Heart distance
Chapter 29
"Han Tingsong, are you annoying!" Han Ziqi was really anxious this time, so he put on his earphones again and turned the volume to the maximum.
The ear does not listen to the heart and does not bother.
Until one side of the earphone was deliberately ripped off by Han Tingsong, "Yo, my brother and brother called so nicely at school just now, how can you turn your face when you turn your back on it?"
"Child, you are so fickle."
Han Ziqi snatched back the earphones, "Are you finished?"
He only felt that he was crazy to have a good opinion of this person.
Unreasonable, extremely ridiculous.
All he wanted now was to drive this man out of the house and never come back.
"Okay, I won't tease you anymore."
Han Tingsong chuckled twice, and was about to reach out to rub his fluffy hair, but was pushed away angrily by the latter.
"I don't know how to go on a blind date, and I didn't add anyone's contact information." Han Ting became serious with a sigh of relief.
Han Ziqi's eyes trembled, he hesitated to speak, and his eyes fell on the screen of his mobile phone which was still on.
"I'm chatting with your brother." Han Tingsong deliberately put the screen in front of him, "I'm discussing the recipe with him, and I have to reward the top students at home tonight."
"Then you just now..." Han Ziqi knew he shouldn't ask, but the words came out of his mouth without being controlled by his brain at all, "You even let me see their photos."
"Little fool, I'm kidding you. I don't even have their contact information. Where did I get the photos."
"Who knew you were so easy to deceive." Han Tingsong looked at him with a smile, but his tone was gentle, "So, what are you panicking about?"
"No." Han Ziqi put on his headphones, "boring."
When Starfield Live set up a learning area, it had strict requirements on the anchor.All anchors below the university level will be banned forcibly when the final exam is approaching, and the account will not be unblocked until the exam is over and the transcript is uploaded.
If the test scores drop significantly, they will be forcibly banned until the scores improve.
At the same time, if the test ranking can be significantly improved, the contract base salary for the next quarter can be increased by 5.00% on the original basis.
However, Han Ziqi had never enjoyed this kind of treatment.
He uploaded a photo of the unchanging age first report card and submitted it to the background of the system. About 10 minutes later, the account was automatically unblocked.
Han Ziqi put on his earphones, and boarded the live broadcast room again after more than half a month.
However, he found that his live broadcast room——
Blasted.
"Wow, little date, why did you hide it from mom?"
"It's okay, baby, you, be careful, you actually hide it so deep."
"Boyfriend, do you have puppy love? Your girlfriend doesn't allow you to have puppy love, no, never!!"
"Xue Shen is handsome or not, you tell me!"
"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooery
"I really want to live in Date's house, I really want to have a good brother and a good brother!"
The content of the barrage without warning made Han Ziqi's mind go crazy, "I don't know what you are talking about, I am not familiar with him."
"Oh, I don't know. I don't know people who live under the same roof."
"Puhaha, Zai Zai, you're so cute when you're pretending to be stupid."
"Is Baozi still hiding? It's better to expose it earlier."
"Date, do you know that Xueshen 001 logged into your account on the day you were officially banned. All your information was exposed, tsk tsk tsk."
"Woooooh, Xueshen is really a good brother. He talked to us a lot about you."
More than half a month ago, he never logged in after the live broadcast the night before his account was banned.
According to what netizens said, Han Tingsong logged into his account the next day while he was in class, and even disclosed his personal privacy to netizens without telling him?
He pulled off his headphones and rushed straight to the living room.
Usually at this time, Han Tingsong would watch the financial news, and he never bothered before.
Han Ziqi stood in front of the man, blocked the TV screen, suppressed his anger, "Han Tingsong, what do you mean?"
"What's wrong?" Han Tingsong didn't break away from the news, his chin propped up with a grim expression.
"Why do you want to come into my live broadcast room casually?" Han Ziqi let out a long breath, trying to calm down, "I said, don't come into my room casually, let alone mess with my things."
"You'd better figure out who you are. Don't think that you can do whatever you want after living in my house for a few months."
"You don't belong here at all."
She obviously regretted her words as soon as she spoke them, but because of that worthless self-esteem, it led to a disaster that was hard to recover.
Han Tingsong still embeds himself in the sofa, instead of looking at each other, he can't guess his mood, but the light he likes is missing from his eyes.
Han Tingsong was silent for a while, and then said in a neutral tone: "You are right."
"I was wrong about that matter." Han Tingsong stood up, "I'm sorry."
The man didn't even want to give an explanation, and he didn't put on his coat, so he left the house without hesitation.
In the deep winter of March [-]th, it was freezing cold outside.
The corners of Han Ziqi's mouth were tense, and he couldn't find a reason to chase him out.
Behind him was the background sound before the end of the news, echoing in the lonely and empty living room.Han Ziqi picked up the remote control and mechanically pressed the switch.
During the short period of time he left, the barrage had been blown up to the full screen, Han Ziqi was not in the mood, so he looked at it hastily.
"Date, are you still there? Are you angry?"
"Speak up, baby, don't scare mom, are you upset?"
"Don't be angry, your brother didn't say anything, you can watch the replay if you don't believe me."
"Yes, yes, although it feels like you don't want to be known privately, your brother really didn't say anything."
"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooah."
"It's all your fault, can't you bear it?"
"Date, I was really wrong. The fact that the main student is your brother is so exciting. The two men I love are actually brothers."
"I thought you two were rivals before, but I'm relieved to know that your relationship is so good. So don't be angry, okay?"
"We're fine, it's fine." Han Ziqi swiped the mouse around, glanced at the bullet screen in front of him, to make sure that no other valid information was missed, "Sorry, I made everyone worry."
"Don't waste time, do a set of physics test papers today."
Han Ziqi pointed the camera at the test paper, sent the electronic version to the live broadcast room, took off his earphones to do the questions, and ignored the long-winded comments of netizens.
When it was time for the next broadcast, Han Ziqi bid farewell to netizens and quit.
His mouse is on the function key in the upper right corner of his room.After a pause for a few seconds, I pressed the left button and clicked on the latest video playback.
November 1, 6:8 am.
The camera was not turned on in the live broadcast room, only the recording.
"Hello." It was Han Tingsong's voice, "Don't touch his computer."
"I want to play games." Han Sijun said: "My good friends all play games on the computer, and I want to play too."
"Date? Why is it online at this time, is there no class?"
"Damn it? What did I squat on, Zaizai, are you online in broad daylight?"
"Is it a date?"
Han Ziqi heard Han Sijun's indistinct whine in the recording, it should be that Han Tingsong temporarily covered his mouth in order to prevent his brother from talking nonsense.
"Date, don't pretend to be stupid. Don't forget that there are clear regulations in the live broadcast room. As a middle school student, if you log in to the live broadcast room during school, you will be permanently banned. You don't want to make money?"
"Date, I'll wait another few tens of seconds. If you don't show up again, I'll go to the background and report you."
"Hey, you are so ruthless above, isn't it a benefit to us that date is online now. Date's mother misses you so much, you must be reluctant to part with mother, that's why you want to see mother again, right?"
"I'm here, but what about the situation, fortunately, I paid special attention to the live broadcast room, or I don't know if the date will be online in broad daylight."
The video showed that after just 2 minutes, there were nearly 1000 people in the live broadcast room.
"Heh, Date will soon be reported for starting the broadcast privately during class."
About 2 minutes later, Han Ziqi heard the sound of the door closing from the video.
Then came a familiar voice, "It's not date, he's in class."
"Then who are you? Why are you on Date's live broadcast?"
"What are your intentions, did you steal Date's account?"
"Brother date, right? I remember date said that he lived with brother?"
"Are you brother?"
"Yeah, I'm Brother Date, I happened to be using the computer today, and accidentally clicked into the live broadcast room."
