Heart distance

Han Ziqi could understand Fang Wenqi's despair when he heard those words, but these had nothing to do with him, he didn't intend to pity, nor did he want to empathize.

I'm even less interested in watching her change from hope to disappointment, and finally to despair.

Han Ziqi ignored it and turned to leave.

"Ah!" A heart-piercing scream came from behind, "Han Ziqi, you bastard! You ruined my life!"

The angry voice behind him moved from far to near, before Han Ziqi could dodge in the future, he was pulled behind by another person.

The man was half a head taller than him, with a fresh citrus scent on his body, holding his arm and holding it tightly behind him in a safe position.

Han Tingsong looked at Fang Wenqi from head to toe, and whistled as if watching the excitement, "Beauty, your dress is really good. I remember this is out of print, and the price starts at five figures. It's really a great deal."

After the teasing, Han Tingsong's expression turned serious, "However, since you are a real woman, don't embarrass the girl, and do less obscene things."

"Who do you think you are? You're just a cowardly, cowardly dog ​​who escapes reality!" Fang Wenqi's face was ferocious, and her breathing was short of breath.

Facing Fang Wenqi's spurning, Han Tingsong was not affected at all, looking down at the young man in his arms, he said softly, "Are you okay?"

Han Ziqi shook his head, not wanting to deal with Fang Wenqi anymore, "Let's go."

"Yeah." Han Tingsong turned to Fang Wenqi and said, "Miss Fang, let's go back first. You are a girl and you should go back early, and be careful on the way. After all, you are so beautiful, it is not good to meet hooligans."

Fang Wenqi was extremely smart, he could not understand how ironic the other party's words were, but he gritted his teeth and did not dare to act rashly.

Han Tingsong left with his arms around the boy.

"Han Ziqi, have you fallen in love with that man!" Fang Wenqi cried bitterly.

Han Ziqi's breathing was stagnant, and his shoulders stiffened instantly after being hugged. He glanced at the people around him guiltily.

Han Tingsong acted as if he hadn't heard anything, and walked forward with his arms around his shoulders, completely indifferent.

"Han Ziqi, do you know who he is? You dare to love him. Do you really think that he is just an ordinary person who lives in your house?" Fang Wenqi's laughter was horrifying, "Han Ziqi, give up! You can't, forever Impossible! This man is scarier than you can imagine."

"You will regret it, and you will get bad retribution!"

Han Ziqi, who never cared about gossip, was disturbed by the hysteria behind him.

After the roar could not be heard at all, Han Ziqi broke free from the man and said solemnly, "Who the hell are you?"

Han Tingsong shrugged his shoulders, looking indifferent, "I lost my memory, I don't remember anything, it's not like you don't know."

"Have you really lost your memory?" Han Ziqi hated being played by others, so he stopped and asked.

Han Tingsong also paused, and looked at him, "Who am I, is it important to you?"

Han Ziqi felt like a stick in his throat.

"Child, you should be clear that I have never harmed you or your brother during my stay at your house. I never did it before, and I won't do it in the future. So who am I and what does it mean to you?" Han Ting He let out a sigh of relief, "Don't you care about nothing, and why do you care who I am?"

Han Tingsong left a word, ignored Han Ziqi, and walked straight ahead.

He looked at Han Tingsong's back, but couldn't find any reason to refute.

Everything is his own wishful thinking, so why should he feel sorry for himself here.

The two arrived home one after the other, like strangers.

At this time, Han Sijun had already prepared dinner.

Han Tingsong sat at the dining table, picked up his chopsticks, "I'll take you to and from school recently."

"No need." Han Ziqi refused coldly.

"Child, don't be willful." Han Ting frowned, "Give me a little more time, and I can handle that kid well."

"My business has nothing to do with you."

Since Han Tingsong is unwilling to share privacy with him, he has no right to interfere with his own life.

This person is just an ordinary resident, the kind who may leave at any time.

But early the next morning, Han Ziqi realized that he could not interfere with that person's freedom at all.

On the way to school, Han Tingsong just followed him a few meters away, silently watching him enter the school gate.

When school is over in the evening, he will be seen at the school gate again.

However, when a person is insane to a certain extent, his actions are faster than everyone expected.

When Fang Wenqi entered his house with a knife, Han Ziqi hadn't had time to move the chopsticks on the dining table.

"You ruined my life, I want you all to die with me!" Fang Wenqi stabbed at Han Ziqi madly with a kitchen knife in her hand.

Fortunately, Han Tingsong has quick eyes and quick hands, quickly guarded in front of him, and snatched the knife from Fang Wenqi's hand three or two times.

Although Fang Wenqi was not his opponent, the sharp weapon in his hand still inevitably scratched his arm.

Han Tingsong threw the dagger aside and tied Fang Wenqi with a rope.

"Die! I'm going to kill you, you all deserve to die! Follow me to die!" Fang Wenqi, who was bound by five flowers, shouted at the top of her voice.

Han Tingsong was annoyed when she heard this, and because she was unwilling to be violent because of her current female status, she pulled out half a pack of tissues from the table and stuffed them into her mouth to silence her voice.

Han Ziqi, who had just finished calling the police, saw the scar on the man's arm and felt a slight pain in his heart. He stepped forward and lifted his arm, "How are you? Go to the hospital first."

Han Tingsong acted as if nothing had happened, "It's all a little injury, let's go see how your brother is doing first?"

It was only then that Han Ziqi remembered Han Sijun who was crouching under the table because of being frightened.

He knelt down and comforted softly, "Brother, it's all right, come out."

Han Sijun held his head and shivered, "Don't, don't hit my brother. My brother is right. My brother is a good boy. Please, please, don't leave my brother. You come at me, all of you come at me."

