Heart distance

"I'm sick." Han Ziqi broke free from Han Ting's tightly gripped wrist, and walked away from him.

Until the end of the entertainment tonight, Han Ziqi never went back.

When Han Sijun was tired from playing and yelled to go back to sleep, Han Ziqi looked back at Han Tingsong's direction.

Long gone.

He kept his eyes on the empty goblet. The man only drank one glass, so he shouldn't be drunk.

When Han Ziqi and his brother came back, Han Tingsong had just finished taking a shower, and his body was still mixed with the steam from the bathroom. The water droplets from the tips of his hair slid down his forehead to the blue veins on his neck, moistening his light-colored collar.

This person doesn't always have the habit of drying his hair after taking a shower.

The two people's eyes met, Han Tingsong in front of him was blushing, it should be because of taking a bath, not because he was drunk.

His brother played with the sand again, greeted Han Tingsong, and hurried in to take a bath.

Han Ziqi went back to the room with his brother.

Han Tingsong's voice came from behind, "Aren't you going to sleep with me tonight?"

"No." Han Ziqi took out a small square box and put it by the bedside. It was the earplugs he bought in the supermarket when he came back.

Even if I share a room with that man, I still won't be able to sleep.

Why bother to torture yourself.

At breakfast the next day, Han Tingsong sat at the dining table and read the newspaper, and said casually, "Are you going for a drive in a while?"

"Yeah, go for a ride, I'm going for a ride! Is that the big Bumblebee car?"

"Yes." Han Tingsong looked at Han Sijun with a smile, "That Bumblebee can still open the hood, just like the Transformers, brother Jun is going?"

"Go and go!" Han Sijun urged, shaking his arm, "Brother and brother, hurry up and have breakfast, we're going for a ride in the Bumblebee car."

Han Ting put down the newspaper and pushed the milk in front of him, "Do you want to go?"

Han Ziqi took a sip from the milk cup and nodded.

Han Tingsong drove them all the way south along the coastline.

This road is only two meters away from the sea. Open the hood of the car, and the moist air mixed with light salty taste brushes over the cheeks, and every pore of the body is bathed in the gentle sea breeze.

Han Sijun held the Transformer that Han Tingsong just bought, opened his arms, and shouted ecstatically, "Where there is difficulty, there will be us, Super Wings, transform——!"

Han Ziqi sat on the other side of the back row, looking out at the sea with his chin resting on his arms.

After driving for about half an hour, the car arrived at a road section with flat road surface and few vehicles.

Han Tingsong parked the car aside, turned to him and said, "Would you like to try it?"

"What?" Han Ziqi still rested his chin.

"drive."

"I don't have a driver's license, and I don't know how to drive."

Han Tingsong hooked his hands at him, "Come here, I'll teach you."

No boy would be indifferent to driving, Han Ziqi got down from the back seat as promised, and was about to open the passenger's door.

"Come here, come to me." Han Tingsong pointed in the direction of the driver's seat.

Han Ziqi knew he shouldn't sit there without a driver's license, so he walked over and waited for Han Tingsong to get off.

The man adjusted the seat back a certain distance and opened the door.

"Come here." Han Ting grabbed his arm, and pulled him directly into the driver's seat regardless of what happened.

"Hey, let me go!" When Han Ziqi realized, he was already sitting on his lap.

He tried to struggle, but was pressed even tighter.

"Don't fool around." Han Tingsong pointed to the right seriously, "This is the handbrake, you must pull it on after parking, and remember to release it before driving."

"Look at the gears." Han Tingsong said: "P is the parking gear, N is the neutral gear, D is the driving gear, and R is the reverse gear."

Afterwards, Han Tingsong's right leg swayed together with his upper leg, "The left side is the brake, and the right side is the gas pedal. It is recommended to use only one foot to control, otherwise it is easy to step on the brake gas pedal at the same time."

