Heart distance

As soon as Han Tingsong stepped onto the outdoor stage, cheers and whistles immediately came from the audience.

"Mr. Han, eternal God!"

"Wow! Teacher Han is the most handsome!"

"Mr. Han, I love you, marry me!"

Holding the guitar, Han Tingsong sat in the middle of the stage, adjusted the tuning briefly, and ignored the noise outside the venue.

When everything was ready, he looked at the audience, put his index finger on his lips, and motioned for everyone to be quiet.

The stands that were bustling a few seconds ago were instantly silent.

Han Tingsong lightly played and sang a popular song, and everyone hummed along with the rhythm.

"Day after day, year after year, looking forward to the childhood of growing up."

The singing stopped abruptly with his melodious voice, Han Tingsong shifted his eyes to the audience at the front, slightly raised the corners of his mouth towards that position.

Accompanied by the cheers from the audience, the boy's heart was hit hard by the outside world. He turned his head to avoid his eyes, and his throat felt astringent.

Han Ziqi was short of breath and found that he couldn't sit still.

"Hey, Marshal Han, where are you going?" Chang Qi stopped him, "Aren't you going to watch the show?"

"Don't watch." Han Ziqi left a sentence and ran away from the playground, sat on the gazebo next to the laboratory building, and unzipped his coat to breathe.

Within 5 minutes, he received a short message.

Han Tingsong: What about people?

Han Ziqi: Let's go back first, we will broadcast live tonight.Just bring my brother back later.

Han Tingsong: Okay, did you sing well just now?

Han Ziqi pinched the phone with his fingertips and paused for a moment.

Han Ziqi: Generally speaking, don't sing in front of so many people in the future.

As soon as the message was sent, Han Ziqi was eagerly waiting for a reply, and because he was too nervous, his eyes stayed on the screen.

The screen of the phone would go black every 40 seconds, and Han Ziqi only received a reply after tapping the screen three times in a row.

Han Tingsong: Alright, then I will sing for you alone.

Han Ziqi squeezed his itchy throat, raised the corner of his mouth and pressed three words.

Han Ziqi: Neuropathy.

I mean what I say, and I mean it.

On the second day of the high school farewell party, Han Ziqi officially returned to school, and the days returned to the peace of the past.

On Friday afternoon, when Han Ziqi came back from school, Han Sijun was busy packing up his things. The things at home had already been packed in big and small bags.

"Brother, what are you doing?" The ground was too messy, and Han Ziqi had no place to stay.

Han Tingsong, on the other hand, looked like an old man, drinking tea in the corner of the only sofa that was free of sundries, "Children, hurry up and go back to the house to pack your things."

"What?"

"Move." Han Ting propped his chin loosely, speaking lightly and easily.

"Why do you want to move?" Han Ziqi frowned, "Where do you want to move?"

"You can't let me sleep in the living room all the time." Han Tingsong put the tea cup on the table, stood up and walked towards him, "Your brother has long said that he wants to live in a new house. The working hotel is very close to your school, and the house type is not bad, so I rented it out.”

Han Ziqi pressed the bridge of his nose, unreasonable, "There is a house where you can't live, why do you want to spend money to rent a house?"

"You don't understand, it's called the joy of life." Han Tingsong pressed his shoulders and pushed him into the bedroom, "Okay, hurry up and clean up, we'll move there tonight. There's everything over there, you take Just pack your belongings and clothes."

Seeing his brother packing his luggage excitedly, and thinking about Han Tingsong's usual way of handling things, Han Ziqi knew that this matter was a foregone conclusion, and no matter what he said, there would be no result.

Helpless, Han Ziqi packed his luggage and followed them into the car.

The new home is located in a high-end residential area with the most expensive housing prices in the city. It has strict management, complete supporting facilities, and strict personnel control when entering and exiting.The environment of the community is beautiful, which is very different from the previous houses.

Following Han Tingsong's guidance, Han Ziqi followed the elevator up to the 26th floor.Open the door, and a spacious and bright flat floor appears in sight.

The generous and simple decoration style is all log colors, and the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room can see the sky at a glance.

There are no brightly lit nightclubs outside the window, but standing by the window, the setting sun can be seen, which makes Han Ziqi feel as if he is looking at the sea in Sanya.

