Heart distance

It was the first time Han Ziqi experienced the situation of being caught secretly taking pictures, and the most stressful reaction was to put down the phone and avoid looking.

For a moment, he wished he could send Han Tingsong a text message to explain the reason, but he felt that he had created something out of nothing.

The man stopped looking at him and continued to teach other students.

Han Ziqi put his phone in a lower safe place to ensure that no one was around. He secretly clicked on the video he just recorded and dragged the progress bar to the last five seconds.

The picture freezes at the moment when the man raised his jaw and smiled at him.

His heart was covered with a layer of hot impulse, which could not be concealed even by the cold winter.

"Marshal Han, how are you doing?" Chang Qi, who was sweating profusely, disturbed him and panicked.

"What?" Han Ziqi pretended to be calm and pressed the phone lock screen.

"Teacher Han's video, send it to me."

"No shot." Saying that, Han Ziqi got up and left while clutching his phone.

"No, I saw you taking pictures!" Chang Qi shouted behind him, "Then you didn't take pictures of Teacher Han, who did you take pictures of? Did you fall in love with someone?"

"Dashuai Han, have you fallen in love early?"

This word, which obviously shouldn't have any intersection with him, has frequently appeared in his ears recently.

Terribly annoying.

Stepping into the severe winter, what middle school students look forward to the most is Christmas.

In the eyes of young people, this western festival, which is not a holiday and is not celebrated by the whole country, is always endowed with various emotions, warming the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month.

But for Han Ziqi, this day was no different from every day, even when he arrived at school, his desk was full of presents.

Placed right in the middle, the most conspicuous Gundam assembly model caught his attention.Han Ziqi took out the bag from his bag, and stuffed the table full of presents into the bag one by one.When I got the Gundam, I subconsciously took another look.

Seeing the name of the giver pasted on the cover, he couldn't help frowning.

Class one and one in high school, Fang Wenyu.

Giving Christmas gifts to Han Ziqi has become a traditional feature of No. [-] Middle School.On the premise that they knew that the parties would not accept it, they still flocked to them happily to obtain a sense of satisfaction that was lucky.

But the probability of such satisfaction is approximately equal to zero.

Han Ziqi does not receive favors from anyone, nor does he owe anyone favors.

He put all the presents in the bag and handed them to Chang Qi, who would help to return them.

But the people who are usually keen to flip through the gifts didn't come along this time, so Han Ziqi turned to look at him.

Chang Qi wore a dark gray plaid scarf around his neck, smiling from ear to ear.

"You know it's cold now?" Han Ziqi said calmly.

In the past, Chang Qi relied on his own firepower, and never bothered to wear scarves, hats and gloves in winter.

Chang Qi didn't answer, and stretched out a corner of the scarf in front of him, but he was not willing to take it off, "Does it look good?"

Only then did Han Ziqi take a closer look. At first glance, there was nothing wrong with it, but in fact the stitches were crooked, which was obviously handmade by beginners.

"From someone else?"

Like a peacock in Kaiping, Chang Qi nodded frantically, and continued to ask, "How is it, does it look good?"

"It's beautiful." Han Ziqi smiled, "This pattern is very difficult to weave, and your friend is very careful."

"Yeah, I'm a [-]-foot boy, and I'm so moved that I want to wipe my tears. I'm so tall and I'm getting this kind of gift." Chang Qi sighed, "But he gave me a gift for Christmas, but I didn't give it to him. Prepare."

"So, here comes the question." Chang Qi was excited, "What gift should I give him back?"

Seeing that Han Ziqi ignored him, Chang Qi continued to harass, "Hey, I'm inexperienced in this matter, you take too many presents, please think about it for me."

Han Ziqi was annoyed by the torment, and stopped the pen in his hand, "As long as it is from you, he will like it."

"Really?" Chang Qi rubbed his chin, "That's what I said, but it shouldn't be too casual."

"Damn it, this thing is too difficult to think about, it's as difficult as a math problem, exactly the same!"

Han Ziqi looked at Chang Qi's sweaty forehead but was reluctant to take off the scarf.Perhaps, it will be a very happy thing to receive a gift from someone you care about.

But no matter what, it has nothing to do with him.

On the second day, there was a vocational exam occupying the exam room, and Han Ziqi left school an hour earlier than usual.

When he opened the door, he met Han Tingsong's surprised face, "Why is it so early today?"

"The exam room will be occupied tomorrow." Han Ziqi put down his schoolbag and went to the bathroom to wash his hands.

Han Tingsong chased after him, leaning against the door frame, with one hand casually in his trouser pocket, "I mean, you don't have an appointment for Christmas today?"

It was a similar question again, Han Ziqi's patience had reached its limit, "Let me repeat to you, I have no puppy love."

"Who told you about puppy love. I mean, don't you hang out with your friends at Christmas?"

"Oh, I forgot, you have no friends with such a bad personality. Your only friend must be dating his future boyfriend now." Han Tingsong expressed deep regret, "It's so pitiful."

Han Ziqi only felt that this person talked too much and was annoying.

"Then no one is playing with you, there will always be gifts."

"No." Han Ziqi pushed away the man blocking the door and returned to the living room.

"Didn't you children all love this kind of festival?" Han Tingsong still followed behind him, "Even if you are an ordinary classmate, there is always a gift, I don't believe you didn't receive it."

Han Ziqi was so annoyed by him, he turned to look at him, "What about you, you have lived in my house for so long, have you prepared a gift for me?"

Han Tingsong in front of him paused slightly, his right hand was still in his trouser pocket, obviously he didn't expect what he said later.

The answer was obvious, Han Ziqi just wanted to end the topic, "So, if you can't do it yourself, don't..."

The boy's subsequent words all ended in the hand that the man took out of his trouser pocket.

"Merry Christmas, little one."

The author has something to say:

It can be said that someone has gone to great lengths just to give a gift.Talking well is not enough.