"Don't go too fast at the beginning, just keep at about [-] mph. Once there is any problem, don't be nervous, just step on the brake first." Han Tingsong is like a driving instructor, "Got it?"

Han Ziqi nodded.

"Then what is the first step?" Han Tingsong asked.

"Press the brakes, shift the gears, and release the handbrake."

"Very good." Han Tingsong pointed to the handbrake, "Once it is released here, the car will drive automatically without stepping on the accelerator."

"Ah."

"Okay, let's try."

Han Ziqi followed his advice.

"Very good, now you can step on the accelerator a little more." Han Tingsong's arm stretched out from his side, lightly supporting his hand holding the steering wheel, assisting him to move forward.

Sitting on Han Ting's loose legs in such an extremely ambiguous posture, Han Ziqi appeared extremely calm, but in fact it took him a long time to calm himself down.

But it seems that from the beginning to the end, the only person who is troubled by this and has evil intentions is himself.

Both of them were only wearing a pair of light shorts, and their interlaced calves under the car seat rubbed against each other intentionally or unintentionally due to the bumpy journey.

Han Ziqi gradually settled down, slowly breaking away from the emotions he created.

"Very good, it's very fast to be a teacher." Han Tingsong praised: "You can take the driver's license test when you go back."

"I want it, I want it, I want to drive a big car too!" Han Sijun in the back seat excitedly pawed at the front seat.

"Okay, but you only have one chance to drive a big car. Do you want to drive the normal version of Transformers now, or go to the playground behind the hotel and drive a luxury version that can fly?"

"I want to fly, like flying!" Han Sijun danced excitedly, "I'm a super flying man!"

"Then let's go back and drive now." Han Tingsong turned to Han Ziqi and said, "I'm here today. If you still want to drive, I'll teach you when I get home."

"Yeah." Han Ziqi stepped on the brake lightly, parked the car aside according to Han Tingsong's operation requirements, and avoided looking, "You...do you usually teach people to drive like this?"

"how to teach?"

Han Ziqi held the steering wheel, and rubbed his thumb against the leather matte cover intentionally or unintentionally, "It's just... let someone else sit on your lap."

Han Tingsong laughed out loud, reached out to rub his hair, "I only taught you one thing."

"Oh." Han Ziqi lowered his head and rubbed the tip of his nose.

"Okay, come down quickly." Han Ting let out a sigh of relief and laughed, "It's been more than half an hour, and you didn't move, my legs are numb from you."

"Oh, sorry." Han Ziqi opened the car door and got up from him, "Then can I sit in the passenger seat?"

Han Tingsong raised his eyebrows, "Of course."

Two days later, the three boarded a return flight.

The first-class cabin is two people a row. Han Ziqi left the seat by the window to his brother, and sat on the outside side by himself, and Han Tingsong was on the other side of the aisle.

Han Sijun has been playing like crazy for the past two days, and fell asleep after getting on the plane, snoring one after another.

Han Ziqi got up and helped him pull down the shade.He has not had a good rest for several days, and now he is extremely tired.But the distance to his brother was too close, even with earplugs, it still couldn't cover the noise.

He had flipped through the magazines on the plane many times, but only half an hour had passed.Han Ziqi only regretted that he should have taken a set of test papers from home.

Han Ziqi pulled out the blanket and covered it, trying to fall asleep quickly.

As soon as he closed his eyes, there was the sound of knuckle tapping on the armrest beside him.

He opened his eyes.

Han Tingsong turned his head towards the window seat inside him, "Do you want to sleep here? Be quiet here."

Han Ziqi pursed his lips, got up and walked over.

It wasn't until he sat inside and looked out the window that he realized that the sky above the stratosphere was more beautiful than expected, with large groups of white clouds hanging below the wings, which made people unable to look away.

No matter how beautiful the scenery was, Han Ziqi fell asleep on his side.

