Heart distance

Seeing Han Tingsong hang up the phone in front of him, Han Ziqi still hasn't recovered from his surprised expression.

Until Han Sijun ran over ecstatically, pointed at the trophy in his hand as if looking at it, and blinked, "Brother, what is this?"

"The trophy." Han Ziqi handed it to Han Sijun to play with, and then said to another person, "Why are you here?"

"Your brother said he missed you, so I bought the nearest ticket and came here." Han Tingsong raised his hand to rub his soft hair, "How is it, any surprises?"

"Oh." Han Ziqi tousled his hair which was messed up by the man, but didn't reply directly.

Some people always do what they think, and they don't think about the consequences and impact of what they do.

Impulsive and reckless.

But not too annoying.

"Have you eaten yet?" Han Ziqi asked.

"I ate, what about you?"

"Yes." Han Ziqi nodded.

"Are you tired, do you want to go back to the hotel to rest?"

"No, it's still early." Han Ziqi didn't want to be alone.

"Then go, go to the place where you posted on Moments."

Han Ziqi, who was just about to lift his foot, paused, looked up at the man, "You...see it?"

"Well, it's a beautiful shot."

So he saw it.

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

Everyone turned their heads when they heard the sound, and saw a dark-skinned teenager wearing glasses walking towards them, holding the same trophy as Han Ziqi, "Do you remember me? My name is Du Haoyu. We took the exam next to each other, and we were also next to each other when we received the award just now." .”

"Yeah." To Han Ziqi, these people didn't have much impression, but they didn't want to spoil the other party's interest.

"You walked so fast, you disappeared as soon as I went to the toilet." Du Haoyu looked happily at the two men beside him, "Who are these two?"

"My brother." Han Ziqi said blankly, "Both of them."

"Oh, hello, two brothers." Li Haoyu greeted the two men politely, "However, you are so blessed that you have two brothers who accompany you in the exam."

"Is there something wrong?" Han Ziqi felt annoyed, and didn't want to be polite with this person anymore.

"Oh, I forgot, I'm sorry." Du Haoyu took out his mobile phone, "To be honest, I really admire how fast you are doing the questions. We are very destined, let's add WeChat to get to know each other. My family is from Shanghai. You If you come to Shanghai to play in the future, you can come to me anytime.”

"Is it convenient to add WeChat? Or QQ? Or a mobile phone number."

Du Haoyu didn't ask Han Ziqi's opinion at all, such enthusiasm made him unacceptable for a while.But thinking about it carefully, it doesn't seem to be a big deal, just like what Han Tingsong said, he really shouldn't keep himself in a closed environment all the time.

He needs to reach out to more people.

Han Ziqi took out his mobile phone, "Wechat."

"Okay." Du Haoyu clicked on the QR code for Han Ziqi to scan, "But you have to go back tomorrow, it's a pity, otherwise I can show you around."

"Can I go?" Han Ting, who stood aside for a long time without speaking, said loosely, his attitude was not friendly.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I don't want to disturb you anymore, you are busy." Du Haoyu greeted again, "Bye, brothers!"

Han Tingsong ignored him, turned and walked into the elevator.

"Goodbye, brother!" Han Sijun waved to Du Haoyu enthusiastically.

The three of them walked along the elevator to the top floor of the hotel.

Han Tingsong, who was quiet all the way, suddenly said, "You introduce me to others as your brother's now?"

"Otherwise?" Han Ziqi said, "What else can I introduce?"

Han Tingsong beside him was startled, unable to answer for a long time.

After about ten seconds, Han Tingsong smiled helplessly, "That's right."

Apart from brother, there seems to be no better title.

When they came to the rooftop, two people sat on the platform with their arms propped up, with a body distance between them.

Han Sijun finally found a wider space where he could play with the bubble machine, and began to dance around wantonly.

Except for the blue sky above and the clear river below, between Han Ziqi and Hantingsong, there are only transparent air bubbles that are gradually falling.

The breeze blew away the light soap bubbles, suspended in the air, with a sense of cautious embarrassment.

The night in early spring was slightly cooler, Han Ziqi turned his head and saw a man sitting one meter away from him, wearing only a half-sleeved T-shirt, "Let's go, go back."

