Heart distance

"Han Ziqi, answer me." This was the first time Han Tingsong called him by his first name, as if he was educating a child who made mistakes.

Han Tingsong, who was unconscious before, was abnormally sober at this time, and was not affected by the slightest bit of alcohol.

But Han Ziqi, who was directly opposite, was tormented by the intoxicating concentration in the air, and his mind was blurred.

"I, I..." Han Ziqi's language system has long been disordered.

Even though it was only early spring, the area of ​​the body that had just been touched by the other party still intermittently felt a throbbing sensation of numbness and burning.

Han Ziqi leaned against the door panel, trying to clench his fists to wake himself up, but found that he didn't even have the strength to clench his fists.

In the small space enclosed by the other party, there are fascinating restless elements everywhere, so that he has no chance to hide and escape.

"Child, how old are you?" Han Tingsong looked at him seriously.

If it was normal, when the other party asked such an obvious question, Han Ziqi could still call him crazy, shut him out, and ignore him for the whole night.

But in this embarrassing situation now, it's hard for him not to think wildly, not to speculate on the man's mind.

It's just that the current brain is not worthy of speculation.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Han Tingsong grabbed his wrist again, raised his head and pressed against the wall tightly.

Han Tingsong is right, his wrist is extremely sensitive, just like now, Han Ziqi is crazy and obsessed, and he is willing to be driven by others.

Han Tingsong still refused to let him go, and said in an orderly tone, "Answer me, how old are you?"

"Ten, seventeen." Han Ziqi didn't dare to look at him.

"Are you an adult?"

"No, no."

"Can minors consider these?"

"Can't……"

"It's good that you know." Han Tingsong warned him: "Child, I don't care who you want to use what you learn, but it's not possible now."

The implication is that as long as you are an adult, you can.

"Do you understand?"

Han Ziqi looked down at the man's trousers and nodded obediently.

Han Ting let him go, picked up the empty bowl on the bedside table, "Go get me a bowl of hangover soup."

"Also, wash your face."

Han Ziqi took the bowl mechanically.

Han Ting opens the door and lets him out.

Like an artificial intelligence that has been input with motion codes, Han Ziqi walked out of the bedroom with an empty bowl and heavy steps.

He put the bowl on the table and went to the bathroom first.

A warm-toned light was on in the small space, and under the light, his face had a color that turned embarrassing into anger.

Han Ziqi also deceived himself to turn off the light in the bathroom, but even in the extremely dim environment, the blush on his face was still glowing with hot flames.

So, this is why Han Tingsong asked him to wash his face.

All the face was lost in front of that person, obviously wanting to get closer to him.

Han Ziqi let out cold water to wash his face, and when the temperature cooled completely, he still had to hold onto the wall to get out.

When Han Ziqi came to the kitchen, the real hangover soup in the pot was already cold. He turned on the fire, opened the kitchen window to the maximum, and blew the cold wind for a while, and finally calmed down.

Han Ziqi filled the hangover soup, and slowly walked to the door of the room with him, but he dared not enter for a long time.He took a deep breath and tried his best to calm down before he had the courage to open the door.

Han Tingsong in the room had already made the bed and fell asleep soundly.

Han Ziqi didn't ask the man to get up to drink soup, instead he backed out and returned to the sofa in the living room.With legs bent, nestled in the corner of the soft sofa, insomnia all night.

When Han Ziqi woke up, he was on the bed in his room.

But he clearly remembered that he, who had hardly slept all night, was still on the sofa in a daze at five o'clock in the morning.I don't know when I returned to the bedroom, and the quilt was well covered.

He suddenly realized something, he glanced at the ground in a panic, there was nothing there, Han Tingsong had already gotten up.

He glanced at the time, it was 11:30 in the morning.

I slept for a long time.

Han Ziqi got out of bed, at this point his brother had already left for work.

Only Han Tingsong was left in the living room, he was sitting on the sofa, studying something with a laptop.

Recalling the scene from last night, Han Ziqi subconsciously wanted to retreat to the room.

The man in the living room heard the footsteps and didn't look up at him, "Child, you can really sleep, you'll miss lunch later."

Han Tingsong returned to his usual tone, annoying and annoying.

As if last night was just a thrilling dream, those heart-pounding actions and words, tossing and turning contact and breathing, all returned to reality when I woke up from the dream.

