Heart distance

Faced with the rebellious teenager's aggressiveness and proactive attack, Han Tingsong will naturally not back down.

Han Tingsong got closer to him again, a cool breeze blew by, and the light wine smell of perfume, with intoxicating sweetness: "If you are not good, I will personally catch you back."

Han Tingsong's gaze left his eyes, slid to the tip of his nose, and finally stopped at his lips, "After that, I will punish you severely."

The young man was confused by the vague smell of alcohol, and the beating frequency of his heart was about to break through the threshold, but he was reluctant to back down.

"How...how should I be punished?" Han Ziqi clasped his fingertips into his palms, keeping a close distance between them.

Han Tingsong didn't expect that he would continue to ask, so he raised his eyebrows, "Child, why do I feel that you seem to be looking forward to it?"

Han Tingsong's breath sprayed around his lips, with a warm and humid breath.

"Not at all." Han Ziqi finally couldn't bear it any longer. He backed down early, stood up while supporting the table, and threw the extinguished fireworks into the trash can a few meters away.

With his back to the man, he pressed his heart tightly and took a deep breath, and it took him a long time to calm down.

In the end, he couldn't fight.

After his heartbeat and body temperature stabilized, Han Ziqi sat back next to Han Tingsong.

The latter took out a red envelope from his pocket and handed it to him, "Happy New Year, kid."

Han Ziqi looked at the bright red envelope, but didn't react for a while.

"New year's money." Han Tingsong rubbed his head, "You have what other people's children have."

"Thank you." Han Ziqi squeezed the envelope and carefully stuffed it into his pocket for fear of getting it wrinkled.

In the past, when parents were still there, they could receive New Year's money every year, and when his brother became an adult, he would receive an extra copy.

Later, when my parents were gone, my elder brother would make up for my parents' share.

Even if he lacked the family affection that should belong to him when he was young, it was fully made up for by the existence of his brother.

Until he almost lost his brother's love.

The reason why people experience heart-wrenching despair is because they were full of hope in their hearts.

If you never have, you will never experience the pain of loss and despair.

"I'll be an adult after the New Year, and I don't need the New Year's money." Han Ziqi pressed his pocket, but was reluctant to return it.

"In my eyes, you will always be a child." Han Tingsong said softly, "As long as you are willing, you can receive lucky money every year."

Sure enough, that person just treated him as a child.

Han Ziqi had a sore nose, "Don't always treat me like a child, it's me and my brother who are raising you."

Han Tingsong was taken aback by the other party's words, but after thinking about it carefully, there seemed to be no problem.

During the few months he lived here, Han Ziqi was responsible for the food, clothing, housing and transportation, and he didn't even collect the rent from him.

But Han Tingsong didn't feel ashamed, instead he said complacently: "Then will you still support me in the future?"

This kind of strange and ambiguous question became the biggest problem in Han Ziqi's eyes on New Year's Eve when the heart-shaped fairy sticks were lit.He lowered his head and rubbed the tip of his nose, "It's not impossible, it's just..."

"Brother, brother Tingsong, come on, let's play the fireworks fight together!" Han Tingsong shouted at them, waving his arms a few meters away.

Han Tingsong turned around, showing a nice smile on his face, even though this smile is sometimes annoying, it is better than sitting on the edge of the bed every night looking out the window without saying a word.

"Going to play?" Han Tingsong said: "If you don't want to go or if you feel cold, go upstairs. I will accompany your brother."

"Let's go." Han Ziqi took out a fairy wand from his feet, grabbed Han Tingsong's arm, and ran towards his brother.

After the fireworks display was over, after the three of them went upstairs, Han Ziqi put his brother to sleep, and when he went back to the living room to drink water, he saw Han Tingsong standing in front of the French window.

He came over with the cup.

"Do you have any dreams?" Han Tingsong said.

Han Ziqi thought his steps were light, but he didn't expect the man to notice it.

He stood beside Han Tingsong, "Dream?"

"Yes, let's hear it."

"No." He had thousands of dreams when he was a child, but for him now, it has long been shattered, and there are no dreams in his life.

"This answer doesn't work, change it." Han Tingsong was cold and serious.

Han Ziqi thought of the week before his parents' accident, the family planned to go to the seaside for summer vacation.Then he said casually, "Look at the sea."

"Okay." Han Ting responded, reached out to take the glass in his hand, and drank the water in one gulp.