"So, don't make any complaints."
"No, your voice seems familiar to you?"
"What's wrong? I think I've heard of this before."
"Who is it? Let me think about it. The voice sounds so good, I probably won't forget it."
"God of learning!!! Grass, it's the god of learning!! The cliff is him!!!"
"The case has been solved, it is Xueshen 001!!!"
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)"
"What god of learning? What are you talking about? I don't quite understand."
"Handsome guy, don't pretend to be stupid, haven't you read books as a netizen?"
"That's right, we have a great god here!"
"Baby, use your skills."
Then two audio tracks appeared in the comment area of the live broadcast room.
"Xueshen, did you see it? If you don't understand, let me explain to you."
"I put your voice together with the soundtrack of Xueshen's live broadcast, and it matches perfectly. So, what else do you want to say?"
After being silent for a while, Han Tingsong's voice sounded again, "Okay, you are too smart, I am the god of learning."
"Hahaha! It's official! It's official!"
"Then I admit it all, remember not to report Date, he is indeed in class."
"Xue Shen, are you really Date's brother? Don't fool us, if you don't tell the truth, we will report it."
"That's it."
"Wow, wow, I'm so excited! The two men I love the most are really brothers. Mom, I'm so excited. What's going on with the little deer bumping into each other?"
"Xue Shen, you have to pay attention to date recently, he is always absent-minded, boys of this age can easily imitate puppy love."
"Yes, yes, I suspect that Date has a ghost in his heart!"
"Puppy love? Not so much, I think he's quite normal."
"When you are parents, you see that your children have their own filters, and it is easy not to see it."
"I think so too, I really think he's in puppy love."
"This matter must be discovered and contained in advance, and it will be too late when the disease spreads."
"Okay, thank you for your concern, I will pay attention later."
"Then ask quietly, is Date handsome?"
"Yes, yes, do you have any photos for us to see?"
Han Ting smiled lightly: "If you ask him, why not ask me if I'm handsome?"
"No, we are self-willed, we just want to know the date, handsome or not!"
"Then let me tell you, can today's matter be kept secret? Date doesn't like others touching his computer."
"Hey~ You are such a good-for-nothing brother, you are afraid of your younger brother! Why is your brother using your younger brother's computer?"
"Count! Xue Shen, your previous arrogance, the human design has collapsed!"
"Okay, you tell us, and we promise to keep it secret."
"Yes, yes, speak quickly!"
"He..." Han Tingsong on the other end of the earphone cable was silent for a few seconds before slowly saying, "He's pretty handsome."
"However, he is still a child, so don't teach him badly."
"Wow hahahaha!! Handsome, I knew it was handsome, Date must be so handsome."
"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"
"Aren't you out of your mind? If you think your younger brother must be handsome, can he still call him ugly?"
"I don't care, Xueshen is a god, I believe everything he says!"
"Okay, since I told you, remember to keep your promise and don't talk nonsense. Try not to affect him."
"It's so good!"
"Got it! But brother Xueshen, I suggest you pay attention to Date's puppy love problem. Teenage boys are easily disturbed by the outside world, especially because he is so handsome. Even if he doesn't fall in love, there will always be people thinking about him. .”
"Yes, yes, and if you find that he often chats on his mobile phone recently, or always locks himself in the house, you must pay attention to see if he is suspected of being in love."
"As a person who has experienced this, my son was like this at the beginning. He used to be in the top ten of his class. Later, because of a puppy love, he retreated to more than 30. I regretted that I didn't get into a good university."
"Okay, thank you everyone, I will pay attention. Let's stop here today, I have something else to do, so let's go down first."
"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh
"That's right, I often go to your live broadcast room when I have time!"
"Hahaha, do you remember? Didn't Xueshen say before that there is a child in his family? He said that the child is not allowed to live broadcast, so that child is Date!"
"Fuck, it's definitely him! Date is so cute in private, what's the matter with being so possessive?"
"Please stop talking, if this goes on, I'm going to go to the orthopedics department."
"Okay, I'll download first, remember to keep today's affairs a secret from date."
After the recording ended, Han Ziqi turned off the live broadcast room, his knuckles tensed on the mouse, and he didn't let go for a long time.
It is approaching eleven o'clock, and Han Tingsong has been away from home for almost three hours.
At this time, the living room was covered with gray light, and it was extremely quiet.Han Tingsong's coat was still hanging on the hanger.
Han Ziqi took out his mobile phone, paused with his fingertips in front of the other party's name for a few seconds, and sent a message.
【Where are you? 】
After waiting for a few minutes, there was no response, and my already not calm mind became more and more uneasy.
He bit the tip of his tongue, heaved a sigh of relief, and dialed the other party's phone number.
After the phone rang seven or eight times, Han Ziqi heard a muffled vibration.He followed the sound, and took out the mobile phone stuck in the gap of the sofa.
The man had no clothes on, no mobile phone, and was probably penniless.
Han Ziqi turned his head and looked out the window. The nightclub on the opposite side of the river was still full of traffic and brightly lit, but the sky began to snow.
Han Ziqi recalled the days with Han Tingsong over and over again.Think about his preferences, places he loves to go, and places that will leave a deep impression on him.
Until the river is white with snow.
Han Ziqi took out a wrench from the locker and turned off the kitchen faucet.
Water gushes down from the pipes and splashes in all directions.
He turned around and put on his coat, put away Han Tingsong's loose clothes from the hanger, opened the door and ran out.
The snow wind outside was stronger than he had imagined, and the cold wind blew across his face, making him unable to open his eyes.
Until he came to the door of the convenience store closest to his home, he stopped.
He walked to the side of the road and saw a man squatting aside, wearing a light gray striped sweater with a thin layer of snow on his head, and melted water droplets hanging on his slender eyelashes.
"The plumbing at home is broken and there's no one to fix it."
Han Ziqi walked up to him, took out a lollipop from his pocket, and handed it to him.
"Strawberry, do you want to go home with me?"
The difference between a mature man and a child is that when others put down their posture first, you only need to give a step, which is the greatest respect for others.
Han Tingsong raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and took the lollipop in his hand, "I just repaired it a while ago, why is it broken again?"
"Then who knows." Han Ziqi handed him the coat with no guilt at all, "It must be because you are not good at craftsmanship."
Han Ting got up and put on his coat, "Didn't I teach you how to fix it, why didn't you do it yourself?"
"It's enough to have one person in the family who can repair it."
You will, and I will learn what he does.
"Also, I have no puppy love, nor anyone I like."
"Why are you saying this all of a sudden?" Han Tingsong looked at him and smiled: "Why, wait until I like you?"
"You..." Han Ziqi wanted to get angry, but held back.
"Okay, I won't tease you anymore." Han Tingsong flicked the snow from the tip of his hair for him, "Is it cold?"
He was the one who had been frozen outdoors for more than two hours, but he still cared about whether others were cold or not.
"Not as cold as you."
"I'm okay, I can bear it, after all, I'm still young."
"Old man."
"Hey, I'm not getting old." Han Tingsong didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Obviously I'm young."
"Hurry up and take a few steps. If you're not cold, I'll be cold." Han Ziqi took the initiative to pull Han Tingsong's cuffs and ran to the door.
Although it was just a cuff, it was the first time he took the initiative to attract people who were not related by blood.
Accompanied by someone, is home.
After arriving home, Han Ziqi stood aside, looking at Han Tingsong who was concentrating on repairing the faucet.
A man in comfortable home clothes showed his solid back in front of him.Even though there was heating in the room, he could still feel the icy cold vapor on the man's body.
Han Ziqi took a bath towel and draped it over his body, and handed him the Ginger Coca-Cola that he had just boiled, "Drink this before going to take a bath."
