Heart distance

"Is my brother willing?" Han Ziqi pretended to be calm.

Han Tingsong didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and rubbed his hair with his hands, "Okay, whatever you say is right."

Seeing that the two were chatting vigorously, the cashier interrupted impatiently, "Do you still want this wine? If you don't want it, I will refund it to you."

Before it was Han Ziqi's turn to speak, Han Tingsong spoke first, "Yes, of course. I want to taste the taste of shrimp made with such expensive wine."

"I'll pay for today's money." Han Tingsong took out his mobile phone and scanned the code for the cashier.

Han Ziqi looked calm, but in fact he was so guilty that his heart was beating wildly. The sweat on his back flowed down to his lower back through his clothes. He wished he could go out immediately to get some air.

But no matter what, at least it got muddled.

Coming out of the supermarket and returning to the door of the house, Han Sijun rushed towards the large piles of snow, "Oh, make a snowman! Build a big snowman for playing house."

"Want to be together?" Han Tingsong turned to ask him.

Han Ziqi felt guilty, afraid that Han Tingsong would bring up what happened just now, after all, his words were full of loopholes, and that man was extremely smart, "No, you guys can play, I'll go back to study."

Saying that, Han Ziqi took the bag from his hand, turned around and went upstairs.

After dinner, Han Ziqi boarded the live broadcast room.

"Hi date, good evening."

"Today is another day to ask my date friend if he has done anything."

"That's right, did your friend do it? Don't delay this matter, so as not to have long nights and dreams."

Han Ziqi's palms were sweating, and he pinched the mouse with his fingertips, "Not yet, my friend plans tonight."

"Wow!!! Are you going to act tonight? Come on, friend date! Waiting for your good news."

"Whoa, why am I so excited!"

"However, my friend may still be in trouble now. How can he get that person drunk?"

"It's easy to say, it's great to drink with him."

"However, when drinking, you must be careful not to get drunk, or you will be cold hahahaha!"

Han Ziqi knew that Han Tingsong would definitely not let him drink, and might even criticize him.

"I'm afraid this method won't work. Is there anything else?"

"How does that person drink?"

"It should be normal."

"What kind of wine did your friend buy, and what degree of duck?"

"Baijiu, 53 degrees."

"I'm going, it's so high, it's easy to say, you just ask your friend to tell him that drinking some wine before going to bed can help you sleep, and drinking half a glass of ordinary glass is almost the same."

"You don't need to get too drunk. If you get too drunk, you will be stupid. You just want to sleep and can't do anything."

"Okay, let my friend try it tonight."

"Yeah, friend date, come on! Waiting for your good news!"

"Ahhhhhhh, so excited, so excited!"

"Okay, let's start writing the English test paper."

"...a learning anchor who changes his face in a second."

"Today's fun is exhausted."

After the broadcast, Han Ziqi came out of the bedroom and saw Han Tingsong watching the news, so he quietly opened the door and walked into the bathroom to take a shower.

In the middle of the bath, he realized that the bath liquid at home was used up, and the new ones were in the supermarket bag and hadn't been taken out yet.

Now go out and get it, have to get dressed again, or get someone else to help.But now there is only Han Tingsong at home, he couldn't help but look at himself naked in the glasses.

The humid air in the bathroom covered the glass mirror with an ambiguous mist, and all kinds of unrealistic ideas made the chest throb wildly.Han Ziqi swallowed his throat and gave up.

Suddenly, he thought of the bottle of body wash that Chang Qi gave him this morning.Han Ziqi opened the cabinet on the upper floor of the bathroom and took it out.

He opened the bottle cap and squeezed out some in the palm of his hand. Both the body of the bottle and the liquid inside were light pink.

Han Ziqi couldn't help wondering, with Chang Qi's character, how could he give such a girly thing.

A sweet strawberry smell spreads along the moist and warm air.

It doesn't smell bad either.

Han Ziqi came out of the shower, just in time for the evening news.Health product advertisements have already started to broadcast on the TV, Han Tingsong held the remote control and did not change the channel, his eyes were fixed on the screen, as if he was still in a daze.

Han Ziqi looked calm, went to the living room to get half a glass of water, then went to the kitchen to get out white wine, he drank up the water in the glass, and poured half a glass of white wine into it.

A unique smell of alcohol spread slowly along the cup. This smell was not unpleasant to Han Ziqi, but it was very strange.