As if driven by magic, Han Ziqi turned his head to look at his smooth movements, his eyes fixed on his Adam's apple rolling up and down.

It was probably because the heater in the house was overheated, and even wearing only a single piece of clothing made his mouth dry, but he had only drank half a glass of water a few minutes ago.

Han Ziqi took back the light-colored glass from the man's hand, "I'm asleep, good night."

He returned to the bedroom with the cup and locked the door behind him.

Han Ziqi sat at the desk and turned on the white eye protection lamp in front of the desk.

This light just made the glass crystal clear.

Following the light, one could clearly see the lip lines left by Han Tingsong on the edge of the cup, which completely coincided with the marks left by him when he drank water.

The strong vibration in my heart made the fingertips holding the cup numb.He put down the cup in a panic, opened the bottom drawer, took out the mirror and looked at himself.

So embarrassing.

The final result of cranky thinking made it difficult to fall asleep in the first half of the night.The brain was kneaded into a paste, what should have happened and what should not have happened, all happened in the dream in the second half of the night.

At five o'clock in the morning on the second day of the Lunar New Year, he was woken up by Han Tingsong's knock on the door, "Kid, get up soon to catch the plane."

Han Ziqi was not angry about getting up, but he was not in a good mood when he was woken up during the holiday.He opened the door and saw the man who was already dressed, "What are you doing?"

"Hurry up, the plane will be late in a while."

Han Ziqi's voice was hoarse when he just woke up, "Where are you going?"

"Look at the sea."

Those two simple words made Han Ziqi wake up completely.

Until Han Ziqi sat on the luxury seat of the plane and adjusted his seat belt, "Why do you have to pay three times the price to fly in first class when you only have a four-hour journey?"

"The most important thing to come out to play is to be happy, and the source of happiness is to spend money." Han Tingsong turned to ask Han Sijun, "Brother Jun, are you happy today?"

His brother had the so-called high-end lollipop imported from foreign countries that Han Tingsong bought for him at the airport just now for 68 yuan, and nodded desperately, "Happy!"

"Look." Han Tingsong turned around, "Your brother is the oldest in our family, if he says he is happy, he is really happy."

Han Ziqi was unable to refute for a while, but it didn't prevent him from thinking that this person was sick.

The comfortable seats in the first-class cabin greatly reduce the fatigue of the journey.But the three people who had just come out of the airport and were still wearing winter padded clothes felt the scorching sun that did not belong to this season.

The beautiful Sanya is like spring all the year round, full of warm and humid charm.

From when he said that his dream is to see the sea, to when he stood at the gate of Sanya Airport, it was only one day.However, Han Tingsong has prepared everything thoroughly, including the luxury sports car that has been waiting for them for a long time.

The air-conditioning in the car was refreshing. The car traveled south along the highway and stopped in front of a villa area by the sea.

According to the guidance of the staff, they came to a villa.The size of the villa is not large, but it is surrounded by a 270-degree panoramic view, with a panoramic view of the blue sea.

The villa is built on the sea. During the day, the feet are sandy beaches, and in the evening, after the high tide, the feet are sea water.

The villa has a balcony, and outside the balcony is a private beach with a small swimming pool next to the beach.

Han Sijun had already changed into his swimming gear, and with an oversized little yellow duck swimming ring around his waist, he jumped into the private swimming pool ecstatically.

Han Tingsong threw the winter padded clothes on the sofa and walked to his side, "Do you like it?"

The man's voice was gentle, but with a seductive tone.

Looking forward to the endless coastline, Han Zi nodded, "I like it."

"It's fine if you like it." Han Tingsong turned around and looked around the room, "There are two rooms here, both of which are standard rooms, do you sleep in one with your brother or with..."

"I slept with my brother." As if someone would discover the secret if he said it too late, Han Ziqi hurriedly ended the multiple-choice question ahead of time.

"Well, do you like to watch the sunrise or the sunset?" Han Tingsong asked.

"Sunset."

"Okay." Han Tingsong pushed open the door of a room on one side, "The one on the west side is for you and your brother, and I live in the one opposite."

The hotel has a 24-hour service and can provide fresh vegetables and cooking equipment.But it is rare for Han Sijun to come out to play, and he always wants to give the chef a vacation.

At dinner time, the three of them chose the cafeteria in the hotel.

After the meal, his brother immersed himself in the embrace of the private swimming pool again, exhilarated.