The plane deviated a little bit, just when a beam of strong light pierced in.Then, he heard the sound of the sun visor falling, and the cold wind blowing on his forehead also eased, and his body was covered by a thin and soft blanket.

He was carefully created a comfortable sleeping environment.

Han Ziqi didn't open his eyes until the plane announced that it was about to reach its destination, and opened the sunshade on the inside.

"Did you sleep well?" Han Tingsong flipped through a financial newspaper, not looking at him.

He subconsciously gave a "hmm", but his heart was inexplicably flustered, he got up quickly, and was about to pass through the gap in front of Han Tingsong.

The person in the front seat adjusted the armchair low, Han Tingsong's legs were long and the gap between them was extremely narrow, and his legs were slightly weak after he just woke up, he couldn't stand firmly on one foot, and fell down directly.

He slanted towards Han Tingsong's position, and pressed his palm firmly on the most inadvertent part.

Han Tingsong was wearing light clover sweatpants, the touch in his hand was like a vacuum.

His brain exploded instantly, Han Ziqi hurriedly raised his hand, and without the only support point, he leaned over and sat on Han Tingsong's lap again.

His body swayed from side to side uncontrollably, and he was held directly by the waist to keep his balance.

In a panic, the hem of Han Ziqi's left clothes was lifted up, and Han Tingsong's palm was directly pressed against his waist, bringing with him a scorching temperature.

"Be careful." Han Tingsong said.

Han Ziqi grabbed the armrest of the seat and exhausted all his strength before standing up from Han Ting's loose legs, "I'm sorry."

Until he sat back to his original position, he couldn't calm himself down.

The soft touch from the palm of his hand almost drove him crazy, so he simply covered himself with a blanket and fell asleep in front of Han Ting.

The flight arrived at the destination at noon, and Han Ziqi made an appointment to give Fang Wenyu a tutoring lesson in the afternoon, and hurried over after lunch.

At 06:30 in the evening, Han Ziqi returned home and saw that his brother was the only one in the house, "Where are the others?"

"Wow! My brother got out of school so early today!" Han Tingsong smiled silly at him holding up a spoon, "Brother Tingsong said he won't be at home for dinner tonight."

"Where did he go?"

"He said he was going to drink with his friends, and told us not to wait for him to eat at night." Han Sijun thought for a while, "Oh, and more, he said he would come back late, so let's keep the door open for him."

Party, drink, late...

Han Ziqi recalled these key words in his mind, how late it was, and how long he had to drink.

After the meal, Han Ziqi boarded the live broadcast room.

"Yo ho! Welcome back date!"

"Did you have a good trip baby?"

"good."

"The sea, the sunset, and the god of learning, just thinking about it makes me happy. Today is the day I want to be a date."

"I want to be date+1"

"I'm so envious of you. You can go on vacation in the subtropical zone in winter. If the new year starts off warm, then the whole year will be full of happiness."

"Woooooo, envy +1, I don't even dare to think about such a thing, I'm so envious."

Obviously before this, Han Ziqi did not dare to expect these so-called happiness.

But because of that person, it began to be different.

At 10:30 in the evening, Han Tingsong didn't come back until Han Ziqi released it.

He took out his mobile phone, entered a line of words on the dialog box, and was about to send it out. He paused for a few seconds, and clicked delete again.

Asking too many questions can be annoying.

Han Ziqi put the phone back on the desk, got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

In the private room of the hotel, there were seven or eight men and women sitting around the round table.

Han Tingsong looked at the time, "It's getting late, you guys eat first, I'm going back."

"Hey, don't, this nightlife has just begun, don't rush away!" The man with dreadlocks stopped him, "You are not married and have no partner, why are you in a hurry to go home, give it to the few colleagues who are working A little chance!"

"That's it."

Three girls came today, all single.

The man with dirty braids stopped Han Ziqi, Zhang Luo said: "Although we are all colleagues, we are usually busy with work and don't have much time to communicate. Today, let's take this opportunity to make a couple."

