Heart distance

Suddenly, the temperature from Han Ziqi's wrist surged into his chest accompanied by the beating frequency of his pulse. It was a beauty that he never dared to hope for.

Han Ziqi hurriedly took half a step forward, in case the two were forced to separate due to the distance.

The quiet night was silent all the way, Han Tingsong carefully pulled him forward.

There is an alley on the only way to go home. There are no street lights for a distance of tens of meters, and it is dark all around.

The two walked very lightly, except for the humming of cicadas, only the beating of their own hearts could be heard.

In the dead of night in the narrow alley, Han Tingsong slowly let go of his wrist.

The overly nervous Han Ziqi didn't have the courage to pull it up again, he could only hang his arms down, wishing that the other party would let go more slowly, so that he could feel the warmth of his palm for a while longer.

Han Tingsong slowly moved down his wrist, and the warm fingertips moved from the wrist to the palm of his hand, and finally stopped in the gap between his slightly opened five fingers, and slowly crossed and entered.

Then close slightly.

Accompanied by the breeze and cicadas singing in the dark narrow alley, Han Ziqi clearly felt all the movements of his fingers, but he was so nervous that he could only stand still and let him manipulate him.

Obviously there was a more intimate contact before, but because of the so-called drunkenness, the ending that should have been brought to naught.

But tonight, he was sure that Han Tingsong must be clear-headed since he hadn't drunk a drop, but he still couldn't control his wild thoughts.

Until Han Tingsong's middle finger gently rubbed against his raised knuckles.

Just like that, Han Ziqi was dragged by him, walked through the alley, and slowly approached the Magpie Bridge.

He still remembered the legend about the magpie bridge, which he thought was a boring and naive topic before, but at this moment, he firmly believed in it.

Rumor has it that two like-minded people walk here hand in hand, and they will never be separated for life to life.

The two walked the road holding hands like this, during which no one spoke, and the tacit feeling reassured him.

The journey home is never long, especially when accompanied by someone you like.

"Marshal Han, you're finally back!" Standing in front of him, Chang Qi burst into tears, breaking his dream, "Where did you go? Why didn't you answer the phone!"

In a panic, Han Ziqi let go of Han Tingsong's hand, "Why are you here?"

Chang Qi lowered his head, and slapped himself across the face, "I'm an animal, I'm a bastard, I'm going to die!"

Han Ziqi was annoyed by the involuntary accusation from the other party, "What's the matter?"

"Me, I went out with my dad for a drink today, you know people tend to do impulsive things when they drink too much, but I know I didn't drink too much, but I just miss that little man. I can't control it Miss him." Chang Qi almost lost control of his voice.

"I couldn't take it anymore, so I ran downstairs to his house and called him. I thought he wouldn't talk to me at all." Chang Qi broke down and pulled his hair, "But he went downstairs."

"Later, I told the truth that I really liked him, I couldn't control myself, and I didn't want to lie to myself anymore." Chang Qi squatted on the ground covering his face, "Later, I kissed him on impulse. .”

"I was ready to be beaten and scolded by him. However, he didn't refuse me, and responded to me."

When such a topic is said bluntly by Chang Qi, it always reminds Han Ziqi of the plot related to himself.He pursed his lips, subconsciously glanced at Han Tingsong beside him.

The man acted as if nothing had happened. He held his hand just now, but now it was in his trouser pocket.

"But I never thought that his father would go downstairs. His father was crazy at that time, he tore us apart, and was about to beat me when he came up, but was stopped by the little dwarf."

"He let me go first, and he was dragged upstairs by his father. I could hear his father beating and scolding him through the door."

Chang Qi almost lost his mind, "You know, that little dwarf is so skinny and sick, yet his father beat him so hard!"

"I knocked on the door frantically and begged his dad to stop. But no one paid any attention. I really couldn't go back to my dad and let them save the little man, but my parents knew that I liked men and said that I I'm mentally ill, so you insist on taking me to the hospital, and you don't care about the little man at all."

"I really can't help it." Chang Qi stepped forward to grab Han Tingsong's hand, "Mr. Han, I beg you, please save that little man, he will really be beaten to death!"