Han Ziqi's nasal cavity was sore, and he suddenly remembered the episode when he was a child.He squatted under the table and slowly pulled Han Sijun out, "Brother, it's all right, let's go home."

Han Ziqi took his brother back to the bedroom and comforted him to sleep.Then gently closed the bedroom door and went to the living room.At this time, the police who had learned about the situation had just taken Fang Wenqi away.

Seeing that Han Tingsong's arm was still bleeding, he took the house key and said, "I'll accompany you to the hospital."

"No, just bandage it for me." Han Tingsong took out the napkin on the coffee table and was about to wipe the blood.

"Don't use this, it's unhygienic and easy to get infected." Han Ziqi grabbed the man's arm.

At this time, only the two of them were left in the living room, with warm and ambiguous lights shining above their heads.

Han Ziqi took out the medicine box and sat beside Han Tingsong. The two of them were only half a body apart, and their knees touched each other intentionally or unintentionally.

Compared with the previous epidermal trauma, this time it was obviously much more serious.Han Ziqi pursed his lips, lowered his head and carefully helped Han Tingsong treat the wound.

When the cotton swab wrapped in disinfectant touched the wound, Han Ziqi's heart ached.

The wound was not deep, but the length of the scratch stretched from the elbow to the forearm.Even after dipping it in cotton many times, the blood still flowed out slowly.

"Let's go to the hospital for treatment." Han Ziqi was worried.

"No, the doctor's hand is heavy, it hurts, it's not as good as yours."

Han Ziqi knew that he was talking nonsense, and he didn't even frown when he was cut by the knife, so how could he be afraid of the pain of dealing with the wound.

The blood gradually stopped, Han Ziqi took out a bottle of potion and sprayed it lightly.

Seeing the reflection of the water on his arm under the fluorescent lamp, Han Ziqi pursed his lips, took out the instruction manual from the medicine packaging box, and gently stirred it up.

Until the spray was completely dry, Han Ziqi took out a new roll of gauze and helped him carefully wrap the wound layer by layer.

"Child, you must have been a doctor in your previous life. Your skills are really good. Now I feel that everything is fine, and it doesn't hurt at all."

Han Ziqi knew that Han Tingsong was deliberately speaking lightly to reassure him, "It's better to be careful these two days, don't get wet, take a leave tomorrow, and don't go to work."

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Han Tingsong raised the corners of his mouth and rubbed his hair.

Han Ziqi put the spray on hand into the medicine box, and was reluctant to get up and leave.

Han Tingsong also sat on the side without moving, suddenly there was no topic between the two of them, staying any longer would only increase embarrassment.

"I'm asleep." Han Ziqi picked up the medicine box and walked to the room.

"Children." Han Tingsong's voice came from behind, accompanied by the calmness of the night.

Han Ziqi stopped in his tracks, but didn't look back at him.

"what do you wish to ask?"

Han Ziqi's heart beat several times, it turned out that the man could clearly see his thoughts.He even wondered if that person had known the secret he was hiding in his heart long ago.

The reason why it hasn't been exposed yet is just that I don't want to see him embarrassing, and I don't want to make fun of him.

But since this is the case, is there no need to hide it anymore?

"Will you...will you leave us?" Han Ziqi said with his back turned to him.

The "men" deliberately added is just to make myself feel less ashamed when I confess something. Even if I lose face in the end, I can at least find an excuse for myself, and it's not just one person who was discarded.

Too worried that the result would go in the opposite direction, Han Ziqi began to regret his impulsiveness at this time.

Although it is shameful to escape, at least there will be no disappointment and sadness.

The medicine box in Han Ziqi's hand started to go numb due to too much grip, but the people behind him were still tormenting him, and he refused to answer the question for a long time.

Han Ziqi stood at the door, his patience was almost exhausted, he had given up and walked back to the room.

Han Tingsong said slowly: "I will always be by your side."

As soft as that sentence is, it is as firm as it is.He is so firm that he believes that his efforts are not in vain, that everything is no longer wishful thinking, and that he can really get something back in exchange for his sincere efforts.

"Okay, what you say is what you say." Han Ziqi relaxed his shoulders and closed the bedroom door, but he saw a man walking towards the bathroom through the crack of the door.

"What are you doing?" Han Ziqi opened the door, surprised.

"Take a shower." The man was dignified, holding a roll of plastic wrap in his hand.

"Is your injury healed? You can't wash it now."

Han Ting shook the plastic wrap on his hand, "Don't worry, I have the equipment."

"That doesn't work, you can't wash it alone." Han Ziqi stepped forward and took off the plastic wrap.

Han Tingsong smiled, "Why don't you wash it for me?"

"You..." Han Ziqi was suppressed speechless.

"If you don't help me, don't make sarcastic remarks here." Han Tingsong grabbed the plastic wrap and was about to close the bathroom door.

Han Ziqi stretched out his hand to stop him, gritted his teeth and said, "Wash it, just wash it."

When Han Ziqi stood under the energy-saving lamp in the bathroom and helped Han Tingsong carefully wrap the wound, he realized after a while that he had agreed to such a stupid and terrifying thing.

But no matter how flustered and distracted I am at this time, the other party is still calm.

Until Han Ziqi helped someone wrap it in plastic wrap.

"Next, do you know what to do?" Han Tingsong said relaxedly.

How could Han Ziqi not know, although he had never bathed anyone before, what difference could it make between washing others or washing himself?

The first step in the shower, of course.

Undress.

The author has something to say: starting from August, that is, the day after tomorrow, it will be [-] more on weekdays and [-] more on weekends.

Wanchang will be split into two chapters. The first update is still at [-]:[-] am, and the second update should be after [-]:[-] pm. I will update it as soon as I finish it.

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