Heart distance

After the final exam, the homeroom teacher called Han Ziqi to the office, "Ziqi, next Saturday we will have a grade commendation meeting, you understand."

The school is held every year, so Han Ziqi naturally knows it.

"You see, I wanted to invite your family last year. At that time, your brother missed it because of his busy work." The head teacher was a little regretful. "This year, I specially asked you in advance, so we can't miss it again."

"Teacher, my brother..."

Afraid that he would refuse, the class teacher hurriedly said: "Look, it is an honor to let your brother take the stage, and no one else would have this opportunity."

"Teacher, my brother is not convenient for him."

Not many people knew about his family's situation, and Han Ziqi never mentioned it to the teacher in charge.

He doesn't care what others think of him, he just doesn't want his brother to be the object of discussion after dinner.

"I can understand that your brother is busy with work, but do you think it's just this one time?" It's really not easy."

The homeroom teacher didn't even intend to give Han Ziqi a chance to refuse, "Okay, that's it for now. Remember to ask your brother to prepare in advance. It doesn't take long, just ten minutes or so."

Seeing that the persuasion was fruitless, Han Ziqi didn't want to continue to deal with it.Looking at the time, his brother might be in a hurry if he goes back later.

When Han Ziqi arrived home, Han Tingsong was sitting at the dining table, helping his brother with the newly bought honey pot.

Seeing him back, Han Tingsong greeted him: "It's just right, come and help me."

Han Ziqi went to the bathroom to wash his hands, opened the stool and sat next to the man, and helped him hold the transparent glass jar.

It has been some time since he thought of this person coming to his house.

Han Ziqi squeezed the round jar tightly with his fingertips, pursed his lips, "Are you busy next Saturday afternoon?"

"Saturday." Han Tingsong didn't look up, and was pouring honey spoonful by spoonful, "Wuguan organizes team building."

"Oh."

"Why, what's the matter?" Han Tingsong finally looked up at him, "However, if you really want to ask me out, I can consider rejecting that side."

Han Ziqi let go of the glass cover he was holding, "Not interested."

"Hey, you caught it, or you can get it everywhere."

Han Ziqi hid some imperceptible disappointment, got up and walked to the bedroom, "You can do it yourself, I haven't finished my homework yet."

"Child, can you make a draft if you are lying? I just had the final exam today. Where did I get the homework?"

On the day of the parents' meeting, compared with a certain first-year-old, there will always be someone who is more bored than him.

"Marshal Han, do you think Mr. Han will come? He didn't call me back afterwards." Chang Qi rested his chin on his arms, shaking his legs nervously.

"What is he doing here?" Han Ziqi casually lowered his head to do math problems.

"I got the eighth lowest grade in the exam this time. My dad almost killed me when he found out. If I let him come to the parent-teacher meeting again, I will definitely be out of anger."

"For the safety of my dad." Chang Qi sighed, "I just thought about finding someone to replace my dad."

"So, you hired Mr. Han to be your father?" Han Ziqi stopped writing and looked at him.

Chang Qi quickly waved his hands, "No, no way! I heard that Mr. Han has a younger brother in his family, and no one knows his younger brother anyway, so it's fine for me to be his younger brother. How about it, am I very smart?"

"I told him on WeChat last night, and he replied to me this morning to check on the situation."

Chang Qi was so nervous that he rubbed his hands, "But what does he mean by looking at the situation? Will he come?"

"Not coming."

"Damn it, why? Teacher Han is such a good person, he can't just leave him alone!" Chang Qi panicked, "If he doesn't come, I can really die!"

"He has a party in the afternoon and has no time."

"Really?" Chang Qi suddenly realized something, "However, how did you know?"

"Me?" Han Ziqi's spine stiffened slightly, "I guess."

Chang Qi breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed, "Damn it, you scared me to death. I believe Teacher Han will never have the heart to see me die. I begged him so pitifully last night, and he will definitely be punished." I'm impressed."

"I love Teacher Han, and Teacher Han must love me too! Today I am Teacher Han's best brother, and Teacher Han will be proud of having me as a good brother for the rest of his life." Chang Qi straightened her chest and was full of energy.

Han Ziqi continued to write his geometry proof, "It's up to you."

"But..." Chang Qi bent down and said softly, "How about you, Marshal Han, your brother?"

Chang Qi and Han Ziqi have known each other for more than ten years, and they are one of the few people who know the situation of his family.

"He can't come."

"Well, yes, it's good not to come." Chang Qi seemed to be consoling, "Anyway, you are the first in your grade, and you will be praised if you come. You don't care about that, it doesn't matter if you come or not."

This parent meeting is held in the academic lecture hall. Before [-]:[-] p.m., each parent needs to come to their respective classes and take their children to the lecture hall.

As time goes by, more and more parents come to pick up students.

Because of their height, Han Ziqi and Chang Qi sat side by side in the last seat until the seats in front gradually became empty.

Han Ziqi was still writing his math test paper without moving, but Chang Qi beside him couldn't sit still any longer.