Han Ziqi double-checked the amount of baijiu, which should be enough for an average drinker.

He held the cup tightly, forced himself to focus on nothing else, and put a small half cup of baijiu on the tea table in front of Han Tingsong.

Han Ziqi cleared his throat, "My brother said that you don't need so much wine to make drunken shrimp. You can drink the rest. It's a waste to keep it."

"And..." Han Ziqi's eyes wandered, and he subconsciously rubbed his fingertips behind his back, "I heard that drinking a moderate amount of alcohol before going to bed can help you sleep. This may be useful to you."

His words brought Han Tingsong back to reality, the man looked at him with his chin propped up, glanced at the white wine on the table, picked up the glass and stood up.

Han Tingsong held the liquor in front of him, and the linear light in the living room passed through the transparent glass, "Child, I don't know what your purpose is."

"However, let me remind you." Han Tingsong pressed the edge of the glass to his mouth, raised his head and drank it in a gulp, "It's just such a small amount, it won't make me drunk at all."

The man's sharp Adam's apple rolled twice in front of Han Ziqi.When he drank the glass of wine, he was as unmoved as drinking plain water.

Han Tingsong raised the corner of his mouth, and stuffed the empty glass into his palm, "But..."

Han Tingsong leaned slightly, put the tip of his nose close to his neck, lowered his head and sniffed, "Your new bath liquid smells good."

After all, Han Tingsong didn't hold on anymore, left him alone and went back to his room.

Han Ziqi's legs were weak, and he slumped on the sofa, completely discouraged.

I have spent so much time thinking and deliberating, but the smart people have already noticed it clearly.

I still foolishly thought that the plot had succeeded, and I was complacent, which was extremely ridiculous.

The next day, Han Ziqi received a call from Chang Qi early in the morning, "Marshal Han, did you fight the Gundam I gave you? How is it? Do you want to fight?"

"I haven't had time to fight yet."

"Oh, then turn around and look hard." Chang Qi paused, "By the way, have you used that bottle of bath liquid? How is it?"

Han Ziqi didn't have any special needs for such things. Thinking of Han Tingsong's evaluation last night, he said casually, "It's pretty good."

"Oh, that's fine."

Then Han Ziqi heard Chang Qi's voice talking with others, "It's all right, no problem, Dashuai Han likes it very much, and your sister is very good at picking."

Han Ziqi squeezed the phone frame tightly, "Chang Qi, what do you mean?"

Chang Qi hurriedly covered it up, "Ah? No, it's nothing interesting, it's okay."

"Who gave that bottle of bath liquid?" Han Ziqi asked, "Chang Qi, you know my character."

Han Ziqi hardly accepts gifts from anyone except his friends.

Chang Qi on the other end of the phone realized that he had caused trouble, and sighed, "Forget it, I didn't want to hide it from you. Sister Li Zeran entrusted me with that thing."

"You also know that you are handsome and all girls like you, but his sister really has no other intentions. She just gave you a present. Don't be angry."

Chang Qi chattered endlessly, "It's mainly because I went to his house to play that day and bragged myself. If I forced her to agree, it's all my fault, and it has nothing to do with his sister."

"Okay, I understand." Han Ziqi didn't intend to make things difficult for him, "Don't do this in the future, you know I don't like it."

After hanging up the phone, Han Ziqi took out the bottle of bath liquid.Things have been used, and it is definitely not appropriate to return them.He glanced at the price and brand of the eye lotion, the English description and the price in US dollars, and it was obviously not the brand sold in domestic supermarkets.

Han Ziqi took out his mobile phone, opened WeChat, converted the price of the bath liquid into RMB and transferred it back to Chang Qi.

And texted him back.

Han Ziqi: Help me return the money to Li Zeran's sister, and pass on the kindness by the way.The things have been used, so I can only return the money to her.

Han Ziqi glanced at the body of the bath liquid bottle, it was only [-]ml, and it would probably be used up in a short time.

Han Ziqi: By the way, ask me about the purchase link of the body wash, and send it to me if it is convenient.

Chang Qi replied quickly.

Chang Qi: I'm sorry, isn't it? You even gave the money in advance, and you still have to buy another bottle and return it?Really not.

Han Ziqi: It wasn't returned to her.

Chang Qi: Then what do you want to link to?

