Heart distance

The seemingly ordinary two words, under the patchwork and combination of the current situation, are enough to burn Han Ziqi's auricles for receiving information.

Panicked and at a loss, Han Ziqi avoided the other party's sight, was forced to lower his head, and stuffed another piece of steak into his mouth, but because he was too nervous, he smeared a lot of sauce all over his mouth.

Han Ziqi was busy finding paper to wipe the corners of his mouth, only to realize that his brother had already used up all the paper towels at hand.

In order not to be noticed and embarrassed, he could only slap his head hard and lick the sauce from the corner of his mouth desperately.But because I can't see the situation, I worry that I will get half the result with half the effort and will be messed up by myself.

Until the man handed him a clean napkin.Han Tingsong's wrist still carried the scent of perfume, which was similar to the red wine on his table, but sweeter than that bottle.

Han Ziqi didn't dare to look up, took the paper and said softly, "Thank you."

Han Ziqi wiped it repeatedly to make sure that there were no more stains on the corners of his mouth before he realized that his cramped and insecure was futile.

Some heartbeats are accelerated, not because of external interference, but because of an uncontrollable heart.

When he finally calmed down, he realized that Han Tingsong didn't make fun of him today.

Even so, he still couldn't control his ears that had long been out of control.

Red to dripping blood, blood boiling.

On the way home after the meal, Han Sijun was carrying a bag of different types of Western food recipes. This visit was very rewarding.

The service attitude of the high-end restaurant was more enthusiastic than he expected.

It took at least an hour for the symptoms of catatonic sequelae to gradually ease down.On the way back, Han Ziqi sat on the side farther from Hantingsong, and did not take the initiative to communicate with the man.

After arriving home, Han Ziqi came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, while Han Tingsong was still watching the financial news in the living room.

He dried his hair and went back to the room. During this time, Han Tingsong was still sleeping on the floor of his bedroom.

Han Ziqi helped make the "bed", got up and saw a rectangular card in front of the desk.He approached the desk and stopped in place.It was Han Tingsong's salary card, and there was a blank piece of paper under the card, on which was written the password of the bank card.

The password is Han Tingsong's birthday, to be exact, the birthday Han Ziqi made up for him.

The sudden but unexpected surprise spread along the fingertips to the bottom of my heart, intentionally or unintentionally tainted with the secretly hidden softness.

Han Ziqi suppressed the throbbing in his heart, held the bank card in the palm of his hand, and only reluctantly opened the drawer until it was warm, and put the bank card in the same position as his card.

Today is Han Sijun's last day working in the restaurant. For this reason, when he got up early, his brother sat by the bed and cried heartbreakingly.

Han Sijun has worked in that restaurant for five years. From the restaurant manager to the colleagues around him, everyone treats him sincerely.

Han Ziqi once thought that his brother could work there for the rest of his life, but he never thought that the restaurant would close down before he could persuade his brother to resign.

Recently, Han Tingsong has more social activities, even if he is not working, he often goes out during the day and comes back very late.

When Han Sijun came back from get off work, Han Ziqi was worried that his brother would still not be able to accept the fact that the restaurant was closed, so he bought gifts in advance and organized words to comfort him, but in return Han Sijun hugged him ecstatically.

"Brother, brother, brother can make money, and brother can support his brother!" Han Sijun danced and danced around him.

"What do you mean? Isn't the restaurant closed down?"

"My little friend and I have found a new big hotel, we can still go to work there together, and we don't have to be apart anymore!"

From what Han Sijun said, he probably learned that a new western restaurant has recently opened opposite the restaurant his brother closed down.

At present, the restaurant is short of service staff and chefs. Today, the manager of the western restaurant contacted them specifically, hoping to hire several chefs and service staff.

The working hours remain the same, the working environment is much better, and most importantly, the salary has doubled compared to before.

Without careful consideration, Han Ziqi personally accompanied Han Sijun to the newly opened western restaurant the next day.

I visited the decoration of the restaurant and saw his brother sign a legal employment contract.Han Ziqi realized that his brother might be really lucky this time.

