Heart distance

After breakfast, the three of them got into the car and prepared to go to a comprehensive shopping mall in the city center.

Still angry in the morning, Han Ziqi refused to talk to the two people in the car along the way.

After getting off the car, Han Ziqi followed them to the mobile phone counter on the first floor of the shopping mall.

Han Tingsong randomly showed two mobile phones to Han Sijun, "Which one do you like?"

Han Sijun smiled and pointed to the matte black phone on his left, "This is beautiful!"

"This model is the latest model in our store, with the most cutting-edge configuration and performance." The shopping guide greeted him enthusiastically, "The one next to it is an old model from last year. It is cost-effective and half cheaper than the new model."

"Diligence and frugality are advocated now. I usually use it to make phone calls. There is really no need to buy new ones." Han Tingsong and the shopping guide said, "Okay, then it will be expensive."

The shopping guide was taken aback by his incoherent words, "Sir, do you mean that you want this expensive latest model?"

"Of course." Han Ting's tone was like a foolish upstart with a lot of money. He took out a kraft paper bag from his pocket and patted it in front of the shopping guide, "Cash."

Han Ziqi on the side looked at the stack of cash wrapped in kraft paper. He was afraid that he was crazy, so he lent 5000 yuan to that person, and even added a few hundred dollars for a tetanus, and exchanged it within 2 minutes. a cell phone.

Dude!

After getting the mobile phone, Han Tingsong, who was already penniless, didn't have the consciousness of being a "poor person" at all, so he reached out his hand to Han Ziqi shamelessly, "Give me the ID card."

"What are you doing?" Han Ziqi was wary.

"Get a card and mobile phone card, and I don't have an ID card." Han Tingsong didn't take it seriously, and his tone was as simple as saying that the weather was good today, "After all, you are my benefactor, I don't ask you to find someone."

Han Ziqi suspected that this person was a rascal, making trouble out of nothing, being arrogant and unreasonable.

Han Tingsong took the ID card he handed over with great reluctance, "Yo, it really is a child, not yet an adult. But when did you take this photo? The hair hasn't even grown yet."

"Are you finished?" Han Ziqi couldn't bear it anymore, and he reached out to snatch his ID card back from him.But the other party was obviously faster than him, and had already taken the ID card to apply for the card.

After everything was done, Han Tingsong handed the new mobile phone in front of him, "Enter your phone number so that we can contact you easily."

"No need." Han Ziqi turned his head and left.

There's no point in connecting with someone like him.

Han Tingsong was not angry at all, and took back his phone and put it on Han Sijun's neck and continued to walk to other counters, "Brother Jun, your brother's birthday is on Children's Day, so what is your number? Tell me, I will see you off when the time comes." birthday present."

Han Ziqi, who had been following behind him, sank, but suddenly couldn't follow what he said. He raised his head uncontrollably, looking at the tall figure who was still advancing.

He recalled the man's words again, he said "you", not "you."

Since Han Sijun's accident, he never received a birthday present again.

When he was a child, he always regarded his birthday as one of the most anticipated and solemn festivals of the year due to the excessive care of his parents and elder brother.

It was not until the people who were willing to celebrate grand festivals for him left him one after another, and Han Ziqi would change the ceiling lamp in the bedroom on every festival worth celebrating, and bend his knees to lean against the bedside to comfort himself, that children need to receive presents on their birthdays, He's too old to need any of that.

Just wait until the birthday, as an adult, who needs to receive gifts like a child.

childish.

Relieved, Han Ziqi quickly followed the two people in front to a furniture store.

His brother had no patience, and after turning around for a while, he began to cry hungry.

Han Tingsong picked out a wooden single bed at random, pointed to Han Ziqi and the shopping guide and said, "Ask him to pay, he is the sponsor."

Han Ziqi wished he could throw the shameless man in front of him from the shopping mall on the fourth floor.