Han Tingsong took the bowl and rubbed the boy's broken hair, "Thank you."
"Remember to turn up the water temperature when taking a bath." He has not recovered from the soft touch, still a little embarrassed, avoiding the man's eyes, and whispered: "Then, good night."
"Good night."
Even young adults with the best physical fitness took a hot bath before going to bed and drank ginger cola, but they still couldn't survive the cold wind for nearly three hours.
In the morning, when Han Sijun brought breakfast to the table, Han Tingsong got up from the bed.
Han Tingsong originally applied for a job in a martial arts gymnasium and came to teach in No. [-] Middle School, which was only an external employment relationship.
Apart from weekly school lessons, Han Tingsong spends most of his time at the martial arts gym.The bishop played Sanda and occasionally taught Taekwondo.
It's the winter vacation, ushering in the peak season for martial arts gyms.
Han Tingsong has been feeling weak since the middle of the night last night. When he woke up, he was dizzy and had no appetite for breakfast. He put on his coat and went out, but was dragged back.
Han Ziqi pressed him on the sofa, put his palm on his forehead, and frowned, "I'm asking for leave today, don't go to work."
"There are three classes today."
"You have a fever and are not suitable for class."
Han Ziqi ignored Han Tingsong's wish and took out his cell phone from his pocket.
This man didn't even set a password for his mobile phone. Han Ziqi remembered the name of the owner of the martial arts gym, opened WeChat and found the corresponding note, and asked the boss for leave in a relaxed tone.
He pulled him back to the bed, covered him with a quilt, and lay down.
Han Ziqi took his temperature for him, it was 37 degrees 8.Fortunately, he didn't have a high fever, so he went to the medicine cabinet and found the antipyretic medicine for him to take.
Han Tingsong, who was sick, was listless and looked pitiful, but it made people feel more protective.
Han Tingsong's bed was placed by the window, and it was windy and snowy outside, even if the windows were closed tightly, one could still feel the biting cool wind from the cracks.
"Go to sleep in my room." Han Ziqi said.
Han Tingsong curled herself up under the quilt, "Don't make trouble, let me sleep for a while."
"I'm not kidding you, go to sleep in my room."
It wasn't until Han Tingsong was dragged to the bedroom by him, covered with a quilt, and surrounded by a warm environment, that he felt more comfortable.
Because of the hypnotic effect of the drug, coupled with the warm and soft bed, Han Tingsong gradually fell into a deep sleep.
Han Ziqi sat on the chair beside the bed and stared at the man for more than ten minutes without realizing it.
There was still a blush on the feverish face, and the slender eyelashes drooped down.
The perfume on the man's body today is very weak, and it can hardly be smelled from a distance of one meter.
Han Ziqi didn't know what was wrong, as if he had been bewitched, he desperately wanted to get closer and smell him.
Supporting the soft mattress with both hands, he slowly got up from the chair, his brain was completely uncontrollable, and he moved the tip of his nose towards the man.
The moment the horse touched the ears, the person who had been asleep for a long time suddenly opened his eyes.
With only a few tenths of a second, Han Ziqi's heart skipped a beat.Like a guilty child who did something wrong, countless rhythms were in chaos in his heart.
He stood up quickly, subconsciously clutching the corner of his clothes with his fingers, "I, I'm going to make lunch."
It wasn't until he came to the kitchen that he fully woke up, buried his head in his arms, and squatted in the corner of the kitchen.
The indoor heater burned his ears.
No prospects.
Han Ziqi turned on the faucet, slapped his face with cold water, and forced himself to recover from that strange feeling.
His brother's working hours are from ten in the morning to five in the afternoon, and noon is the busiest time for the hotel's business.
Before there was his brother, Han Ziqi never cooked.
Now there is a patient at home, and the food outside is too greasy, so he can only slowly recall the recipes that his brother taught him.
Han Ziqi cooked some porridge and served it with two light side dishes.Serving the food was not as difficult as he thought.
After everything was over, Han Ziqi went into the room and asked Han Tingsong to have dinner.The man on the bed curled up sideways and was still sound asleep.
He glanced at the time, it was already past one in the afternoon, and this person hadn't eaten in the morning.
He lightly pressed his fingertips on the man's forehead, but the man's reaction was always superior to his.Before he even had time to feel the body temperature, he was already grasped by a pair of slightly warm hands.
Han Ziqi suppressed his beating heart, and was about to withdraw his hand, but the man held it too tightly, and couldn't break free no matter what.
But Han Tingsong was clearly still in a deep sleep, it seemed that it was just a subconscious movement, and he put his hand on his heart.
Light and soft cotton tops can't block the steady heartbeat from the opponent's chest.
One, two, three...
Slow and powerful.
Han Ziqi stopped struggling and let him hold it.
only……
It turns out that the only one who can speed up the heartbeat is himself.
Han Ziqi kept leaning forward for a while, until the man's hand gradually loosened, and he took the opportunity to pull back.
The fingertips were still hot, Han Ziqi rubbed them lightly, and shouted in a low voice, "Get up and eat."
Han Tingsong frowned, and subconsciously grabbed at his chest, but he didn't catch anything, so he reluctantly opened his eyes.
"No appetite." Han Tingsong's voice was hoarse after a serious illness.
"Eat even if you don't have an appetite." Han Ziqi stood up and handed him the cup, "Drink the water first, and I'll make you some hot food."
When Han Ziqi returned to the room with the meal, the water on the table did not move at all, and the person on the bed hugged his quilt and fell asleep again.
"Get up and drink water." Han Ziqi's tone was indifferent, not like talking to a patient at all.
Han Tingsong acted as if he didn't hear it, and kept his body behind his back, motionless.
Han Ziqi stretched out his arm, grabbed a corner of the quilt, and mercilessly pulled it from Han Tingsong, "If you don't drink water, go sleep outside."
Han Tingsong, who was not wrapped in a warm quilt, curled up, opened his eyes reluctantly, and complained: "Is this what you should say to patients?"
"Do you want to drink?" Han Ziqi picked up the water glass on the table.
Han Tingsong in front of him still looked pitiful, got up with his arms propped up, half leaned against the bed and took the glass in his hand, "You are so fierce, let's see who dares to want you in the future."
The warm water slid down the mouth into Han Tingsong's throat, extinguishing the dryness of the mouth, making the whole person feel better instantly.
Han Ziqi took the empty glass, sat by the bed, and handed him the bowl of porridge, "Can you eat it yourself?"
Han Tingsong was still groggy, leaning against the bed with half-closed eyes, and might slip off the bed at any moment, "If I say no, can you still feed me?"
Han Tingsong's fever has not subsided, and he has no intention of eating at all.He was planning to continue sliding down the bed, even if he didn't have a quilt, he still had to sleep.
"Open your mouth."
Han Tingsong's lips were touched by a warm hard metal edge, his lips retreated subconsciously a few centimeters, and he lowered his eyes and opened them.
Right below the eyes, Leng Baipi held a metallic round spoon with steaming porridge on it.
Han Tingsong's behavior was beyond Han Tingsong's expectation, even though his stomach was full of water, he still opened his mouth and swallowed a spoonful of porridge.
After eating several mouthfuls of porridge, Han Tingsong finally couldn't hold back, "Child, I have a fever, why are you blushing so hard?"
"Say one more word, and you won't eat it." Han Ziqi threatened.
In this way, Han Tingsong ate a whole bowl of porridge and half a plate of vegetables even though he was completely reluctant.
Seeing that Han Ziqi took back the bowl and put the quilt back on him, Han Tingsong dared to say, "To be honest, your cooking is really unpalatable."
Han Ziqi pulled his quilt away, and said viciously, "Are you finished?"