"Go, Brother Jun, let me show you your new room first." Han Tingsong took Han Sijun to the back room, "The sunny side facing south is spacious and bright for you to live in, do you like it?"

"I like it, brother likes it so much." Across the entrance, Han Sijun's excited applause could be heard, "This bed is so big and soft, I'm no longer afraid of falling off while sleeping!"

Han Ziqi recovered from the beauty of the setting sun, and he walked along the entrance.The newly rented house has four bedrooms and two living rooms. Han Ziqi opened the doors one by one, trying to find a place he likes to live in.

He stopped until he pushed open the inner door on the north side.The house did not have a name, but Han Ziqi knew that this was his room.

The latest computer is placed in front of the desk, next to it is a desk.A row of bookshelves was ordered opposite the desk, filled with popular science books related to mathematics and physics.

Turn your eyes to the right, and the transparent glass cabinet with a height of one person is full of unopened Gundam models.

The line of sight then turns to the window sill, in front of a whole glass floor-to-ceiling window, you can clearly see the sunset outside the window.

He pushed open the small door next to the glass window and walked to the small open-air balcony. Han Ziqi stood by the balcony with his arms on the metal railing.

The sunset glow in early summer dyes the sky within sight into a romantic and warm purple-orange color, accompanied by clouds inlaid with golden rims, taking away all eyes.

Accompanied by the gentle evening breeze, he subconsciously turned his gaze to the right, and met Han Tingsong who was standing on the balcony of the next room.

Han Tingsong kept a similar posture to him, and smiled at him, "Do you like it?"

"Yeah." Han Ziqi pursed his lips.

"The owner's preferences are quite similar to yours. This room is just right for you." Han Tingsong said: "The sheets and quilts are all newly changed. I have met the owner. He is a very clean person."

But there is clearly no sign of anyone living in this house.

"Oh, by the way, the owner has arranged a task for me, please let me put together the Gundam in your room." Han Tingsong blinked, "Children, it's all up to you."

Han Ziqi nodded, as if in a dream, he pinched his fingertips, it was painful, beautiful but real.

"Let's go out to eat." Han Tingsong was on the balcony where he disappeared, and half a minute later, he appeared at the door of his room. "Brother Jun, how about we go to the restaurant where you work? It's just opposite the neighborhood."

"Okay, okay! I want fried steak!" Han Sijun also appeared at the door of his room, looking inside by the way.

"Isn't that signature steak your best? You don't go to work today, and other people's cooking is too ordinary."

"I'll do it!"

"How can I do that, you finally took a day off, and you can eat today." Han Tingsong put his arms around his brother's shoulders, and looked at him in the room, "Children, let's go, we are both ready."

"Okay." Han Ziqi came out from the balcony and hurriedly followed the two people in front.

After dinner, Han Ziqi closed the door, stood in front of the glass cabinet full of new Gundams, took out his favorite one, and opened the box.

When studying the things he likes, he always forgets the time. It was already one o'clock in the morning when Han Ziqi finished assembling the last gunpla.

He relaxed his sore shoulder, went to the living room to drink water, and habitually looked at the window, but found that there was nothing there.

Only then did he realize that Han Tingsong no longer slept in the living room after the move.

Han Ziqi put down his water glass and returned to his room. He opened the curtains and walked to the balcony.

Looking along the next door, even though it is covered with thick cotton curtains, the warm light in the room can still be seen through the gaps.

Han Ziqi took out his phone, trembling his little finger, and paused for a few seconds on the WeChat contact interface.

Han Ziqi: Haven't slept yet?

Waited for a full 10 minutes, no reply.

Han Ziqi turned off the phone screen, lowered his hand and returned to the room, and the phone vibrated.

Han Tingsong: Just about to sleep.What's the matter? Is there something wrong?

Han Ziqi: It's okay, good night.

Han Ziqi was about to turn off the screen when another message from the other party came.

Han Tingsong: Don't move.

?

Before Han Ziqi understood what the other party meant, his eyes suddenly brightened.

Han Ting loosened the thick curtains and walked out of the bedroom.

He was wearing a plain white cotton half-sleeve top, with one hand resting on the balcony railing and the other in his trouser pocket.

"Why haven't you slept yet? Are you not used to sleeping?" Han Tingsong said, "If we are not used to sleeping..."