Han Ziqi: Don't worry about it, just send it to me.

One week before the start of winter vacation, Han Ziqi finished his class with Fang Wenyu.

Before leaving, Han Ziqi said: "Today is the last class, and I won't come here anymore."

"Why?" Fang Wenyu clutched the pen tightly, fidgeting, "Ziqi, did my poor performance in class make you unhappy? What's wrong with me, tell me, can I fix it?"

"It's the second semester of the second year of high school. I'm busy with my studies and don't have so much time." Han Ziqi said while packing his things.

"Is this your excuse for rejecting me?" Fang Wenyu became indifferent.

Han Ziqi didn't want to give any unnecessary explanations.

"Don't you know what your own grades are?" Fang Wenyu sneered, "With your grades, you can easily go to the best university, so you still worry about your studies?"

Han Ziqi didn't reply.

"Han Ziqi, you are so hypocritical." Fang Wenyu bit his lip.

"However, thank you. At least you are willing to make up a reason to lie to me now, which is much better than before." Fang Wenyu tried to make himself look a little more relaxed, "So, you don't hate you and me as much as before, right?"

Han Ziqi didn't have time to deal with him, so he put his schoolbag on his back and got up, "I'm leaving."

On the way back, Han Ziqi was still irritable.

It was trivial to turn down Fang Wenyu's class, but the more troublesome thing was how to persuade his brother to quit his job.

His brother likes his current colleagues very much. Even if he can find a new job, given his brother's situation, will he still meet someone who doesn't dislike him?

If it doesn't work, don't let his brother go to work.He has a monthly live broadcast income, and Han Tingsong works in the martial arts gym, so he can help his family share a little.

It's just that that person spends a lot of money. The last time he went on a trip, he ate and drank well throughout the trip. Even the plane was in business class. He couldn't save money at all. He had to find a solution.

When Han Ziqi got home, he saw his brother sitting on the sofa crying.

He hurriedly put down his schoolbag, worried: "Brother, what's wrong?"

When Han Sijun saw him coming back, he hugged his arm and cried, "Brother, brother, brother is out of work, brother's restaurant is about to close!"

"what happened?"

"I went to work today, and the big manager of the restaurant paid me my salary and told us to go back, saying that the restaurant will be closed tomorrow." Han Sijun cried even harder, "Brother, our family has no money. There will be no money in the future."

"I won't be out of money, I still have money for live streaming." Han Ziqi comforted him, "Besides, Han Ting Song can also make money."

Han Sijun was out of breath and rubbed his nose, "But I'm an older brother, how can I let two younger brothers support me!"

"We are a family, don't talk about this." Han Ziqi took out a piece of paper and patiently helped his brother wipe away his snot and tears.

"But my brother is still very uncomfortable. My brother really likes to cook there." His brother hugged him, and his voice was muffled.

Han Ziqi patted his brother on the shoulder, "There will be a better place to go."

Han Ziqi comforted him for a long time before Han Sijun calmed down a little.

Han Tingsong came back from work, saw two people on the sofa, he put down the house key, "What's wrong?"

While comforting his brother, Han Ziqi said to Han Tingsong, "The restaurant where my brother worked before closed down."

"Oh, it's nothing, it's just work, there will always be new ones." Han Tingsong looked indifferent.

"Yes, let's go find a new job this weekend, okay?" Han Ziqi said.

"Yeah." Han Sijun nodded while weeping.

"Okay, can we eat?"

As soon as Han Tingsong finished speaking, Han Sijun, who managed to calm down, burst into tears again, "My brother made a mistake today, and my brother is not happy, and my brother hasn't made dinner yet."

Han Sijun stood up suddenly, "I, I will do it now."

"Farewell." Han Tingsong stopped him, "Let's go out to eat today."

"Let's go." Han Tingsong pulled Han Sijun up, "Brother Jun is in a bad mood, so let's relax. I just happen to be paying my salary today."

"There's a new restaurant on the street. It looks good to me. Let's try it."

Han Tingsong took them to a high-end western restaurant.

Looking at the four-digit vegetable prices on the menu, Han Ziqi began to regret why he didn't stop this impulsive man just now.

Han Tingsong said to the service staff beside him: "First, I will serve you a portion of each special dish here."

He handed the menu to Han Zijun again, "Brother Jun, you can choose what you like to eat."