"Okay, I'll stop making trouble, it's a bit uncomfortable." Han Tingsong pressed his head, "My head is about to explode."
"Illness can't control your mouth." Even when facing the patient, Han Ziqi's tone was still cold and ruthless, "Close your eyes."
"Huh?" Han Tingsong's head was in a daze, too lazy to think too much, and he closed his eyes as he said.
Until the temples are attached by a pair of slightly cool fingertips, with a gentle and comfortable massage, it is transmitted to the forehead and the back of the head, which relieves the discomfort caused by the headache to the greatest extent.
After the other party was completely asleep, Han Ziqi stopped, helped him tuck the corner of the quilt, and left the room with the bowl and chopsticks.
Looking at the half plate of vegetables left on the table, Han Ziqi twitched his lips.
Is it really that bad?
He picked up the chopsticks, put a vegetable in his mouth, and spit it out before he could chew it.
Salty to bitter.
How did the man eat half of the plate without showing any emotion?
Without hesitation, Han Ziqi picked up the remaining half of the plate and threw it all into the trash can.I saw half a pot of porridge left by the stove, took out half a bowl, and took a sip.
Without even a moment's hesitation, it was poured directly into the sewer.
Why is it still so hard after cooking for so long.
But the man obviously drank a whole bowl.
Thought it would be delicious.
But will eating these make the condition worse?
He put down the bowls and chopsticks, and tiptoed to his room. Through the crack of the door, he saw the man in the room sleeping soundly on his side, and he didn't seem to be affected by anything.
Han Ziqi calmed down a bit, turned around and returned to the sofa in the living room, took out his phone and started looking for takeaway.
But after searching for a long time, I couldn't find a restaurant that suits my appetite, so I simply turned off my mobile phone and dug out the unfinished bread for breakfast.
The side effects caused by lunch were not able to survive the day, and they were revealed out of control.
In the evening, Han Ziqi was sitting in the living room reading a book, when Han Tingsong suddenly ran into the bathroom and vomited.
Hearing the movement, Han Ziqi hurried over, only to see Han Tingsong half kneeling beside the toilet with a pale face, the broken hair on his forehead was soaked with sweat.
"How are you?" Han Ziqi knelt beside him and patted him lightly.But as soon as the palm of his hand touched the opponent's back, he was startled by the temperature coming through the clothes.
Very hot.
Han Ziqi felt inexplicably irritable, and handed him a glass of water to rinse his mouth. Seeing that he no longer vomited, he helped him up with his arm, "I'll take you to the hospital."
Han Tingsong was too weak to stand up, and leaned against him.The man was taller than him, and his slightly raised chin just touched his forehead, which made Han Ziqi's veins throbbing.
Han Tingsong still closed his eyes, unable to speak a word.
He supported the man and tried to hold his arm, but found that this posture could not support a man stronger than him at all.
Han Ziqi's brain became hot, and he hugged the man's waist.
The other party only wore a piece of cotton home clothes. The light and soft fabric couldn't hide the man's tight waist curve at all. It was obviously a perfect masterpiece left by years of self-discipline training.
Han Ziqi put his left arm around his waist and his right hand supported the man's arm, leading him step by step to the living room door.
Han Tingsong relied on his good health throughout the winter, only willing to wear finely tailored woolen coats, and never wore other warm things.
Han Ziqi leaned against the sofa in the living room, helped him put on his coat, and took out his own scarf to put on for him.He helped the man down the steps step by step and got into the car.
Not long after getting in the car, Han Ting held his stomach tightly, gritted his teeth and frowned tightly.
No matter how you think about the stomachache, it was all because of him, and Han Ziqi couldn't help but blame himself.He was not good at taking care of others, so he was completely at a loss, so he could only take out a tissue to help him wipe off the sweat that kept oozing out.
As soon as his fingertips touched his forehead, the man's hand suddenly stretched out and held down his wrist.
The strength of the other party's hand was not heavy, and the palms were still sweating. Han Ziqi tried to turn his wrist slightly to break free, but was held even tighter by the other party.
During this time together, Han Ziqi probably got a clear idea of a man's temperament. The more you confront him, he will be tougher than you.
What's more, he is still sick now.
Han Ziqi didn't break free again, and let the other party hold it like this. Following the sag of gravity, his fingers slowly moved from his forehead to the position of his lower abdomen, and pressed gently on it.
The man's thumb inadvertently rubbed his wrist back and forth, a little itchy, with the temperature from the blood after a high fever, burning Han Ziqi's whole body.
Although he knew that Han Tingsong was so uncomfortable that he couldn't open his eyes, he still turned his head to the side where he couldn't see the other party.
In the evening rush hour, the road is full of traffic.
The car's dark glass film concealed the teenager's unexplained panic and throbbing.
He always wanted to do something to cover up the inexplicable irritability at this moment.
Han Ziqi took out his mobile phone, sent a text message to his brother, and marked the detailed address of the hospital. If something happened to his brother, the police could contact him according to the address.
As soon as the news was sent, Han Ziqi's shoulders sank, and the arm holding the phone froze in place, unable to take it back for a long time.
Until the familiar aroma of shampoo came from his shoulders.
For a time he couldn't count, the man still holding his wrist put his head on his shoulder.
Han Tingsong was using the same brand of shampoo as him. At this time, because he didn't wear perfume, his whole body smelled similar to him, but Han Ziqi liked his original perfume better.
After arriving at the destination, Han Ziqi went to the emergency room.
At this time, Han Tingsong had already appeared comatose symptoms, and the doctor performed a painless gastroscopy on him.
The doctor looked at the gastroscope diagnosis list, "He is such an adult, he has such severe gastritis, and he doesn't know how to eat something easy to digest when he is sick?"
Han Ziqi was speechless for a moment.
The doctor pushed his glasses, "It's fine if he doesn't know how to pay attention, but your family doesn't know how to watch? It's all right now, stomach bleeding, go to the hospital."
In Han Ziqi's eyes, Han Tingsong is obviously a smart and clever person, why is he so stupid when it comes to eating.
The doctor handed him the medical card with the completed bill, "Okay, go pay the fee, and be careful in the future, his stomach can only be nourished, eat something light and easy to digest for the next two days."
Han Ziqi took the card, "Thank you doctor."
When Han Ziqi completed the hospitalization procedures and returned to the ward, Han Tingsong had already woken up.
Holding his hand all the way, the hanging bottle has been hung.Han Tingsong still had no blood on his face, but he still looked at him with a smile.
Han Ziqi was simmering with anger and had nowhere to vent, "Are you stupid?"
"Which aspect are you referring to?" Han Tingsong tilted his head.
"The rice is so bad, why don't you say it? Why do you still want to eat it?"
"Really? I think it's okay."
"Han Tingsong, I don't have time to talk to you."
"Son, this is your first time cooking."
Han Ziqi didn't reply, so it was his default.
"Whoever can achieve perfection first, I think it is very good." Han Tingsong said with a smile: "You do it next time, I can still eat it."
"There will be no next time."
I don't want to make your stomach bleed again.
"Actually, I'm quite touched." Han Tingsong had something to say in his words, "I thought there would no longer be anyone who would cook something for me."
Han Ziqi was startled, and pursed his lips, "My brother doesn't do it for you every day."
I will always do it for you in the future.
"Brother Ting Song, are you alright?" Han Sijun was holding a big lunch box, sweating profusely and pushing the door open.
"Brother, why are you here?" Han Ziqi worried, "Didn't I tell you to stay at home?"
Han Sijun scratched his head, "I see my brother told me the address, I... I was worried, so I took a taxi here." Han Sijun was still smiling and asking for credit, "Am I amazing?"
"Don't come out by yourself next time, tell me anyway."
"I called my brother, but he didn't answer, I'm worried." Han Sijun felt wronged.
