Heart distance

Han Ziqi shifted his position by half, keeping a heartbeat distance from him that could not be noticed, "I'm afraid you will get sick from hunger."

Han Tingsong disagreed, "Don't worry, there are so many beautiful little nurses in the hospital, you can always find one who likes to feed me."

"Oh." Han Ziqi said disgustedly, "That won't bother you."

He put the soup bowl on the bedside table, took his brother and left, unwilling to stay for another minute.

"Brother Tingsong, goodbye, I'll come see you tomorrow." Han Sijun was pulled by his brother, and he didn't forget to turn his head and wave to Han Tingsong desperately.

Until Han Tingsong was the only one left in the ward, he supported the bed board with one hand, and pressed the still stinging stomach with the other hand, sat up slowly, and looked out the window.

At night near nine o'clock in the evening, only the dim yellow street lamps gave off a faint light.Han Tingsong waited for a while before he saw two people, one fat and one thin, from the window sill on the second floor, their shadows were drawn long by the streetlights.

The slender boy in the cold wind hadn't had lunch or dinner yet.The child was already thin, how could Han Tingsong be willing to leave him by his side and starve.

You are still growing old, so you have to eat on time.

It wasn't until the figure completely disappeared from Han Tingsong's sight that he turned his eyes to the bedside table.

Next to the soup bowl is the scarf that the boy personally helped him bring when he came.Hanting Matsushita reached out to touch it subconsciously, the soft and fluffy feel was very similar to that of a child's hair.

He let go of his hand, picked up the soup bowl next to him, and put a spoonful into his mouth.

Light and delicious, it was the best soup he had ever had in his life.

When Han Tingsong was about to take a second sip, there was a soft knock on the door of the ward, and a young nurse came in pushing a small cart with medicines.

"Han Tingsong, it's time to take your temperature." The nurse handed him a small mercury thermometer, seeing that the bowl he was holding was inconvenient, so she took it.

"Thank you." Han Tingsong clamped the thermometer under his arm.

The nurse didn't seem in a hurry, she stood beside the bed with a bowl in her hand, lowered her head and smelled it, "Wow, it smells so good, it looks like it was made by a chef."

Han Tingsong smiled and said: "Yes, he is a very powerful chef."

"Is that the man who rushed over just now? The one holding the rice bowl?" The nurse chatted with him with great interest.

"Yes." Han Tingsong smiled brightly, "That man is my brother."

The little nurse's eyes widened, her face was full of surprise, "Oh my God, I didn't expect him to do it. When he first came here, he acted recklessly. I thought it was some kind of insanity. your brother."

Seeing that the other party didn't answer, the nurse realized that her words and deeds were inappropriate, and quickly waved her hands to explain, "I'm sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to offend, you don't mind."

"It's okay." Han Tingsong said gently.

"I just suddenly envy you. You have a brother who cares so much about you. Yes, and your brother is also very caring."

"You may not know that when you first arrived, you fell into a coma, and it was your younger brother alone who helped you with everything."

"He seems to be in his teens. Boys of his age are in a rebellious period. There are very few people who can take care of others like him."

The nurse was chattering on the side, Han Tingsong listened to her, but unexpectedly found it interesting.

"And ah..." The nurse took a peek at Han Tingsong, and rolled up the broken hair next to her ears, "Your family's genes are really strong, everyone has a face that can be a star."

"Although my brother looks a little fatter, it should be related to his occupation, but his facial features are still good-looking."

"As for my younger brother, he is tall and thin, with thin arms and legs that make us women envious." The little nurse became more and more enthusiastic, "And just looking at the back, I thought it was a little milk dog, but he is really cold to people." Ah, they don't like to laugh, they seem to only care about you. It's super cool to look like you don't get close to strangers."

"Finally, as for you..."

"Excuse me, is the time on the thermometer?" Han Tingsong had no interest in the following topic, although he was not very polite, but his still tingling stomach forced him to interrupt the nurse.

"Oh." The nurse was taken aback for a moment before realizing her impoliteness, and hurriedly raised her arm to look at the time, "It's time."

Han Tingsong took out the thermometer and handed it to her.

"Well, it's 37 degrees five, the temperature has subsided." Then, the nurse took out a bottle of transparent liquid medicine and poured it into his soup bowl, and stirred it gently with a spoon, "I'll add some stomach-nourishing medicine for you, with the meal Just eat it."