Han Ziqi stood up and asked Han Tingsong, "By the way, where do you live?"

"The room next to yours." Han Tingsong still sat on the ground with legs bent, "When we came, someone just checked out, so this is the only room left."

"Yeah." Han Ziqi felt relieved and told his brother to go back.

The three of them followed the elevator to their floor, but Han Tingsong didn't get out of the elevator, "We have a flight with you tomorrow, and I'll call you at seven in the morning."

Han Ziqi stood at the elevator door, "Where are you going?"

"I can't sleep in the same room as your brother. I'll go to the nearby hotel and ask if there are any vacancies." Han Tingsong waved his hand, "Don't worry, I won't be late tomorrow."

Han Tingsong pressed the button on the first floor, and the elevator doors closed slowly.

Han Ziqi still stood there until he was blocked by the young man's long, white arm and the elevator door was forced to open due to the obstacle.

"What's wrong?" Hanting asked subconsciously.

Han Ziqi looked down at him, and rubbed his index finger on the tip of his nose, "Tonight...would you like to sleep at my place."

Han Ziqi sat beside the hotel bed, his knuckles slowly embedded in the soft mattress, and he had maintained this position for about 10 minutes.

Still too nervous to move.

At this time, Han Tingsong was taking a bath in the bathroom two meters away. The translucent frosted glass room could clearly reflect the figure of the man.

Even if he forced himself not to take the initiative to look at it, even an inadvertent glance from the corner of his eye was enough to make him feel restless and disturbed.

The hotel is different from home, there is no extra bedding for Han Tingsong to make a new bed.

However, Han Ziqi had applied for a single room before, and there was only a narrow double bed measuring 1.5 meters by [-] meters in the room.

The two big men were lying on it, although they would not touch each other skin to skin, and there was not much free space between them.

Han Ziqi simply closed his eyes, giving himself a psychological hint, out of sight, out of mind.

The sound of the water gradually weakened, and he subconsciously opened his eyes.From the corner of the eye, Han Tingsong's figure appeared from the glass room, walking towards him slowly with moist and warm air.

The pounding sound in Han Ziqi's chest became more and more intense. He tightened his lips and stood up from the bed with his clothes in his arms.

Forced to make eye contact with Han Tingsong.

The man was wearing the hotel's pure white belted bathrobe, the belt was loosely tied around his waist, and the water droplets from the tips of his hair slid down his forehead to his looming chest.

Han Ziqi's hand holding the clothes was forced to tighten again. When passing by the man, he pursed his lips and said, "You sleep inside."

Then he went into the bathroom and turned on the warm light.

Han Ting pine on the bed, leaning against the inner side.Except on the night of the art festival, when he lay down on Han Ziqi's bed for a while because of drinking, he hadn't had a full sleep in bed for a long time.

He lowered his head and tightened the loose belt around his waist, and his eyes unconsciously shifted to the glass room of the bathroom.

Through the mirror made of frosted material, Han Tingsong stared intently at the thin young man inside.

At this time, Han Ziqi grabbed the hem of his clothes with both hands and lifted up his jacket, then tore off the inner straps of his sports pants, and took off his pants.Until seeing him in the translucent outline, he turned on the shower in the bathroom.

Han Tingsong pressed his fingertips tightly on the pillow on the other side, and his Adam's apple rolled twice.

The waist is so thin that it can be hugged with one hand.

No flesh at all.

too skinny.

Han Ziqi, who was in the bathroom, didn't want to think about it, nor did he dare to think about it.

He didn't know how the other party would see him when he was in the shower.Was it just as nervous and urgent as him, or it was just his self-indulgence, that person didn't take it seriously at all.

The bathing time with chores on his mind will always be infinitely prolonged, coupled with Han Ziqi's intentional evasion, he didn't decide to turn off the shower until his legs were sore.

After changing his clothes and turning off the light in the bathroom, Han Ziqi walked out mechanically and slowly.

Subconsciously glanced at the other person in the room.

At this time, Han Tingsong had already taken off his pajamas, exposing half of his chest, covering his lower half, leaning against the bed.

The man tilted his head, and looked at him with the tip of his right index finger lightly against his temple, with magic in his eyes that made his heart beat faster.

There was only one dim yellow bedside lamp turned on in the bedroom, the night could cover his embarrassment, but it couldn't cover Han Ting's glowing pupils.