Han Ziqi turned on the phone, and it turned out that
The ear does not listen to the heart and does not bother.
Until one side of the earphone was deliberately ripped off by Han Tingsong, "Yo, my brother and brother called so nicely at school just now, how can you turn your face when you turn your back on it?"
"Child, you are so fickle."
Han Ziqi snatched back the earphones, "Are you finished?"
He only felt that he was crazy to have a good opinion of this person.
Unreasonable, extremely ridiculous.
All he wanted now was to drive this man out of the house and never come back.
"Okay, I won't tease you anymore."
Han Tingsong chuckled twice, and was about to reach out to rub his fluffy hair, but was pushed away angrily by the latter.
"I don't know how to go on a blind date, and I didn't add anyone's contact information." Han Ting became serious with a sigh of relief.
Han Ziqi's eyes trembled, he hesitated to speak, and his eyes fell on the screen of his mobile phone which was still on.
"I'm chatting with your brother." Han Tingsong deliberately put the screen in front of him, "I'm discussing the recipe with him, and I have to reward the top students at home tonight."
"Then you just now..." Han Ziqi knew he shouldn't ask, but the words came out of his mouth without being controlled by his brain at all, "You even let me see their photos."
"Little fool, I'm kidding you. I don't even have their contact information. Where did I get the photos."
"Who knew you were so easy to deceive." Han Tingsong looked at him with a smile, but his tone was gentle, "So, what are you panicking about?"
"No." Han Ziqi put on his headphones, "boring."
When Starfield Live set up a learning area, it had strict requirements on the anchor.All anchors below the university level will be banned forcibly when the final exam is approaching, and the account will not be unblocked until the exam is over and the transcript is uploaded.
If the test scores drop significantly, they will be forcibly banned until the scores improve.
At the same time, if the test ranking can be significantly improved, the contract base salary for the next quarter can be increased by 5.00% on the original basis.
However, Han Ziqi had never enjoyed this kind of treatment.
He uploaded a photo of the unchanging age first report card and submitted it to the background of the system. About 10 minutes later, the account was automatically unblocked.
Han Ziqi put on his earphones, and boarded the live broadcast room again after more than half a month.
However, he found that his live broadcast room——
Blasted.
"Wow, little date, why did you hide it from mom?"
"It's okay, baby, you, be careful, you actually hide it so deep."
"Boyfriend, do you have puppy love? Your girlfriend doesn't allow you to have puppy love, no, never!!"
"Xue Shen is handsome or not, you tell me!"
"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooery
"I really want to live in Date's house, I really want to have a good brother and a good brother!"
The content of the barrage without warning made Han Ziqi's mind go crazy, "I don't know what you are talking about, I am not familiar with him."
"Oh, I don't know. I don't know people who live under the same roof."
"Puhaha, Zai Zai, you're so cute when you're pretending to be stupid."
"Is Baozi still hiding? It's better to expose it earlier."
"Date, do you know that Xueshen 001 logged into your account on the day you were officially banned. All your information was exposed, tsk tsk tsk."
"Woooooh, Xueshen is really a good brother. He talked to us a lot about you."
More than half a month ago, he never logged in after the live broadcast the night before his account was banned.
According to what netizens said, Han Tingsong logged into his account the next day while he was in class, and even disclosed his personal privacy to netizens without telling him?
He pulled off his headphones and rushed straight to the living room.
Usually at this time, Han Tingsong would watch the financial news, and he never bothered before.
Han Ziqi stood in front of the man, blocked the TV screen, suppressed his anger, "Han Tingsong, what do you mean?"
"What's wrong?" Han Tingsong didn't break away from the news, his chin propped up with a grim expression.
"Why do you want to come into my live broadcast room casually?" Han Ziqi let out a long breath, trying to calm down, "I said, don't come into my room casually, let alone mess with my things."
"You'd better figure out who you are. Don't think that you can do whatever you want after living in my house for a few months."
"You don't belong here at all."
She obviously regretted her words as soon as she spoke them, but because of that worthless self-esteem, it led to a disaster that was hard to recover.
Han Tingsong still embeds himself in the sofa, instead of looking at each other, he can't guess his mood, but the light he likes is missing from his eyes.
Han Tingsong was silent for a while, and then said in a neutral tone: "You are right."
"I was wrong about that matter." Han Tingsong stood up, "I'm sorry."
The man didn't even want to give an explanation, and he didn't put on his coat, so he left the house without hesitation.
In the deep winter of March [-]th, it was freezing cold outside.
The corners of Han Ziqi's mouth were tense, and he couldn't find a reason to chase him out.
Behind him was the background sound before the end of the news, echoing in the lonely and empty living room.Han Ziqi picked up the remote control and mechanically pressed the switch.
During the short period of time he left, the barrage had been blown up to the full screen, Han Ziqi was not in the mood, so he looked at it hastily.
"Date, are you still there? Are you angry?"
"Speak up, baby, don't scare mom, are you upset?"
"Don't be angry, your brother didn't say anything, you can watch the replay if you don't believe me."
"Yes, yes, although it feels like you don't want to be known privately, your brother really didn't say anything."
"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooah."
"It's all your fault, can't you bear it?"
"Date, I was really wrong. The fact that the main student is your brother is so exciting. The two men I love are actually brothers."
"I thought you two were rivals before, but I'm relieved to know that your relationship is so good. So don't be angry, okay?"
"We're fine, it's fine." Han Ziqi swiped the mouse around, glanced at the bullet screen in front of him, to make sure that no other valid information was missed, "Sorry, I made everyone worry."
"Don't waste time, do a set of physics test papers today."
Han Ziqi pointed the camera at the test paper, sent the electronic version to the live broadcast room, took off his earphones to do the questions, and ignored the long-winded comments of netizens.
When it was time for the next broadcast, Han Ziqi bid farewell to netizens and quit.
His mouse is on the function key in the upper right corner of his room.After a pause for a few seconds, I pressed the left button and clicked on the latest video playback.
November 1, 6:8 am.
The camera was not turned on in the live broadcast room, only the recording.
"Hello." It was Han Tingsong's voice, "Don't touch his computer."
"I want to play games." Han Sijun said: "My good friends all play games on the computer, and I want to play too."
"Date? Why is it online at this time, is there no class?"
"Damn it? What did I squat on, Zaizai, are you online in broad daylight?"
"Is it a date?"
Han Ziqi heard Han Sijun's indistinct whine in the recording, it should be that Han Tingsong temporarily covered his mouth in order to prevent his brother from talking nonsense.
"Date, don't pretend to be stupid. Don't forget that there are clear regulations in the live broadcast room. As a middle school student, if you log in to the live broadcast room during school, you will be permanently banned. You don't want to make money?"
"Date, I'll wait another few tens of seconds. If you don't show up again, I'll go to the background and report you."
"Hey, you are so ruthless above, isn't it a benefit to us that date is online now. Date's mother misses you so much, you must be reluctant to part with mother, that's why you want to see mother again, right?"
"I'm here, but what about the situation, fortunately, I paid special attention to the live broadcast room, or I don't know if the date will be online in broad daylight."
The video showed that after just 2 minutes, there were nearly 1000 people in the live broadcast room.
"Heh, Date will soon be reported for starting the broadcast privately during class."
About 2 minutes later, Han Ziqi heard the sound of the door closing from the video.
Then came a familiar voice, "It's not date, he's in class."
"Then who are you? Why are you on Date's live broadcast?"
"What are your intentions, did you steal Date's account?"
"Brother date, right? I remember date said that he lived with brother?"
"Are you brother?"
"Yeah, I'm Brother Date, I happened to be using the computer today, and accidentally clicked into the live broadcast room."
"So, don't make any complaints."