"Okay, thank you." Han Tingsong reached out to take the bowl.

The nurse didn't hand it over in time, but sat down on the chair beside the bed, "Well, do you need me to feed it? I happen to be fine."

"No, I won't trouble you anymore." Han Tingsong declined politely.

The nurse clutched the edge of the porcelain bowl tightly with her palm, still reluctant to let go, "Do you not like me like this? Or... I can call someone else for you, they are not busy right now."

Only then did Han Tingsong roughly understand what the nurse meant, and couldn't help laughing, "No, no one needs it, I can do it myself."

"But that's not what you said just now." The nurse bit her lip, her eyes were slightly red.

Han Tingsong tilted his head, not understanding what the other party meant.

"You clearly told your brother just now that you would choose the nurse you like to feed you." She sniffed, "So, I thought..."

"I know it's impolite to eavesdrop on other people's speech, but I really didn't mean it." The nurse was flustered, and hurriedly explained, "I just wanted to come in to help you take your temperature and deliver medicine, and I just heard you mention us, so Only... But I really didn’t listen to what I said later.”

Seeing the other party's hurried look, Han Tingsong shook his head with a smile, "It's okay, I'm not angry, but I have to apologize to you. I was joking with my brother just now, and I didn't mean to offend you. If I have hands and feet, I won't give them to you." You are causing trouble."

The other party's polite response made the nurse even more regretful, "No, no, I didn't mean that. I don't need your apology. It's obviously my fault."

The more anxious the nurse was, the more she didn't know how to explain it, she only hated herself for being reckless for a while.

"I am very grateful that your hospital is caring and caring to patients. But you are usually busy with work, and you really don't have the heart to trouble you. If necessary, I will call you at any time, thank you."

"So, the soup is getting cold." Han Tingsong stretched out his hand again, "Can you give me the bowl?"

As early as when Han Tingsong's younger brother helped him to the emergency ward, the emergency department was already a sensation, and the news even spread to several other related departments. Everyone knew that the emergency department received two handsome men today.

The nurse who overheard the conversation between the two brothers by accident thought she had a chance to get close to him.

But the man on the hospital bed rejected her in the most gentlemanly and polite way.Although it wasn't the result she hoped for, since it was the case, she didn't intend to continue entanglement.

The nurse carefully put the bowl back into Han Tingsong's hand, and Yang waved his hand, "Then I won't bother you, if you need to press the emergency light above your head at any time, I will be on duty tonight."

"Okay, trouble."

The nurse pushed the cart away and gently closed the door.

The ward returned to its original silence again.

Han Ting looked down at the warm soup in front of him, and drank it slowly.

After dinner, long after the start of the broadcast, Han Ziqi sat in front of the computer, but he hadn't logged into the live broadcast room for a long time.

He was absent-mindedly clutching his phone.

I came out of the hospital in a hurry today, and I didn't have time to taste the soup.His brother's craftsmanship is definitely fine, but after working in restaurants for many years, in order to ensure the deliciousness of the dishes, the seasoning, oil and salt will inevitably be heavier.

But Han Ting loosened his stomach now, afraid that he would not be able to bear it.

The more Han Ziqi thought about it, the more annoying he became, he turned on the phone, found Han Tingsong's number, and dialed it.

Before he could get through, the phone was hung up by him.

He got up and went outside to look for Han Sijun, only to realize that his brother had already gone to play chess, so he immediately called his brother.

"Hey, what's up brother?"

"Brother, is the soup you made for Han Tingsong salty tonight? Don't put too much oil in it."

"No, no, brother Tingsong is sick. You can't eat salty food. Absolutely not." Han Sijun said in a sharp tone, "brother, don't give that to brother Tingsong, or he will get sick again."

Seeing how his brother taught him righteous words, Han Ziqi relaxed a little, "Okay, I understand, brother, remember to come back early, don't play too late."

"Okay, bye brother!"

Putting down the phone, Han Ziqi comforted himself, that person was so adaptable, he didn't need to worry about it at all.

Besides, he still has his little nurse.

Han Ziqi pressed his heart, stopped thinking about it, and went back to the bedroom to log in to the live broadcast room.

"Good evening date!"