After returning home at night, Han Ziqi opened the desk drawer, took out the salary card handed in by Han Tingsong, and swipe the edge of the card with his fingertips over and over again.

Now that his brother has a new job, does that mean that this card has to be returned to the other party?

Thinking that the salary card had been with him for less than a week, Han Ziqi's heart felt empty.

In the end, he resolutely put the bank card back in the drawer, just for safekeeping, at worst, transfer the fixed living expenses to him every month.

It's not about taking his money.

The second semester of the second year of high school has just started, and the teachers and students of No. [-] Middle School are looking forward to a special day.

Every year in late March, the school will usher in the most grand event - the Campus Art Festival.

This year marks the [-]th anniversary of the founding of the school, and the art festival is more grand than previous years.

The event lasted from [-]:[-] am to [-]:[-] pm, and it took nearly a month of preparation in the early stage.

This kind of festival has always been irrelevant to Han Ziqi, he is just a bystander and never participates.

Even so, he will be somewhat affected.After all, his talkative deskmate didn't intend to give him peace at all.

"Marshal Han, what kind of role do you think a natural actor like me is suitable for?" Chang Qi excitedly said, "Oh, it's troublesome to be too good, it's hard to be an actor."

Han Ziqi bowed his head to do his math homework and ignored him at all.

"Let me tell you about Ang, the current candidates are the brave and handsome prince, the domineering and courageous soldier, the kind old vegetable seller, and the princess's funny father."

"Anything is fine." Han Ziqi replied casually.

"Don't, don't, please help me to think about it, I have difficulty choosing." Chang Qi refused to give up, "My career as an actor begins here, I can't play tricks!"

Han Ziqi was so annoyed by him that he stopped writing, "Why are you participating in a stage play? Isn't basketball or football more suitable for you?"

"Hey, I also think I should enroll in basketball, but Li Zeran's little man is enrolling in a stage play. This way we can meet each other in time, and we can go out of school together."

"When did you two get so close?"

Chang Qi rubbed his neck, "Is it close or not? The little dwarf looks weak and weak, and he is always bullied. It just so happens that our house is not far away, so let's go home together."

"You are quite helpful." Han Ziqi said calmly.

"It's easy to do." Chang Qi approached him and whispered: "And do you know what role he plays in their class's stage play?"

Long expected that Han Ziqi would not come back, Chang Qi asked himself and answered: "It's amazing to play a princess, I'm sorry!"

"Men disguised as women?" Han Ziqi always felt uncomfortable in this way.

"But don't think about it. In order to reflect the novelty, their class decided to reverse all the characters. As for which one to play, they are randomly selected, and it doesn't matter what is drawn."

Chang Qi rubbed his palms, and said happily, "However, I'm quite curious about how that little dwarf looks in a skirt. You see, he looks pitiful and has thin skin and tender flesh. It's not ugly if it's not neat."

"I'll wipe it." Chang Qi slapped the table, and suddenly realized, "No, did the two of us go off track? I want to ask you what I'm doing, why are you talking so much!"

Han Ziqi looked down at the character list in Chang Qi's hand, "Prince."

Chang Qi gave a thumbs up, "Marshal Han, you really have vision! This world lacks your eyes that are good at discovering beauty. To be honest, I also think that I have the temperament to play a prince, and I can instantly kill the world by standing there."

Han Ziqi didn't listen at all, and continued to work on the questions with his head bowed.

Chang Qi flipped through the script and said to himself, "However, this prince seems to have to kiss the princess in the end. Is it real or fake? I don't know who the girl will play the princess. I hope to choose a beautiful one, and I'm fine too." Shut up."

In the anticipation of the teachers and students of the whole school, the art festival opened in full swing.

The official time for the opening ceremony was eight o'clock in the morning, and Han Ziqi was called to the school by the head teacher before 07:30.

He first came to the classroom to put down his schoolbag.

Chang Qi looked at him in surprise, "I'm sorry, why is it just you, where is Teacher Han?"

"Why did he come?" Han Ziqi put his schoolbag in his desk pocket.

Han Tingsong was hired by the school to teach Sanda last semester, but this semester the school canceled the course, there is no reason for him to appear here.

