Heart distance

"Stop!" The long-haired girl in a Lolita dress, clutching the belt of her cross-body bag, stood at the bridge and sobbed.

The boy in front of him was wearing a spotless school uniform shirt, with his left hand tucked into his trouser pocket, revealing a cold white thin forearm, reflecting a dazzling arc of light in the setting sun blown away by the evening wind.

The boy turned his back to the Lolita girl and didn't stop for a moment.

"Han Ziqi, don't force me, you know I can do anything!" The girl's crying became more and more obvious, "You don't want the whole world to know about your family, do you?"

The boy paused slightly, but he still didn't look back.

"Han Ziqi, don't force me to find your brother!"

The boy finally stopped and turned around, but his exquisite facial features were reluctant to give the other a little human touch. He walked towards the girl expressionlessly, "What's the matter."

"Be my boyfriend, okay?" The girl's well-dressed makeup was already wet with tears, "You know, I have liked you for a long time, only you."

"not good."

"Why?" The girl's eyes lost their light, and her knuckles were clearly tensed, "What's wrong with me, tell me, and I'll change everything."

"I don't like it." The boy didn't even bother to give him time to think.

"Does it have to be so direct? Even if you lie and find a reason to refuse?" The girl bit her lips white, "Does it have to be so cruel?"

The young man lowered his eyes without showing any emotion, "I have nothing else to do and I'm leaving."

"Han Ziqi, I'm already like this, why don't you still like me?" The girl stopped him, fumbling with her long chestnut hair like crazy, "No, you must not like this style, so what do you like? of?"

The girl's tone was pitiful and humble, "Can you tell me? I can become whatever you like."

"It has nothing to do with those." Han Ziqi's eyes fell on the girl's pink skirt, and he frowned slightly, "You don't need to dress like this."

After all, he avoided the girl and continued walking.

The girl behind her slumped on the ground as if she had lost her strength, slowly took off the shoulder-length wig on top of her head, and held it tightly in her hands.

"As long as you say you like it, I will do anything for you." The girl hoarsely said, "Then, shall I go for sex reassignment surgery? When I become a real girl, you will definitely like me, right? "

Han Ziqi, who had already reached the bridge, turned around and came to the "girl" again, looking down at him.

The weeping willows by the bridge were swayed by the breeze, and the boy's fair and handsome side face blended into the twilight, but he still looked ruthless.

"Ziqi, you still like me like this, right?"

The "girl" raised her jaw to look at him, her eyes glowed, she hurriedly got up, put on a wig, and wiped away her tears, "Don't worry, as long as you agree, I will contact the hospital for surgery next week, and when I become a real girl, I'm sure your brother will like me too."

As the "girl" said, she reached out to grab Han Ziqi's wrist to keep him, but the moment she touched it, the latter tore her away in disgust.

"Fang Wenyu, you can mess with me as you like." Han Ziqi's eyes were indifferent, but there was no trace of fireworks, "But don't touch my brother."

The boy was too lazy to say another word, and left without looking back.

The "girl" behind him sat on the ground hysterically, "Han Ziqi, you will definitely suffer retribution, I swear!"

The young man ignored the noise behind him. He raised his arm and glanced at the wrist that had been held by the other party. He was extremely irritable. He took out a disinfectant wipe from his pocket and wiped it three times before giving up.

He threw the used wet wipes into the trash can beside the road and checked the time.

19: 18.

He leaves school at seven o'clock every day, and it takes about 10 minutes to walk from home to school.His brother would wait on the window sill on the second floor for him to come home at a quarter past seven. If he hadn't arrived by 35:[-], his brother would be in a hurry.

Han Ziqi stopped a taxi and reported the address.

At 34:[-], he came downstairs on time.Looking up at the window sill on the second floor, he didn't see the expected figure.

Han Ziqi pursed his lips and went upstairs at a faster pace. He took out the key and was about to open the door, but he noticed a little water-stained luster on the doorknob.

Feeling strange in his heart, he took out a wet towel and wiped it across the doorknob, leaving a little bright red mark on it.

Han Ziqi's heart sank, and he quickly inserted the key and opened the door.

The room was still clean and tidy, the same as before he left.

But Han Sijun, who usually greeted him excitedly as soon as he opened the door, disappeared.

Han Ziqi put down his schoolbag casually, "Brother, are you there?"

Called twice, but got no response.His brother usually arrives home at 05:30 to prepare dinner, and he would never run around at this time.

Han Ziqi hurried to Han Sijun's room, "Brother."

I saw some blood stains on Han Sijun's body, and he was sweating profusely and looking at him in panic, suggesting that he should keep his voice down.

At this time, Han Ziqi didn't care about that at all, and supported his shoulder to check the injury, "How are you, where is the injury?"

"Hush! Be quiet, brother is fine." Han Sijun lowered his voice, "Don't wake him up."

Following the direction of Han Sijun's finger, Han Ziqi noticed that there was a strange man lying on the bed in a state of embarrassment.The other party's delicately tailored white shirt was stained with blood, but he was sound asleep.

After careful observation, it can be found that there is no scar on the man's body, and the blood does not come from him.

