Heart distance

"Back." Han Ziqi turned his head away, trying to hide the unexplained throbbing, "Come here."

With Han Tingsong on his back, he opened the door of the lounge, and the bustling noise could still be heard outside.

Just being carried out like this will definitely attract onlookers.

Out of the overwhelming self-esteem of a teenager, Han Ziqi didn't want to meet lively eyes, and he didn't want to be seen through his guilty conscience hidden in a secret corner.

He tugged at the collar of Han Ting's loose windbreaker, covered his ears, and buried his head in the back of the other's neck.

The visual impairment will increase the sensitivity of other organs, and there are voices calling his name all over his ears.Han Ziqi didn't want to hear the details, whether he sprained his foot or was carried on the back.

He couldn't help but tighten his arms around the man's neck, clinging to the tip of his nose on the back of his neck, he could clearly smell the cool mint scent on the man's body.

This is the closest distance between him and Han Tingsong, without the expected sense of rejection.Maybe it's because the man's smell is too pleasant, which made him a little dependent.

The noisy discussions in his ears gradually subsided, and what greeted him was the icy coldness outside the door, and the strong wind in winter will never let people "disappoint".

"Is it cold?" Han Tingsong tilted his head slightly, and his cheek just stuck to his forearm, "I'll take a taxi at the school gate immediately."

"It's not cold." Han Ziqi was still nestling on his neck, speaking in a muffled voice.

Even though he was only wearing a single shirt, he still didn't care if he was cold or not.

ill.

Han Tingsong stopped a car, opened the door, and carefully put him in the car.

Han Ziqi still maintained the posture of burying himself in his clothes, and did not speak.

Han Tingsong was a body distance away from him, turned to look at him, "Are you still losing your temper?"

"No." Han Ziqi's tone was as cold as the weather.

The man beside him chuckled, raised his hand and was about to rub his hair, but realized something when he was halfway up, and took it back the same way.

After arriving at the hospital, Han Ziqi took a film under the doctor's arrangement.

It turned out that it was just a simple dislocation and ligament damage, but no bone damage.

Han Tingsong helped him get the medicine, bent down and was about to carry him away.

But Han Ziqi pushed and refused, "Buy me a crutch."

"You don't need a plaster cast, what kind of crutches do you use?" Han Tingsong disapproved, "Besides, where can I buy that thing for you?"

"It's right outside the hospital." Han Ziqi saw it before entering the hospital.

"Why don't you want to give up?" Han Tingsong turned around and moved closer to him, "Why, are you shy?"

"I hugged my neck hard just now, and I didn't see you shy when I was reluctant to let go?" Han Tingsong raised his eyebrows, "I just remembered now, isn't it a little late?"

"Han Tingsong, are you annoying?" Han Ziqi was provoked by him, but he still didn't dare to look into the man's eyes, turned his head away, "Anyway, you don't need to memorize it."

Han Tingsong stopped teasing him, "Okay, you are the uncle, I can't buy it for you."

After finishing speaking, Han Tingsong wanted to go downstairs.

"Wait." Han Ziqi took off his coat, "Give it back to you."

"You wear it, I find it troublesome to change back and forth."

"No, I sent a text message to Chang Qi, and he will come over with clothes later."

Han Tingsong took the clothes and put them on, "Okay, then you wait."

As soon as Han Tingsong went downstairs, Chang Qi arrived with his clothes and schoolbag on his back.

The latter sat beside him out of breath, and handed him the clothes, "Dashuai Han, what the hell is going on, your feet are fine."

"It's okay, it's just a dislocation." Han Ziqi turned his ankle slightly, "Han Ting...Mr. Han helped to connect it."

"Damn it! So awesome?" Chang Qi's eyes widened, "He even knows how to do this?"

"Who knows." Han Ziqi said wearily.

During the chat between the two, Han Tingsong came back with a cane.

As soon as Chang Qi saw him, he bowed deeply, "Thank you Teacher Han for taking care of Dashuai Han. As his only friend, I, Chang Qi, am so grateful that I will never forget it."