"Baby, you're late again. Could it be that you can slack off and not study hard after the winter vacation? You still have to write homework for the winter vacation. Even if you study well, so what, no privilege!"

"Good evening brother! Where is Brother Xueshen?"

"Cub, please say hello to brother!"

Han Ziqi didn't want to reply to the barrage at first, but when he saw the netizen mentioned that person's name, he pursed his lips, "He's not at home."

"Not at home? Xueshen is going out so late?"

"Then will he come back tonight?"

"Not coming back, he is sick and in the hospital."

"What!?? Xueshen is sick? Will he be hospitalized?? What's going on??"

"My heart hurts, is it serious?"

"It's okay, just take care of it."

"My heart aches, I hope Brother Xueshen gets better soon."

"Date, did you rush to the hospital after the broadcast? You worked so hard for the live broadcast."

"Not tonight."

"Hey? Aren't you going to accompany the bed? Then who will accompany him?"

"With no one to accompany him, he is alone."

"What? Everyone is sick, and there is no one to accompany them to the bed!"

"What if I suddenly feel unwell at night?"

"Ahhhhhhhh, date, you can't do this, my brother is a patient now! It's too unsafe to let him in the hospital!"

"Date, are you unable to get away at night? Why don't you report your city and Xueshen Hospital to see if there are any online friends in the same city, and I will take care of him for you!"

"That's right, I agree, I agree, report the address!"

Han Ziqi watched the lively barrage message without saying a word.

It's still time to stay in bed.

Today's broadcast was delayed very late, and he hurriedly downloaded it after only an hour of broadcasting.

After turning off the computer, Han Ziqi checked the time.

22: 38.

I don't know if he slept or not.

Generally, it is most likely to have a fever at night. If no one is watching, I don’t know if he can do it.

Usually at home, Han Tingsong always sleeps very late, and sometimes when he comes out to drink water at one or two o'clock in the middle of the night, he can still see the man sitting by the window in a daze.

Even if you are sick, you probably won't fall asleep at this point.

Han Ziqi turned on the phone and found the second-to-last call record. He hung up immediately after it rang.

It's better to send a message, what if he just fell asleep.

He opened WeChat, and before the message was sent, he received a message from Han Tingsong.

Han Tingsong: Child, are you insomnia thinking about me?A phone call for a while, and a wechat for a while.

Han Tingsong: What is the difference between you now and the little daughter-in-law in ancient times who missed her husband's return home day and night?

Han Ziqi looked at the screen, wanting to crush the phone.

Why did he have a little compassion for people with such a cheap mouth, this kind of people should be thrown into the sea to feed the fish.

Han Ziqi took a deep breath, convinced himself that he was not as knowledgeable as a patient, and ignored his boring questions.

Han Ziqi: Do you still have a fever?How is the stomach?

Han Tingsong: It's okay, the fever has subsided, and my stomach is much better.Thanks to your brother for the soup, it's delicious.

Han Ziqi: Then go to bed early.

Han Tingsong: Well, good night.

Han Ziqi: Right.

Han Tingsong:?

Han Ziqi: Do you need... to accompany you in bed?

It took a long time for the person on the phone to reply.

Han Tingsong: No, the hospital beds are too small, and the two of us sleep too tightly together.Next time.

Han Ziqi's back stiffened as he pinched the metal frame of the phone.

Who wants to squeeze a bed with you.

Han Tingsong: Then can I still drink this soup tomorrow?

Han Ziqi: Yes.

Han Tingsong: Go to bed early too, thank you for your hard work today.

At the end of the chat, Han Ting held the phone loosely and leaned against the cold iron bed in the hospital.

He is a very conscientious person. When he first lived in Han Ziqi's house, he could not sleep for many consecutive nights, and he gradually got used to it recently.

When you have insomnia at home, you can enjoy the night view outside the window at any rate.He doesn't like the extravagant life, but the nightclub opposite his home, the colorful light reflected on the riverside at night, allows him to see the colorful world, at least it can prove that he is still alive.

But at night outside the hospital window, only the dark parking lot can be seen.

No matter how long he looked at him, even if he counted the cars in sight and remembered their colors and models, none of them were parked by the person who accompanied him overnight.

Han Tingsong looked down at the chat records with the child, maybe he was too greedy to ask for so much.

He should have had nothing.