"Chang Qi." A soft, weeping voice came from behind.

The three turned their heads.

Li Zeran not far away had teary eyes, and the scars left by the whip on his face were still clearly visible even under the dim street lights.

What cruel parents.

Chang Qi hurried over and hugged him tightly, "How are you?"

He let go of Li Zeran, lightly touched the scar on his face with his fingers, and said with contempt: "Damn, the beating is so hard, does it hurt you?"

Zhang Zeran bit his lip and shook his head, "Chang Qi, you...do you really like me? Are you kidding me?"

Chang Qi held him in her arms, breathing quickly, "Really, believe me, it's more real than pearls."

"Don't go back to that shitty house from now on, and follow me from now on. I will take good care of you and won't let you suffer any more."

"Aqi..."

Han Tingsong clenched his fists and coughed twice, "Although it's a bit confusing to say this now, do you want to go to our house first?"

Only then did the lingering two realize that there were two living people beside them.

Han Tingsong was full of relief, and blinked at the two of them.

But because Han Ziqi didn't see it, he put his back in his trouser pocket and turned his back to the inseparable two people.

Chang Qi let go of Li Zeran, put his arms around his shoulders and went upstairs.

The lights downstairs were dim, and it was only after going upstairs that Li Zeran not only had scars on his face, but also marks from being beaten all over his body.

Han Ziqi took out the medicine box and ice cubes, came to Chang Qi, handed him the ice, "Come here?"

"Yeah." Chang Qi nodded, and lightly applied ice cubes to the other's swollen face, "Damn it, how could your parents be so cruel. You are so good, the pain is too late."

"It was I who harmed you. If I hadn't been impulsive at night, I wouldn't have..."

Li Zeran held his arm, "I don't blame you, I did it willingly. It's not a day or two since my parents treated me like this. I don't regret what happened today."

The two teenagers on the sofa kissed me as if no one was there.

Han Ziqi bit the bullet and understood the ins and outs of the matter.The problem at hand is that both men are homeless.

Han Tingsong came over, put his arm almost on his forearm, and whispered in his ear: "You don't intend to keep them overnight, do you?"

Han Ziqi didn't return, got up and went back to his room, took out a key, "You two can live in my old house first."

When they moved here, Han Tingsong arranged brand new furniture, but the other side remained the same.

Chang Qi let go of Li Zeran, who was tightly hugged, and took the key, "Thank you buddy."

"Okay, you two don't stay here. You two are right, I didn't see that the two of you here are still single." Han Tingsong began to chase people away, "Go back tonight and rest early, the future How to solve the matter, we will think about it tomorrow.”

Han Ziqi went to get some brand new daily necessities for the two of them.

"Then Marshal Han, Teacher Han, let's go first." Chang Qi took Li Zeran's hand, "Thank you for today."

Before leaving, Han Tingsong called them to stop, "Well...you are both adults now."

"Ang." Chang Qi didn't know why.

Li Zeran bit his lip and nodded.

"Oh, that's fine." Han Tingsong pointed out the window, "There is a 24-hour convenience store downstairs."

"Also, in moderation, pay attention to your body, you still have to go to school tomorrow."

Chang Qi, who was belatedly aware of it, blushed for a moment, lowered his head and touched his neck, and responded with a sound.

Li Zeran was so ashamed that he hid behind Chang Qi.

Han Ziqi didn't have the face to listen any more, he closed the door and went back to his room.

Shameless.

It wasn't until there was no sound outside the living room that Han Ziqi felt thirsty, so he had the nerve to come out and pour water.

Han Tingsong sat on the sofa in the living room.

Han Ziqi avoided his gaze and took care of drinking water.

"Where are you hiding from me?"

"No." Han Ziqi held the glass, "Then what about their affairs?"

"What do you mean?"

"They can't stay like this forever."

"They are all adults, and they must be responsible for the choices they make. The road is chosen by themselves, and they can only walk by themselves." Han Tingsong said calmly.

"What if their parents never accept it?"

"Two choices, obediently admit defeat and go back, or two people support each other and go on."

