked at the child's white face, tentatively stretched out a finger, and poked it.

Wen Hou lowered his head, touched his face, but said nothing.

Du Yan carefully observed Wen Hou's face, and found that there was nothing wrong, so he was slightly relieved.

It should... not recruit this ancestor.

After finishing the physics paper, Wen Hao changed the paper to Chinese at some point. It is a subject that does not require much thinking and relies entirely on writing.

The pen in Wen Hou's hand shook and shook without stopping. Du Yan turned his head and saw that he was writing a composition.

When he saw clearly what Wen Hou wrote, Du Yan's face turned dark.

The composition is to write an argumentative essay centering on how people can be self-reliant and self-improving.

The general meaning of Wen Hou is this.

He first wrote a story about a child who has been relying on others, and then was abandoned in the end to point out the theme, showing that no one can be relied on, and he relies on himself!

Immediately, he criticized the superior capitalism, who only knew about exploitation and oppression, and didn't understand the suffering of reputation at all. He added the finishing touch at the end, which generally meant that everything was unreliable, and he could only deepen the theme by himself.

Wen Hou's handwriting is neat and sophisticated. If this kid used to go to the road of writing, he might be able to create a bright future.

Du Yan looked at Wen Hou's beautiful handwriting, and the more he looked at it, the more frightened he became, and he felt a chill coming out from behind him all the time.

"Baby!" Wen Hou felt that Wen Hou's words were scolding himself explicitly and secretly.

Wen Hou stopped writing and looked up.

Du Yan looked at a small ink dot gathered on the top of the composition grid due to the pause of the pen tip. Wen Hou poked it with the pen tip, and the small ink dot tremblingly left a black mark on the side.

"Are you angry again?"

Wen Hou looked at him calmly: "Am I often angry?"

"No, no, no," Du Yan immediately retorted: "Baby, you are cute and sweet, where can you get angry!"

Wen Hou lowered his head again.

"Then why are you angry this time?"

In Du Yan's mind, he frantically went back and thought about what happened this morning. It seemed that there was nothing that made this ancestor unhappy!

"I'm not angry," Wen Hao wrote, and accidentally left a streak on the paper. It wasn't long, but it was enough to scare Du Yan. Every time Wen Hao did his homework, the paper was so clean. It's gone, there's not a single ink mark, that line is the anger towards him.

Sure enough, the next moment, he heard Wen Hou say calmly, "I'm just a third-year student with a lot of homework. What qualifications do I have to be angry with Mr. Du, who doesn't have any business during the seven days of the National Day?"

Du Yan understood, he was still angry with last night!

He laughed angrily at Wen Hou's even and steady tone, grabbed Wen Hou and brought him to his lap? Du Yan put his head down and kissed that unyielding little mouth.

No matter how hard your mouth is, I can kiss you softly.

When Du Yan brought Wen Hou again, he lay in Du Yan's arms, his eyes were red, and he was panting.

"You have no conscience," Du Yan pinched Wen Hou's face: "Which boss have you ever seen coaxing a high school student with a lot of homework? Cooking for you and washing the dishes for you, holding grudges like that! Such a small mind!" Classmate Wen."

Wen Hou's face? It's always been cold and white? There is no other color. At this time, both sides are red. He glanced at Du Yan and complained: "It was you first? Showing off your vacation in front of me is so free!"

"Too narrow-minded!" Du Yan lowered his head and kissed Wen Hou again.

Wen Hou let him kiss, but the expression on his face seemed a little annoyed.

"It's my fault," Du Yan laughed, and stroked Wen Hou's hair: "Young Master Wen, give me a chance to make up for my mistakes, okay?"

Wen Hou bowed his head, but did not speak.

"Are you okay?" Du Yan shook the person in his arms: "Master Wen?"

Wen Hou's ears turned red from his whisper, he pushed Du Yan away: "Wait until I finish my homework."

Du Yan lowered his head and randomly picked up a few papers: "Finish these?"

The temperature on Wen Hou's face dropped a little, he picked up the pen and said, "Finish the composition."

"Your composition," Du Yan bent down beside him to look at it, "won't you be scolded by the teacher?"

"No." Wen Xun said firmly.

"Why?" Du Yan was a little curious.

"I scored all the composition scores in our class."

In the third year of high school, a lot of things happened, so many? The teacher handed over the work of correcting the papers to the students. Their Chinese teacher hadn't read their compositions for a long time.

"So amazing!" Du Yan touched Wen Hou's chin: "Then how many points do you give yourself each time?"

"This composition," Wen Hou looked at the composition he had just written and thought for a while, "I will give it a passing grade."

"It's so low." Du Yan glanced again: "Actually, it's okay, it's not so low."

"No, it's too personal."

"..." Du Yan didn't know what to say: "Are you sure the teacher really doesn't read your composition?"

Wen Hou nodded affirmatively.

However, what Wen Hao didn't know was that he gave his composition a passing grade sternly and selflessly, but this time his tone of voice dropped a lot? The Chinese teacher thought that something was wrong with Wen Hao. On the side, I took out Wen Rong's...

The author has something to say: Wen Hou: ...the scene of the death of a large society

It stands to reason that there are three chapters on the day of entering V, but I... try my best to write more