"Come play the prince!"

"Prince?" Han Ziqi's pupils shrank slightly, "Aren't you the prince?"

"Hey, don't mention it." Chang Qi waved his hand, "It was supposed to be me, but after rehearsing for a while, they said that I was more suitable to play the princess's father, so they had to change me."

"Later, the publicity committee peeked at the stage plays of other classes. They either had gimmicks or were innovative. For example, Li Zeran's class didn't reverse the show, and there was the second class. They even combined cross talk and stage plays."

"You said how many moths these people have made in order to win, our class has to keep up with the trend, come up with something different, and blind their eyes. Then they invited the goddess Zhang to play the princess."

Goddess Zhang is a music teacher in No. [-] Middle School. She is often called "Goddess Zhang" by her classmates because of her beautiful looks, rich family background and good personality.

"Tell me, how can I play with the goddess Zhang? She is a goddess, and she can only watch from a distance and not play with it. Don't say that I can't get over this hurdle in my heart. Even if I get over it, others will not let me go."

"Later, the propaganda committee checked all the people in our school who were worthy of Goddess Zhang, and only Teacher Han passed everyone's approval." Chang Qi looked amazing, "So they asked me to find Teacher Han. "

"He agreed?" Han Ziqi rarely asked.

"Damn it, Dashuai Han, do you have too much filter on Mr. Han? That's the goddess Zhang, how could he disagree!" Chang Qi corrected him, "What you should ask is that the goddess Zhang disagrees."

"Oh." Han Ziqi's mouth was bitter, and his face was expressionless, "Ms. Zhang agrees?"

Chang Qi smiled happily and nodded excitedly, "I agree, of course I agree."

"Goddess Zhang is really gentle, beautiful, generous and considerate. She cooperated very well during the rehearsal and listened to our opinions carefully." Chang Qi is self-indulgent, "There will be no people in this world who don't like Goddess Zhang."

"However, Teacher Han hasn't rehearsed yet, can you perform well?" Han Ziqi was still looking for the reason why Han Tingsong couldn't participate.

He heard from Chang Qi about the filming and rehearsal time of the stage play, and he was sure that Han Tingsong hadn't been to school during that time period.

"What's the rehearsal, there's no need to rehearse at all." Chang Qi waved his hand, "Ms. Han has very few scenes, not even a line. This drama is about family, so the princess's father, of course, is me, is the male. main character."

"As for the prince, let's make his last appearance. Put on the armor and walk onto the stage, pick up the cursed princess, and kiss her again." Chang Qi said in a relaxed tone.

"Dear?" Han Ziqi's back was stiff, his knuckles trembling slightly, and he turned to look at Chang Qi.

"That's right, isn't that the way foreign dramas are all about? They just want to make something foreign in the end." Chang Qi didn't think so, and didn't notice the abnormal expression of the other person at all.

Han Ziqi seemed to be strangled by someone, struggling in pain.

He straightened the corners of his mouth, trying not to be surprised, "Does Teacher Han and Teacher Zhang agree with you setting up the plot like this?"

"If you have any opinions, don't you all play with us."

"What about the school? Can the head teacher agree?" Han Ziqi was still in a meaningless death struggle.

"Dashuai Han, are you out of your senses today? Of course, the manuscript we showed to the head teacher and the school didn't have such a plot. As for the last scene, just catch them by surprise." Chang Qi was very excited, "What, the idea is I made it, isn't it very cowhide?"

Han Ziqi took a deep breath to calm himself down, "Have you considered the consequences of this incident?"

"What are you afraid of? Anyway, after half a year, I will be in my third year of high school, and there will be no more activities in the future. Why don't you take this opportunity to have fun." Chang Qi rolled up his sleeves, "Whoever's youth is not presumptuous, youth should be crazy regardless of the consequences !"

"But have you considered the impact of this kind of plot on other students? School is a place to learn knowledge, but you want to film this kind of scandalous thing." Han Ziqi said righteously.

"Dashuai Han, what's the matter with you today, I didn't see you being so caring when I was in the first row of stage plays." Chang Qi was really angry this time, "Also, what is immoral? Even if we don't shoot, we don't show it on TV? It’s your turn to interfere with things that the radio and television stations don’t even investigate?”