Han Ziqi smiled helplessly, "I don't know about Li Zeran, but Chang Qi was spoiled and spoiled since he was a child, and he couldn't survive without his parents."

"Child, weren't you spoiled when you were young? You were younger than him when you supported this house, so you can do it, why can't he?" Han Tingsong walked up to him and looked at him seriously, " People have to learn to grow up, no one's road can be smooth sailing, since you choose it yourself, don't regret it. Isn't it?"

What the other party said made Han Ziqi speechless for a moment, he knew that Han Tingsong was right.

"So, if it were you, how would you choose?"

"What?" Han Ziqi was dazed for a moment.

Han Tingsong took the unfinished half glass of water in his hand, "Do you choose to go far away with the person you like, or compromise with reality?"

Han Ziqi moved his lips and made a hundred permutations and combinations of the questions, but he couldn't answer them in the end.

The other party was not eager to hear the answer, put the empty glass back in his hand, turned and left.

Han Ziqi turned to look at Han Tingsong's back, and asked unexpectedly, "How do you choose?"

Han Tingsong held his trouser pocket with one hand, paused for three seconds, waved his hand behind his back, and returned to the room.

Previously, Han Sijun had always had a leisurely job with a high salary. Recently, there were more and more gatherings. Not only could he not go home for dinner today, he even had to spend the night there.

After school in the afternoon, Han Ziqi was about to go to the school gate and sent a text message to Han Tingsong.

Han Ziqi: What's for dinner?

After a while, the other party called back, "Where are you?"

"Just left school." Han Ziqi said as he walked, "You haven't got off work yet? Then I'll go find you?"

"Get off." Han Tingsong's voice was noisy, "You'll see me right away."

Han Ziqi, who just walked out of the school gate, raised his head and met the eyes of Han Tingsong in front of him.

At the gate of the school where the crowd was surging, Han Tingsong was leaning against a cool red sports car, wearing black sunglasses, smiling at him with his mobile phone.

Completely disregarding the crowd of onlookers taking pictures.

Chattering around.

"Ahhhhhhh!! Teacher Han, it's Teacher Han, so handsome, how could he be so handsome! It's so annoying!"

"Isn't Teacher Han not teaching anymore? Why are you still here, picking up people?"

"Pick up who? Girlfriend? Goddess Zhang?"

"How can it be, don't you know? He rejected Goddess Zhang long ago. Didn't you see Han Ziqi, obviously picked him up."

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow."

Han Ziqi hung up the phone and walked up to him, looking cooler than him, but couldn't hide the joy in his heart, "Where are you going?"

"Get in the car first." Han Ting opened the co-pilot's door.

Han Tingsong drove south along the main road. After driving for nearly an hour, the car stopped in an extremely remote area.

There is a small and secluded restaurant in front of you, surrounded by lush greenery, it is cozy and quiet.A restaurant that can open in such a location without closing down is obviously expensive.

Seeing the car parked at the door, the waiter at the restaurant hurried forward, opened the door for Han Ziqi, greeted them with smiles and brought them into a private room.

It is said to be a private room, but one side is an open-air pavilion, which is convenient for enjoying the distant scenery.

The restaurant is cozy and quiet, accompanied by flowing water, you can hear the melodious and long stringed sound of Guqin.

"Do you like it here?" Han Tingsong sat directly opposite him.

"Spending money indiscriminately again." Han Ziqi avoided his eyes, "Next month, we will be short on food and clothing again."

"I'll just ask you if you like it."

Han Ziqi rubbed the tip of his nose, "It's okay."

Han Tingsong chuckled lightly, "As long as you like it, it's worth the money."

Han Ziqi's throat was hot, and he grabbed the glass in his hand and drank water desperately.

The service staff placed two king crabs on the table, put on disposable gloves, and was about to help peel the crab shells.

"Let me do it." Han Tingsong took the crab peeling tool from the service staff.

The service staff leaned over, exited the private room, and closed the door behind them.

There were only the two of them left in the private room.

Han Tingsong lowered his head and carefully peeled the crabs without saying a word.

His actions were focused and serious, and he deliberately separated the crab roe and crab meat and put them in different plates.