Han Ziqi stood motionless at the bathroom door, keeping the furthest distance from the man.

"What are you doing in a daze." Someone always needs to break the embarrassment, Han Tingsong said: "Come here."

Han Ziqi clenched the dry towel even tighter.

How many ambiguous meanings and indescribable drives are endowed with these two simple words.

At this time, Han Ziqi had long been unable to tell right from wrong, and it was difficult to tell the truth from the false. Although his movements were extremely slow, he still paced towards the bed according to the words.

Han Ziqi couldn't move until his calf in shorts touched the edge of the hotel bed.

Han Ting on the bed pushed back the quilt, got up and approached him.

For only this moment, Han Ziqi just wanted to close his eyes and block the temptation.

The so-called "see no evil" means not wanting to, but not daring.

Until the towel in his hand was pulled by the external force, the arm stretched forward according to the direction of the force, and the second point of force directly jumped to his arm.

Han Tingsong grabbed him and pulled him onto the bed, "Come here, sit down."

Only then did Han Ziqi open his eyes in a panic, not daring to question his bad behavior, so he could only maintain a fairly polite posture, and sat obediently by the bed with his arms propped up.

Han Tingsong moved his body, sat behind him, took out the towel in his palm, and covered his head, "Sleep without drying your hair, you will easily get sick."

Obviously, when fighting with him before, his hands were so strong, and every time he fights, he has no chance to resist.But at this moment, the palm on his head was extremely gentle, and the warmth from the man's palm could be felt along with the strands of hair.

The man who said he would get sick if he didn't dry his hair, but he didn't dry his own hair either.

After wiping almost, Han Ting stopped, pressed the bed sheet with his left hand, leaned forward, stretched his right arm, and threw the towel on the bedside table casually.

When Han Tingsong leaned forward, he didn't avoid the obstacle directly in front of him, and his chest just touched Han Ziqi's back.

The opponent's chest was hot, and with a strong heartbeat, he pierced into the heart from his thin back, driving the extremely sensitive Han Ziqi to the point of madness.

He was stuck in place, not daring to move for a second, as if the emergency switch had been broken and activated, and the danger would erupt at any time.

"Go to sleep." Han Ting rubbed his hair loosely.

Before Han Ziqi could react, the other party had already covered the quilt and lay back on the bed.

He turned around mechanically, only to realize that there was a bigger problem ahead.

The hotel only had one quilt, and Han Ting covered the inner half, which meant that he had to cover the other half.

"Come in, what are you waiting for?" Han Tingsong urged.

Han Ziqi covered the quilt and lay down as he said. Because the bed was not big, the two of them were close to each other, and they could stick to each other's body as long as they leaned slightly inward.

The room was quiet, only the dark yellow night light was still persisting.

Han Ziqi was trained by his parents to sleep alone since he was a child. This is the first time he has been lying on the same bed with someone in so many years.

Because he was too nervous, he was stuck in the limited space, his limbs were numb, he was embarrassed, he couldn't move, he couldn't move.

In the quiet night, he heard a voice in his ear, "Since when, only you and your brother are left."

In the dead of night, the private topic was asked in an extremely cryptic manner, but the voice was gentle and gentle.It seems that the questioner is thinking that if he's asleep, or doesn't want to answer, it's as if he never asked.

But Han Ziqi didn't sleep, so he could understand the meaning.

"Nine years ago." Han Ziqi's tone was as calm as ever, he was used to it.

The other party did not return, and the room returned to silence again.

Driven by sleepiness, Han Ziqi slowly closed his eyes.

"You are only eight years old." Han Tingsong's voice was very clear in the dim space.

"Yes." Han Ziqi opened his eyes.

The room returned to calm again.

"The day of the accident was my parents' wedding anniversary. They made travel plans half a year ago." It was rare for Han Ziqi to speak up on his own initiative. He never told anyone about it.

"My mother planned to go to Hawaii to see the sea, but on the eve of their departure, Kyoto just sold a limited edition gunpla, so I urged my parents to go to Japan instead, and buy me a Gundam by the way."

"In order to convince them, we also agreed that we will go to the beach together as a family during the summer vacation."

