Heart distance

Han Tingsong turned to look at him, and was silent for a while, "Are you sure you want to know?"

"Yes." Han Ziqi stuck his fingertips into his palms, concealing his panic and nervousness.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds.

"Your future date..." Han Tingsong approached, warm air flowed into the auricles, but when the key content was about to come, he suddenly became quiet.

But because of being overly curious, the boy put his ear closer to his mouth.

But the person who told the secret stayed away from him in the opposite direction, "Coincidentally, I just don't want to say it."

All the sense of anticipation is extended to the maximum, as if the long-awaited story has finally come to the final chapter, but the author announced to the world on the same day that he will never write again, and can no longer wait for the ending.

Han Ziqi was irritable and discouraged, he knew he couldn't beat that man, and he was afraid of being found out, so he had no choice but to give up.

Han Tingsong turned back towards the direction of the kitchen, Han Sijun and Li Zeran were busy in the kitchen, "I'm sure I saw this kid right, he's really not bad."

When it was time for dinner, Chang Qi quickly put down his pen, happily washed his hands and sat down at the dining table.

He picked up a piece of braised pork and put it in Li Zeran's bowl first, "Eat more, you're already so thin, you can't be picky eaters. Brother Si Jun's braised pork is really not greasy, try it."

Li Zeran smiled brightly, and also picked up a piece of meat and put it in his bowl, "You eat it too, don't you want to eat it for many years? I learned it from Brother Si Jun today, and I will cook it for you next time."

Chang Qi smiled happily and nodded, "Okay! I'm looking forward to it."

Holding the chopsticks, Han Ziqi looked at the two greasy people in front of him, and didn't eat a single bite.

He realized that it didn't take half a year for these two people to be in love now.

If you want to talk, just talk, why do you want to influence others here.

annoying.

"If you two want to be like this again, don't come to my class in the future." Han Tingsong glanced at the two, "It makes me upset just looking at it."

"It's not Mr. Han, what's wrong with us, is it getting in the way of you if you grab each other's food?" Chang Qi didn't think so.

Han Tingsong ignored the other party, picked up a piece of meat and put it in Han Ziqi's bowl, "Eat it quickly, it will be cold in a while."

"Look, look, don't you also serve food for Marshal Han? What's the matter, only the state officials are allowed to set fires, and the common people are not allowed to light lamps!"

Li Zeran blushed, and stuffed a chicken wing into Chang Qi's mouth, "Okay, let's stop talking."

"Okay, don't say it, don't say it."

Han Ziqi put the meat in his mouth, it was sweet but not greasy.

I am no worse than them.

Almost every school has students like Chang Qi, who are always the first to arrive at class even though they don't like to study.

Han Ziqi also came early today. When he arrived in the classroom, there were only less than ten students in the class.

Chang Qi sat on the side, looking at the letter in his hand with a solemn expression, which was very different from him who used to play with his mobile phone in a corner or sleep on the table.

Seeing him coming, Chang Qi hurriedly crumpled up the letter paper and hid it in the desk pocket.Swallowing his saliva, his eyes drifted, "Ah, Dashuai Han, you're here!"

Chang Qi would never hide from Han Ziqi, there was nothing that Han Ziqi could not see, only he begged Han Ziqi, and the latter would not bother to look at it.

Chang Qi was obviously abnormal today, but Han Ziqi didn't care.He was about to stuff his schoolbag into the desk pocket, but saw a letter in the empty desk pocket.

When Han Ziqi was about to confirm the cover of the letter, Chang Qi grabbed it in a hurry and kneaded it into a ball.

"What's that?" Han Ziqi frowned.

The sweat on Chang Qi's forehead seemed out of place in the cool morning, "Ah, the little yellow text I secretly hid, it's not suitable for children, don't read it blindly."

Han Ziqi turned his head and noticed that a few students in the class were holding the same letter paper in their hands, and they glanced towards them from time to time while reading the letter.

