three feet away from me

"Xu Cong, don't run away," Du Xingqing held back the little baby who ran out on short legs for the fourth time, Du Xingqing threatened him with a sullen face: "Brother wants to buy vegetables, if you are disobedient and stand beside him obediently, there will be sales The child stole you away, do you believe it or not?"

Someone is selling radishes nearby. The pole on the radish that has just been pulled out of the ground has not been cut off, and there are still small purple flowers blooming on the branches growing sideways next to the pole. I like brightly colored things, and I was thinking of grabbing them, but I missed the corner of the petals, and was grabbed back again.

"Yeah!"

The little baby is not happy? She jumped in Du Xingqing's arms and wanted to get off.

"Be obedient," Du Xingqing was so troubled by him that he couldn't help it, and he was afraid that there would be too many people on the street, and this child, who was not as tall as his calf, would be lost in the blink of an eye after being thrown into the crowd, and he didn't buy any food, so he could only hug him first Follow him for a while.

Du Xingqing hugged and coaxed the little baby, but the little baby stopped making trouble, and nestled obediently in his arms, still clutching his collar with his little hands, staring at the passers-by on the street with round eyes.

The aunt who was shopping for vegetables next to her saw the harmonious scene of one big and one small, not only smiled: "This is your brother? It's such a good life!"

Du Xingqing couldn't hear it? Someone praised his child's beauty, so he couldn't help holding the baby up in front of his eyes, and head to head with him: "Yes! You look so good, why do you think you are so good-looking."

"The parents of such a small baby are also at ease? Let you take it out? Don't be afraid of the wind."

Du Xingqing was taken aback, turned his head and looked at the pouty-cheeked white jade doll for a while, touched his small hands, and then touched his forehead. Fortunately, it was warm like a little sun, not cold.

"Fortunately, it's not cold."

Taking off his outer robe and wrapping it up for the little baby, Zhou Mingchao hugged the little baby like a dumpling and walked under the sun. He wanted to buy some food for the little baby.

The old sugar seller is still setting up a stall under the tree, and the people around him are still divided into two groups, and there are still many people.

Zhou Mingchao stood behind the crowd with his little baby in his arms, looked at the densely packed heads, and clicked his tongue: "Did you see, we bought two sugar figurines here back then."

"Do you want to eat or not?" Zhou Mingchao shook his arms, and Xiao Wenxu swayed up and down in Du Xingqing's arms with a cold face: If you want to eat, let's line up. "

"babble!"

The little baby suddenly jumped up and down twice, and her small body writhed in Du Xingqing's arms.

"What's the matter? Little one? It's quite energetic."

Zhou Mingchao looked in the direction where Wen Xucong was struggling, and found that the old man selling fruit wine was sitting on a straw mat not far away, with wine jars in front of him.

"You're so big!" Du Xingqing felt that Wen Xucong was really proud: "I just want to drink!"

Thinking of what Wen Xucong did last time when he drank, Du Xingqing thought for a while and then shook his head and hugged Wen Xucong and left: "You can't drink, you are a little wine lunatic when you are drunk, last time you dragged me to the woods Do you remember finding rabbits for you?

Rabbit in the palm? The feeling of pooping is still vivid in my memory. Du Xingqing still remembers it deeply. He added: "Little drunk, I won't give you a drink."

"Yeah! Eee~ah!"

Seeing that he was getting farther and farther away from the direction he wanted, Xiao Wenxu stopped doing it, stopped grabbing Du Xingqing's clothes, and became obedient. He leaned back with his small body and kicked hard with his two little feet. To make trouble.

People come and go, no matter how Du Xingqing coaxes them, it's useless. He thinks that he is the trafficker who coaxes children.

It doesn't matter what other people think of him, after all, people belong to him, whether it's the deserted little boy before, or the white and soft little chubby dumpling now, but the kid makes a lot of noise, he has a small body How could he be able to turn such a big arc, Du Xingqing was afraid that he would show his waist and drink the wind, so he could only carry him to the wine stall.

"Look at it, you can see enough."

Lifting the little doll and letting him hang above the wine jars he was thinking about, Du Xingqing smiled apologetically at the old man who bought the wine: "The child must come to you to have a look."

"It's okay." The old man was also very straightforward. Older people like children, especially like this? A beautiful child is happier?

"Yeah!"

Wen Xu was so happy, he kicked his legs straight in Du Xingqing's hands, grinning a mouthful of small white teeth, smiling so lovably.

Du Xingqing couldn't help laughing anymore, he lost weight to the child, and looked at him: "Why do you like to kick your legs so much? Are you happy? You kick, aren't you happy? You kick, are you a little Nezha? Ah? Isn't it!"

The child was also infected by Du Xingqing's emotions, giggling, and bumping heads with Du Xingqing.

"This child is really good," said the old man's four-generation single-handed family. The son has not yet married, and he is very envious of those old guys with children and grandchildren around their knees. Seeing this cute doll, he couldn't help but tease him: "How old are you? You want to drink my wine!"

"One or two years old! He's so young, how can he drink?" Holding Wen Xucong in his arms like a doll, Du Xingqing knelt down to chat with the old man.

The little baby seemed to understand the old man's words, and looked at the wine jar on the ground with big black and white eyes, and grabbed Du Xingqing's hair with one hand, and was about to reach for the wine bottle.

Before his chubby hands touched the edge of the wine jar, Du Xingqing supported his body and hugged him.

