Heart distance

The fragrance from Hanting pine, together with the early winter wind blowing in from the crack of the window, diffused into Han Ziqi's nostrils.

It is a sweet wine aroma without sugar removal, with an intoxicating alcohol concentration.

Aftertaste.

Han Ziqi had never consumed alcohol, and he developed symptoms of being slightly drunk.He lowered his head and looked at him, but within half a minute, he couldn't escape from the illusory scene.

Until Han Tingsong got up from the sofa first, picked up his ID card and left the living room.

Han Ziqi's eyes fell on the unused one-inch photos, "You didn't take the photos."

"I'm tired of watching it, I'll give it to you."

It wasn't until the scent of perfume in the air gradually dissipated that Han Ziqi came back to his senses, picked up the photo with a white background and went back to the room.

He turned on the computer and opened the live broadcast platform routinely.

Two hours after the broadcast, Han Ziqi's focus was still on that photo.

Fully awake, he couldn't even understand why he took it back in the first place.

This kind of thing is of no use to him.

He didn't miss it, and threw the photo into the wastebasket by the table.Get up and open the closet, take out a change of clothes and prepare to take a shower.

When Han Ziqi opened the door, his eyes happened to pass by the wastebasket.

He leaned on the doorknob with his hand, and paused for a while with downcast eyes.

Then he left the room and went into the bathroom.

It's just that in the bottom drawer on the left hand side of the desk, there is an extra photo with a white background that does not belong to him.

After school, Han Ziqi sat at the desk.

Today's dinner was particularly hearty, and it was Han Ziqi's favorite dish.Han Sijun, who usually couldn't wait as soon as he came to the table, was unexpectedly quiet, and sat obediently on the side, waiting for him to move his chopsticks first.

Han Ziqi, who was planning to pick up food, also put down his hands, "What's wrong?"

Han Tingsong arched Han Sijun's arm, "Say it."

"You...you say it." Han Sijun looked guilty.

"What, did you make a mistake?" Han Ziqi frowned, his brother seldom made mistakes.

"No, of course not." Han Ting put his arm on Han Sijun's shoulder, "How could our brother Jun make a mistake."

"Speak." Han Ziqi's eyes sank, and the two of them obviously had something in their hearts.

"There's a cooking competition next week, Brother Jun wants to participate, it's in the next city."

"No." Han Ziqi refused without thinking.

Han Sijun got anxious first, and grabbed Han Tingsong's arm and stomped his feet, "What to do, what to do, my brother disagrees."

"I'm fine." Han Tingsong patted Han Sijun's arm to comfort him, and then said to him, "Why don't you let me go."

"I have to go to class, so I can't ask for leave."

"I didn't let you go again."

"I don't worry about him."

His brother can come and go freely in familiar cities, but unfamiliar places are too dangerous.

"And me!"

"you?"

"I can understand your concerns, but you can't restrict other people's freedom." Han Tingsong was rarely serious, "Do you know how long your brother has been preparing for this game? Just because you don't have time for a sentence, forget it?"

"Eat first." Seeing his brother's aggrieved but expectant expression, Han Ziqi picked up his chopsticks, "Let me think about it."

Han Tingsong blinked at his brother, "Okay, anyway, there is still time, let's wait for his news."

A week later, Hanting Songzheng and Han Sijun packed their luggage for tomorrow's culinary competition, and Han Ziqi called the former out.

The two of them were sitting at the farthest ends of the fabric sofa in the living room, and the TV station was rebroadcasting yesterday's financial news.

"The president of the Lu Corporation, who was once brilliant in the past, may have disappeared due to the ulterior black industrial chain, and his assets of hundreds of billions of dollars disappeared overnight."

"The Ji family who has risen from the rebel army may replace the Lu family and become the city's number one tycoon."

"Why are you so nice to my brother?" Han Ziqi asked a recent question.

Han Ting breathed a sigh of relief, rare indifference, "What do you want to express."

"You have no reason to do this to him."

"Have you ever experienced the feeling of loss?" Han Tingsong answered irrelevantly.

"what?"

"It's nothing." Han Tingsong picked up the remote control from the coffee table and turned off the TV, "You and your brother saved me and took me in, shouldn't I be nice to him? Animals know how to feed back, don't I understand?"

The other party's words made Han Ziqi speechless, maybe he was too sensitive.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of him for you, and I won't let him have an accident." Han Tingsong stood up, took out his mobile phone and handed it to him, "Do you want to leave a call? We'll leave tomorrow."

"No, my brother remembers my phone number."

"It's up to you." Han Tingsong took back his phone, walked to the bed, turned his back to him and looked out the window, "Go back to your room, I'm going to sleep."

Until he was alone in the living room, Han Ting opened the drawer of the bedside table and took out the bottle of perfume.

Touch the writing on the frosted touch bottle with your fingertips.

——To the one you love the most.

He bent his legs slightly and leaned his head against the glass window.

Winter is coming, and the glass windows at night are covered with a thin layer of frost, and the coolness flows into the atrium along the blood vessels on Han Tingsong's forehead.

What pumps blood is a heart that is alive and kicking, and what is cold is a person who is dying of pain.

He uncapped the bottle and sprayed a little into the air.