"The little Huangwen you read by yourself, now everyone has a copy?" Han Ziqi obviously didn't believe his excuse.

"Ah, this..." Chang Qi rubbed the back of his neck, unable to even come up with a reasonable excuse.

"Take it out." Han Ziqi stretched out his hand and said in a firm tone, "What the hell is it?"

"Hey, it's really boring, don't you want to read it." Chang Qi took out the crumpled envelope again and tore it up, not giving Han Ziqi a chance.

"Fuck, Han Ziqi, you are so fucking awesome, you actually..." The classmate sitting in the front row ran over excitedly, also holding the letter in his hand.

Chang Qi stood up frantically, stomped on the table and snatched the letter paper from the opponent's hand, and tore it up again, "Wang Daniu, you are here early in the morning. What are you forcing? Have you finished your fucking homework yet?"

As Chang Qi said, he tore off the schoolbag from the school committee member who had just arrived, and took out the English exercise book left last night, and took it to Wang Daniu, "Go, copy your homework first, and don't be punished by the teacher if you can't finish it later." Stand, stand next to Lao Tzu to force... force a class, stupid, Lao Tzu is annoyed when he sees you."

As soon as Wang Daniu was driven away, another person called Han Ziqi at the door.

Chang Qi became more and more emotional, rushed to the door, pointed at the man, "Fuck! I tell you, he doesn't have time, so don't fucking harass him."

"No, it's not me." The girl standing at the door was so frightened that she choked up and grabbed the hem of her school uniform, "Yes, it was the principal looking for him."

"Ah, that's right, I'm sorry." Chang Qi's shoulders loosened and he turned around, "That Marshal Han, hurry up, the principal is looking for you."

Chang Qi looked extremely abnormal, Han Ziqi passed by him, "We'll talk about it when I come back."

"You can go directly to the principal's office for a while. If anyone talks to you, ignore them." Chang Qi still pretended to be casual, "You have to maintain your aloof personality, don't you, haha."

Full of loopholes, embarrassing to death.

"Understood." Han Ziqi left a sentence and left the classroom.

Han Ziqi followed the path to the principal's office, knocked on the door and entered.

With a cup of tea in hand, the headmaster sat at the old desk as usual.It's just that the principal is holding a letter that is exactly the same as the one Chang Qi tore up.

Han Ziqi's heart sank.

"Ziqi, come sit down and talk." The headmaster took off his reading glasses and stroked his hair. "Have you encountered any difficulties in your life recently?"

When the matter developed to this point, Han Ziqi was very sure that the content of this letter was related to him.

"No." Han Ziqi answered truthfully.

"Oh, I know your difficulties." The principal sighed and squeezed his palms, "After all, you go to school and take care of your brother at the same time. At the beginning, the school decided not to make it public because it considered not to hurt your self-esteem and protect your privacy. The situation of your family, so even your class teacher doesn't know."

Han Ziqi sat on the wooden chair, pressing the armrest tightly with his palm.

"At the beginning, in order to take care of your difficulties, I even arranged for you to be a part-time tutor. But recently, I heard that you canceled that class?" The principal stroked the hair on his forehead, and shook his head, "Ziqi Ah, you don't want to teach, so you don't teach. But you have to make this again, what do you mean?"

"I'm sorry, principal, I don't understand what you mean." Han Ziqi's eyes fell on the letter paper, "Or... what was written on it?"

The headmaster froze and put on his glasses, "Didn't you write this?"

"No, I don't even know what it says."

The headmaster handed him the letter, "Look at it for yourself."

Han Ziqi got up and took it with both hands. Standing beside the principal's wooden desk, his fingertips pinched the paper more and more tightly, almost crushing the edges.

"You really didn't write this letter?" the headmaster still questioned.

"No." Han Ziqi scanned a third of the time, and was in no mood to read any more.He carried the letter behind his back, but couldn't help wanting to tear it up.

