Heart distance

Han Tingsong looked in the direction of the voice, and smiled at the boy in the light-colored coat, "Child, you came too late."

He turned to the colleagues around him and said, "I'm sorry everyone, a family member came to pick me up and go home."

Saying that, Han Tingsong picked up his coat and prepared to go out.

"Hey, no, I can't go!" The man with dirty braids stopped him, took out his phone and checked the time, "It's been more than half an hour now, the game is over. Even if he comes, he will still be punished for the wine."

"Here, keep drinking." The man with dreadlocks handed him the beer bottle again.

The wine was snatched back by Han Ziqi, "I'll drink it for him."

"You can do it." The man with dreadlocks raised his finger, "But you have to multiply by two."

Han Tingsong didn't give Han Ziqi a chance to think, and took the wine bottle from the young man, "Why are you here to join in the fun?"

After all, Han Tingsong drank the last half bottle of beer.

But if you drink it again, your stomach will be overwhelmed.

The man with dirty braids saw his hesitation, "Old Han, don't be brave, your body is important, just find a girl to kiss and it will all be resolved."

"What?" Han Ziqi's spine stiffened slightly, suspecting that he was hallucinating.

The surroundings were extremely noisy, everyone's attention was on Han Tingsong and the girls, and they had no time to pay attention to Han Ziqi's questions and unexplained panic.

"Child, can you do me a favor?" Han Tingsong approached him and said softly.

"Help for what?" He was still thinking about what the man with dreadlocks said.

"Old Han, can you stop the ink, please fix it quickly! You need to ask a brat with no hair yet?" The man with dreadlocks couldn't wait, "He knows a shit."

The other party's words made Han Ziqi instantly upset, but Han Tingsong suppressed the clenched wrist just now, "Don't worry, he's just that person, he has no malicious intentions."

"So if you don't refuse, I'll take it as if you agreed." Han Tingsong continued.

"Promise what?"

"Hurry up, we can't wait!" the man with dreadlocks urged, pulling the three girls present to Han Tingsong one by one.

Han Tingsong stood up straight, glanced at the three girls in front of him, but still held Han Ziqi's wrist tightly, afraid that if he let go, the child would make a move.

Han Tingsong took half a step back, fell silent for a few seconds amidst the noise, and tightened his grip on Han Ziqi's hand.In the gap where no one noticed, he grabbed the boy's hand and pulled towards him.

Han Tingsong's force was so strong that Han Ziqi was about to throw himself into his chest.

Han Tingsong raised his arm and rolled up the clothes to the elbow.

With a meaningful smile in his bright and deep eyes, he lowered his head and left a kiss on his slender, white forearm.

There is only a momentary soft touch, and there is no stay for a moment, and it even takes a lot of effort to feel it.

The sense of touch spread all the way down the forearm to Han Ziqi's fingertips, with a slight pain of soft needles piercing each other.

Han Ting let him go, and didn't forget to help him pull down the cuffs, then shrugged to the colleagues around him, "The kiss is over, so I should go home, see you at work."

"Hey, Han Tingsong is not like you, aren't you cheating?"

"Fuck, this kid is too smart, it's fine if he doesn't find a girl to kiss. If you are not allowed to kiss your mouth, you should kiss your face anyway. Do you kiss your arm for loneliness?"

"Let's go." Han Tingsong ignored the complaints behind him and pulled him outside.

The other party was still relaxed, but Han Ziqi was unavoidably unaffected.

The most intuitive feelings are only two points, nervousness and panic.

Coming out of the restaurant, Han Tingsong still held the kissed arm.

Han Ziqi was dragged behind, but he couldn't take his eyes off his hands.

Is this the consequence of messing with relatives after drinking?

Han Tingsong came to the side of the road, stopped a taxi, opened the door and let Han Ziqi sit in the back seat.

Seeing that he kept silent, Han Ting opened his mouth, "Are you angry?"

"No." Han Ziqi didn't try to deceive anyone.

"Then why is it so quiet?"

"do not know what to say."

"Okay." Han Ziqi rubbed his hair, took out a pack of disinfectant wipes from his pocket and handed them to him, "I can't wipe it for you, at worst, go back and take a good bath."

Han Ziqi took the wet wipe, but didn't wipe it.

It's not that I think you're dirty.

"You saw that group of people. They get along in this way. They dare to play with anything. But I can't really pick a girl to kiss. If I'm not related to someone for no reason, how can I have a boyfriend in the future."