The next day, Han Ziqi went to the market early in the morning to buy ingredients, and then called his brother up to make soup.In order to make the soup thicker, Han Sijun simmered it for more than an hour.

Afterwards, Han Ziqi hurried to the hospital.When I opened the door, I saw three or five nurses surrounded by exquisite makeup, and there was a strong smell of perfume all around.

Not all perfumes smell good.

Seeing Han Tingsong leaning against the bed talking and laughing happily with the nurse, he realized that that person didn't need his care at all, and there were so many people queuing up who wanted to take care of him.

Han Ziqi put his breakfast on the bedside, without saying hello to Han Tingsong, he turned his head and went home.

Not long after going downstairs, the phone rang.

"Child, why did you leave as soon as you came?"

"I have something to do." Han Ziqi said coldly.

"Angry?"

"I have nothing to be angry about." I'm not that stingy.

"Okay, it's all my fault." Han Tingsong didn't even ask him the reason, but he was obviously trying to coax him, "Then why don't you come back, I'm in the middle of an infusion, and it's really inconvenient to drink soup."

"You still have..." Han Ziqi sighed, "Forget it."

He immediately hung up the phone, turned and ran back to the ward.

annoying.

A few days later, Han Tingsong was discharged from the hospital smoothly.

Han Ziqi received a call from Chang Qi's father the night before.

In this final exam, Chang Qi only passed No. 8 from the bottom of the grade. According to his father, on the night when the grade was released, his ass had already been beaten into eight petals.

Chang Qi's parents started the steel business from scratch. The couple didn't study much when they were young, but they knew the importance of learning.

In order for Chang Qi to get into a good university, they spared no expense to go to the best high school and enter the best class.Tutors have changed batch after batch, whether they are college students or famous teachers from major institutions, they have changed over and over again, but their grades have not improved.

Father Chang was really helpless, so he thought of Han Ziqi.

Chang Qi and him have been neighbors since childhood, and when they were still living in a bungalow in the compound, Chang Qi always liked to follow behind him.

Although Han Ziqi was not as indifferent as he is now when he was a child, he was not a talkative child either.When he was young, he was smart and had good grades, and he could always come up with some novel gadgets to share with everyone. Apart from Chang Qi, he would also be surrounded by other friends.

Although Han Ziqi didn't hate Chang Qi at that time, he didn't put him in an important position.In his opinion, Chang Qi is similar to other noisy children, always yelling when people are taking a nap, disturbing the rest of the neighbors.

Until something happened to his family, those little friends who had followed behind him began to insult him and his brother, and when things got worse, only Chang Qi was still willing to be his follower, calling him the most awesome Marshal Han, to help him Guard that broken and incomplete pride.

Even sniffling and telling him weird jokes when he hid in a corner crying.

What hurts is never the delusion that you can't ask for, but the pride that was once available at your fingertips, which was pulled away bit by bit in broad daylight and scattered in all directions.

Including Chang Qi's parents, who are willing to lend a helping hand when his family is in trouble. Han Ziqi will remember this gratitude for a lifetime.

When Chang Qi's father made the request, Han Ziqi agreed without hesitation.

Early the next morning, Han Ziqi came to Chang Qi's house as scheduled.

It was Chang Qi's mother who opened the door.

Usually when Han Ziqi came to his house as a guest, it was always Chang Qi who greeted him, but this time he didn't see anyone, and Han Ziqi also guessed the reason.

Chang Qi's mother led him to the study, brought fruit and drinks to the two of them, and then gently closed the door.

When Chang Qi saw him, he was about to go up and grab his collar, but stopped in the middle of his hand, with a look of lovelessness on his face, "Marshal Han, tell me the truth, how do I usually treat you?"

Han Ziqi took out a pen and paper from his schoolbag, "Take out all the test papers."

"Answer me first!" Chang Qi said angrily.

Han Ziqi looked at him, "Very good."

"Then I treat you with all my heart and soul, why did you team up with Teacher Han to cheat me?" Chang Qi was indignant, "Dashuai Han, I have always regarded you as a buddy, thinking that you just don't like to talk, but I didn't expect you to send my brother to you." Dead end!"

Han Ziqi pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, "I'm sorry, I've been trying to explain that to you, but I don't know how to say it."

"Speak! You only have one chance to explain!"

