Heart distance

Han Tingsong's breathing was choked, and his fingertips gently rubbed the boy's earlobe, reluctant to let go for a long time.

Han Ziqi couldn't resist the drowsiness, and the hands that hugged his neck slowly dropped.Han Tingsong took hold of it, and placed it lightly on the soft mattress, stroking her wrist back and forth with her fingertips.

Until the boy on the bed was completely quiet, Han Tingsong covered his eyes with his hands, and said in a gentle tone, "Sleep, be good."

Afterwards, Han Tingsong bent down and kissed the boy lightly on the chin, "Good night."

Waking up the next day, Han Ziqi found himself lying on the bed without taking a shower or changing clothes, and only then did he realize what it means to lose his temper after drinking.

As a result of drinking, he slept through half of the morning class.

After waking up, there was no one at home, so he answered Han Tingsong's call, "Are you awake?"

"Yeah." Han Ziqi rubbed his hair, inexplicably guilty.

"Do you still dare to drink in the future?" The other party was obviously laughing.

Han Ziqi was upset, and said coldly, "What does it have to do with you?"

"Hey, kid, you're starting to turn your face and deny people now!" Han Tingsong gloated, "Have you forgotten what you said last night?"

Han Ziqi's back felt cold, "I, what did I say?"

"Some people put their arms around my neck last night and refused to let go, desperately calling for brother, Brother Ting Song, can you stay with me, brother, don't go..."

Han Ziqi didn't have the face to listen to what was said later, and hung up the phone angrily.

Whoever drinks again is a fool.

But, did you really say that?

Han Ziqi lay down on the desk in disgust, his ears burning hot.

Why can't you keep your mouth shut.

annoying.

When Han Ziqi arrived at school in the afternoon, it was rare to see that Chang Qi was not as noisy as before, nor was he lying on the table to sleep, and he memorized with a book of English vocabulary abnormally.

"Marshal Han, what do you read?" Chang Qi took out the book and put it in front of him.

"embrace."

"Oh." Chang Qi said to himself and read it three times.

It has been a week since he and Li Zeran ran away from home. Chang Qi's family came to him twice, but he refused to go home because of Li Zeran.

Chang Qi's parents even threatened him not to give him pocket money, but he did not compromise.

When the preparatory bell rang, Chang Qi took back the English book, "Dashuai Han, do you have any part-time jobs suitable for me?"

"Do you want to work part-time?"

"It's less than a year before the college entrance examination, and I have to carry it with that little guy." Chang Qi was rarely serious.

"You really don't plan to go home?"

"Do you think I look like I'm joking?" Chang Qi was serious, "I've done such an amazing thing in my life, and I will never give up."

Han Ziqi had done a lot of part-time jobs before, but there were too many types of tutors. With Chang Qi's current achievements, it was not realistic.

He took out a pen and wrote a series of phone numbers for him, "This is the phone number of the owner of the convenience store downstairs. He may not be on duty at night, so you can ask."

Chang Qi put away the phone number, "Okay, thank you brother."

"If you need help, just ask me." Han Ziqi worried.

Chang Qi waved his hand, "Don't underestimate me, although I am not as good as you, but there is still that little guy, we can carry everything together."

Han Ziqi pursed his lips and looked at him.

"Okay, don't be bitter and hateful, you should explain this problem to me." Chang Qi pushed a math exercise book over, "I not only have to work hard now, I also have to work hard. Learning, now I can't rely on my father, I can only rely on my ingenuity."

Han Ziqi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Okay, go for it."

Two days before the final exam, just in time for the weekend.After breakfast, Han Ziqi went back to his room to review the subjects for the next two days' exams.

There was laughter one after another in the living room, even if the bedroom door was closed, the noise of the two in the living room could not be blocked.

After being interrupted three times by laughter, Han Ziqi finally couldn't take it anymore, opened the door and walked out.

"What the hell are you two doing?"

The two big men in front of them were sitting side by side on the soft blanket beside the coffee table, holding game controllers in their hands, having a great time playing.