After seven o'clock in the evening, the sun has not yet set, and Han Tingsong walks along the terrace to the beach alone.

Wearing a pure white short-sleeved T-shirt, he sat casually on the soft beige sand, leaving only a back view.

Han Tingsong always likes to say that he is thin, but obviously he himself is not much fat, and the contours of his shoulder blades melt clearly under the setting sun.

On the south side of the beach, an outdoor bar is circled. One of the staff is holding a tambourine and the other is playing a saxophone, slowly humming familiar songs.

The sound of the waves blowing by the evening wind, accompanied by gentle music, was all fixed on the loose and clean back of Hanting under the red night of the setting sun.

Until a round of crescent moon rises slowly with the singing.

"You asked me how deeply I love you, and how much I love you.

You think about it, you go and see, the moon represents my heart. "

Han Ziqi, who was standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows, was driven by the singing, slowly opened the glass door, and walked in the most dazzling direction.

The melodious and melodious singing confuses all his sights.

Han Ziqi lost consciousness for a second until he was overwhelmed by Kong Luoluo's feet and his brother's exclamation.

"Brother! Brother!" Han Sijun's panicked scream startled Han Tingsong.

Hearing the sound, he hurriedly got up and ran to the small private pool.

Han Ziqi who fell into the water didn't even struggle, he couldn't bear to think about it, he plunged into the water and fished him out.

The height of the private swimming pool is less than 1.5 meters. In theory, Han Ziqi's height will not be submerged, but cramping or excessive tension during the period cannot be ruled out.

Han Tingsong put Han Ziqi flat on the ground and patted his face, "How are you, kid?"

There was no response at the first time, and Han Tingsong quickly performed CPR for him.

Han Sijun was still wearing a swimming ring, and he was running around in a hurry.

"It still doesn't work." Han Tingsong said eagerly: "Brother Jun, I have to do artificial respiration, can you?"

"I, I won't." Han Sijun waved his hands in a panic.

"You won't, then I can only come."

"Brother Ting Song, hurry up, blow on my brother, I can't die!" Han Sijun was about to cry.

It only took a few minutes for Han Ziqi to recover from unconsciousness.He fell into the water by mistake and drank a few mouthfuls of pool water. He was extremely depressed, and the two people around him were still yelling in his ears, making him so upset that he didn't want to talk at all.

It wasn't until Han Ting pinched the tip of his nose and opened his mouth that Han Ziqi hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop the other party's next behavior.

Han Ziqi propped his arms and looked at the man in front of him in panic.

The white t-shirt on Han Tingsong's body was already wet with water, his dark brown bangs were stuck to his forehead, and there were still drops of water on his eyelashes.

He swallowed his throat with the smell of disinfectant, and finally couldn't hold it back, hurriedly got up from the ground, ran frantically to the pool and vomited.

The unpleasant smell of disinfectant gushed out from the abdominal cavity, and after finally vomited, Han Ziqi felt a little better.

Until Han Tingsong handed over a freshly opened bottle of mineral water.

Han Ziqi then rinsed his mouth.

"What are you doing? It's just helping you with artificial respiration." Han Tingsong said, with no hint of anger in his tone, "Even if you don't want to, you don't have to react so much."

"I'm not unwilling." Han Ziqi replied truthfully, "I just choked on the water."

"No, that's the willingness?" Han Tingsong said with great interest, "What do you want? Are you willing to give artificial respiration with me, or..."

"Han Tingsong, what are you thinking about every day?" Han Ziqi was in a hurry and interrupted him directly.

Han Ziqi suspected that there was something wrong with this person's brain circuit, so he should see a psychologist.

Han Ziqi didn't want to continue this boring topic with him, so he got up and was about to leave with a water bottle.

"Hey, kid, have you ever kissed?"

Han Ziqi paused and his heart skipped a beat.

But ignored him.

When he returned to the room, it was already nine o'clock in the evening. Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the room, he could still see the purple-orange coastline from a distance.

Not long after, Han Sijun came back with his swimming ring in his arms, and Han Tingsong dragged him to the bathroom to take a shower.

Later, when Han Ziqi returned to his room after taking a shower, his brother was already snoring on another bed.

In fact, Han Ziqi had expected that tonight would be a sleepless night.After several failed attempts to fall asleep, Han Ziqi decided to give up.

He tiptoed up, came to his brother's bed, covered him with the quilt, got up and opened the door.