"I'm so powerful, none of them dare, only my brother dares to save me." Han Sijun was still showing off his heroic deeds to him.

Han Ziqi took out his mobile phone, "I'll call the police first."

"Hey, don't, don't, don't go to the police uncle." Han Sijun hurriedly stopped him, "He is a good man and cannot be taken away."

"He's covered in blood now, he must have been involved in some trouble, he must call the police." Saying this, Han Ziqi pressed the dial button.

"Don't, don't!" Han Sijun snatched his cell phone and burst into tears, "He is a lifesaver, he saved the lives of my brother and me, don't let the police uncle catch him."

"Help?"

Han Ziqi's gaze was fixed on the man's face. The lights in the house were not turned on. In the evening after the beginning of autumn, the setting sun was about [-]% or [-]% lower, and the shimmering purple-orange light reflected on the side of the man's face along the transparent glass window. There are scattered light shadows.Dark brown hair covered half of his eyebrows, but it couldn't block the man's eye-catching facial features.

Han Ziqi thought he had a good memory, especially this kind of face that would leave a deep impression on others.

But in his memory, there has never been such a person.

"He's a good man, really a good man." Han Sijun cried more and more fiercely, begging his arm, "brother, don't ask the police uncle to arrest him, please don't arrest him."

There is nothing in this world that can move Han Ziqi's face, if anything, only his brother is left.

Han Ziqi pinched the bridge of his nose and patted his shoulder to comfort him, "Okay, don't call the police for now, bro, don't cry."

"Yeah." Han Sijun wiped away his tears, "Thank you brother."

Han Ziqi sighed, handed him a piece of paper to wipe his tears, "Okay, I'm hungry, have you cooked yet?"

Only then did Han Sijun realize something, and hurried to the kitchen, "Cook, cook, brother made a mistake today, and he hasn't cooked for brother yet."

Han Ziqi's elder brother, Han Sijun, was hit in the back of the head six years ago. After rescue, he survived, but left with sequelae. Now he has only the IQ of an eight-year-old child.Fortunately, he still has good cooking skills, and the owner of a restaurant made an exception to take him in to work here.

After his brother left, Han Ziqi looked at the man on the bed again.

This person was wearing a slightly formal shirt and suit trousers, and he was wearing a watch that looked expensive, as if he had attended some important occasion.

It is obviously an extremely dangerous behavior to leave such a strange man with blood on his body at home.

Although Han Ziqi was reluctant, he still walked to the edge of the bed and found a piece of paper soaked in blood, a bank card and a bottle of exquisitely packaged perfume from his suit pants.

Other than that, there is nothing to identify him.

Han Ziqi gave up searching, took out a disinfectant wipe, wiped his hands, went to the bathroom to clean himself, and returned to his brother's room again.

He took out his phone and pressed 110.

"Brother, eat!" Han Sijun's voice came from the living room, "Ask your benefactor to get up and eat, and don't sleep late."

Han Ziqi stopped what he was doing, and couldn't help but think of his brother crying just now. He took a last look at the sleeping man, put his phone back in his trouser pocket, turned and walked out of the room.

Han Sijun held the bowl and saw that he was the only one coming out, "Where is your benefactor?"

Han Ziqi opened the stool and sat down, "He said he was too sleepy, so he will eat later."

"Oh." Han Sijun picked up a piece of meat and put it in his bowl, and said with a silly smile, "Then brother eat."

"Brother, where did you find this man?"

"It's just...in the small garden at the back." Han Sijun pointed out with his chopsticks, "A lot of friends played there today, and they were too afraid to go, but my brother was brave and passed."

"You said he was a lifesaver, when did he save us?" Han Ziqi still questioned this matter.

"Well, just...I want to think about Ang." Han Sijun pouted and covered his head, "It's so annoying, I can't remember it."

"Okay, don't think about it if you can't remember it." Han Ziqi comforted: "Hurry up and eat."

After the meal, his brother went downstairs to play chess with the old men as usual. Han Ziqi came to his brother's room. The man on the bed was still lying on the bed in the same position, breathing steadily.

The setting sun had completely set, the room was dim, and the pale moonlight outside the transparent glass window swept across the man's face.

Han Ziqi tightened his mouth, looking at the man's blood-stained clothes stuck to his brother's clean and tidy checked bed sheet, feeling upset.

very dirty.

He knelt on one knee beside the bed, still keeping a distance of more than ten centimeters from the man.With arms hanging down, he unbuttoned the man's shirt one by one, and mercilessly tore the clothes off his body.

Then his eyes moved down along the curve of the man's tight waist and abdomen, and stopped on the other's dark suit pants.The light brown soil from the garden was clearly visible on the trouser legs under the bright moonlight.

Han Ziqi sighed and put his hand on the man's black belt.

click -

He easily undid the belt, pinched the zipper down with his fingertips, and after a few operations, the trousers were also ripped off.

Han Ziqi intentionally avoided other parts of the line of sight, and slid his fingertips to the dark-colored underwear. His thumb and forefinger pinched the edge of the light and soft fabric. He closed his eyes and let out a long breath, and pulled it down——