"No, your voice seems familiar to you?"
"What's wrong? I think I've heard of this before."
"Who is it? Let me think about it. The voice sounds so good, I probably won't forget it."
"God of learning!!! Grass, it's the god of learning!! The cliff is him!!!"
"The case has been solved, it is Xueshen 001!!!"
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)"
"What god of learning? What are you talking about? I don't quite understand."
"Handsome guy, don't pretend to be stupid, haven't you read books as a netizen?"
"That's right, we have a great god here!"
"Baby, use your skills."
Then two audio tracks appeared in the comment area of the live broadcast room.
"Xueshen, did you see it? If you don't understand, let me explain to you."
"I put your voice together with the soundtrack of Xueshen's live broadcast, and it matches perfectly. So, what else do you want to say?"
After being silent for a while, Han Tingsong's voice sounded again, "Okay, you are too smart, I am the god of learning."
"Hahaha! It's official! It's official!"
"Then I admit it all, remember not to report Date, he is indeed in class."
"Xue Shen, are you really Date's brother? Don't fool us, if you don't tell the truth, we will report it."
"That's it."
"Wow, wow, I'm so excited! The two men I love the most are really brothers. Mom, I'm so excited. What's going on with the little deer bumping into each other?"
"Xue Shen, you have to pay attention to date recently, he is always absent-minded, boys of this age can easily imitate puppy love."
"Yes, yes, I suspect that Date has a ghost in his heart!"
"Puppy love? Not so much, I think he's quite normal."
"When you are parents, you see that your children have their own filters, and it is easy not to see it."
"I think so too, I really think he's in puppy love."
"This matter must be discovered and contained in advance, and it will be too late when the disease spreads."
"Okay, thank you for your concern, I will pay attention later."
"Then ask quietly, is Date handsome?"
"Yes, yes, do you have any photos for us to see?"
Han Ting smiled lightly: "If you ask him, why not ask me if I'm handsome?"
"No, we are self-willed, we just want to know the date, handsome or not!"
"Then let me tell you, can today's matter be kept secret? Date doesn't like others touching his computer."
"Hey~ You are such a good-for-nothing brother, you are afraid of your younger brother! Why is your brother using your younger brother's computer?"
"Count! Xue Shen, your previous arrogance, the human design has collapsed!"
"Okay, you tell us, and we promise to keep it secret."
"Yes, yes, speak quickly!"
"He..." Han Tingsong on the other end of the earphone cable was silent for a few seconds before slowly saying, "He's pretty handsome."
"However, he is still a child, so don't teach him badly."
"Wow hahahaha!! Handsome, I knew it was handsome, Date must be so handsome."
"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"
"Aren't you out of your mind? If you think your younger brother must be handsome, can he still call him ugly?"
"I don't care, Xueshen is a god, I believe everything he says!"
"Okay, since I told you, remember to keep your promise and don't talk nonsense. Try not to affect him."
"It's so good!"
"Got it! But brother Xueshen, I suggest you pay attention to Date's puppy love problem. Teenage boys are easily disturbed by the outside world, especially because he is so handsome. Even if he doesn't fall in love, there will always be people thinking about him. .”
"Yes, yes, and if you find that he often chats on his mobile phone recently, or always locks himself in the house, you must pay attention to see if he is suspected of being in love."
"As a person who has experienced this, my son was like this at the beginning. He used to be in the top ten of his class. Later, because of a puppy love, he retreated to more than 30. I regretted that I didn't get into a good university."
"Okay, thank you everyone, I will pay attention. Let's stop here today, I have something else to do, so let's go down first."
"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh
"That's right, I often go to your live broadcast room when I have time!"
"Hahaha, do you remember? Didn't Xueshen say before that there is a child in his family? He said that the child is not allowed to live broadcast, so that child is Date!"
"Fuck, it's definitely him! Date is so cute in private, what's the matter with being so possessive?"
"Please stop talking, if this goes on, I'm going to go to the orthopedics department."
"Okay, I'll download first, remember to keep today's affairs a secret from date."
After the recording ended, Han Ziqi turned off the live broadcast room, his knuckles tensed on the mouse, and he didn't let go for a long time.
It is approaching eleven o'clock, and Han Tingsong has been away from home for almost three hours.
At this time, the living room was covered with gray light, and it was extremely quiet.Han Tingsong's coat was still hanging on the hanger.
Han Ziqi took out his mobile phone, paused with his fingertips in front of the other party's name for a few seconds, and sent a message.
【Where are you? 】
After waiting for a few minutes, there was no response, and my already not calm mind became more and more uneasy.
He bit the tip of his tongue, heaved a sigh of relief, and dialed the other party's phone number.
After the phone rang seven or eight times, Han Ziqi heard a muffled vibration.He followed the sound, and took out the mobile phone stuck in the gap of the sofa.
The man had no clothes on, no mobile phone, and was probably penniless.
Han Ziqi turned his head and looked out the window. The nightclub on the opposite side of the river was still full of traffic and brightly lit, but the sky began to snow.
Han Ziqi recalled the days with Han Tingsong over and over again.Think about his preferences, places he loves to go, and places that will leave a deep impression on him.
Until the river is white with snow.
Han Ziqi took out a wrench from the locker and turned off the kitchen faucet.
Water gushes down from the pipes and splashes in all directions.
He turned around and put on his coat, put away Han Tingsong's loose clothes from the hanger, opened the door and ran out.
The snow wind outside was stronger than he had imagined, and the cold wind blew across his face, making him unable to open his eyes.
Until he came to the door of the convenience store closest to his home, he stopped.
He walked to the side of the road and saw a man squatting aside, wearing a light gray striped sweater with a thin layer of snow on his head, and melted water droplets hanging on his slender eyelashes.
"The plumbing at home is broken and there's no one to fix it."
Han Ziqi walked up to him, took out a lollipop from his pocket, and handed it to him.
"Strawberry, do you want to go home with me?"
The difference between a mature man and a child is that when others put down their posture first, you only need to give a step, which is the greatest respect for others.
Han Tingsong raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and took the lollipop in his hand, "I just repaired it a while ago, why is it broken again?"
"Then who knows." Han Ziqi handed him the coat with no guilt at all, "It must be because you are not good at craftsmanship."
Han Ting got up and put on his coat, "Didn't I teach you how to fix it, why didn't you do it yourself?"
"It's enough to have one person in the family who can repair it."
You will, and I will learn what he does.
"Also, I have no puppy love, nor anyone I like."
"Why are you saying this all of a sudden?" Han Tingsong looked at him and smiled: "Why, wait until I like you?"
"You..." Han Ziqi wanted to get angry, but held back.
"Okay, I won't tease you anymore." Han Tingsong flicked the snow from the tip of his hair for him, "Is it cold?"
He was the one who had been frozen outdoors for more than two hours, but he still cared about whether others were cold or not.
"Not as cold as you."
"I'm okay, I can bear it, after all, I'm still young."
"Old man."
"Hey, I'm not getting old." Han Tingsong didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Obviously I'm young."
"Hurry up and take a few steps. If you're not cold, I'll be cold." Han Ziqi took the initiative to pull Han Tingsong's cuffs and ran to the door.
Although it was just a cuff, it was the first time he took the initiative to attract people who were not related by blood.
Accompanied by someone, is home.
After arriving home, Han Ziqi stood aside, looking at Han Tingsong who was concentrating on repairing the faucet.
A man in comfortable home clothes showed his solid back in front of him.Even though there was heating in the room, he could still feel the icy cold vapor on the man's body.
Han Ziqi took a bath towel and draped it over his body, and handed him the Ginger Coca-Cola that he had just boiled, "Drink this before going to take a bath."
Han Tingsong took the bowl and rubbed the boy's broken hair, "Thank you."