"The bank card account number at the end of the letter is yours?"

Han Ziqi confirmed the number on the letter again, "Yes."

"Hey, if you said that you didn't write this letter, but someone who knows your bank account can only be someone close to you." The headmaster rubbed his chin and guessed, "Could it be your brother?"

"No." It was impossible for his brother to do such a thing.

"Who else could it be? Do you have other family members?" The principal looked worried, "I heard that you are very close to the teacher who taught Sanda before? Could it be that teacher?"

"No." This Han Ziqi was even more convinced that it would never be Han Tingsong.

"Then you have to think about it carefully. There are not many people who can understand you and your family situation so well." The headmaster picked up the teacup.

The person who wrote the letter not only understood him, but also knew everything about him.

This person not only knows his usual bank account number, but even knows all his past that he doesn't want to be mentioned.He knew all about those scars with blood scabs, those experiences that he wanted to hide forever.

But on this sunny morning, he wrote this letter as himself, and distributed it to every classroom in the school, and everyone's hands, even the cleaning aunt refused to let it go.

Those scars that haven't healed are just torn apart, exposed in broad daylight, waiting to be ridiculed and pitied.

Keep the blood of grief and don't give him a trace of face.

I can't wait for him to die, I hope he will never be reborn.

Han Ziqi has experienced so many dark pasts, when he thought the past would end and he could embrace the sunshine, the reality hit him hard.

He didn't even know how to face the bright and sunny day outside the window, why it was so difficult to retain the last trace of face.

What did he do wrong to be punished like this.

The principal took off his glasses, "Okay, then you go back to class first, and I will arrange for someone to collect all these letters, so as not to affect your mood. Good boy, I want to open up, I didn't say you are bad here, maybe I just want to help you .”

"Well, thank you principal." Han Ziqi clenched his fists, feeling dizzy and having trouble breathing.

He took a deep breath and turned to leave the principal's office.

This person didn't want to help him, but wanted to send him to hell and make his life worse than death.

Han Ziqi's mind was blank, he didn't want to think about anything, he just wanted to get dark, and wanted to hide himself in a dark corner where no one would notice.

"Damn it, someone fell into the water on the other side of the artificial river."

"What? What class? Male or female?"

"Oh my god, I saw it too. It's scary. I was on duty just now!"

"I'm not a student or a teacher. I was rescued just now, and I was crying. I seem to be a fool. Anyway, I don't look normal. The eldest is not young, and he cries like a child of a few years old. He keeps calling for his younger brother."

"It's just a fool. I don't know who missed it and ran out."

Listening to the gossip around him, Han Ziqi's pupils shrank suddenly and his heart stopped beating.

He couldn't bear to think about it, and quickly came to the artificial lake, missing a circle of spectators. Han Ziqi ran over madly, "Brother, how are you?"

"Brother, why did you come here? My brother was so scared just now." Han Sijun was soaked and still covered with mud, holding him and crying loudly.

Han Ziqi took off his coat and covered Han Sijunsong.

"Oh my god, is this idiot Han Ziqi's brother?"

"Isn't his elder brother Teacher Han? He was given to attend the parent meeting before."

"Let me just say, he doesn't look like Teacher Han at all, how could he be a real brother."

"Is that letter true?"

"Oh my god it's so outrageously written, I thought it was a prank at first."

"It turns out that he is so pitiful, so miserable!"

"It hurts a little, and I have to take care of my silly brother."

"Why don't you all go to class!" A familiar and reassuring voice came from a distance, "Go back to class!"

"Ah, Mr. Han, will you still teach Sanda this semester? I want to sign up."

Han Tingsong ignored the students around him, stopped by Han Ziqi's side, helped them up, "Let's go, go back first."

Saying that, Han Ting took off his coat and covered Han Ziqi's head, "Don't think about anything, just follow me."

Han Ziqi was pulled by the man, his clothes covered his head, and he could only see his feet through the gaps under the clothes.