Han Ziqi only thought he was a fool.

Han Tingsong was amused by the other party, "Isn't it only natural for a teacher to help students? If you get hurt, I will take care of it."

Oh.

It turned out that he was the same to everyone.

Han Ziqi didn't say hello, he reached out to grab the crutch from Han Tingsong, stood up and walked downstairs.

"I'll wipe it, Master Han, slow down!" Chang Qi hurriedly followed, "You're so nimble even though you're limping."

"Hey, kid, don't you want me to go back with you?"

"No, I'm going back to my home, and I'm on the wrong track with Teacher Han." Han Ziqi didn't even bother to turn his head, wishing he could walk faster.

But Chang Qi who was beside him turned around and smiled brightly, "Then let's go back to Ang first, teacher, thank you teacher."

Han Tingsong looked at the medicine in his hand, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "Why is this kid sulking?"

Han Ziqi returned home early because of a foot injury.

When he got home on crutches, his brother was in the kitchen preparing dinner.

Han Sijun followed the movement and looked towards the door, but he was holding a spatula and saw Han Ziqi on crutches. He panicked, "What's wrong with you, brother? Did someone bully my brother? I'll beat him!"

"It's okay, I was not careful, just rest for two days." Han Ziqi bent down and picked up the dropped spatula and handed it to his brother, "Wash it and use it again."

His brother took the spatula, still looking worried, "Brother, does it hurt? If it hurts, brother, blow it to you, and it won't hurt anymore."

Looking at his brother's exhausted look, Han Ziqi couldn't help but think of his childhood.His brother cared about him in the same way before.

Even though his brother has become like this, he still hasn't forgotten the habit of coaxing him.

If what happened six years ago hadn't happened, even if he wasn't so impulsive, or if he could be stronger, none of those things would have happened, and his brother would have had a stable and smooth ending.

But no matter what, it won't be like this.

"Brother? Brother?" Brother Han Sijun shook him.

Han Ziqi recovered and smiled at his brother, "I'm fine, let's cook, I'm hungry."

"Oh, good, my brother is hungry, I will do it right away."

When Han Tingsong came back, the other two members of the family were already sitting at the table.

There were four dishes and one soup on the table, and the dishes were fastened to keep warm, obviously waiting for him to come back for dinner.

Han Tingsong didn't want to think about whether there was anyone there, and whether he would cook carefully for him to go home.Maybe, maybe not.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

And all he wanted was a simple and peaceful life, nothing more.

Seeing him come back, Han Sijun rushed over eagerly, "Brother Ting Song, my brother sprained his ankle today and it hurts so much."

Han Ting and Matsushita glanced at Han Ziqi subconsciously, the young man remained expressionless as usual, turning over the plates one by one with his cold white slender fingers, as if nothing had happened.

It seems that he did not tell Han Sijun the truth about his twisted foot.

Han Tingsong didn't expose himself, pretended he didn't know and said a few words of concern, then went to wash his hands and eat.

In the past when the three of them ate, most of the time Han Sijun spoke excitedly, and Han Tingsong responded happily.

Han Ziqi would occasionally interrupt the two of them, "Don't talk while eating."

But today Han Ziqi didn't even have any interest in interrupting the two of them, and went back to his room after eating.

Even the nervous Han Sijun found out the problem and was worried, "Is my brother upset? He must want to drink soda. I'll buy it for him later."

It is impossible for Han Tingsong not to notice.

He looked at the corridor, which was empty of people.

Although I don't know the reason for the child's anger, but the duration of today's has been significantly prolonged.

After dinner, Han Tingsong looked at the time and knocked on the door before Han Ziqi started the live broadcast.

Considering the inconvenience of the other party's feet, he said outside the door: "I opened the door myself."

Before Han Ting could twist it loosely, the door opened to the inside.

Standing outside the door, he met the boy's expressionless face, "What are you doing?"

The author has something to say:

Why children lose their temper is not because of you.