He never wore perfume before.

Han Ziqi sat absent-mindedly at the desk and turned on the computer.

Could it be that what you said just now was too harsh and made him angry?

The live room has been boarded.

"Good evening date!"

"Today is so punctual, praise, huh!"

"If you ask someone for your phone number twice and they don't give it to you, will you be angry?"

"What?"

"What's the situation, date, are you asking us a question?"

"My god, you have changed, you have become more humane. Mom is so happy."

"It mainly depends on who the other party is, a stranger on the street, or someone you hate, or a suitor? Different people treat it differently."

The barrage message asked Han Ziqi, what is the relationship between him and this person.

"Roommate." Han Ziqi said.

There is no necessary relationship, but they have to live together, only roommates.

"Roommate? Date, are you living on campus? Your dormitory is so quiet, you can hardly hear other people's voices in your voice!"

"Wait, roommate didn't have his phone number yet?"

"Date, are you renting a house by yourself? Don't you live with your parents?"

"Date, how old are you and live by yourself? Huh, huh, mom wants to give you a reward. If you live by yourself, you should pay more attention to your diet and don't always eat junk food."

"What about your self-orgasm? Date said it was him, maybe it was someone else."

"You haven't answered my question yet," Han Ziqi said.

"No matter what roommate you are, you should exchange phone numbers."

"Yeah, yeah, it's just a phone number, it's not normal if there's no phone number."

"That's right, if it was me, I would be very angry, and I refused twice? What a big face, what a weird roommate."

"This kind of person who doesn't call me is probably thinking that he is of noble birth, and we mortals are not worthy of you, so you should go back to your planet."

Han Ziqi looked at the barrage of scolding him to the brim.

Sure enough, it is still serious.

After downloading the broadcast, Han Ziqi turned off the computer. When he walked out of the room, he found that the light in the living room was still on. He looked through the window.

Seeing Han Tingsong leaning against the glass window expressionlessly holding the bottle of perfume in his hand, a fresh scent of citrus came over his face.

It's a freshly sprayed top note.

"Give me the phone." Han Ziqi's tone was uneventful.

Han Ting in front of him calmed down for a long time before responding, and he just took out the phone from under the pillow and handed it to him.

The owner did not set a power-on password, so Han Ziqi clicked on the address book, and there was only one phone number stored in it, and the note was [Brother Sijun].

Han Ziqi pursed his lips, entered his phone number, subconsciously noted "Ziqi", and finally dialed himself with this mobile phone.

Hanging up after the ringtone, Han Ziqi looked at the note name on the screen, clicked back to the address book, changed it to "Han Ziqi", and put the phone back on the bed.

"Go to bed early." Han Ziqi said.

Han Tingsong didn't respond.

He didn't speak any more, turned and left.

Han Sijun's culinary competition is scheduled for the next morning, and the two of them will go to the next city one day in advance to prepare.

After school in the afternoon, Han Ziqi counted the time when the two trains would arrive at the station. He clicked on WeChat and was about to send a message to his brother, but saw a friend request.

The profile picture is a selfie photo of Han Tingsong and his brother. They both hold a marshmallow, smiling brightly like two childish elementary school students.

At the beginning, saving the phone number was just to take into account the status of the so-called "roommate", so adding WeChat is completely unnecessary.

Han Ziqi rested his fingertips on the opponent's head portrait, pursing the corners of his mouth.

Click Agree.

Just as he was about to take back his phone, there was a vibrating sound of a new message.

It's a short video sent by Han Tingsong.

His brother wore a Mickey Mouse head and laughed with a group of kids on a merry-go-round.

Han Ziqi knew that his brother wanted to go to the playground for a long time, but he never took his brother there.

After all, it was something for children to play with. His brother was almost 30 years old, and when he was with these children, he would definitely be laughed at.

He didn't want his brother to be laughed at.

After all, his brother was once so good.

Han Ziqi browsed the videos repeatedly, carefully observing every child watching his brother.

Their faces are filled with the most brilliant and innocent smiles, and there is only innocence and kindness in their eyes, nothing else.

No one seemed to laugh at his brother, maybe he was too sensitive.

Han Ziqi entered and exited a paragraph of text in the dialogue window.

Han Ziqi: Be careful.

Han Ziqi: Also, thank you.

The message from the other party was answered almost in seconds.

Han Ting Song: You are welcome

Han Ziqi stopped being polite and took back his phone. The two of them were like tools for routine work.

In the next day and a half, Han Tingsong will send his brother's video and photo updates in real time.

The last one is a picture of his brother crying.

Han Ziqi felt a chill go down his spine, and quickly called back.

"What's wrong?" Han Ziqi could even hear his brother crying on the other end of the phone.

"It's okay." Han Tingsong was not in a hurry, "I won No.4 in the competition and didn't let me go to the stage to accept the award. I'm not happy."

Han Ziqi relaxed his shoulders and felt relieved, "If my brother is still crying and not playing, you can go buy a lollipop to coax him."

"Your brother is quite easy to coax." Han Tingsong chuckled lightly, "What about you?"

"what?"

"You are crying, what do you want to coax?"

The author has something to say:

So, here comes the problem.

Classmate Han is crying, how to coax him?