Reason told him not to be as knowledgeable as this kind of person and not to get angry, but he had already started to reflect, what was the point of keeping this person in the first place?

Must be crazy.

In the end, Han Ziqi silently paid for the bed and wrote down his home address to arrange delivery.

After coming out of the furniture area, the three sat in KFC.

Han Ziqi wiped his hands and said, "I'm going to be a tutor in the afternoon. My brother knows the location of the swimming pool, so you can just stay with him."

Han Ziqi added, "If something happens, ask my brother to call me."

"No problem." Han Tingsong turned to his brother and said, "Brother Jun, do you have any money? Buy me a swimming trunk when the time comes, can we parade together?"

"Yeah." Han Sijun patted his trouser pocket, nodded excitedly, "Brother is rich, a lot of money, he can buy a lot of swimming trunks for brother Ting Song!"

"If you have money, don't waste it." Han Ziqi frowned.

Han Sijun was cheerful, "Spending money to brother Ting Song is not called reckless spending!"

Han Ziqi even suspected that Han Tingsong had brainwashed his brother to make him so "dedicated" to him.

The meal was almost finished, Han Ziqi looked at the time, "You two eat first, I'll leave first."

"Thanks for your hard work, Mr. Han, let's go slowly." Han Ting said goodbye casually, still holding the Coke bought with his money.

After he came out, Han Ziqi reconfirmed the location of the tutor. This villa area happened to have a direct bus in the city center.

At noon on the weekend, there was no one on the bus, so Han Ziqi got on the bus and stood at the back of the bus.

After a few stops, two middle school students got up and started whispering when they saw Han Ziqi, but they thought they couldn't hear him.

"He's so handsome, take a quick picture, take a few more pictures."

"This side profile looks good, you can post it!"

The two girls didn't even turn their phones to silent, the sound of pressing the shutter would only add to Han Ziqi's irritability.

He glanced at the time, and before he had time, he got off at the platform with two stops to reach his destination.

At [-]:[-] in the afternoon, Han Ziqi came to the class place.

According to the principal, this make-up student was in the same school as him, a year behind him, not good at science, and had a weird personality.

None of the above matters mattered to Han Ziqi, he was just repaying favors.

Han Ziqi knocked on the door.

"Hi." He said politely.

"You are classmate Han." An amiable woman in her 50s opened the door, "Please come in."

Han Ziqi was taken to the study on the second floor by the nanny. The room was simply decorated. The room was clean and tidy. There was a whole wall covered with various popular science books, half of which he had read, and the other half which he wanted to read but had no chance to read. .

The owner of this house seems to have the same preference as him.

The other wall attracted his attention even more. There was a whole row of spliced ​​gunpla, some of which were out of print.

Han Ziqi has been very interested in this splicing model since he was a child, and his brother used to buy a lot for him.

Even if it is not the age to play with toys, some deep-rooted hobbies will not be cut by half as they grow older, especially when they are not available.

If you can't get it, you are always restless.

"Like it?"

Han Ziqi followed the sound and turned around.

All previous expectations were blown away with the three words spoken by the other party.

Han Ziqi picked up the schoolbag on the table, turned and left, unwilling to stay for a moment.

"Stop!" Another voice came from behind, "Han Ziqi, do you really hate me that much?"

He didn't answer, and had already walked to the door of the study.

"If you want to see your brother lose his job, you can leave now and never come back."

Han Ziqi clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles were so pale, he had no choice but to turn around and look at the person in front of him.

The "girl" in a dark blue JK uniform wears double ponytails, and even her lips are carefully painted a sweet pink.

"Fang Wenyu, what do you want to do?"

"Don't you know what I want to do?" Fang Wenyu gently fiddled with the broken hair on his forehead.

Han Ziqi suppressed his anger, "I'll say it one last time, I'm not interested in you."

"Hey! Teacher Han, what are you talking about? Aren't you my tutor? I just ask you to come here to help me with my homework."