Since the other party didn't mention it, he could pretend to forget it.

Han Ziqi hid his uneasiness and pretended to be indifferent, "Well, I was a little tired last night."

"How about ordering takeaway at noon? I really don't enjoy your cooking skills." Han Tingsong took out his phone and started searching, "What do you want to eat?"

Only then did Han Ziqi think of something. He went back to his room and took out the registration form, "I'm going to participate in a physics competition next week, and I need my parents' signature."

"Very good, let's go." Han Tingsong took the form, glanced at it, and signed it.

"But the final is going to Shanghai, and it takes two days to go back and forth, so..."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of your brother." Han Tingsong wanted to close the laptop, "However, next week seems to be your brother's birthday?"

"Well, it doesn't affect the plane on the second day of my brother's birthday."

"Okay, have you figured out how to spend your birthday?"

Han Ziqi is not good at this. He used to just buy a cake and blow out candles to make a wish. "Not yet."

"Okay, then leave it to me."

On the first day after the festival, Chang Qi couldn't wait to share the latest gossip with Han Ziqi.

"Damn it, Dashuai Han, have you heard that Mr. Han and the goddess Zhang are not together?"

"Hmm." Han Ziqi opened the physics workbook and responded casually.

"On the day of the art festival, the whole world thought they were on good terms. It is said that the goddess Zhang's WeChat account exploded that night, and hundreds of people sent her WeChat blessings."

"But she didn't reply to anyone, so she sent a circle of friends the next morning, that's all." Saying that, Chang Qi handed the phone in front of him.

Han Ziqi, who obviously shouldn't be interested, couldn't persuade the curious eyes.

"Thank you for your blessings, and I still want to say sorry to everyone. Teacher Han is a very good person, but we are just friends and have no further relationship. I hope Teacher Han can find the person I love the most. Thank you too, teacher love you forever."

After seeing him finish reading, Chang Qi took back the phone, "Besides, it is said that Teacher Han rejected Goddess Zhang."

Chang Qi rolled up his sleeves and was very excited, "I'm sorry, you said that Mr. Han doesn't even look down on the goddess Zhang, so what kind of person does he like?"

Han Ziqi continued to work on the questions, with a weary expression on his face, "I want to know too."

"Then you go and ask." Chang Qi became more and more excited as he talked, and he still didn't forget to help him with advice, "You live with him, asking this is not easy, it just satisfies my curiosity."

"He won't tell me."

"why?"

"no reason."

If he was willing to say it, he would have said it long ago.

On Han Sijun's birthday, it was five o'clock in the morning.

Han Ziqi, who was curled up under the quilt, was awakened by Han Tingsong's call.

"Kid, get up quickly, I'll be waiting for you."

Next, they are going to Disney to celebrate his brother's 28th birthday.

And Han Ziqi didn't know about this until he got into the car.

Han Tingsong got a cool red convertible from somewhere.Early in the morning not long after the beginning of spring, Han Ziqi, who was still awake, was forced to sit in the back of the car to enjoy the cool breeze, and felt that everyone around him was crazy.

Han Ziqi propped his chin, forced himself to open his eyes, looked at Han Sijun's happy smiling face, took a long breath, and endured silently.

They arrived at their destination just as Disney opened. As soon as they walked in, Han Sijun was attracted by the souvenir shop.

There was a sea of ​​people inside, but Han Ziqi didn't follow in.

Ten minutes later, Han Tingsong led his brother out, holding three exaggerated cartoon headbands in his hand.

His brother has always liked Donald Duck, so he consciously put that on his head.

"Which one do you want?" Han Tingsong hung the remaining two headbands in front of him, "Your brother picked them all."

"Neither..."

Before Han Ziqi finished speaking, his brother took off Minnie's headband and put it on his head, "My brother wears this, this looks good."

Immediately afterwards, Han Sijun put Mickey on Han Tingsong's head again, and said with satisfaction: "My younger brother wears a girlfriend, and Ting Song's younger brother wears a boyfriend."

"Who wants to be a girlfriend." Han Ziqi's ears were burning hot, and he reached out to pick it off, "Childish."

"No, you are not allowed to pick it, no one can pick it."

His brother sent a message, Han Ziqi didn't want to upset the birthday star.But the face of a teenage boy is too high, a big boy with an exaggerated pink bow on his head, he always feels uncomfortable.