"No, I'm used to sleeping." Han Ziqi liked this place very much.

Standing less than two meters away from him, Han Tingsong simply gave a "hmm".

Although the distance was not far, Han Ziqi felt an untouchable sense of distance because he was separated by two half-length walls.It was so far away that even if there was a strong wind, he couldn't smell the nice perfume on the other party.

Han Ziqi didn't like this feeling.

"Good night." He said softly, turned and left with lowered eyes.

"What did you say?" Han Tingsong stopped him, "The wind is too strong, I can't hear clearly."

But the wind had already blown by, and it was quiet right now. The high-rise community was so quiet that not even the chirping of cicadas could be heard.

Han Ziqi held the doorknob, "It's okay, I..."

He didn't have time to finish the rest of the words, and he was completely terrified in the corner of his eyes.

In just a few seconds, Han Tingsong took half a step forward while holding on to the railing, supported the platform with one hand, jumped, and jumped steadily to Han Ziqi's balcony.

"You're crazy!" Han Ziqi turned around, his heart sank, panicked, "This is the 26th floor, what if..."

"Okay, now we can talk." Han Tingsong interrupted him, standing only one meter away from him.

A gust of wind blew up, and the boy was surrounded by the sweet strawberry aroma, which was the bath liquid that the other party had said smelled good.

From such a short distance, the Hanting pine must be able to smell it.

Maybe it's because of impure purpose, or he still has a guilty conscience, even though Han Ziqi kept it hidden, he still knew the motive of using this bath liquid in the first place.

But his "opponent" was too shrewd, Han Ziqi didn't dare to look him in the eye, he shifted his gaze down guiltily, and landed on Han Tingsong's neck.

The neckline of the man's jacket deviated to the left during the jump, and the position of the collarbone stood out in front of his eyes.

Since Han Tingsong got drunk last time, certain parts of his body have become taboos that he dare not speak about.As long as he saw it, the young boy would be so nervous that his face would blush and his heart would beat.

Han Ziqi's gaze avoided there, moved upwards, and stopped at the veins on the opponent's neck, where Han Tingsong had held his fingertips and touched it before.

At the beginning, Han Tingsong said that if the person he likes kisses along the collarbone here, he will go crazy.

From Han Ziqi's point of view, the point of this sentence is not to kiss or go crazy, but to like.

"What are you thinking about?"

Han Ziqi pulled away from the wild thoughts he had woven. He lowered his head lower to ensure that he would not see the man's eyes and neck again. "It's nothing, good night."

After all, Han Ziqi turned around and realized something. He suddenly stopped on the spot, looked back at the man, "You... you go back from me."

"Okay." Han Tingsong shook his head and smiled, followed the other party back to the room.

"Don't do such a dangerous thing again." Han Ziqi complained.

"Are you caring about me?"

Han Ziqi didn't answer the question directly, "If you don't like it, then I will..."

"No, I like it very much." The man put his hand on his head, and his fingertips gently brushed the ends of his hair, "Good night."

After the college entrance examination, the high school graduates were sent away, and the school was very quiet.The upcoming end of term brings pressure to the non-graduating grades, but they can't help but look forward to the upcoming holidays.

But among this group of people, Han Ziqi will never be included.

For him, there is one more thing that has been tormenting him since a week ago.

It's his birthday, his birthday.

On Han Sijun's birthday, Han Tingsong took his brother to Disney for a whole day, which was enough to make a man who was almost 30 happy for a whole week.

Then if it was him this time, would it be possible to be equally happy in exchange?

But unlike his brother's birthday, until the day before his birthday, the family was still peaceful.

Even just now, Han Tingsong received a call from a colleague asking him out for dinner.

The outdoor window sills of the two people are close, as long as one person does not close the window, the other person can hear the sound clearly.

Han Ziqi sat at his desk and studied a multiple-choice question for 10 minutes, but he still couldn't come up with an answer.

Until the sound of footsteps from the next door, Han Ziqi followed him out.

He pretended to go to the living room to fetch water, and saw Han Tingsong put on his coat and was about to go out.

Han Ziqi finally opened his mouth and asked knowingly, "What are you doing?"

"Dinner with Jiang Ning and the others."

Han Ziqi knew that Jiang Ning was a man, and as long as he went out with him, he would definitely drink.