"Remember to turn up the water temperature when taking a bath." He has not recovered from the soft touch, still a little embarrassed, avoiding the man's eyes, and whispered: "Then, good night."
"Good night."
Even young adults with the best physical fitness took a hot bath before going to bed and drank ginger cola, but they still couldn't survive the cold wind for nearly three hours.
In the morning, when Han Sijun brought breakfast to the table, Han Tingsong got up from the bed.
Han Tingsong originally applied for a job in a martial arts gymnasium and came to teach in No. [-] Middle School, which was only an external employment relationship.
Apart from weekly school lessons, Han Tingsong spends most of his time at the martial arts gym.The bishop played Sanda and occasionally taught Taekwondo.
It's the winter vacation, ushering in the peak season for martial arts gyms.
Han Tingsong has been feeling weak since the middle of the night last night. When he woke up, he was dizzy and had no appetite for breakfast. He put on his coat and went out, but was dragged back.
Han Ziqi pressed him on the sofa, put his palm on his forehead, and frowned, "I'm asking for leave today, don't go to work."
"There are three classes today."
"You have a fever and are not suitable for class."
Han Ziqi ignored Han Tingsong's wish and took out his cell phone from his pocket.
This man didn't even set a password for his mobile phone. Han Ziqi remembered the name of the owner of the martial arts gym, opened WeChat and found the corresponding note, and asked the boss for leave in a relaxed tone.
He pulled him back to the bed, covered him with a quilt, and lay down.
Han Ziqi took his temperature for him, it was 37 degrees 8.Fortunately, he didn't have a high fever, so he went to the medicine cabinet and found the antipyretic medicine for him to take.
Han Tingsong, who was sick, was listless and looked pitiful, but it made people feel more protective.
Han Tingsong's bed was placed by the window, and it was windy and snowy outside, even if the windows were closed tightly, one could still feel the biting cool wind from the cracks.
"Go to sleep in my room." Han Ziqi said.
Han Tingsong curled herself up under the quilt, "Don't make trouble, let me sleep for a while."
"I'm not kidding you, go to sleep in my room."
It wasn't until Han Tingsong was dragged to the bedroom by him, covered with a quilt, and surrounded by a warm environment, that he felt more comfortable.
Because of the hypnotic effect of the drug, coupled with the warm and soft bed, Han Tingsong gradually fell into a deep sleep.
Han Ziqi sat on the chair beside the bed and stared at the man for more than ten minutes without realizing it.
There was still a blush on the feverish face, and the slender eyelashes drooped down.
The perfume on the man's body today is very weak, and it can hardly be smelled from a distance of one meter.
Han Ziqi didn't know what was wrong, as if he had been bewitched, he desperately wanted to get closer and smell him.
Supporting the soft mattress with both hands, he slowly got up from the chair, his brain was completely uncontrollable, and he moved the tip of his nose towards the man.
The moment the horse touched the ears, the person who had been asleep for a long time suddenly opened his eyes.
With only a few tenths of a second, Han Ziqi's heart skipped a beat.Like a guilty child who did something wrong, countless rhythms were in chaos in his heart.
He stood up quickly, subconsciously clutching the corner of his clothes with his fingers, "I, I'm going to make lunch."
It wasn't until he came to the kitchen that he fully woke up, buried his head in his arms, and squatted in the corner of the kitchen.
The indoor heater burned his ears.
No prospects.
Han Ziqi turned on the faucet, slapped his face with cold water, and forced himself to recover from that strange feeling.
His brother's working hours are from ten in the morning to five in the afternoon, and noon is the busiest time for the hotel's business.
Before there was his brother, Han Ziqi never cooked.
Now there is a patient at home, and the food outside is too greasy, so he can only slowly recall the recipes that his brother taught him.
Han Ziqi cooked some porridge and served it with two light side dishes.Serving the food was not as difficult as he thought.
After everything was over, Han Ziqi went into the room and asked Han Tingsong to have dinner.The man on the bed curled up sideways and was still sound asleep.
He glanced at the time, it was already past one in the afternoon, and this person hadn't eaten in the morning.
He lightly pressed his fingertips on the man's forehead, but the man's reaction was always superior to his.Before he even had time to feel the body temperature, he was already grasped by a pair of slightly warm hands.
Han Ziqi suppressed his beating heart, and was about to withdraw his hand, but the man held it too tightly, and couldn't break free no matter what.
But Han Tingsong was clearly still in a deep sleep, it seemed that it was just a subconscious movement, and he put his hand on his heart.
Light and soft cotton tops can't block the steady heartbeat from the opponent's chest.
One, two, three...
Slow and powerful.
Han Ziqi stopped struggling and let him hold it.
only……
It turns out that the only one who can speed up the heartbeat is himself.
Han Ziqi kept leaning forward for a while, until the man's hand gradually loosened, and he took the opportunity to pull back.
The fingertips were still hot, Han Ziqi rubbed them lightly, and shouted in a low voice, "Get up and eat."
Han Tingsong frowned, and subconsciously grabbed at his chest, but he didn't catch anything, so he reluctantly opened his eyes.
"No appetite." Han Tingsong's voice was hoarse after a serious illness.
"Eat even if you don't have an appetite." Han Ziqi stood up and handed him the cup, "Drink the water first, and I'll make you some hot food."
When Han Ziqi returned to the room with the meal, the water on the table did not move at all, and the person on the bed hugged his quilt and fell asleep again.
"Get up and drink water." Han Ziqi's tone was indifferent, not like talking to a patient at all.
Han Tingsong acted as if he didn't hear it, and kept his body behind his back, motionless.
Han Ziqi stretched out his arm, grabbed a corner of the quilt, and mercilessly pulled it from Han Tingsong, "If you don't drink water, go sleep outside."
Han Tingsong, who was not wrapped in a warm quilt, curled up, opened his eyes reluctantly, and complained: "Is this what you should say to patients?"
"Do you want to drink?" Han Ziqi picked up the water glass on the table.
Han Tingsong in front of him still looked pitiful, got up with his arms propped up, half leaned against the bed and took the glass in his hand, "You are so fierce, let's see who dares to want you in the future."
The warm water slid down the mouth into Han Tingsong's throat, extinguishing the dryness of the mouth, making the whole person feel better instantly.
Han Ziqi took the empty glass, sat by the bed, and handed him the bowl of porridge, "Can you eat it yourself?"
Han Tingsong was still groggy, leaning against the bed with half-closed eyes, and might slip off the bed at any moment, "If I say no, can you still feed me?"
Han Tingsong's fever has not subsided, and he has no intention of eating at all.He was planning to continue sliding down the bed, even if he didn't have a quilt, he still had to sleep.
"Open your mouth."
Han Tingsong's lips were touched by a warm hard metal edge, his lips retreated subconsciously a few centimeters, and he lowered his eyes and opened them.
Right below the eyes, Leng Baipi held a metallic round spoon with steaming porridge on it.
Han Tingsong's behavior was beyond Han Tingsong's expectation, even though his stomach was full of water, he still opened his mouth and swallowed a spoonful of porridge.
After eating several mouthfuls of porridge, Han Tingsong finally couldn't hold back, "Child, I have a fever, why are you blushing so hard?"
"Say one more word, and you won't eat it." Han Ziqi threatened.
In this way, Han Tingsong ate a whole bowl of porridge and half a plate of vegetables even though he was completely reluctant.
Seeing that Han Ziqi took back the bowl and put the quilt back on him, Han Tingsong dared to say, "To be honest, your cooking is really unpalatable."
Han Ziqi pulled his quilt away, and said viciously, "Are you finished?"
"Okay, I'll stop making trouble, it's a bit uncomfortable." Han Tingsong pressed his head, "My head is about to explode."