Han Tingsong raised the corners of his mouth, took off Mickey on his head, and switched places with his, "Okay, then let you be my boyfriend."

"Looks good, this one looks even better!" His brother applauded excitedly, and then held the two in circles, "We are Mickey's family."

"Brother, let's go play on the carousel." After turning around, Han Sijun pulled him up and was about to walk to the overcrowded area.

Han Tingsong stopped the two of them, "Brother Jun, I will accompany you."

"it is good!"

Han Ziqi heaved a sigh of relief, letting him ride a merry-go-round was harder than letting him wear a headband.

Before leaving, Han Tingsong leaned close to his ear and said softly: "If you really don't want to wear it, just take it off, it's okay."

Before he could respond, Han Tingsong followed his brother to the carousel area.

Han Ziqi raised his hand and put it on Mickey's ear, looking at the man wearing a couple headband with him.

Pursing the corners of his mouth, he withdrew his hand that was about to remove the headband.

Who will be your boyfriend.

After the two big men played the merry-go-round six or seven times, Han Sijun stopped in the painting area again.

Han Sijun sat at the table and pulled the other two over.

He handed everyone a piece of drawing paper, "Brother draws younger brother, younger brother Tingsong draws older brother, younger brother draws younger brother Tingsong! Alright!"

Seeing that Han Ziqi didn't take a brush, Han Sijun chose an oil pastel of his favorite color and stuffed it into Han Ziqi's palm, "Draw quickly, brother."

The last time Han Ziqi drew with crayons was probably in the third grade art class.

"Why, you think I'm too handsome to write, for fear of tarnishing my beauty?" Han Tingsong teased sitting on the left side of him.

"Crazy." Han Ziqi changed his black crayon and lowered his head.

After everyone finished drawing, Han Sijun turned his head to look at him, and said aggrievedly: "My brother drew a wrong picture, my brother asked you to draw brother Tingsong, why did you draw a pig?"

"This is him." Han Ziqi was very satisfied with his painting, and even added a dialogue window next to it, which read: I am Han Tingsong.

"No, no, this is not Brother Ting Song. Brother Ting Song does not have such big ears, nor does he have such big nostrils. This is a pig, and this is a pig." Han Sijun stomped his feet, becoming more and more anxious as he spoke.

It was rare for Han Ziqi to ignore his brother, admiring his painting with satisfaction, and then said to the man beside him, "Do you like it?"

"Of course." Han Ting held his chin loosely, raised his eyebrows, "I like it...it's amazing."

At this time, an enthusiastic service staff dressed in cartoon costumes came over, "Excuse me, do you want to put a Disney limited edition frame on the painting? They are all handmade, and the prices are [-], [-] and [-]. You can choose according to your needs!"

Han Tingsong took Han Ziqi's painting of him just now, and said to the service staff: "Give me the other two frames with the most expensive frame. As for this one, your frame is too cheap, I will make a pure gold painting later." Only the frame can be worthy of the sincerity of the painter."

"Crazy." Han Ziqi didn't bother to talk to him.

Ten minutes later, the three left the painting room with picture frames worth more than 10 yuan.

Immediately afterwards, the two were dragged by Han Sijun to the photo booth. Three men over 1.8 meters tall squeezed together in a small space.

Han Tingsong and Han Ziqi stood on either side of Han Sijun, waiting for the birthday star to choose the background frame he likes.

Then Han Sijun took them to take all kinds of weird photos.

After the first edition was filmed, Han Sijun clearly had more than enough to say, so he took a couple photo with the two of them.

Just when Han Ziqi thought it was about to end, Han Sijun pushed the two of them into a small space, "Okay, now I'm left to take a group photo with brother Ting Song! Hurry up."

Han Tingsong turned to look at him, shrugged his shoulders, "Cooperate, the birthday money has been paid, if you don't shoot, it will be a waste."

Han Ziqi sighed, turned around, and looked at the image of him and Han Tingsong projected on the screen.

"Your expression is really not cute." Han Tingsong said looking at the camera.

Han Ziqi looked at the two people under the camera. The man was a little taller than him, and he was wearing his girlfriend Minnie's headband, while he was wearing his boyfriend Mickey's.