Han Ziqi looked at the TV screen connected to the game. It was a racing game.It seems that this round has just ended, and the two choose their favorite car models and styles to assemble.

"Do you want to be together?" Han Tingsong said while propping up his arms.

"Brother, come quickly, this is so fun and exciting!" Han Sijun said, put down the handle, got up and pulled him to the coffee table.

Han Ziqi sat on the leather sofa behind them, supporting the sofa seat with both hands.

Han Tingsong handed him the handle, "Come on, play with me."

Han Ziqi buried his hands in the gap of the sofa and didn't answer, "I don't know how to play this."

"Then come down, I'll teach you." Han Ting hooked his hands loosely, motioning him to sit down together.

Han Ziqi glanced at the seat in front of the coffee table, his brother and Han Tingsong sat there side by side, the seat was already full, and it was impossible for a third person to sit down.

"It's so crowded, how can I sit?"

Han Tingsong moved his body back, vacating the space in front of him to the tea table for him, "Sit here."

The width from the coffee table to the sofa is very large, but if two people are sitting there one behind the other, they may have to stick together.

Han Ziqi rubbed his fingertips, looking at the position in front of the man.

"Come?" Han Tingsong urged again.

Han Ziqi stood up and sat down as promised, his back straightened, but he still tried to hide his nervousness.

Han Tingsong held the game controller in his left hand, and passed it through Han Ziqi's waist naturally, and put both hands on the controller, "A on the right is the accelerator, B is the brake, and the joystick controls the direction."

Han Tingsong pressed his chest against his back and kept hugging his waist one by one. His voice sounded close to his ears, explaining the operation method to him earnestly.

"Do you understand?" Han Tingsong asked after finishing speaking.

"Not...not yet." Every inch of Han Ziqi's skin was numb after being touched by the other party, "Say it again."

Even after the first time, Han Ziqi had already clearly remembered the functions of these keys, but because of selfishness, he asked the other party to repeat it several times.

It wasn't until Han Ziqi was really embarrassed to say no that he nodded obediently.

"That's fine, you and your brother have a game." Han Ting let go of the hand holding the handle with him, and was about to get up.

"Wait." Han Ziqi subconsciously grasped the man's wrist, and quickly released it in a second, "Why don't you play a game with me, I'm afraid I'll forget when I get nervous."

Han Ting paused on the spot, rubbed his hair, then sat back, "Okay."

"Before the start of each game, you can choose your favorite model, and you can also modify it." Han Tingsong was extremely patient, "Do you have a favorite model?"

"The last time I went to Sanya, the one you drove was pretty good."

"Really? I like it too." Han Tingsong said, "I'm still worried that you might think it's too cool and don't like it."

Han Tingsong pressed the handle, "Then let's transform it into something like that."

After the car was remodeled, Han Tingsong first asked Han Sijun beside him, "Brother Jun, are you ready?"

"Yeah, okay!" Han Sijun shook his legs and said excitedly: "I must win the championship this time! The first generation of car god is me!"

The man turned his head and his lips just touched the tip of his ear, "And you, are you ready?"

Han Ziqi held the game controller, his hands were wrapped in Han Tingsong's palms, his throat became dry from tension, and he nodded.

Game start.

This kind of racing game may be due to Han Sijun's innate talent, or the remaining two people are affected by other factors and are too absent-minded.

Five minutes later, Han Sijun won the game with an absolute advantage.

"Yo ho! You won!" Han Sijun jumped excitedly, turned around and saw Han Ziqi who was hugged by Han Tingsong in front of him, "Brother, are you so hot? Don't squeeze together, it's too hot !"

Han Sijun moved his body to one side, "Brother, sit here, it's so cool to sit here."

Han Ting let go of the boy's hand, leaned back slightly, put his palm on the carpet and asked him, "Is it hot, do you want to sit there?"

With the back from Han Tingsong's chest, with a gust of cool air from the air conditioner, Han Ziqi subconsciously pressed the button of the handle with his fingertips, "No...it's not too hot, just, it's okay like this."