Han Tingsong held his wrist tightly, and said to the people around him: "Go to class quickly, it's eight o'clock, don't join in the fun here."

Passing by the library next to the artificial lake, Han Tingsong saw a pair of feet standing at the base of the wall, but he didn't linger long, and took the two of them into the car.

"You...why are you here?" Han Ziqi finally spoke after 10 minutes of driving.

"I forgot to bring something to work. When I got home and saw that your brother was not there, I called him. He said that you asked him to go to school. I was worried, so I hurried over."

"I'm looking for my brother?" Han Ziqi frowned.

"Yes." Han Sijun was still crying, "Brother Zeran sent me a text message, saying that you are looking for me, brother, and asked me to come to school as soon as possible."

"Li Zeran?" Han Ziqi was stunned.

"Yeah, he texted me."

"Show me your phone."

Han Ziqi opened the text message record on his mobile phone, and the last text message was indeed Zhang Zeyan's text message.

"Brother Sijun, Ziqi asked me to tell you to come to the school quickly. After entering the school gate, go straight in. There is an artificial lake inside, which is very beautiful. You should wait for him there, it is urgent."

Han Ziqi handed the phone to Han Tingsong, and the two looked at each other without saying anything.

Out of reassurance, the two led Han Sijun to the hospital. After a comprehensive examination, his brother was only frightened and there was no serious physical problem.

While in the hospital, the director of the teaching office came to condolences in person, and also briefly learned about the situation of Han Ziqi and his brother, but Han Ziqi concealed the matter of Li Zeran's text messages.

Han Sijun's falling into the water happened at the school, and the school cannot absolve himself of the blame.

Because there is no personal safety involved, the school urges Han Ziqi not to call the police for the sake of reputation. They will find out who is behind the scenes as soon as possible.

Han Ziqi defaulted.

At the same time, the school granted him a week's vacation.

It was already eight o'clock in the evening when everything was arranged and went home.

As soon as he got home, Han Ziqi saw Chang Qi and Li Zeran sitting in the stairwell in front of his house.

"Han Ziqi, please believe me, I really don't know about that text message." Li Zeran stood pitifully in front of Han Ziqi with tears in his eyes.

"Why didn't you two come over and make a phone call. How long have you been waiting?" Han Tingsong seemed to be okay, "Be smarter next time."

"I said to call and say that this little man insists on coming here in person." Chang Qi comforted him.

"Please believe me, it's really not me, and I don't know why this happened." Li Zeran still begged bitterly.

"Yeah." Han Ziqi remained expressionless, not giving anyone a chance to guess his mood, "I'm a little tired, you guys go back first, we'll talk about it another day if you have anything to do."

Li Zeran knew that Han Ziqi was obsessed with cleanliness, his eyes were red, so he dared to stand half a meter away from him.

"Okay, you two can't solve the problem if you spend too much time here." Han Tingsong started to rush people away, "Chang Qi, you go and send Li Zeran back, he's fine."

"Hey, that's ok, we'll leave first, Mr. Han." Chang Qi followed her advice and pulled people out.

After returning home, he made arrangements for his brother. It was already nine o'clock in the evening, and Han Ziqi came to his room.

After the phone vibrated countless times, he finally picked it up.

A boy's cry came from the phone.

Li Zeran was out of breath, "I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't bother you now, and I know what I say is useless. I usually keep my mobile phone in my schoolbag, and I really don't know when it was sent."

Fearing that the person on the other end of the phone would not believe it, Li Zeran desperately explained, "I beg you to believe me, I really didn't harm Brother Sijun, Brother Sijun is such a good person, I have no reason to harm him at all."

Han Ziqi's tone didn't fluctuate, "Well, I know, I didn't blame you, I was tired and died."

Han Tingsong waited until the young man hung up the phone and the room became quiet again, then gently knocked on the open door, "Do you want to chat?"