"I really don't know about Teacher Han holding a parent-teacher meeting for me. He never told me." Han Ziqi said patiently: "As for the fact that I met him before, I apologize to you, but it was not intentional. Hiding it from you."

In order to resolve the friction, he explained the ins and outs of Rong Han Tingsong in detail.

"Fuck, that means that Teacher Han was rescued by your brother at that time. But who, what is he, and what is his name, you don't know?" Chang Qi was dumbfounded, completely forgetting his own pain.

"Ah."

"Damn it, you are too courageous, what if he is some kind of murderer? Or get involved in some trouble, that's fine."

Han Ziqi hadn't thought about the same question.At the beginning, he was impulsive, for the sake of his brother's happiness, and out of that strange pity, he kept him.

Everyone has lived in his house for several months now, and the family is used to the way of three people getting along with each other, so there is no reason to drive him away.

Seeing that he was thinking, Chang Qi hurriedly continued: "But don't think too much, I don't think Teacher Han is like a bad person, and he treats you well, and can help take care of your brother, how nice."

"Damn it, I remembered." Chang Qi's thigh suddenly became clear, "Oh shit, I finally understand why the first time I saw Teacher Han, I felt familiar with him. I asked someone to make his ID card! "

"if not."

Chang Qi scratched his head, "I'm stupid, I didn't find out!"

"Well, it doesn't matter. In the final analysis, it's my fault. As a friend, I shouldn't hide it from you."

Chang Qi is usually careless and doesn't have any bad intentions. Although he was really angry this time, he couldn't bear it in his heart. He just wanted to exchange for a word of comfort.

"Okay, I don't have a temper and don't understand, I'm just talking nonsense." Chang Qi cheerfully forgot everything.

"But no matter what, if you find someone to hold a parent-teacher meeting for you, you must be wrong."

"I don't want to either. I won't be able to find someone to attend the parent-teacher meeting for me if I get out of the bottom ten of my grades." Chang Qi took out the final test paper and spread it on the table. Except for Chinese and English, the other subjects were all ten points.

"It's not too late to work hard now." Han Ziqi flipped through the test paper and said, "Based on what I know about you, you just don't study hard."

"Marshal Han, I want to learn it too, but I really can't!" Chang Qi propped his chin, looking hopeless, "I want to listen to it in class, but I can't help myself and want to sleep."

"You see, my parents have hired me a lot for tutoring, but I really don't understand their lectures." Chang Qi looked helpless, "So I may be really stupid."

"Okay, don't complain, it's too late to learn now."

Han Ziqi comforted him patiently, "Liberal arts students don't like to memorize, let's put it aside first, and let's do science first. I will try not to let you memorize it, and I won't give you too much homework, but you have to listen to me."

"As expected, the person who knows me is none other than you, Marshal Han!"

The class for the two lasted until noon.Chang Qi's mother knocked on the door and told them to have dinner.

When Chang Qi heard the news of the meal, she excitedly put down her pen, "Let's go, let's eat first. People are like iron and rice is steel. After eating enough, you can learn to be great!"

"En." Han Ziqi replied, but he didn't get anxious.He took out his mobile phone and clicked on the WeChat interface.

Seeing him not moving, Chang Qi looked along, "Would you like to send a message to Teacher Han?"

"Yeah." Han Ziqi focused all his attention on his phone, "He was hospitalized with stomach problems two days ago, I'm afraid he won't eat well."

"So, now you don't eat by yourself, and send him a WeChat message, just asking if he has eaten?"

Han Ziqi had just sent the message, only to realize that he hadn't reminded the other party to take the medicine, so he sent a message.Answering Chang Qi's question completely mechanically, "Well, he's not very good at taking care of himself."

"However, do you care too much about Teacher Han?"

"What?" Han Ziqi didn't quite understand what he meant. After sending the message, he raised his head and looked at Chang Qi beside him.

"I said, isn't this Mr. Han very different?" After all, apart from his brother, Chang Qi has never seen Han Ziqi care so much for anyone.

The other party's words made Han Ziqi's spine stiff. Before he could even read the latest WeChat messages, he quickly turned off the screen and stuffed his phone and hands into his pocket. "I was responsible for his illness, so I..."

It was the first time Chang Qi saw Han Ziqi look so at a loss, he just mentioned it casually, not wanting to bring embarrassment to the other party, so he hurriedly gave him a step down, "Hey, you see I asked this question. It's okay, Mr. Han said so Good people, you live together again, isn't it normal to care?"