Because the headband was exaggeratedly large, the shoulders of the two were still about ten centimeters apart, but they were forced to stick together because of the exaggerated headband.

"Hey, what are you thinking about, look at the camera." Han Tingsong reminded him, "I'm going to take a picture."

Han Ziqi is not used to taking pictures, let alone laughing in front of the camera. When there was one second left in the countdown on the screen, he was suddenly hugged by the man beside him.

The distance between two people changed from ten centimeters to three centimeters, or even closer.

For just a moment, the man loosened his arms around his neck.

The photo came out from Hantingsong, and Han Ziqi took the group photo. In the photo, when he was hugged, his expression was full of inexplicable surprise and throbbing of a teenager.

But not angry at all.

Since you were not angry at the beginning, there is no need to be angry now.

While he was dazed, the man snatched the stickers and stuffed them into his pocket, "Let's go, your brother can't wait."

Han Sijun's birthday activities lasted until the evening, and it was not completely over until after watching Disney's fireworks night show.

Both he and his brother sat in the car and fell asleep all the way due to exhaustion.

Han Ziqi had a dream. He dreamed of a vineyard full of ripe dark purple fruits exuding a sweet and intoxicating aroma.

Until he was woken up by Han Tingsong, wearing a man's coat with the smell of after-scented perfume on his body.

He and his brother woke up and got out of the car one by one.

Han Tingsong took out a birthday cake from the trunk, raised his wrist and looked at his watch, "There's still not enough time, just go upstairs and make a wish."

In the last half hour of his brother's 27th birthday, he was warmed by the burning candles and the sweet cream cake.

After eating a piece of cake with the most cream, Han Sijun obediently went back to his room to sleep.

When Han Ziqi came out of the bathroom, it was past twelve o'clock, and the man was lying on the floor he had laid.

Han Ziqi walked carefully to the edge of the bed, and the moonlight outside the window came out through the gap in the curtains.

The room became very quiet, and the man turned over.

Han Ziqi pulled up the quilt and finally said, "Good night."

"OK, good night."

Han Ziqi always felt that the person in the dead of night was colder than during the day.

I don't know if he hides too deeply under the sunlight, or if the dark environment easily reveals his true nature.

"Thank you for today."

The lack of response for a long time made Han Ziqi flustered inexplicably, and even began to reflect on whether he said something wrong.

But tension for no apparent reason is the most exhausting.

"It's really rare to say thank you from you." Han Tingsong finally said, "Next time, it's better to be more practical."

Han Ziqi really wanted to ask what reality was, but he didn't have the courage, so he could only pretend to be asleep.

The physics competition is divided into two rounds, the preliminary round and the final round, and the preliminary round will be held in this city.

The top three in each city will advance to the final.Han Ziqi was easily included in the final list with the first place in the city.

On the second day of his brother's birthday, Han Tingsong and Han Sijun sent him to the airport together.

Since childhood, the two brothers have been together almost every day.Especially during the six years since Han Sijun was ill, Han Ziqi never dared to leave his brother, only worried that his only relative would also leave him.

"Kid, pay attention to safety on the road, call me if you need something." Han Tingsong emphasized, "Anytime."

"Brother, come on for the exam! My brother is the best!" Han Sijun said happily with sugar in his mouth.

"Yes." Han Ziqi replied, "I'm leaving."

This city is about three and a half hours away from Shanghai. After arriving, Han Ziqi sent a message to Han Tingsong to report his safety, and then followed the sponsor's car to the hotel near the examination room.

This hotel has been around for some years, and it resembles a guest house in the 90s. There is only one bed in the room, which is 1.5 meters to [-] meters.

The single room was specially requested by Han Ziqi from the organizer. He didn't expect much at first, but he was pleasantly surprised.

The competition is scheduled at [-]:[-] p.m., and the exam time is two hours. This exam is marked online, and the results will be available within one or two hours after handing in the papers.

The competition could be completed in one day, but the organizer wanted to hold a party in the name of the award ceremony that night, abruptly delaying the return trip until the next morning.

Han Ziqi put his luggage aside and opened the window.Although the room facilities are old, fortunately they are still considered clean.

Han Ziqi didn't have the habit of taking a nap, let alone the pressure before the exam. After lunch, he wandered around the exam room at will.

The location of the examination room is along the Huangpu River. On the roof of the hotel, you can clearly see the beautiful river and sea.