"Why is this outrageous? Are we low-level pornography? Is it true that family and friendship are love, but love is not love? Isn't it worthy of being on the stage?"

Chang Qi kept talking, "How conservative are you, Marshal Han? You're almost an adult now, and you still can't accept this kind of thing?"

"What's more, what's the matter with a kiss? Mr. Jia Han and the goddess Zhang haven't said anything yet, why are you intoxicated here?"

As soon as he said what he said just now, Han Ziqi already regretted it, but he still couldn't control his emotions.

Now this state not only disgusts others, but also makes me very irritable.

Strange and annoying.

He shouldn't be doing this.

Han Ziqi sighed, his tone softened, "Sorry, I didn't mean that, I was a bit harsh, you..."

"Teacher Han!"

"Mr. Han, you are finally here!"

"Teacher Han, come here quickly, first check if the clothes fit, if not, there is still time to change."

The voices of the classmates interrupted the aggressiveness of the two.

Han Ziqi heaved a sigh of relief and looked at the time, "The head teacher has something to ask me, so I'll go up first."

Han Ziqi turned around, just in time to meet Shang Han Tingsong's eyes.The person he had just met before going out, but now he was moody because of him.

With only half a second of eye contact, Han Ziqi left quickly, brushing past Han Tingsong as if he didn't know him, without giving a single extra look.

"What happened to the child?" Han Tingsong came to Chang Qi's side.

"Who knows, it's like eating gunpowder in the morning." Chang Qi was also annoyed, "I don't know, I thought he was broken in love!"

Han Ziqi came to the office, holding the registration form for the physics competition that the head teacher had just handed him.

"Ziqi, look, it's a pity that you gave up your place in the competition last year. With your performance, as long as you participate, you can at least get a second and third prize back."

The head teacher had a gentle expression and said earnestly, "I know your dream is to be admitted to Hunan University. Hunan University is the best institution of higher learning in the country. The difficulty is obvious."

"If you have the bonus of the physics competition, maybe you still have the opportunity to take the early move in the third year of high school, which can be regarded as a shortcut."

"What's more, the school will select a century-old normal school this year, and there will always be a few famous honors to add luster to the school." The head teacher sighed, "From the first day of junior high school, the school will reduce your tuition fees and provide scholarships every year. It is a good thing for mutual benefit, I hope you will think about it again, and don't blindly refuse this year."

Han Ziqi looked at the registration form.

From the first day of junior high school, the school recommended him to participate in the competition, but because it was a national competition, the finals had to go to other cities for exams, and it took at least two or three days to go back and forth.At the beginning, when his brother needed to take care of him, he always refused.

This time there is a Hanting pine at home, maybe you can try to participate once.

Han Ziqi put the registration form in his pocket, came out of the office, and wandered along the school's garden street.

It was eight o'clock in the morning, and the opening ceremony of the art festival had already kicked off.

No. [-] Middle School is a century-old school with a vast area. The interior facilities of the old building are often renovated, while the exterior still maintains a nostalgic and retro atmosphere. The exterior walls are covered with green vegetation in early spring.

Han Ziqi walked along the stone road, and the usually silent eight o'clock campus was full of laughter and laughter.There are many students in cosplay costumes standing on both sides of the road, enthusiastically selling all kinds of gifts and snacks.

At this time last year, Han Ziqi's art festival was held in the classroom.The sound insulation effect of the indoor windows is good, he had no idea that it was so lively outside.

Last year, he finished a whole math exercise book and went home with his schoolbag on his back.In Han Ziqi's opinion, this kind of art festival is not suitable for him.

Standing here today by accident, there was a lot of voices around, but unexpectedly, he didn't dislike him.

A student wearing a faceless man's costume, gender-neutral, came out of the crowd with a skewer of takoyaki, and handed him a bamboo stick, "Free tasting, do you want a skewer?"

The bamboo stick in the hands of the "faceless man" is very long, and the person concerned is holding a relatively high position, deliberately leaving an area that is easier for Han Ziqi to hold.