He opened the door and found that the opposite door was unlocked.

The moon cannot be seen in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows on the east side, and the morning sun has not yet ushered in.It was pitch black, except for a night light that cast a dim light in the air.

Han Tingsong stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows with his trouser pockets in his hands, blocking half of the dark night.

Han Ziqi held on to the doorknob of his room and stood there, all eyes were on the man's back.

Until Han Tingsong turned around and met his eye-catching eyes, "Want to come to my room to sleep?"

It seems that the invitation with a hint of inducement is pushing him to a road of no return.

Perhaps the high-concentration disinfectant in the swimming pool burned his chest cavity, and the highly oxidizing sodium hypochlorite came into contact with carbon dioxide in the air, resulting in a redox reaction.

As a result, this clearly sober brain lost its last sanity.

Han Ziqi let go of the doorknob and slowly walked into the dark room.

When Han Ziqi felt the scorching ears, he was already lying on the bed next to Han Tingsong. The distance between the two single beds was only one meter, and there was only a bedside table in between.

Although the two doors of the room were closed and his brother's snoring could no longer be heard, Han Ziqi did not fall asleep any easier because of this.

The morning sun shines in linearly through the gaps in the curtains.

Han Ziqi turned around and looked at the man next to him. As he said, this man not only didn't snore when he slept, but was also very honest. He didn't even turn over the whole night.

I have to admit that he is indeed a conscientious roommate.

Han Ziqi moved the pillow to make himself more comfortable.

Until Han Tingsong turned around and met his gaze, "Have you seen enough?"

This was the first sentence Han Tingsong said to him on the second day in Sanya.

Han Ziqi didn't even have a chance to refute, if he didn't want to reply, he would keep silent.

He turned and closed his eyes.

Fortunately, Han Tingsong did not continue to entangle.

Han Ziqi heard the sound of the man getting up and rubbing against the cloth, he should be changing clothes.

The beds of the two people are close to each other, Han Tingsong seems to be changing clothes between the two beds.

He turned his back to Han Tingsong, and the hair on the back of his head could even feel the air flow brought by the other party when he put on and undressed.

By the way, with the hot breeze of the tropical marine monsoon climate, it touched Han Ziqi's ears that hadn't cooled down all night.

Risking being discovered by Han Tingsong, Han Ziqi buried his head in the quilt in an attempt to insulate himself from the scorching heat.

Little did they know that the fully wrapped quilt was not only stuffy, but also difficult to breathe.

In such a luxurious hotel, why is the air conditioner in the room so poor.

While Han Ziqi was still worrying about the situation at this time, the quilt on his head was pulled away.

Han Tingsong's voice came from above, "Don't cover it up, I'm going out."

Han Ziqi didn't respond, and didn't dare to open his eyes.

"Sleep well, I won't come in before noon."

It wasn't until he heard the sound of the door slamming that he slowly opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling above his head, feeling ashamed.

Sure enough, it was discovered.

Even though he didn't sleep all night last night, Han Ziqi got out of bed in the middle of the morning.

In the living room there are milk and slices of bread wrapped in strawberry jam.Through the glass window of the living room, Han Tingsong and his brother are sitting by the private beach and building a castle.

Perhaps because of the heat, Han Tingsong, who was wearing a white T-shirt, rolled up his cuffs to his shoulders. His shoulders were tightly muscled, and under the shade of the parasol, they still glowed healthy and dazzling.

Han Ziqi subconsciously rolled up his cuffs and looked at them, they were thin and white.I am also nearly half a head shorter than him.

No wonder you can never beat him.

Han Ziqi put down his cuffs, drank the milk on the table in one gulp, turned around and went to the refrigerator to get another box.

After taking the milk, Han Ziqi was about to close the refrigerator door, but was held in place by a hand stretched out behind him.

"Why did you drink so much milk today?"

Han Tingsong stood behind him, with a lazy smell on his body after being sunburned.

The back in the air-conditioned room was in contact with the sun-heated chest, like the huge contrast between the hot summer and the ice and snow, which made him lose his mind.

Han Tingsong stretched out his arms from the side of his face, and took out two bottles of cold drinks with one hand.

The outstretched arm inadvertently rubbed against his side ear, burning it.

Seeing that he was still holding on to the armrest of the refrigerator, Han Ting held his forearm tightly to prevent him from being caught, and closed the refrigerator door, "Why don't you talk?"