"Okay, then you guys play, I'll make a space for you to fill in." Han Tingsong shied away.

"Don't, it's no fun without you." The man with dreadlocks put his arms around his shoulders.

Seeing that Han Tingsong still wanted to leave, the man with dirty braids picked up the half case of beer on the ground, "You are in such a hurry to go home, why don't you play a game."

"If you win, I will let you go."

"playing what?"

"Give me your phone." The man with dreadlocks stretched out his hand.

Han Tingsong handed it to him without asking why.

"I randomly picked up three phone numbers from your address book and told them that you were drunk and asked them to pick them up. Within half an hour after you hang up, as long as one person can arrive, I will let you go." Dirty Braid He smiled and said, "Otherwise, the row of wine on the table is all yours."

"Brother Ma, you're cheating on me." Han Tingsong looked at the dining table, "I was hospitalized with stomach bleeding not long ago, you made me drink so much, it's enough for me to live for half a month."

"That's right, Brother Ma, you're so disrespectful." The girl next to him couldn't see it, and said a few words for Han Ziqi.

"Hey, it's not good yet, just speak for him like this? You are so protective!"

A bunch of people around booed.

"However, Lao Han, why are you so unconfident? If someone comes to pick you up, wouldn't you be able to go home without drinking?"

"That's okay, don't blame my brother for being unreliable. If we are like this, you can drink three bottles. After that, how about finding one of the girls we are working on and giving her a kiss?"

Others booed: "Call first, what if someone can call someone with just one call?"

"Yes."

"Okay, let me take a look at the address book, who will be the first one to choose?" The man with dreadlocks swiped the screen, playing tricks, "However, you have too few saved phone numbers, there is no one but a few of our colleagues. gone."

The man with dreadlocks said to himself, "That's fine, just this."

The man with dreadlocks dialed the next number and held it to his ear.

Han Tingsong asked: "Who did you call?"

"Shhh—" the man with dreadlocks put his index finger on his mouth, "Damn, turn off the phone, does anyone still turn off the phone these days?"

Han Tingsong didn't continue to ask, the only person in his communication list who turned off his phone before going to bed was Han Sijun.

"It's okay, we still have two more chances! I'll make another call for you." The man with dreadlocks chose another number and dialed.

"Grass, hung up?"

The man with dirty braids looked at his phone blankly, "Do you have any real friends on your phone? It's not twelve o'clock yet, so I'll hang up with you."

"It's okay, there is one last chance left, I will definitely choose someone for you." After looking through the last phone number for about a minute, the man with dreadlocks finally settled down.

"Hey, it's connected." Except for Han Tingsong, everyone present was extremely excited, waiting for the other party to connect.

But until the busy tone sounded, no one answered.

"It's okay, I'll give you another chance to hit Ang again." The man with dreadlocks called back again, but nothing came of it.

The man with dirty braids couldn't help feeling sorry for Han Ting, "To be honest, there are so few people in the address book, and no one answered the phone. I have lived for so many years, and you are really the only one."

"Although I won this game, to be honest, buddy, I don't feel at ease if I win!" The man with dreadlocks blinked, "If that's the case, shouldn't we be punished?"

"Punish, punish, punish!"

"Then do you drink these three bottles of beer first, or choose a girl to kiss first?"

The three girls around pushed and shoved, and their faces turned rosy instantly.

After Han Ziqi took a shower and wiped his hair, he picked up the mobile phone next to the desk and found two missed calls.

He opened it, and it was all Hanting pine trees.

It's almost twelve o'clock now.

If this person doesn't go home, what are you doing calling him?

He landed on the red name with his fingertips, pursed his lips, leaned against the bed with downcast eyes, and dialed it anyway.

"Hello." Han Ziqi's tone was devoid of fireworks.

There was a group of people booing from the other end of the phone.

"Fuck, this guy is calling, calling!"

"Old Han is okay, it's not like no one wants you."