Han Sijun looked at the illustrations on the dishes excitedly, and after choosing three, Han Ziqi pressed his hand, "Brother, it's almost done, I can't eat any more."

"It's okay, order whatever you want, I'll pay for it." Han Tingsong waved his hand, saying indifferently.

Han Ziqi held back his fire, and said softly, "Have you checked the vegetable prices? Just ordering here is enough for your monthly salary."

"Why, you still feel sorry for money for me?" Han Ting held his chin loosely, and raised his eyebrows interestingly.

Taking advantage of the gap between the two people talking, Han Sijun ordered two more dishes and handed the menu back to the waiter, "Okay, thank you!"

Han Tingsong looked at Han Ziqi, "What about you, is there anything else you want to order?"

"No." Han Ziqi closed the menu, and the four-figure prices directly fed him.

"Okay, that's all for now." Han Tingsong confessed.

After all the dishes were served, Han Tingsong asked: "Brother Jun, do you know how to cook these dishes? Is there anything you like to cook?"

Han Sijun bit off a piece of foie gras and nodded, "Yes, my brother is super good, he can do everything, 100 billion times better than him."

"That's not bad. How about we cook western food when we look for a job in the future?"

"Okay!" His brother applauded happily, "My brother likes to cook Western food, and Western food is the most fun."

Looking at the dishes on this table, Han Ziqi probably understood the purpose of Han Tingsong's visit here today.

Compared with Chinese food, Han Ziqi also hopes that his brother can find a job in a western restaurant.

The working environment of western food is more comfortable, and there is relatively less oil fume.But in his brother's situation, finding a job is not easy, so how dare he ask for anything else.

Sure enough, it's better to let his brother stay at home, better to be bullied and ridiculed in the new environment.

"Hello." The service staff came over and bowed. "Today is the open day of the restaurant. Each table can invite one customer to visit the back kitchen of the restaurant. I wonder which customer is interested in participating?"

"I, I, I, I want to go!" Han Sijun raised his hand excitedly, while looking at Han Ziqi, asking for his opinion.

"Well, go ahead and be safe."

After Han Sijun left, there were only him and Han Tingsong left at the table.

The restaurant has a large area, and there are not many people dining at this point.

A few meters away, a young man in a pure white suit was sitting in front of a grand piano, playing soothing and melodious music.

Han Tingsong in front of him is wearing a very ordinary casual jacket, which they bought together in the mall some time ago.A few hundred dollars, although not cheap, is certainly not an expensive brand.

But the clothes at this price and the four-figure steak don't go well together.

Han Tingsong lowered his head slightly, his lowered eyes were carefully cutting a piece of high-quality steak, his slender fingertips pinched the handle of the knife, and the veins on the back of his hand were faintly visible.

Even though he is wearing an ordinary top, he is not out of place, and the man's temperament is perfectly integrated into this restaurant.

After Han Tingsong cut a piece of steak into squares of the same size and easy to eat, he picked up the plate and handed it to Han Ziqi, changing places with the uncut steak at his hand, "Eat while it's hot."

"Yeah." Han Ziqi pursed his lips, took out a fork, and gently inserted a piece into his mouth, "That..."

"What?" Seeing that he hesitated to speak, Han Tingsong stopped to look at him.

Han Ziqi avoided his gaze, and fiddled with the small piece of steak covered in sauce intentionally or unintentionally with the tip of the fork, "Would you like...give me the salary card."

Realizing that his request was a little too much, Han Ziqi quickly explained, "My brother has lost his job, and he may not be able to find another job for a while. This period of time will be tighter. I am not restricting you, you can Keep a part of it as pocket money, but you can’t always be as lavish as you are today.”

Seeing that the other party didn't make a sound, Han Ziqi became more flustered, and hurriedly continued: "If you really can't accept it, you can discuss it again."

"Child." Han Tingsong couldn't help laughing and said, "Do you know what kind of relationship you have to hand in your salary card?"

"What?" Han Ziqi put the steak into his mouth, subconsciously licked the black pepper sauce on his lips with the tip of his tongue, and looked up at Han Tingsong's eyes.

"companion."

The author has something to say: Do you think Xiao Han will give up?No, he will only become more frustrated and courageous. If he fails once, he will come twice, and if he fails twice, he will come three times. Sooner or later he will succeed!