Han Ziqi turned his back to him and looked out the window. It was already the solar term of June, and outside the window the grass grew and warblers flew, accompanied by the singing of cicadas in early summer.

"What are you talking about?"

"It's up to you." Han Ting breathed a sigh of relief, "For example, let's talk about whether Li Zeran did what happened today."

Han Ziqi sneered, "Are you stupid, or do you take me for a fool."

Even primary school students understand the lowest level of frame-up theory.Even if he really wanted to hurt someone, he wouldn't be stupid enough to use his mobile phone to send a text message.

Han Tingsong didn't reply.

"Can we talk about something else?" Han Ziqi said.

"All ears." Han Tingsong took advantage of the situation and sat straddling the swivel chair in front of the desk, with his arms resting on the back of the chair casually.

Han Ziqi put one hand in his trouser pocket, still turned his back to Han Tingsong, and had no eye contact with him the whole time.

"There will always be some dirty and inferior people in the society. They live in dark and damp corners and are covered in stench, but they dream that the whole world will be as ugly as them." Han Ziqi's voice was cold and emotionless.

"When I was young, my family and I lived in a compound. Most of the neighbors were old colleagues of my parents. When my parents were as poor as them, we were friends and neighbors who could support each other. But then my dad's career improved. They started to mock my family because of jealousy."

Han Tingsong looked at the boy's lonely back, and quietly listened to his childhood stories.

"Until my parents had an accident, they still refused to stop, even me who was only eight years old. They gathered around every day, discussing mean and dirty words, and telling their children these non-existent things , Instigated them to bully me and isolate me. They said that I was a wild child without parents, and said that such a person would grow up with a deformed mind, become extreme, twisted, and even go to the road of crime.”

"Their children will be keen to pass these dirty and crude rumors on to me after embellishing them. They spread it one after another. Because I couldn't bear the grievances, I hid in the quilt and cried every day during that time."

Han Ziqi worked hard to control his emotions, and tried his best not to lose his composure, "I even started to fear that I would become like what they said, and would eventually go down the road of breaking the law and becoming a cancer in society."

Han Tingsong silently listened to the young man's every word, reason could suppress his anger, but it couldn't stop his aching heart.

"But my brother told me that people live for themselves, don't care about other people's eyes, always remember what kind of person you are, and live the life you want." Han Ziqi clenched his fists tightly, only Can rely on deep breathing to stabilize emotions.

"But those days were more painful than I imagined. In order not to be harassed anymore, my brother sold the old house and moved here. I thought I could finally escape their clutches, but some people were like nightmares. You can't even hide."

"They don't want to see me well, and found my new home just to laugh at me." Han Ziqi tried to calm down, "It doesn't matter what they say about me, I don't care at all."

Han Ziqi was tense and gritted his teeth, "But I can't accept that they framed my brother, saying that my brother betrayed his lust to seduce professors, get scholarships, get qualifications for graduate studies, and even say that he even seduced the owner of a part-time restaurant."

"That was the first time I got angry, and I didn't want to endure like a coward again. I frantically wrestled those who maliciously speculated about my brother. But I was weak, and I could only be tortured by them trampling on the ground. I thought When I was about to die, my brother rushed over to protect me."

Han Tingsong suppressed his anger and forced himself to calmly say: "So you want to learn Sanda because you don't want to be bullied."

"Well, who would like to be bullied."

"I passed out due to pain and fright, and when I woke up, I was already lying in the hospital ward." Han Ziqi smiled wryly, "The doctor said that I was only traumatized and frightened, but my brother was hit in the back of the head by a brick and became a the way it is now."

"In the days to come, I don't know how to endure it. I just hate why I did it in the first place. If I hold back, nothing will happen to my brother." Han Ziqi bit his lips tightly, "I hurt my brother."

Han Ting pressed her heart tightly, trying to relieve the pain, "Don't think so."

"After being discharged from the hospital, I decided to take care of my brother by myself."