"You are quite a gentleman." Han Ziqi answered casually.

It's not like that for me.

Han Tingsong didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Child, are you praising me?"

"Yes, I praise you as a gentleman." But Han Ziqi was not happy.

"A gentleman?" Han Tingsong sneered, "I'm not a good person, if I act like a hooligan, God can't stop me."

Even if Han Ziqi didn't know much about emotional matters, he could hear the meaning of the provocative words.

This man maintains a great gentleman's demeanor in front of outsiders, but he likes to play hooligans against him. Is he not worth it?

Han Ziqi's mouth was bitter, and he didn't want to continue this kind of meaningless topic, "It doesn't matter to me what you do."

"But please don't make such boring calls anymore, I don't have time to play with you."

"I didn't make the call." Han Tingsong shook his head and smiled, "I really didn't expect you to come today."

"So, why did you come here?" Han Ting loosened his arms and turned to look at him.

Han Ziqi himself didn't know why.

He could obviously turn off his phone and lie on the bed and have a good sleep, so why did he have to get up from the bed and wade through this muddy water.

But if he didn't come tonight, who would Han Tingsong choose?Will you choose a favorite among those female colleagues, will you not only be satisfied with kissing the arm, but other areas that will increase your relationship, and even blush and heartbeat.

With Han Tingsong's appearance, he should be liked by others. Will it develop into a romantic relationship, get along with each other, get married and have children.

There was a passerby crossing the road ahead, the driver slammed on the brakes, and the sound of cursing interrupted his wild thoughts.

Han Ziqi recovered from the painful thoughts, and took a deep breath while pressing his forehead.

He suspected that he was seriously ill and there was no cure.

"Child, what are you thinking about?"

"It's nothing." Han Ziqi bit the tip of his tongue, "If you are still drunk in the future, you can call me anytime."

He didn't know why he deliberately emphasized these, but he had a hunch that if he didn't say it now, he would definitely lose sleep tonight.

The other party's words surprised Han Tingsong, but he didn't continue to say anything.Sitting up straight and looking forward, he said softly, "Okay."

The simple words of one word carry imperceptible pleasure.

But when Han Ziqi lay back on the bed again, he realized that he had overestimated his level. Even after saying that, he still lost sleep.

The gaps in the thick dark lattice curtains have begun to shine the color of the sun. He lay flat on the bed, raised his right arm and stretched it out in front of his eyes.

That location did not leave any trace at all, but the strange touch and the picture at that time can still be clearly seen as long as the eyes are closed.

Some touching pasts are never afraid of the passing of time, and are hidden in the softest position by caring people.

It was rare for Han Ziqi to sleep in late. When he got up, his brother had already prepared breakfast and left for work.

Han Tingsong sat on the sofa, reading the financial newspaper that just arrived today.

"Did you not sleep last night, why did you wake up so late?" Han Tingsong looked down at the newspaper.

Regardless of whether the speaker intended it or not, the listener felt guilty, stepped into the trap he had dug, and said stiffly, "No."

"It's fine if you don't have one." Han Tingsong put down the newspaper, folded it and put it on the coffee table, "I'm going to the martial arts gym to train the contestants in the competition, do you want to come?"

Han Ziqi remembered the Sanda competition organized before the winter vacation, but Han Tingsong didn't let him participate.

He had meant to go, but declined.

"Then I'm leaving." Han Tingsong took out his coat from the hanger and put it on, "Your brother didn't prepare lunch, is he coming back to have lunch with you?"

"No, I can solve it myself." Han Tingsong took a sip of milk.

"Okay. I'm leaving then."

It wasn't until the door was closed that Han Ziqi was left alone in the room, and Han Ziqi finally relaxed. The tense mood tortured him half to death.

The erratic feeling that often appears recently is strange and annoying.

Not how he likes it.

Han Ziqi finished the last batch of winter vacation homework alone at home. He almost never checked his phone, so he opened Qzone.

There are very few people in Han Ziqi's friend list, so Chang Qi, who loves to share life very much, is particularly eye-catching in his circle of friends.

His eyes stayed on Chang Qi's latest space news.

It was posted 3 minutes ago.

[Picture] Mr. Han is so handsome, he is my male god in this life!If I were a woman, I would love him forever, hello male god, please accept my worship.