Just like what Chang Qi said, everyone in the school knows that he has a cleanliness freak, and they work hard to help him respect the habit.

The corner of Han Ziqi's mouth twitched, and he pinched the lower end of the bamboo stick, "Thank you."

"No, you're welcome. It's the first time you do it, just don't dislike it."

Han Ziqi gave a simple "hmm" and continued walking.

Excited chatter came from behind.

"Ahhh! He took it, he took it, he really took it!"

"Lily, you are too good, what did you tell him, and he accepted it!"

"I really didn't say anything, and he wasn't as cold as others said, and he still smiled at me. But it's my first time making it, so what if it doesn't taste good!"

Han Ziqi looked at the takoyaki in his hand and took a small bite, it wasn't too bad.

But his momentary "softness" has brought about a more troublesome situation.

There was a long stretch of snack street ahead, and in less than 10 minutes, all the students on the street knew that Han Ziqi had accepted the "faceless man"'s takoyaki.

It might be curiosity, or just plain fun.

A bustling crowd suddenly surrounded Han Ziqi, holding various "free samples" and "free games" in their hands.

The situation of being surrounded was completely beyond his expectation, but he couldn't find a way out because he didn't want to contact people.

Until the arm was pulled by an external force, and it was pulled out of the crowd abruptly.

Without realizing it, Han Ziqi was dragged by a man to the vineyard south of the school.

It is not yet the beginning of summer, but there are no grapes on the vines, but they are covered with lush green leaves, covering the bright sunshine of early spring at 08:30 in the morning.

After ensuring the surrounding safety, Han Tingsong stopped and let go of his hand.

"What are you doing here?" Han Ziqi said duplicity.

"If I don't come again, you will be eaten alive by those students." As he said, Han Tingsong took the takoyaki with only one bite in his hand, and swallowed the place where he had just bitten. , Throw the bamboo sticks into the trash can.

Han Ziqi watched the other party's flowing movements, his throat tightened, and he swallowed, "You...you saw me?"

The location where Han Ziqi was just now was the rehearsal room for their class' stage play.

"Otherwise." Han Tingsong took out the disinfectant wipes, which were Han Ziqi's favorite brand, all from his cupboard.

Han Tingsong took out one and wiped off the sauce on his fingertips.His knuckles were slender and sharp, and a ray of light just projected from the place where the sauce was stained, and it was reflected on it, attracting all Han Ziqi's eyes.

After wiping, Han Tingsong threw the used wet wipes into the trash can, took out a new one, held Han Ziqi's wrist, and gently turned his slender white and thin forearm to wipe away the places that might come into contact with others. Wipe it all over for him.

Han Ziqi's heart beat quickened by his sudden action, and his reason told him that he could do these things by himself, but he seemed to be bewitched, he didn't want to compromise with his reason at all, he just wanted to continue being bewitched.

The dryness of his throat prompted him to shift his gaze away from watching the man's careful movements, and the warmth of the man's body slowly came from his small arms, "You...don't you need to prepare for the stage play?"

"Yes." Han Tingsong wiped it seriously, but answered the question in a perfunctory manner.

"Oh."

The other party's mobile phone rang, and Chang Qi on the other end of the phone had a loud voice, "Mr. Han, where are you? Why did you run away suddenly, come back quickly, the makeup hasn't been done yet!"

Han Ting hung up the phone in response, looked at him and shrugged, "I have to go back."

"Well, bye." Han Ziqi suspected that there was reluctance in his tone, but he didn't want to admit it.

"Be careful yourself," Han Tingsong rubbed his hair, turned and left.

"Hello—" Han Ziqi stopped him.

Han Ting stayed where he was, without looking back, waiting for him to continue.

"You..." Han Ziqi became extremely hypoxic, and he had to stumble and breathe several times before he could say a complete sentence, "Will you... kiss her in a while?"

The author has something to say: classmate Xiao Han is dying of anxiety, sigh.

感谢在2021-07-1908:35:51~2021-07-2008:56:49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 mine: how can I see one;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 4 bottles of Bojun Yixiao; 1 bottle of G&S;

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