A completely unexpected sentence made Han Ziqi speechless. He calmed down for a moment, "Then what do you mean by dressing like this?"

Fang Wenyu snorted lightly, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "It's the 21st century, and you can dress freely. I just like to wear skirts. What's wrong? Is it bothering you?"

Every sentence the other party said was so rigorous that he couldn't find any faults.

At least so far, Fang Wenyu has not said anything inappropriate, and Han Ziqi has no reason to veto others because of his personal preferences.

He turned around and walked to the table, put down his schoolbag, "What do you want to mend?"

Fang Wenyu sat directly opposite him, with an open-minded and serious attitude, and turned out a set of chemistry test papers, "I'm still not very good at calculating the concentration of substances and the ideal state gas equation."

Han Ziqi took the test paper, glanced at it, and took out a pen and paper to explain.

During the entire afternoon tutoring process, Fang Wenyu did not cross the line except for listening to lectures and studying.

Even so, Han Ziqi was not a very humane person. When the get out of class time came, he immediately packed up his things and left.

"Do you want to have dinner before leaving?" Perhaps it was because of wearing women's clothing, even Fang Wenyu's voice was more feminine.

Han Ziqi ignored it, and didn't even bother to say no.

"Then add a WeChat account, and I will transfer today's class fee to you."

"No, I only accept cash." Han Ziqi said coldly.

"Then wait a minute, I'll get you the money."

"No, just give it to me in class next time."

"Han Ziqi, is it so difficult to add WeChat?" Fang Wenyu still didn't give up. "As my tutor, I won't lose you a penny in salary, but there is no chance to ask questions after class?"

"Are you wearing colored glasses for me?" Fang Wenyu said displeased, "I don't care what you think, but I just want to study hard now."

Han Ziqi knew that the other party's words were flawless, and he couldn't find any reason to refute.

In the end, he took out his mobile phone and scanned Fang Wenyu's QR code.

When Han Ziqi arrived home, he happened to see his brother and Han Tingsong making the bed sheets that had just been installed.

Seeing him coming back, Han Sijun hurriedly greeted him: "Come on, brother, you can fix it for brother Tingsong, we don't know how to do it."

"Let him do it himself." Han Ziqi looked at the wrinkled and twisted quilt, and couldn't help frowning, "Giant baby."

"Who are you calling a giant baby?" Han Tingsong rolled up his sleeves, "I just want to give you a chance to show yourself in front of me."

"Not interested." Han Ziqi saw that he had placed the single bed near the French window of the balcony, and said helplessly, "It will be winter soon, and it will be very cold if you place the window."

"You don't care about me." Han Tingsong was unconvinced, "I don't cover the quilt for me, how can I pretend to be a good person here! I just like to watch the scenery in the cold."

"childish!"

"You underage brat who hasn't even grown a hair, why are you pretending to be mature with me?"

"Don't, don't quarrel, it's wrong!" Han Sijun hurriedly dissuaded.

After dinner, his brother was busy going downstairs to play chess with the old man, while Han Tingsong went to the bathroom to take a shower first.

Han Ziqi was left alone after washing the dishes, and when he was about to go back to the room, he saw the single bed by the window.

The bed was covered with a soft Simmons mattress, but it didn't look comfortable. The sheets, pillows and quilt covers were forced to pile up and crumpled.

Han Ziqi sighed and walked to the edge of the bed.

When Han Tingsong came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, Han Ziqi was just about to go back to the bedroom.

The two passed by along the porch, but Han Ziqi acted as if he hadn't seen him, and didn't even give him a look.

Until Han Tingsong's annoying voice came from behind, "Hey, where is this little daughter-in-law who made a bed for brother?"

The author has something to say:

To be honest, people like "male nanny" will not live long in the third dimension, and they will be beaten to death, sigh.

The younger brother and the "male nanny" quarreled like two naive elementary school students. (Tucao from my brother.)