"No, I have to send a text message to Teacher Han." Chang Qi took out his mobile phone, "Forget it, it's better to call quickly."

Until the phone next to her ear was forced to hang up due to no one answering for a long time, Chang Qi became more and more panicked, "What should I do, Teacher Han won't really let me go."

"Probably." Han Ziqi said in a neutral tone.

"But did you see the look in Lao Ban's eyes? We are the only two left now." Chang Qi glanced at the homeroom teacher who was standing at the door to greet the parents, "If it is three o'clock and neither of our parents arrive, you say her Do you want me first, or you first?"

"It doesn't matter."

"Dashuai Han, don't be like this, we are grasshoppers on the same rope, maybe we are the parents of the whole grade..." Chang Qi suddenly stopped and scratched his head, "Eh? No, even if Teacher Han doesn't come , why don't you stay with me!"

Chang Qi suddenly became enlightened, and in a moment of excitement, he put his arm on Han Ziqi's shoulder, "Even if you die, you will have a backrest. It's fine, fine, it's okay, brother is with you!"

Han Ziqi frowned slightly, "Take your hand off."

"Okay, okay, I'm still a clean freak." Chang Qi rambled, "I took a shower yesterday, and I still have a scent on my body, an authentic man's scent."

Han Ziqi didn't bother to talk to him.

"Damn it, that's not right!" Chang Qi held his head, feeling hopeless, "You are the first in grade, what am I going to do with you? Even if your brother doesn't come, the teacher can't scold you. !"

Chang Qi finally figured out the key point of the problem, and lay down on the table, "The clown is actually me, after all, I paid by mistake."

"My good brother, I beg you, come here quickly, your good brother wants to kill you."

"The sky is spirited, the earth is spirited, Conan Conan is about to appear."

"Oh, Mr. Han, why are you here?" The head teacher's voice came from outside the door.

"I wipe!" Chang Qi followed the voice and sat up from the table, "Conan has appeared?"

Han Ziqi paused at the tip of his pen, and the lead broke directly on the test paper.

He couldn't control his eyes and looked obliquely in front of the classroom.

The man at the door was wearing a neatly ironed dark suit, a watch that looked expensive, and even his tie was meticulously tied.An appealing sophistication exudes from head to toe.It was so eye-catching that he refused to let go of every strand of hair.

Apparently the head teacher at the door was also shocked by the man.

No matter who it is, there is no way to resist the mature and steady masculine charm, not even a middle-aged teacher in his 40s or [-]s.

Not to mention a cold 17-year-old boy.

The homeroom teacher at the door smiled like a flower, and looked to the corner of the back row, "Oh, I didn't expect you to be this kid's brother, go in quickly, that kid has been waiting for you for a long time."

"Fuck, my brother is so handsome today. If I were a girl, I would really fall in love with him." Chang Qi's eyes were straightened, and his exciting atmosphere filled the air.

But when the breath spread around Han Ziqi, it turned into a sour taste.

"If I knew my brother was so handsome today, I would definitely study hard before the end of the semester, and at least let him go on stage to receive a progress award or something."

Han Ziqi was still holding the mechanical pencil in his hand, staring intently at the man in front of him.

"I'm sorry, Marshal Han, I really didn't expect my brother to come today." Chang Qi's words were full of uncontrollable excitement, "I will treat you to dinner some other day to make up for you."

The people around him kept repeating the word "my brother", pulling Han Ziqi out of his fantasy over and over again. The reality was always more indifferent than he thought.

Finally, after persuading himself for the [-]st time, Han Ziqi forced himself to bow his head.

It has nothing to do with him anyway, that person is just staying at his house.

There is no blood relationship thicker than water, and there is no inseparable bond.

But if he lowered his posture even a little bit a week ago, is it possible that today "Mr. Han's younger brother" will be him.

You can stand under the spotlight, accept the appreciation of everyone, and radiate brilliance.

"Brother, come quickly! I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Han Ziqi had known Chang Qi for so many years, and it was the first time he realized that Chang Qi's voice was noisy and annoying.

"Sorry, there's a traffic jam on the road, I'm late." Han Tingsong walked along the door.

Maybe a few minutes later, he would be like an abandoned doll, sitting in the corner of the empty classroom, explaining to the head teacher why his brother couldn't attend.

Until a shadow appeared beside Han Ziqi, blocking the only light in front of his eyes, but it carried a pleasant and fresh citrus fragrance.

But suddenly he didn't like it.

Han Ziqi still lowered his head, pretending to study the fill-in-the-blank question that he couldn't even read the question.

"Brother, let's go!" Chang Qi said as he got up and walked out from behind his seat, "The lecture hall is to the east of the school, it's quite far away."

"Child, don't leave yet." Han Tingsong ignored Chang Qi, and a calm voice came from above him, "Wait for me to pull you?"

The author has something to say:

He's here, he's here to hold a parent-teacher meeting for classmate Xiao Han!

To be honest, if you put it into Chang Qi's perspective, this is actually a sad article.