The picture is a personal photo of Han Tingsong, and it is a kicking action captured by Chang Qi. There is only a back view and half a face from the side, but it gives people infinite reverie.

The post was only posted for a few minutes, but it received hundreds of likes. Han Ziqi wondered how many people Chang Qi had added to his QQ.

In addition to likes, there are dozens of comments.

"Grass, really handsome, who is Brother Qi?"

"Whoa, is this the teacher who teaches Sanda?"

"Ahhhhh, isn't he really a martial arts star?"

"Damn it, is Bruce Lee alive? He's more handsome than Bruce Lee!"

"Please contact me, don't force me to kneel down and beg you!"

"Chang Qi has to show some face, don't be ignorant of what's good or bad, Mo Duo Mo Duo, send more!"

"Excuse me, are you married, do you have a girlfriend?"

"Please look at the face!"

Most of the commenters are not Han Ziqi's friends, they can only see their nicknames, it seems that they are all friends of Chang Qi from the same school.

Han Ziqi was upset and was about to quit, but saw another update from Chang Qi, he subconsciously clicked on it, this time it was a video.

It is a complete confrontation video between Han Tingsong and an opponent. Han Tingsong is agile and subdues the opponent within 2 minutes.

But what others don't know is that this man looks more attractive in a suit than he is now.

In Han Ziqi's mouth, there was a taste similar to bitter lemon, only sour and bitter, without any sweetness of lemon.

The following comments and likes are even added every three to five seconds.

The retweet icon in the lower right corner has already indicated that it has been retweeted more than 180 times.With such a large amount of forwarding, Chang Qi must not have set up privacy.In other words, as long as you want, the whole world can see such a Hanting pine.

Han Ziqi was annoyed, so he directly turned off the phone screen.

Five minutes later, Chang Qi called.

"I'll wipe it, you're not busy, Marshal Han!"

"What?" Han Ziqi didn't understand the situation for a moment.

"If you're not busy, don't tell me to come to class together." Chang Qi said excitedly, as if he had just done strenuous exercise, "You don't even know how fucking handsome Teacher Han is today."

"Oh, I'm busy, so I didn't go." Han Ziqi lied, "Besides, I'm not interested in him."

"Fart! You still have time to like my post when you have something to do? We have known each other for so many years, and this is the first time you clicked on me. I begged you to read it before but you didn't. You are willing to make an exception to check my space for Teacher Han. How dare you say you're not interested?"

Han Ziqi pinched the bridge of his nose, "I don't remember liking it, maybe I accidentally clicked it wrong."

"Oh, that's it. However, Teacher Han lives at your house, so you can watch it whenever you want." Chang Qi sighed, "Unlike us, you can only watch it once in class, so you are lucky !"

"Chang Qi, about Teacher Han, you..." Han Ziqi hesitated to speak.

"Don't worry, I understand what you mean, I won't talk nonsense about him."

"Well, thanks."

"Damn it, you fucking say thank you to your buddies, isn't it disgusting?" Chang Qi said, "Okay, we're going to class soon, so I won't tell you."

"Wait a minute." Han Ziqi called to stop him, "Set permissions on your QQ space."

"Ah? Why?"

"Not safe."

Before dinner, as soon as his brother brought the food to the table, Han Tingsong got stuck ordering home.

Han Tingsong washed his hands and sat in front of the table, "It's really timely to come back today, I'm afraid it will be too late."

The other party seemed to be in a good mood, and it seemed that he had a very happy day.

"Brother Jun, the astragalus tripe soup you made for me when I was hospitalized, can you cook it for me again these two days? Since I was discharged from the hospital, I miss it every day."

Han Sijun brought the bowl to Han Tingsong's table, nodded and smiled innocently, "Okay, Brother Tingsong likes it, I will make it for Brother Tingsong every day."

"I don't need it every day. That soup will be boiled for a long time, so I will drink it again."

This soup is really troublesome to cook, it takes one or two hours to boil it, and to ensure the taste, you have to keep an eye on the heat.

Han Ziqi remembered that during the few days when Han Tingsong was hospitalized, his brother stayed in the kitchen almost all day, he really liked Han Tingsong.

Even like now, he would pass the first bowl of rice to his elder brother before, but put the bowl in front of Han Tingsong.

Taking advantage of the gap between his brother serving the second bowl of rice, Han Tingsong pushed the rice bowl at hand to him, "You eat first."

"No, I'm not hungry."