"Then drink less."

Maybe it was because of a guilty conscience, or because he was afraid of being asked questions that he couldn't answer, Han Ziqi added, "I'm just afraid that if you drink too much, you will have to call me to pick you up."

"It's very annoying." Han Ziqi continued.

Han Tingsong smiled helplessly, "Okay, I will definitely not harass you this time, if it's late, I won't come back."

"I...I didn't mean that, you..." It was too late to retract the words now.

"Okay, I'm leaving." Han Tingsong said: "Remember to tell your brother that you don't have to worry about my meal at night."

The door was closed, and Han Ziqi froze in place holding a water cup.

Weary.

After the meal, Han Ziqi boarded the live broadcast room.

Randomly pull out a set of chemistry papers to write.

"Date, what happened to you today?"

"Baby, do you know that you have wrong five multiple-choice questions in a row?"

"What is this? Didn't you find out that he used the formula of the kinetic energy theorem to calculate the amount of matter?"

"So, what happened, Zai Zai, that made you so absent-minded today?"

"Yeah, if you have any unhappy things, just tell us, even if you are in a bad state and force yourself to study, you still can't learn."

"It's okay." Han Ziqi still lowered his head, trying to solve the problem.

"People who have trouble will always say they are okay."

"That's right, even if you don't want to tell us, just tell your brother~"

Han Ziqi knew that their elder brother was Han Tingsong.

"That's right, a student of God is so good, what can't be shared with him?"

Looking at the barrage, Han Ziqi's hand holding the pen tightened a bit.

"Do you all like my brother?"

"Yeah, yeah, Xueshenren is really super good, that is, super gentle and kind."

"Hahaha, and it's kind of gentle with a bit of bad taste, I love this one so much."

"So Xueshen won't be broadcasting live anymore, I still miss him."

"Yes, yes, when date will be available, can you invite Xue Shen to your live broadcast room?"

"Woooooh, but date, don't get me wrong. I said Xueshen is Aiwujiwu. I only like him because he is your brother. Don't be angry."

"Well, I know, not angry."

Han Ziqi also knew that he was not in good shape tonight, so he simply took back the test paper and chatted with netizens with his earphones on.

"So my brother is nice to you all?"

"Hee hee, yes, Xueshen is the best person in the world."

"When he was broadcasting live before, he often talked with you about something."

"He talks about everything, and often helps us solve our confusion."

"Yes, like a big brother."

"However, he rarely talks about himself. The most common thing he talks about is that he has a child in his family. Of course, we only know now. It's you."

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooish

"So, do you think my brother will give me a birthday present?"

"?"

"Huh? Why did the topic suddenly change so quickly?"

"Are you going to celebrate your birthday? When is it? I really want to give you a birthday present."

"Date, what nonsense are you talking about, of course he will give gifts!"

"That's right, such a good brother, he will definitely give it. Besides, hasn't he given birthday presents before? It shouldn't be."

"My brother seems to have forgotten my birthday this year."

"what?"

"Is Xueshen very busy recently, so I forgot?"

"Date, don't be sad, report Xue Shen's phone number, and we will scold him for you."

"That's right, don't be soft-hearted, we will expose him for you! You even forgot my brother's birthday, you should hit him!"

It wasn't until the broadcast that Han Ziqi realized that he was crazy. Why did he have to talk about such a boring and unnutritious topic with netizens, why did he have to worry about a birthday present.

When Han Ziqi came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, it was already eleven o'clock, and Han Tingsong still didn't come back.

In the past, no matter how busy Han Tingsong was, he would never stay out at night.

Han Ziqi stood in front of the desk, brushing his half-dried hair.The mobile phone on the table is only one meter away from him, and he can get it just by raising his hand.

But the other party said that there is no need to wait for him. If he still asks, will it be annoying.

It was only a few seconds between Han Ziqi's desire to make a call and the last call, but his heartbeat fluttered for countless beats.

The phone rang more than a dozen times, until the heartbeat calmed down, but the other party couldn't answer it.

Unwilling to be reconciled if he could not achieve his goal, Han Ziqi called back again.

This time, the person involved didn't give him too much waiting period, and the phone was hung up directly.

It was not until Han Ziqi's perseverance that he was finally connected.