"Illness can't control your mouth." Even when facing the patient, Han Ziqi's tone was still cold and ruthless, "Close your eyes."
"Huh?" Han Tingsong's head was in a daze, too lazy to think too much, and he closed his eyes as he said.
Until the temples are attached by a pair of slightly cool fingertips, with a gentle and comfortable massage, it is transmitted to the forehead and the back of the head, which relieves the discomfort caused by the headache to the greatest extent.
After the other party was completely asleep, Han Ziqi stopped, helped him tuck the corner of the quilt, and left the room with the bowl and chopsticks.
Looking at the half plate of vegetables left on the table, Han Ziqi twitched his lips.
Is it really that bad?
He picked up the chopsticks, put a vegetable in his mouth, and spit it out before he could chew it.
Salty to bitter.
How did the man eat half of the plate without showing any emotion?
Without hesitation, Han Ziqi picked up the remaining half of the plate and threw it all into the trash can.I saw half a pot of porridge left by the stove, took out half a bowl, and took a sip.
Without even a moment's hesitation, it was poured directly into the sewer.
Why is it still so hard after cooking for so long.
But the man obviously drank a whole bowl.
Thought it would be delicious.
But will eating these make the condition worse?
He put down the bowls and chopsticks, and tiptoed to his room. Through the crack of the door, he saw the man in the room sleeping soundly on his side, and he didn't seem to be affected by anything.
Han Ziqi calmed down a bit, turned around and returned to the sofa in the living room, took out his phone and started looking for takeaway.
But after searching for a long time, I couldn't find a restaurant that suits my appetite, so I simply turned off my mobile phone and dug out the unfinished bread for breakfast.
The side effects caused by lunch were not able to survive the day, and they were revealed out of control.
In the evening, Han Ziqi was sitting in the living room reading a book, when Han Tingsong suddenly ran into the bathroom and vomited.
Hearing the movement, Han Ziqi hurried over, only to see Han Tingsong half kneeling beside the toilet with a pale face, the broken hair on his forehead was soaked with sweat.
"How are you?" Han Ziqi knelt beside him and patted him lightly.But as soon as the palm of his hand touched the opponent's back, he was startled by the temperature coming through the clothes.
Very hot.
Han Ziqi felt inexplicably irritable, and handed him a glass of water to rinse his mouth. Seeing that he no longer vomited, he helped him up with his arm, "I'll take you to the hospital."
Han Tingsong was too weak to stand up, and leaned against him.The man was taller than him, and his slightly raised chin just touched his forehead, which made Han Ziqi's veins throbbing.
Han Tingsong still closed his eyes, unable to speak a word.
He supported the man and tried to hold his arm, but found that this posture could not support a man stronger than him at all.
Han Ziqi's brain became hot, and he hugged the man's waist.
The other party only wore a piece of cotton home clothes. The light and soft fabric couldn't hide the man's tight waist curve at all. It was obviously a perfect masterpiece left by years of self-discipline training.
Han Ziqi put his left arm around his waist and his right hand supported the man's arm, leading him step by step to the living room door.
Han Tingsong relied on his good health throughout the winter, only willing to wear finely tailored woolen coats, and never wore other warm things.
Han Ziqi leaned against the sofa in the living room, helped him put on his coat, and took out his own scarf to put on for him.He helped the man down the steps step by step and got into the car.
Not long after getting in the car, Han Ting held his stomach tightly, gritted his teeth and frowned tightly.
No matter how you think about the stomachache, it was all because of him, and Han Ziqi couldn't help but blame himself.He was not good at taking care of others, so he was completely at a loss, so he could only take out a tissue to help him wipe off the sweat that kept oozing out.
As soon as his fingertips touched his forehead, the man's hand suddenly stretched out and held down his wrist.
The strength of the other party's hand was not heavy, and the palms were still sweating. Han Ziqi tried to turn his wrist slightly to break free, but was held even tighter by the other party.
During this time together, Han Ziqi probably got a clear idea of a man's temperament. The more you confront him, he will be tougher than you.
What's more, he is still sick now.
Han Ziqi didn't break free again, and let the other party hold it like this. Following the sag of gravity, his fingers slowly moved from his forehead to the position of his lower abdomen, and pressed gently on it.
The man's thumb inadvertently rubbed his wrist back and forth, a little itchy, with the temperature from the blood after a high fever, burning Han Ziqi's whole body.
Although he knew that Han Tingsong was so uncomfortable that he couldn't open his eyes, he still turned his head to the side where he couldn't see the other party.
In the evening rush hour, the road is full of traffic.
The car's dark glass film concealed the teenager's unexplained panic and throbbing.
He always wanted to do something to cover up the inexplicable irritability at this moment.
Han Ziqi took out his mobile phone, sent a text message to his brother, and marked the detailed address of the hospital. If something happened to his brother, the police could contact him according to the address.
As soon as the news was sent, Han Ziqi's shoulders sank, and the arm holding the phone froze in place, unable to take it back for a long time.
Until the familiar aroma of shampoo came from his shoulders.
For a time he couldn't count, the man still holding his wrist put his head on his shoulder.
Han Tingsong was using the same brand of shampoo as him. At this time, because he didn't wear perfume, his whole body smelled similar to him, but Han Ziqi liked his original perfume better.
After arriving at the destination, Han Ziqi went to the emergency room.
At this time, Han Tingsong had already appeared comatose symptoms, and the doctor performed a painless gastroscopy on him.
The doctor looked at the gastroscope diagnosis list, "He is such an adult, he has such severe gastritis, and he doesn't know how to eat something easy to digest when he is sick?"
Han Ziqi was speechless for a moment.
The doctor pushed his glasses, "It's fine if he doesn't know how to pay attention, but your family doesn't know how to watch? It's all right now, stomach bleeding, go to the hospital."
In Han Ziqi's eyes, Han Tingsong is obviously a smart and clever person, why is he so stupid when it comes to eating.
The doctor handed him the medical card with the completed bill, "Okay, go pay the fee, and be careful in the future, his stomach can only be nourished, eat something light and easy to digest for the next two days."
Han Ziqi took the card, "Thank you doctor."
When Han Ziqi completed the hospitalization procedures and returned to the ward, Han Tingsong had already woken up.
Holding his hand all the way, the hanging bottle has been hung.Han Tingsong still had no blood on his face, but he still looked at him with a smile.
Han Ziqi was simmering with anger and had nowhere to vent, "Are you stupid?"
"Which aspect are you referring to?" Han Tingsong tilted his head.
"The rice is so bad, why don't you say it? Why do you still want to eat it?"
"Really? I think it's okay."
"Han Tingsong, I don't have time to talk to you."
"Son, this is your first time cooking."
Han Ziqi didn't reply, so it was his default.
"Whoever can achieve perfection first, I think it is very good." Han Tingsong said with a smile: "You do it next time, I can still eat it."
"There will be no next time."
I don't want to make your stomach bleed again.
"Actually, I'm quite touched." Han Tingsong had something to say in his words, "I thought there would no longer be anyone who would cook something for me."
Han Ziqi was startled, and pursed his lips, "My brother doesn't do it for you every day."
I will always do it for you in the future.
"Brother Ting Song, are you alright?" Han Sijun was holding a big lunch box, sweating profusely and pushing the door open.
"Brother, why are you here?" Han Ziqi worried, "Didn't I tell you to stay at home?"
Han Sijun scratched his head, "I see my brother told me the address, I... I was worried, so I took a taxi here." Han Sijun was still smiling and asking for credit, "Am I amazing?"
"Don't come out by yourself next time, tell me anyway."
"I called my brother, but he didn't answer, I'm worried." Han Sijun felt wronged.
Han Ziqi turned on the phone, and it turned out that
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