Han Tingsong laughed softly, rubbed his hair, and said to Han Sijun: "That's okay, I don't believe Brother Jun comes again, can the strength of the two of us still beat you, the car god? "

"Let the horse come here! I am the peerless charioteer!" Han Sijun waved his arms, full of energy.

The morning before the final exam, which was supposed to be used for review, turned into an exciting and unforgettable game.

Playing games is more interesting than studying.

Han Ziqi regretted that he found out too late.

The final exam is over, and before the hottest summer comes, the teenager will also usher in the last summer vacation of middle school.

And after the summer vacation comes, there will be a more important day.

Han Tingsong's birthday is coming.

The so-called birthday is the date on the ID card that Han Ziqi randomly made up for him, July No. 15.

Except when Han Ziqi drew greeting cards when his parents and elder brother celebrated their birthdays when he was very young, he never gave any birthday presents.

Han Ziqi, who is not good at giving gifts, can only consult the people around him.

On the first day after the final exam, Han Ziqi was invited by Chang Qi to come to the library.

After explaining a big probability question to Chang Qi, Han Ziqi asked, "Did you give Li Zeran a present on his birthday?"

Chang Qi bit the tip of the pen, still thinking about the current question, "Give it up."

"What did you send?"

"Send it..." Chang Qi paused, then looked up at him, "Why are you asking this?"

"It's nothing, just ask casually." Han Ziqi pretended not to care.

"Just ask, Marshal Han, you are obviously abnormal, who are you giving a birthday present to?" Chang Qi rolled his eyes, "Let me guess, your brother's birthday has passed, and so has mine. You don’t know how to give it to others, after all, you haven’t even given me a birthday present.”

Chang Qi stared at him with wide eyes, "Could it be that you want to give Teacher Han a birthday present?"

Han Ziqi lowered his head and rubbed the tip of his nose, "That's right... After all, he sent me off before, so I don't really like to owe favors."

"I'll wipe it, come here and let me have a look." Chang Qi looked like a great fortune teller, "Look at your guilty and evasive eyes now."

Chang Qi had a deep meaning, "Marshal Han, you don't... like Mr. Han, do you?"

Han Ziqi choked on the other party's words and coughed for a long time before he could reply.

"All right, all right, I'm just kidding." Chang Qi said, "I know it's impossible for you to like men, or you wouldn't be so bored with Fang Wenyu."

"But let me tell you, the feeling of being bent is really cool, I am happy every day now." Chang Qi is complacent, "That little guy makes me very happy every day."

"Psychopathy." Han Ziqi's ears were red all the way to his neck.

The careless Chang Qi didn't notice his abnormality at all, and waved his hands, "Forget it, it's useless to tell you these things, you, a straight man, will never understand."

Han Ziqi: "..."

If there is no result to ask Chang Qi, he can only find another way.

After returning from the library, Han Ziqi boarded the live broadcast room.

"Date???"

"Is it a boyfriend? Why is it online at this time."

"Don't you have to wait for the school to release the grades and upload the transcripts before you can log into the account?"

"Could it be that they all registered indiscriminately?"

"That's not right, the account is blocked, even if you are a student god, you can't log in, right?"

"Fuck, the number has been stolen? I'll report it."

"No." Han Ziqi's voice sounded in the live broadcast room, "It's me."

"Hey? I'm going, it's really a date, but what's the situation, your school's grades come out so early?"

"Or is there a bug in the system?"

"No, I guess my boyfriend misses me."

"The one just now, please wake up quickly and treat your illness."

There are regulations on the platform that if you don’t upload your results, you won’t be allowed to broadcast live, but if you have special reasons, you can apply. The process is very simple, “I have a few questions I want to ask you.”

"?"

"Question? Ask?"

"Date, wait, I'll call my grandfather who teaches at Tsinghua University first."

"Zai Zai, my family hasn't had any college students yet, just wait for me, why don't you ask this question for two years, and wait until I'm admitted to college?"