"Okay, let's finish posting, let's go, go eat." Chang Qi left the room first.

With his hands still in his trouser pockets, Han Ziqi followed Chang Qi to wash his hands.He turned around and walked into the bathroom, locked the door, took out his phone, and flipped through the chat history just now.

Han Tingsong: I ate everything as required, and I am going to sleep.

The warm light in the small space casts the shadow of the young man. With his head down, he carefully presses the secret that he does not want to be discovered in the space where no one notices.

Han Ziqi: Well, good afternoon.

Within ten seconds, I received a message from the other party.

Han Tingsong: Waiting for your return.

Obviously, it only took a second to read these four words, but it made him panic for more than ten times.The longer his eyes stayed on the words, the less Han Ziqi understood the meanings they gave.

Is it his over-interpretation, or is it the same as before, just making him happy.

He really wanted to question him, but he was afraid that the answer would not be what he expected.Feeling lost is more disturbing than full of joy.

"Marshal Han, are you shitting? Why are you so slow?" Chang Qi called him outside the door.

Han Ziqi came back to his senses, put his phone back in his pocket, "Well, come out right away."

When Han Ziqi came back in the afternoon, his brother was already preparing dinner in the kitchen.

At this time, Han Tingsong was sitting on the sofa reading a financial newspaper. Han Tingsong had subscribed to many newspapers at home a while ago. In the Internet age, the subscription rate of paper magazines is already extremely low.

Whether reading news or reading newspapers, Han Tingsong is always different from usual, with a sense of distance that others dare not disturb.

Han Ziqi sat diagonally across from him and watched TV, secretly glancing at him from time to time.

Until Han Tingsong finished turning over the last page of the newspaper, closed it and put it on the coffee table, "Am I that good-looking?"

"What?" Han Ziqi subconsciously replied while clutching the glass.

Han Tingsong raised his hand to look at the time, "You've been watching for 10 minutes."

While Han Ziqi was still thinking about how to refute, Han Tingsong had already appeared directly in front of him, with his arms resting on the back of the sofa on both sides of his shoulders, "So, do I look good?"

"Wow! Wait for me, wait for me, I'll come too!"

Han Sijun's noise broke the young man's frightened heartbeat.

His brother put the plate of good food on the table, clapped his hands and came to the side of the two people, and slipped in between the two arms supported by Han Tingsong, "Catch it! Catch me! La!"

"Well, Brother Jun, you are really amazing!" Han Tingsong said with a smile while still keeping his arms on the spot.

Han Ziqi pushed Han Tingsong's arm away and fled first, "It's time to eat."

In a blink of an eye, it is New Year's Eve.

Early in the morning, Han Sijun excitedly tossed the rest of the family up, and accompanied him to paste window grilles, blessing characters and couplets.

A romantic age will yearn for the atmosphere of the New Year, but for Han Ziqi, today is not the same as usual. If there is a difference, it is probably because there is an extra person in the family on New Year's Eve this year.

It seems to be more lively than in previous years.

Han Tingsong no longer circles around him like before, and he has more time to do other things.

In the afternoon, the three gathered together to make dumplings.Han Ziqi has never been good at doing this. Although he would accompany his brother to make packages every year, his brother was actually the only one who did it in the end.

Even if there are more members in the family this year, it doesn't make the job of making dumplings more convenient, on the contrary, it delays it even more.

The dumplings were almost finished, Han Tingsong began to use the remaining dumpling wrappers to knead dough figurines, and made three human-shaped dough figurines of different sizes.

Han Sijun put the thin noodle man in his palm, "My brother is my mother."

"Put the tallest noodle man in Han Tingsong's hands again, "Han Tingsong's younger brother will be his father. "

"I'm going to be a baby." He took the smallest one in his hand, "Let's play house together!"

Han Ziqi looked at the thin and soft noodle man in his hand, "Why do I want to be a mother?"

"Then I'll take it too." Han Tingsong swapped the one in his hand with his, "Is this the way to go, husband?"

How casually those two words were uttered from the other party's mouth reflected how flustered Han Ziqi felt.

Han Ziqi's hands moved violently, almost crushing the doughnut, and he got up from the stool in a panic, "You...you guys play, I'll cook the dumplings."