Han Tingsong picked up the chopsticks and said without further politeness, "Aren't you curious about what I'm going to talk about in class today?"

After finishing the meal, Han Sijun hurriedly took off his apron, "I just came back after dinner today, I'm going downstairs to play!"

"Well, it's not too late."

After his brother left, Han Ziqi replied, "I'm not interested in knowing."

Han Ziqi was not hungry, the point was that he didn't want to be alone in the same space with Han Tingsong, he quickly finished his porridge, packed his bowl and chopsticks, and was about to go back to his room.

Han Tingsong quickly stopped him, "Are you hiding from me?"

Han Ziqi lowered his eyes to avoid his eyes, "No."

"Then why are you guilty?"

"I'm not guilty." Han Ziqi pushed away, "I'm going to broadcast live."

Han Ziqi returned to the room, sat on the seat to relax for a while, and boarded the live broadcast room.

"Good date!"

"Date, can you do English tonight? I only have English homework left!"

"Alright, if I'm doing English tonight, I'll go get the English test paper too."

"it is good."

Han Ziqi had finished all his homework, so he casually took out a set of English test papers from the bookshelf on the desk, and only after he started writing did he realize that it was CET-[-].

After finishing, Han Ziqi closed the test paper and asked netizens for the first time.

"What will happen to a person who is guilty?"

"Hey?"

"Date just said something?"

"Did I hear you right?"

"Date is because you are guilty, why are you guilty?"

"Zai Zai, you were criticized by the teacher today? No, you are still on winter vacation?"

"Is something wrong with your boyfriend? I think you do look weird today."

"You haven't answered my question yet."

"This question is too general. There are many types of guilty conscience. It depends on the type of guilty conscience."

"For example, the guilt of not finishing homework, the guilt of being lazy at work, the guilt of being caught stealing, or the guilt of being caught by a crush."

"What are the manifestations of the above types of guilty conscience?"

"Actually, it's not that troublesome. No matter what kind of guilty conscience you are, you will be nervous in front of the person involved, avoiding other people's eyes, and you will feel uncomfortable in your chest, and you can't wait to get into the cracks in the wall."

Han Ziqi touched his chest subconsciously.

"So, what's wrong with you, date? What do you want to tell me?"

"Yeah, we're all worried about you."

"I'm fine. It's my friend. I asked for him."

"Okay, it's time, see you tomorrow."

After turning off the computer, he felt the coldness of his palms. The weather forecast for the past two days said that there will be a heavy snowfall, which will reduce the temperature in a large area.

Han Ziqi took out a quilt from the cabinet and went to the living room.

Just after the financial news ended, Han Tingsong was sitting on the sofa with his chin propped up.

Han Ziqi put the quilt on his bed, "The temperature has cooled down in the past two days, and I brought you an extra quilt."

Han Tingsong got up and came to him, "Don't hide from me anymore?"

Han Ziqi forced himself not to avoid his eyes, "I didn't hide them at all."

The two people's eyes met, Han Tingsong never seemed to take the initiative to avoid his eyes.

The advertisement between the two programs was played on the TV, and the infinitely amplified sound made time stand still here.

Han Tingsong was taller than him, and Han Ziqi needed to raise his jaw slightly to see him more easily.

It's like two angry children, saying that they don't want to be the coward who has a guilty conscience and avoids his eyes.

The commercial ended, and the following program seemed to be an 80s documentary, and a long section of the front was played silently.

The dark TV background instantly darkened the living room where the lights were not turned on.The colorful nightclub outside the window is reflected obliquely on Han Tingsong's facial features, but it is still not as bright as his eyes.

Even if there is no wind in the room, although the distance between the two people is not very close, relying on the voluntary and irregular movement of the molecules is enough to let the faint fragrance of the other person flow in along his nasal cavity.

Light wine flavor, not sugar-free, very sweet, it is the taste of perfume aftertaste.

Han Ziqi saw the whole process of the corners of his mouth, and the man raised his hand to scratch the bridge of his nose lightly, "Son, since you care about me so much, why don't you just invite me to sleep in your room?"

Han Tingsong took the lead to avoid his sight, glanced out the window, and then looked at him again, "It's not like they haven't slept together before."

"How about it, think about it?"

The author has something to say: As we all know, creating something out of nothing is the best excuse.

感谢在2021-07-1522:02:49~2021-07-1608:54:20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 threw the landmines: 5 clusters of carp;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: G&S1 bottle;

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