Han Tingsong was slightly startled, "You were so young at the time, the orphanage didn't take you in?"

"They wanted to take him in, but I refused." Han Ziqi said, "If I go to the orphanage, my brother will be forced to go to a special shelter, but I don't want to."

"What's more, I am very self-care ability. Usually, Chang Qi's family also takes care of us. My brother can also cook. We don't need others."

"You and Chang Qi knew each other since we were kids?"

"Well, Chang Qi and I grew up in the same compound, and his family was the only one who didn't laugh at us, and didn't add insult to injury."

"Until my brother was discharged from the hospital, those people still came to my house every now and then to ridicule me. They even threw mud on me, spit on me, and said that I was a broom star, a plague god, and that I killed my parents and my brother."

"So, you have such a serious cleanliness?"

"Well, at least in my eyes, the world is dirty."

Han Tingsong couldn't bear to leave the young man's back for a second, "Did you call the police?"

"Report, it might be of no use." Han Ziqi said helplessly, "Those people were all underage at the beginning. Except for those who hurt my brother, the others were nothing more than criticism and education. No matter how many times, the result is still the same."

"If I was the only one left in this world, I would definitely choose to die without hesitation." Han Ziqi took a deep breath, "But I can't, I still have my brother."

"The long-term depression has made me calm. Every day, home and school are on the same line. I just want to study hard, take good care of my brother, don't care about other people's opinions, and face other people's ridicule. .”

Even if the sky is dark so what, I can still survive until dawn with my last breath.

"Later, those people got tired and gradually disappeared from my life." Han Ziqi breathed a sigh of relief, "Speaking of which, I haven't been ridiculed like that for two years."

Han Ziqi slowly loosened his clenched fists and stopped making any noise.

Probably because I haven't experienced it for too long, or because I have been too happy recently, I lost my composure like today.

Like a clown, abandoned in a dark corner, dying.

"Are you crying?" Han Ting, who had been silent for a long time, said loosely.

Han Ziqi gave a shoulder.

Han Tingsong couldn't see the boy's expression, but with the moonlight outside the window, he probably guessed it.

Han Ziqi hesitated for a moment before answering, "Weak people cry."

Han Tingsong was still yearning for his back, and didn't reply.

"Go out, I'm going to sleep." Han Ziqi said calmly.

Han Tingsong didn't move, "Aren't you going to let me sleep here tonight?"

"It's not cold anymore, you can go to the living room to sleep." Han Ziqi said with a suppressed breath.

"Okay, then I'm leaving." Han Tingsong said, "Good night."

Later, Han Ziqi heard the movement of the swivel chair and slight footsteps.

The room became silent, and Han Ziqi could only hear the continuous cicadas outside the window and his hard-pressed breathing.

Almost relieved, he was about to turn around.The arm was held by the sudden warmth, and Han Ziqi was forced to slam into the man's chest with the help of external force, with the cool mint smell he liked.

"you……!"

Han Ziqi, who was struggling hard, was held down by the man on the back of his head and hugged into his fiery arms.

Han Tingsong's movements are domineering and tough, for fear that he will try to break free, but his tone is soft and gentle, with a temperature that makes him reluctant to leave.

"Don't move." Han Ting pressed close to him, and the corner of his mouth lightly touched his ear, "Crying here, the world can't see it."

The author has something to say: woo woo woo, give Xiao Han a hug.Everything will be fine, Han will always accompany him to embrace the sunshine.

Regarding that letter, I will publish a separate chapter tomorrow. All the questions about Xiao Han should be solved. You can choose to subscribe. If you don’t want to read it, you can skip it, and it won’t affect the plot.

Also, it shouldn't be too difficult to guess who did it, after all, it's an emotional flow, and I didn't want to engage in such a complicated plot.Don't worry, this kind of person will have retribution, he will not get better, never will.

感谢在2021-07-2508:07:46~2021-07-2607:59:53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 mine: how can I see one;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 438958662 bottles;

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