"Later, my parents accepted my suggestion." Han Ziqi took a deep breath and paused for a while before continuing, "But before Japan arrived, before the Gundam could be bought, the plane crashed."

"So, when you say you want to see the sea during Chinese New Year, you want to help your mother fulfill her wish?" Han Ting breathed a sigh of relief.

Han Ziqi smiled wryly, "Well, anyway, I don't have any dreams, and living is already a luxury for me."

"You still have your brother."

"Yes." Han Ziqi said, "I still have my brother."

"In the first three years before my parents left, I relied on my brother to survive. He just entered college that year, and my brother got good grades and was admitted to Hunan University. After his parents had an accident, he made several copies by himself in order to subsidize his family. You have to work part-time while studying.”

"During the years without parents, I was often ridiculed as a wild child without parents. But I was not lonely at all. My brother gave me twice as much love as I had without parents, even more than my parents. That's even more."

"Whenever I am ridiculed by others, I always comfort myself, it's okay, I still have an older brother, as long as I have an older brother, that's enough." Han Ziqi tried hard to restrain his emotions.

"Until three years ago, the only brother was also because of me..."

"Stop talking!" Han Tingsong stopped him suddenly, his tone wasn't harsh, but he could hear a trace of disturbed fear, "Don't talk about things that don't make you happy."

The other party's words awakened Han Ziqi. He never mentioned the scars and secrets in his heart to anyone.

But tonight, he uncontrollably told the man beside him.

He doesn't need pity, and he doesn't ask for comfort. These things don't need others to know.

The surroundings became quiet again, Han Ziqi lay flat on the bed and closed his eyes.

Like a topic that ended abruptly, no one continued to ask questions, and no one wanted to know the unpleasant results and answers.

The long-term fixed movements made Han Ziqi's body stiff. He rolled over on his side and opened his eyes.

But met the eyes of another person.

The person he thought was fast asleep looked at him with his eyes open, and there was a world he couldn't guess hidden in the deep pupils.

When did this person start looking at him, how long did he look at him, and why did he want to look at him.

These questions, under the current conditions, can only become their own speculations.

Han Ziqi didn't know whether he was distracted or just wanted to look into his eyes, and they just stared at him for countless minutes.

Until the man stretched out his hand, covered his eyes, and said softly within a short distance: "Good night."

His palms were very warm, with a reassuring and joyful temperature, sending Han Ziqi to sleep.

Hanting Matsumoto is a very conscientious person.

The old bed kept him up at night, but now there was a more thorny problem.

He never expected that there would be an unbelievable clingy spirit beside him.

The normally cold and unkind child, when he fell asleep, was so pestering that he couldn't get rid of him.

At this time, Han Ziqi was holding his arms in his arms, pressing his knees on his thighs, pressing his forehead against his shoulders, breathing steadily and sleeping soundly.

The young man held his arms tightly, and Han Ting let go of his hands several times, trying to let go of him twice, but within 5 minutes, the sleeping young man found him in the dark, and entangled him again like an octopus , getting tighter every time.

Han Ziqi's body temperature, even on the surface of his bare skin, was transmitted to him continuously.

Sticky, he was distracted, cranky, struggling on the verge of making a mistake.

More sleepless nights.

Early the next morning, after Han Ziqi got up and packed his luggage, Han Tingsong was still sleeping soundly under the quilt with his back turned to him.

Han Ziqi couldn't understand that people who usually don't sleep in at home are unwilling to get up here.

Are hotel beds that comfortable?

Han Ziqi glanced at the time, "Hey, it's time to get up."

The person on the bed didn't move and didn't pay attention at all.

"I'm sorry I won't be able to catch the plane." Han Ziqi dragged the quilt along the corner of the quilt, "I'll talk about it when I sleep on the plane."

The person on the bed still had no intention of moving, and pulled the quilt over his head again, "Sleepy."

Han Ziqi tore it down mercilessly, "I can afford to be sleepy."

Han Tingsong's tone was obviously hoarse and impatient, "You can't sleep in the same bed with other people in the future, not anyone!"

"Why?" Han Ziqi was taken aback by the other party's question.

The author has something to say: why?Why do you say?

Mr. Han: What did I do wrong? You can criticize and condemn me, but you can't torture me in this way.I am a normal man! !