"I'm going to retire first, this is not an activity that scumbags should participate in."

"It's not a study problem."

"Not... study? What is that?"

"Could it be feelings?"

"Date is enlightened again?"

"However, no matter how enlightened you are, you are still a piece of wood emotionally."

"I imagined that even if Date is handsome, I probably won't be with him forever. After all, he is so cold, and when he gets old and ugly, he will have nothing. It's better to find an interesting soul. "

"Speaking of which, it's better to learn from God. She has a pleasant personality and is gentle with others."

"Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo(oooooooooooooooooooloo

Han Ziqi looked at the netizen's barrage, and suddenly felt uncomfortable, "Is my personality bad?"

"Will people not like it?"

"..."

"?"

"There may be something wrong with my ears. I heard something strange. I'll come back after I wash my ears."

"I wish I heard a strange topic too?"

"Date is really you?"

"Okay, I've cleaned my ears, you can say the date."

"Do you all hate my character?"

"I rub it, is it true?"

"Do I need to wash my ears again?"

"Oh, it's all because you don't pay attention to what you say, and you keep talking nonsense because you think the date doesn't care. Look, it's hurting the child now."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu my dear."

"Sorry date, don't take it seriously. I just said it casually. If you are willing to be with me, I will not refuse you. I believe you are handsome even when you are old."

"Pfft, what kind of dream are you dreaming about, young lady up there?"

"Actually not. It's just a little cold. This is your personality. People who like it will naturally like it. In fact, you don't have to change it deliberately."

"Yes, yes, there is no need to change your personality just because of what others say."

"So, is this the question you want to ask us?"

"No, it's something else."

"What what? Come on, what's going on with the sudden anticipation?"

"+1 Say it quickly, look forward to it!"

"I have a friend whose friend's friend recently had a birthday."

"Oh, I have a friend, ok, we got it."

"Well, I understand, everyone understands, what happens next?"

"Wait, wait, don't talk, let me talk!"

"Date, you should know that there is no such thing as a free lunch. If you beg us for help, do you need to give us some favors?"

"Pfft, that's it! So many of us help you brainstorm."

"Ahahaha, you guys are really talented, that is, you want benefits!"

Han Ziqi didn't know why he was threatened by a group of netizens now.

"What benefits do you want?"

"Show your face!"

"Yes!"

"Show your face and add one!"

Han Ziqi didn't reply for a long time, he was flipping over the camera at the bottom of the box.

"Where's the date person?"

"It's over, I was scared away."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

"It's all your fault! What nonsense."

"It's over, I don't look forward to his appearance anymore, how ugly is it to be so repulsive."

"Date, it's okay if we don't look at the face, even if we look at the neck. The neck can't be too ugly, after all, the hands are pretty."

"Yes, yes, look at the neck, can you just show the neck?"

After Han Ziqi installed the camera, he saw the netizen's message, put on the earphones and replied, "Okay, then the neck."

"?"

"agreed?"

"Grass! I feel bad."

Han Ziqi turned on the camera, and a boy in a white cotton T-shirt with his arms around a smooth fair neck appeared in front of the camera.

"Grass……"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I'm gone!"

"Damn the neck, if it's not for a handsome face, I'm going to die!"

"Date!!! Marry me!!!"

"So, can you answer my question?"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

"Yeah, honesty is the first thing in life, the master of confusion has already prepared for the date."

"My friend doesn't know what gift to give him."

"What kind of friend?"

"Is it the kind of friend you really like?"

"At the time of this friend's birthday, his friend gave him a gift that he liked very much, so he also wanted to return one."

"But this friend has never given a gift to anyone before, so I don't know much about it."

"Oh, how old is this friend? What's the gender?"

"Male, over 20 years old."

"What are your hobbies?"

"It seems to be nothing." Speaking of this, Han Ziqi realized that he didn't know that man well.

"Is it a very close friend? Will it be close enough to become a lover one day?"

Such a topic made Han Ziqi startled, and suddenly he didn't know how to answer.