The southern city after the rain brings its own warm, humid and blue sky.It was rare for Han Ziqi to take a photo, and it was a waste to only store it in his phone.

He accidentally sent a WeChat circle of friends.

Perhaps it was the first time in my life that I posted to Moments. Although I didn’t have many friends on WeChat, I received several likes and replies within a few minutes.

"Fuck, you are still handsome Han, you are still in the mood to look at the scenery before the exam."

"It's so beautiful, where have you been?"

Han Ziqi glanced around at the people who liked and commented, but couldn't find the reply he was looking for.

Simply log out of WeChat and take back your phone.

The phone vibrated, and Han Ziqi's eyes paused on the name on the caller ID, and he clicked through.

"Kid, come on later."

"Hmm." Han Ziqi said coldly.

"That doesn't bother you, I'm hanging up."

"Hey, wait a minute." Han Ziqi panicked.

"what happened?"

In fact, he didn't know what to say next, he just wanted to hear that person's voice, so he hurriedly asked him to stay.Suffering from not being good at talking with people, he could only make up a random reason, "My brother, what are you doing?"

"After sending you back in the morning, I went to the playground again. I'm tired now, and I'm snoring in the house. Listen." The person on the other end of the phone took the phone to the area near his brother's room, and the snoring sound was even It is also very clear across radio waves.

But Han Ziqi still didn't want to hang up the phone, standing alone on the land of a foreign country, he felt lonely, "Then why don't you send me a video when you take my brother to the playground."

In the past, Han Tingsong always sent him many WeChat messages, which caused Han Ziqi a lot of trouble.

"I'm afraid it will affect you."

"Oh." Han Ziqi glanced at the time, and there was only half an hour left before the exam, "I've hung up, it's time for the exam."

"Go ahead, come on." Han Tingsong's voice was full of pampering, "Come back and bring you good food."

Han Ziqi hung up the phone, but he was still pondering the other party's last words.

I'm not my brother, so I don't need to be coaxed.

The two-hour exam was too easy for Han Ziqi, who was born with an innate understanding of physics.

When his father took him to the Science and Technology Museum for the first time when he was a child, he became very interested in physics.

Later, when his father could no longer take him to the Science and Technology Museum, his brother would take him there.Han Ziqi never went to that place again until his elder brother was helpless.

After the two-hour exam was over, all candidates returned to the reception room on the first floor of the hotel to wait for their results.

The results of the exam were as expected, and Han Ziqi won the first prize in the National Physics Competition of the senior high school group.

He walked off the podium with the trophy and the students who also received the award, and the phone rang.

Han Ziqi saw the caller ID, and before he could put down the trophy, he walked out the door with his mobile phone and answered the call.

"Children, congratulations for being number one." Han Tingsong's voice entered his ears from the phone,

"How do you know that you are number one?" Han Ziqi just took the stage to accept the award a few minutes ago, and there is no reason for people hundreds of kilometers away to know so quickly.

"Besides the first place, can you have other awards?"

Han Tingsong's arrogant tone made Han Ziqi want to laugh, but he realized that this arrogance was for him, and he didn't know how to refute it.

"Where are you?" Han Tingsong asked.

"I just came out of the living room. It's too noisy inside, so I'm about to go out to get some air." Han Ziqi said as he walked outside, "I just walked to the hotel entrance now."

"What a coincidence, so are we."

Before Han Ziqi understood what the phrase "what a coincidence" meant, he heard a familiar voice from a few meters away.

"Brother, brother, we are here!"

Han Ziqi raised his eyes, and there was a handsome man next to Han Sijun who was holding a large bubble machine in his hand.Holding up the phone, she smiled at him through the revolving glass door of the hotel.

That smile is the coming spring of the boy, the beauty that he will never forget in his memory.

The author has something to say: woo woo woo, it's not that I insist on stopping them from kissing, it's that classmate Xiao Han is underage, JJ doesn't allow it, and Mr. Han doesn't allow it either.

Coming of age now!Believe me, as much as Mr. Han looks like a "gentleman" now, he will be "worse than a beast" in the future.

There will be a wave of sharing the same bed tomorrow!

感谢在2021-07-2208:02:24~2021-07-2307:59:01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 of irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Bojun Yixiao; 1 bottle of G&S;

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