After peeling, Han Tingsong pushed the plate in front of him.

Han Ziqi took a piece and put it in his mouth, "Why do you just peel and not eat? Do you like peeling crabs?"

After peeling one, Han Tingsong reached for the other, "Of course not, not only do I not like peeling, but I also hate it."

"Then why are you peeling it off?"

Han Tingsong stopped what he was doing and looked at him, "What do you think?"

There are light-colored scented candles around the room, the evening wind blows, the candlelight flickers around Han Tingsong's eyelashes, the soft light is so beautiful that people can't take their eyes off it.

The knock on the door disturbed Han Ziqi's thoughts.

The waiter with white gloves came over with a bottle of red wine, "Gentlemen, do you want to try the red wine brewed in-house?"

Han Tingsong came here by car, so of course he can't drink, "No need, thank you..."

"I want it." Han Ziqi pushed the goblet.

"Child, you..."

"I'm an adult." Han Ziqi interrupted him.

Helpless, Han Tingsong nodded, signaling for the service staff to come less.

Han Ziqi shook the wine glass lightly, put it under his nose and smelled it.

With a sweet and sour taste, it doesn't smell as good as some people's perfume.

Han Ziqi picked up his cup and took a sip.

It's a bit sweet, it seems to be a wine that has not been desugared, and it smells better.

This was Han Ziqi's first time drinking alcohol, and there was no choking smell of alcohol as he thought, only the sweet aroma of grapes remained.

He tasted it for a while, then took another big gulp.

"Drink less, be careful to get drunk."

"How come, this thing's degree is not high."

One cup was not enough, so Han Ziqi asked the waiter for another cup.

King crab and red wine are an unexpected match.

Han Ziqi was a little conscious again, it was downstairs in his house.

Han Tingsong got off the driver's seat, opened the car door, helped Han Ziqi take off his seat belt, and patted him, "You're home, get out of the car."

I often heard people say that red wine has a strong aftertaste, but Han Ziqi didn't understand it in the past.

But now, his head is groggy, and his ears and the back of his neck are hot.He couldn't open his eyes, and blocked the glare of the street lights with his arms, "Headache."

"Who told you to drink so much wine, let's see if you'll be good next time."

Han Ziqi closed his eyes, only felt his body lighten up, and then threw himself into a warm embrace.

With aromas of sweet wine.

He could vaguely hear the violent heartbeat from the opponent's chest. The frequency of the movement was about 180 beats per minute, which only appeared during strenuous exercise or nervous excitement.

The man's neck was surprisingly cold, Han Ziqi was hot all over, he hugged it up according to the coolness, desperately sticking it up.

The man carried him into the room by the waist, and then gently placed him on the bed.

Although his body got off the opponent, Han Ziqi's arms kept wrapping around his neck and refused to let go.

The man who was hugged around his neck couldn't stand up straight, so he could only stick to the bedside with the boy.

Han Tingsong tried to push Han Ziqi's arm away, "Kid, let go."

On the contrary, Han Ziqi hugged him even tighter, and pressed Han Tingsong down again, his face was buried in his neck, "You are not allowed to go."

The warm air from the young man's breath rubbed against Han Tingsong's excited and sensitive neck, with a coquettish smell.

Han Ting tightened his grip on the edge of the bed, "I won't leave, so let go first."

After coaxing him for a long time, Han Ziqi was willing to let him go a little bit.

Han Tingsong picked up the quilt at hand to cover him, sat on the edge of the bed, looked down at the sleepy boy.

He was about to get up, but the boy's outstretched arm grabbed hold of his collar, and he was forced to draw him closer to him.

"You lied to me, you just want to leave!" Han Ziqi was unexpectedly strong after drinking.

Han Tingsong looked at the boy dumbfounded, "Son, I really lost to you."

The boy couldn't even open his eyes, but he still desperately grabbed his collar, "Did you kiss me before? Why did you kiss me? Why?"

"Why don't you admit it after kissing?"

The author has something to say: Xiao Han, who was drunk and acted like a baby, almost killed Lao Han, tsk tsk tsk~

There's another update tonight, yum chirp!