"I don't know." Han Ziqi's tone suddenly turned cold.

"A man in his 20s usually has a stable income. You are a high school student, and you have financial difficulties. I suggest not to buy ready-made things. If they are cheap, they will drop in price, and if they are expensive, you can't afford them. It is better to make some small ones yourself. Gifts, it also seems that I have put my heart into it."

"Yes, yes, this is good. I especially like that kind of well-prepared little gift."

"What fits that?"

"I recently saw a very good music box maker. You can make up simple music according to your own preferences. The store will modify your ideas and finally compose a piece of music. There are many styles of music boxes, and you can customize them yourself. , and you can also draw and engrave by yourself.”

"Wow, that sounds really good."

"Here, here is the link, you can go and have a look. The owner of the store is very nice and enthusiastic."

Han Ziqi clicked on the link and browsed through it. It was indeed, as the netizen said, the most suitable gift he had seen so far.

But the process of making gifts is more complicated than he imagined, especially when he participates in the production of music.

Han Ziqi has never studied music theory, and he is not good at these things. He only knows simple notes.

The owner, Su Sen, is a freelance musician, and he is rarely interested in this job.

The two added WeChat to each other. In order to compose his favorite song, Han Ziqi chatted with Su Sen almost every day.

Su Sen was very patient and took the trouble to teach him music theory knowledge from the basics. If the words were unclear, Su Sen would call him.

Han Ziqi was originally not good at talking with people, and he would be laughed at by the other party in the first few phone calls, but with too many calls, Han Ziqi gradually got used to this way of getting along.

Su Sen said to him, "Music is alive, and it can also convey love and emotion."

"Those secrets that you are ashamed to express and dare not reveal to the public can all be expressed to those you like, care about, and cherish through music."

Han Ziqi hid his selfishness and hoped that after this birthday, he would be different from that person.I pray that everything can have a new start, and some relationships can develop in the direction he expects.

He didn't want to wait any longer.

Because of his past experience, he never expected the future before. He didn't know when, every day he began to look forward to the arrival of the next day.

Missing is no longer a person's future.

"What are you doing?" Han Tingsong's voice came from beside him.

Han Ziqi hurriedly regained his senses, dimmed the phone screen, and hid behind him, "No, it's nothing."

"Why have you become an Internet addicted teenager recently, holding your mobile phone all day long." Han Tingsong said with a smile, "Are you addicted to games or online dating?"

"Crazy." Han Ziqi turned around and ignored him.

In order to compose his favorite tune, Han Ziqi forgot to sleep and eat, and gradually entered the music circle from a layman.

On the day when the final exam results came out, Han Ziqi received an email from Su Sen.

It is the finished product of the koji.

Han Ziqi opened the compressed mail package and put on his earphones.

When the melodious prelude came from his ears, he suddenly understood what Su Sen said. This piece of music was not only given life, but even closely connected with his heartbeat.

Every beating rhythm can remind him of the moment that made his heart beat faster, every minute and every second, he clearly remembers it, and will never forget it.

Those are all the looks he likes.

"Hey, Marshal Han, do you want to play in the Chamber of Secrets tomorrow?"

"No." Han Ziqi wore earphones and didn't look up.

"I just said he won't go, and it's useless to ask." Chang Qi said to the classmate at the front table: "Hey Lao Lin, call the girl you like tomorrow too. The secret room is dark and scary, so I can just take the opportunity to chat with her." A hug or something."

"That's right, I heard people say that going to the Chamber of Secrets is the best way to enhance your relationship."

Han Ziqi took off his earphones, "Can I take someone with me?"

"Ah?" The two boys beside him were taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously replied, "Yes, yes."

"What time tomorrow?"

"Two o'clock in the afternoon."

"Okay, I'll go."

other people:?

The author has something to say: As we all know, the Chamber of Secrets is a happy place that makes people blush and heartbeat!

Reserve a high-ranking classmate Xiao Han who is frequently attacking.

I really like the plot of the chamber of secrets, I hope you like it too, eh~