"It has nothing to do with you." Han Ziqi came back to his senses, unscrewed the cap of the bottled milk, and drank half a glass of iced milk in one go to cool himself down.

Han Tingsong still kept pressing the refrigerator door, encircling him in his arms.

Han Ziqi took another sip of milk, turned around, "You're blocking my way."

Han Tingsong moved away the hand that was pressing on the refrigerator door, and changed his other hand to hold the soda, moved his eyes to the corner of his mouth, and smiled slightly.

The free hand took the opportunity to lift up, the slightly curved index finger and middle finger pressed against his chin, the thumb lightly pressed against his upper lip, and the fingertips slid from left to right lightly with the coolness of the iced soda.

The moment Han Tingsong left his lips, Han Ziqi saw the remaining milk stains on it.

It was obviously milky white milk, but Han Ziqi's hot eyes were reddish, and even the back leaning against the refrigerator door welcomed the tropical warm wind.

By the time Han Ziqi reacted, the other party had already walked out of the room.

The man's firm shoulders were reflected in the sun, his lips were pointed at the soda bottle, and his rolling Adam's apple glowed with warmth.

Han Ziqi swallowed and drank the milk carefully, his eyes still resting on him uncontrollably.

After dinner, the three of them came to the outdoor bar.

The boss is a middle-aged couple. Seeing them coming, the lady boss greeted them warmly and handed them two drink orders.

Han Ziqi sat in the same row as his brother.He didn't have any special requirements for drinks, so he directly said to the proprietress without looking at the list, "A bottle of Coke."

"Sorry, we don't have a single drink here, you can try our special drink."

The proprietress pointed to the drink marked with the Hot picture, "You can try our signature! These are very popular, everyone loves to drink them, and they are very helpful for sleep."

Han Ziqi, who barely slept last night, was rarely interested, whether it was true or not, at least it was better than nothing.

He was about to speak, but was interrupted by Han Tingsong, "Give them a glass of lemon mango each, and I'll take the first glass of the best-selling special tune."

Han Tingsong took back the drink list in front of him and handed it to the proprietress along with his own without asking what the others meant.

"Mangoes are delicious, and I love mango juice," Han Sijun said.

Han Tingsong has no objection, but it doesn't mean that Han Ziqi has no opinion, "Why can you drink the signboard, but me and my brother can't?"

"Those contain alcohol."

Han Ziqi refused to accept it, "What's wrong with the alcohol?"

"If you drink too much alcohol, you will get drunk."

"Then will you be drunk?"

"of course."

Han Ziqi probed, "What will happen if you're drunk?"

Han Tingsong looked at him, raised his chin and said with a smile: "Child, why do I feel that you seem to be looking forward to it?"

At this time, the service staff served drinks and handed two glasses of freshly squeezed juice to Han Ziqi and Han Tingsong.

"Not at all." Han Ziqi picked up the cup and bit the straw, avoiding Han Tingsong's gaze, "It doesn't matter to me what you do."

Han Sijun had already gone to the beach with a drink to watch the crabs, and there were only the two of them left here.

"Really?" Han Tingsong turned the bottom of the goblet freely with his fingertips.

A dark space with only two people, accompanied by the melodious melody of the saxophone.

Han Ziqi stood up and prepared to leave.

But Han Ting held his wrist tightly.The man didn't speak, he picked up the glass of alcoholic drink and drank it down.

"I'm drunk and will mess with my relatives."

An indescribable impulse flowed back and forth throughout the body along the grasped wrist and the melodious singing voice.

Han Tingsong turned his head to look at him, and turned slightly red, "How about it, are you looking forward to it?"

The author has something to say: Knock on the blackboard, remember what Mr. Han said, what happens when you get drunk, this question will be tested!

According to Mr. Han's rich and powerful personality, Wang Hai must at least be a Hawaiian or something.

But during the epidemic period, I can't go abroad at will, so I chose the beautiful coastal cities in China.

After all, the sky of the motherland is blue sky~

I am very diligent today and it will be updated at 0:23, and I will be caught tomorrow, so I will update it at 9:[-] tomorrow night, and it will be updated at [-]:[-] am in the future.What~

感谢在2021-07-1308:53:41~2021-07-1322:36:41期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the deep-water torpedo: 16 white clouds float in the blue sky;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 12 bottles of la la la la la; 1 bottle of Bo Jun Yi Xiao;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!