"What's wrong?" Han Tingsong's voice could not hear any emotion.

Han Ziqi suddenly hated the way he used to speak, because he couldn't hear the mood of the person involved, let alone guess his thoughts.But what can be deduced from the delusional delusion that is still obsessed, but it will only make myself more upset.

"you've been drinking?"

Han Tingsong hummed, "What's the matter, is there something wrong?"

"When will you come back, do you need me to pick you up?"

"No need." Like an irritable perfunctory, the other party wanted to hang up the phone immediately.

Han Ziqi was worried that he would not be able to call in after the phone was hung up, "I'm not very sleepy either, just tell me where you are, and I'll pick you up."

"I said, no need."

"Old Han, are you all right?" A voice came from the other end of the phone, "There is still a bottle of white waiting for you to open!"

"Go to bed early, don't wait for me." Han Tingsong said, "Hang up."

Until the busy tone appeared, Han Ziqi still held his mobile phone and stood still.

He put the phone on the table casually, and his arms naturally hung down on the chair due to inertia.

Not feeling sleepy at all, he sat in front of the desk for another half an hour in a daze.

Han Tingsong's colleagues like to eat at the Sichuan restaurant next to their martial arts school. Maybe they can find someone by going there now.

Not able to think too much, Han Ziqi picked up his phone and prepared to go out.He just pushed open the door of the living room, but he froze in place.

The oncoming man stood directly in front of the boy with a strong smell of alcohol.At this time, he needs to lean against the door frame to maintain his balance.

Han Ziqi hurried forward to support him, "Why do you drink so much?"

Han Tingsong was so drunk that he was delirious and didn't reply at all, and Han Ziqi didn't ask any more questions.

He put Han Ting's loose arms on his shoulders, and held the man's waist with the other hand, and brought him back to the bed in the bedroom.

The man leaned against the bed, didn't say a word, just looked at him, not moving for a second.

"I...I'll get you some water." After looking at each other for more than ten seconds, the flustered Han Ziqi spoke first.

He doesn't know how to make hangover soup, so he can only go to the kitchen to get some honey water.

Han Tingsong finished drinking the water and handed him the glass back.

Han Ziqi held the glass tightly with both hands and stood there motionless.

The man looked tired, rubbed his forehead, raised his eyelids, "Is there anything else?"

Han Ziqi took out his cell phone from his pocket, watched the time change from 59 to 00, then put the phone back, "It's midnight."

"Yeah." Han Ting's relaxed tone was devoid of emotion.

"Today is my birthday."

Han Tingsong laughed lightly, got up with his arms propped up, walked up to him staggeringly, lowered his head slightly and looked at him, "So, are you hinting at me for a birthday present?"

The man took another half step forward.

Han Tingsong's words and actions were extremely aggressive, forcing Han Ziqi to retreat frequently, until his heels touched the edge of the door frame, and he could no longer move.

Han Ziqi clung to the door, but didn't dare to look him in the eyes, "I...me."

"Well, so what?"

"I... I'm an adult." The distance between the two was about half a meter, even if Han Tingsong gasped softly, or made any subtle movements, it was enough to make him confused.

The aroma of liqueur with a honey taste, passing through the humid air, blows the mind to pieces.

"What about after that?" Han Ting pressed her forward step by step.

All the naive, delusional, unrealistic, obscure and shy secrets about teenagers, at the moment of adulthood, are like a rushing river, beating the crumbling embankment.

The only remaining sanity couldn't make him stop.

Han Ziqi bit his lip tightly, trying to exchange the pain for a moment of sobriety.

But he didn't know that in the space of more than ten square meters, every movement and breath of the opponent's body possessed powerful magic power, which would only make him sink uncontrollably.

If you fail once, you may never recover.

But Han Tingsong seemed to be grasping his weakness, not giving him the slightest chance to breathe, holding his two wrists, and pressing them tightly against the door panel.

Maybe it was because he drank too much and didn't know the severity, or maybe he was deliberately trying to avoid him from escaping.Han Ziqi was in pain from the man's grip, but he didn't dare to struggle.

Han Tingsong's deep eyes almost see through him, "Son, tell me, what do you want?"

The author has something to say: kiss me tomorrow, if you don't kiss me, beat me up.

Try to write cool, but jj checks strictly, I can only do my best, sigh.

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