"Be careful? You knocked over the old man's wine," Du Xingqing squeezed his little hand that always wanted to play tricks, pretending to be angry: "Naughty!"

"Yeah!" The little baby cried out softly, "Hey, hey!"

He was bouncing on Du Xingqing's lap.

"He wants to drink my wine! He wants to drink at a young age," the old man laughed, and shouted with Xiaowa through a pile of wine jars. Got it louder than anyone else: "You are too young! You can't drink."

"Yeah!" Seemingly understanding the old man's words, Xiao Wenxu stopped jumping. He sat on Du Xingqing's lap with his little head hanging down, looking very depressed.

The old man said strangely: "So much? How old do you know how to be sad?"

Seeing the child's chin poking into his chest, Du Xingqing could only see his pink face, so little? Why can't he understand sadness?!Du Xingqing's heart hurts.

"I'll buy him something to eat. The old man's business is booming."

Du Xingqing stood up with the child in his arms, and walked on the street.

"Xu Cong, look at that grasshopper. If you like it, just babble."

Du Xingqing shook the little man in his arms.

"Yeah!"

With a soft sound, Du Xingqing immediately understood, stopped the peddler, and bought one of the butterflies, grasshoppers, monkeys, and grasshoppers on the stall.

"Are you happy? Happy? Give me a call."

The child played with the bamboo dragonfly without raising his head and babbling.

Du Xingqing: "..."

How does it feel a bit? Perfunctory.

Holding the child in the market at the foot of the mountain? I walked around and bought all kinds of snacks and gadgets. Xiao Shizi is really rich and powerful.

As the sun was setting, Du Xingqing was carrying a large bag of things, and Wen Xucong was hugging in his right hand. The two of them were walking on the way home.

The child was tired after playing all day, his little head hung on Du Xingqing's shoulder, and his two arms were around his neck.

"Xu Cong," Du Xingqing asked softly? He: "Is Xu Cong asleep?"

"Yi Ya" sound, soft, very small voice.

"So? Are your eyes closed? Show me."

It's really hard to coax adults, obviously already sleepy? I can't even open my eyes, but the little baby got up from Du Xingqing's shoulders and showed him that his eyes were closed.

"Okay, okay, sleep!"

The child lay on Du Xingqing's shoulder again, sleeping soundly.

The evening sun was warm, and Du Xingqing's outer shirt was used to wrap this little ancestor around his body. It was a bit cold in the mountains, but he didn't feel cold at all.

He was holding the child in his arms, and walked slowly on the mountain path, surrounded by green flowers and plants, Du Xingqing's heart was heavy.

The child's shallow breath swept over the neck, and suddenly a warm current slipped into the heart? Du Xingqing rubbed his face against the child's fluffy head, feeling safe and happy in his heart. This way is also very good. When I grow up, I have deep thoughts. This kind of small group doesn’t think about anything. I just laugh when I’m happy, and make trouble when I’m not happy. He was brought up, and the splendid gold quilts served him well. If he didn't teach? He frowned a little.

The child moved when it was placed on the bed, as if it was uncomfortable, Du Xingqing leaned over and patted him, the child kicked his legs, turned his head, and fell asleep again.

Du Xingqing tore off the quilt and formed a fortress for the child. He took another look when he went out. He had to cook the minced meat for the child. He asked specifically at the foot of the mountain today that the child could eat this.

Cut the chicken meat into minced meat, add mushrooms, shredded green onion, and other seasonings. After cooking for half an hour, it smells fragrant. Take a bowl and put it in a bowl. Sprinkle a little chopped green onion on top.

Du Xingqing tasted something, picked it up with satisfaction, and walked towards the hut.

Just now when he was walking outside, he heard movement inside the house. Du Xingqing raised his eyebrows and smiled. Just right, he woke up and got up to drink porridge.

"Wake up!" Du Xingqing pushed open the door, and entered the room with meat porridge: "You are really an ancestor, you eat as soon as you wake up, pigs are not like you..."

When the lazy character saw the person on the bed clearly, Du Xingqing seemed to flick his tongue, and almost lost his footing and fell.

"Xu Xu Xu Xu Xu, you're awake, you've changed back!" Du Xingqing smiled apologetically.

The young man on the bed has clear eyebrows and a clear face. Who is it if he is not Wen Xiaogong?

At this moment, Wen Xucong was not wearing any clothes, and was holding the quilt. Most of the fair skin on his shoulders was exposed in the air. He raised his head, and his hair slid on his shoulders: "What did you say?"

"No, nothing? Nothing," Du Xingqing slid his throat up and down, and sat on the edge of the bed: "I made porridge for you, I'll feed you."

Wen Xucong felt that Du Xingqing's eyes were a little strange, and he stepped back a little cautiously: "I'm not hungry, bring me my clothes."

"Not hungry?" Du Xingqing frowned, and slowly put his head on the bedside: "Are you really not hungry?"

"Not hungry, you... um..."

Wen Xucong hadn't finished speaking when she was pulled into Du Xingqing's arms by someone with a quilt on her. During the struggle, Du Xingqing also arrived on the floor, whispering secret words incessantly.

Du Xingqing walked down Wen Xucong's back, with a low voice: "What am I? I haven't eaten anything yet, so I thought about feeding you first. Now that Xucong has transformed back, it's okay, please feed me first. !"

The author has something to say: Let’s stop here, I hope that the little duke and the young master will always live happily and happily in a place where we can’t touch and reach. I’m not sure about the future of this episode. Yes, maybe this is the last one!