Han Sijun's voice came from behind, "Brother Ting Song, why are my ears so red, are they hot?"

"Who knows."

Han Ziqi closed the sliding door of the kitchen with his backhand.

annoying.

Every year during Chinese New Year, Han Sijun always clamors to set off fireworks.But as early as a few years ago, the country had completely banned the setting off of fireworks and firecrackers.

But every year on the eve of New Year's Eve, Han Ziqi would always comfort his brother for a long time.

After the New Year's Eve dinner, Han Tingsong offered to set off fireworks.

"Oh! Fireworks, fireworks, I want to set off fireworks!" Han Sijun danced and put on his coat.

"Where are the fireworks?" Han Ziqi asked.

"Your clever teacher Han can always find a way." Han Tingsong blinked and handed him the coat, "Go, go downstairs."

Han Tingsong brought the two of them to the basement.

The door was opened, and there was a large box full of fairy wands inside.

Han Ziqi casually took out a SpongeBob SquarePants, "Will you put this up later?"

"That's right." Han Tingsong said with a smile: "Although it's really indecent for the three old men to release this, isn't this in response to the country's call for environmental protection. The important thing is, your brother will definitely like it."

Han Tingsong looked at the fairy stick that Han Sijun pulled out overjoyed, "After all, your brother has wanted to set off fireworks for a long time. Dreams don't care about their size, but they are dreams that can be realized."

The basement is lit with a faint light, the brightness is less than one-ten-thousandth of Han Tingsong's eyes.

"Let's go, let's set off the fireworks!" Han Tingsong hugged the alley and led his brother to the outside.

Han Tingsong helped his brother light the fairy stick, and the golden-yellow flowers instantly lit up the dark night, as if the whole world could only hear his brother's ecstatic cheers.

Han Ziqi knew that his brother was really happy.

"Child, would you like one?" Han Ziqi handed him a heart-shaped one, with a handsome and attractive smile of a mature man on his face.

Han Ziqi took the fairy wand, but he couldn't take his eyes off him. After all, his eyes were thousands of times more beautiful than fireworks.

Han Tingsong lit the same one in his hand, looked at him for a second, leaned over to his ear, "Son, don't look at it, look again, brother will be shy."

Han Ziqi's heart skipped a beat.

Before he could reply, Han Tingsong turned around and called Han Sijun who was not far away, "Brother Jun, let's have a fireworks battle, whoever wins will be the king who will inherit the world of fireworks."

For playing with his brother, Han Tingsong is always much more comfortable than him.

Han Ziqi didn't even know how to get involved in their "Fireworks Fight" game. After playing for a while, he sat on the stone bench beside him and looked at the nightclub across the lake.

Even on New Year's Eve, the store was still open, and bustling crowds kept entering from the gate of the nightclub.

Han Ziqi stared at it for more than ten minutes, but customers could only come in and out.

Han Ziqi had never been to that kind of place, so far as he knew, it was not the place he should go to. What is the charm of this store that makes so many people hang around day and night.

"What are you looking at?" Han Tingsong came to the seat beside him and sat down.

"It's nothing."

Han Tingsong followed his gaze, "Why, are you interested in that kind of place?"

"I'm just curious."

"When you are curious about something, you are not far from finding it."

"Really?" Han Ziqi disagreed.

Han Tingsong looked at the neon in front of him, "That's not where you should go."

"Why, have you been there?"

"Me?" Han Ting shrugged loosely, as if nothing happened, "Who knows if I went there before I lost my memory."

"Then you can go, why can't I go?"

"I didn't say I must have been there."

"How do you know where it's bad if you haven't been there?"

Han Tingsong didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Do you know what you're doing there, just go."

Han Ziqi disagreed, "It's nothing more than drinking, singing and chatting."

"Don't care what you do, you shouldn't go if you're a minor."

"What if I'm an adult?" Han Ziqi pushed forward.

"Not even adults."

Han Ziqi turned around and looked into his eyes, "What if I want to go anyway?"

The author has something to say: Oops, children have to learn bad things when they are young, how will they deal with their future boyfriends?Waiting online, urgent.

感谢在2021-07-1208:52:22~2021-07-1308:53:41期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmines: 1 clusters of carp;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 2 bottles of wood wind Xiaoxiao; 1 bottle of la la la la la;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!