"Wahhaha! But I still want to watch the kissing game, it's boring!"

Han Ziqi was annoyed by the noise of playfulness on the other end of the phone, so he yelled again, but still no one answered him.

Just as he was about to hang up the phone, he finally heard a voice.

"Hey, hello there, Han Tingsong is drunk, come and pick him up in Private Room 888, Jiangnan Fang."

"Let him come back by himself." Han Ziqi said mercilessly.

"Who's calling?" Han Tingsong's voice from the other end of the phone was steady and didn't look like he was drunk at all. Obviously this was a so-called boring game for adults.

"Don't, buddy, he's so drunk, otherwise he wouldn't let me call!"

"Then let him sleep there and don't need to come back." After finishing speaking, Han Ziqi immediately hung up the phone.

He didn't have that much free time to play tricks like this. In order to prevent being disturbed, Han Ziqi turned off his phone, put it back in front of the desk, and turned off the lights to sleep.

"Fuck, old Han, are all your friends so cruel? He told you to come back by yourself and hung up on me. He obviously didn't take you seriously. From now on, this kind of friend will be blocked directly."

"Who did you call?"

Dirty Braid returned the phone to him, "Here, look for yourself."

Han Tingsong took back the phone, saw the phone number of the communication channel, and raised the corners of his mouth.

"Hey, isn't it, Lao Han, now that you have been abandoned so unfeelingly, you are still in the mood to laugh? If I were you, I would just want to cry now."

Han Tingsong shook his head, didn't explain anything, picked up the beer, "Okay, I am willing to admit defeat, and I will be punished voluntarily."

"Ting Song, can you do it?" The girl in the red dress next to her was worried, "You have a bad stomach. You've already drank half a bottle just now. You won't be able to take it if you drink three bottles in a row. If you can't, don't be brave."

"Hey, another one came to the door on his own initiative, Lao Han, you are too charming, brothers will have no chance tonight!"

"If it's not like this, your health is important, why don't you just kiss each of the three girls, and you don't need to drink this wine."

The girl in the red dress blushed, "Brother Ma, stop making trouble, this joke is a bit big."

"Okay, then I'll take a step back, it's really not possible, you can choose a man to kiss! How about it?"

Han Tingsong picked up a bottle of beer, "I'm quite thirsty, I'd better have a drink."

Han Tingsong glanced at the number of wine bottles on the table. If he drank so much in one go, his stomach would definitely be overwhelmed, but drinking three bottles shouldn't be a big problem.

As for which person to choose after drinking three bottles, he didn't have that kind of thought, so let's take it one step at a time.

The first bottle is always the easiest, but after the second bottle, Hantingsong has a strong feeling of fullness in the stomach, which is still within an acceptable range.

He finished the second bottle amidst the cheers around him, and picked up the third bottle.

The girl who pleaded for him just now handed him a tissue and said to him softly, "Ting Song, are you really okay?"

The girl carefully leaned into his ear, "Don't drink after drinking this bottle, if you can't, just kiss me. Don't worry, I won't rely on you. I have no other intentions, just want to help you."

Han Tingsong continued to drink the third bottle.

When the wine was half drunk, the surrounding noises stopped, Han Tingsong was not affected by it, and continued to focus on his beer.

Until a slender forearm appeared in front of his eyes, grabbing the dark beer bottle mercilessly.

"go home with me."

The author has something to say: Classmate Xiao Han came to catch the cold and returned home~

As we all know, to learn to drive, you must go to a driving school to find a professional teacher.

It is wrong for Mr. Han to pull people into his lap. He is playing a hooligan. Please criticize and condemn him.

感谢在2021-07-1322:36:41~2021-07-1522:02:49期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: 5 white clouds in the blue sky; Shen Shiqi 1;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigated the nutrient solution: 6 bottles of Gu Yan; 5 bottles of Shen Shiqi; 261 bottles of Wooden Wind Xiaoxiao;

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