Heart distance

Lu Tinglan's fingertips holding the contract trembled slightly. After a pause for two seconds, he said expressionlessly, "I don't know."

"That's right, that's a pity." Ling Ran turned around, deliberately looking at the other person's expression, "That kid is from the same school as Xiaoduo, and it is said that he is the top scorer in the college entrance examination of Hunan University this year, and ah..."

Ling Ran walked up to Lu Tinglan's side, tapped the table in front of him again and again with his fingertips, and said meaningfully: "That kid looks special...fun."

"I don't know why, the first time I saw him, I had the urge to buy him and send him to your bed." Ling Ran sat on the chair beside the hospital bed, staring intently at every one of his words. expression.

The palms holding the pen tightly couldn't hide the calmness on the surface. Lu Tinglan raised his eyes and looked at Ling Ran, and said coldly, "Mr. Ling, he is just an ordinary college student, and he forgot you to hold your hands high."

"Yo, a person who has always been indifferent and ruthless actually found out his conscience?" Ling Ran hugged his shoulders and laughed, "Boss Lu, there are thousands of college students all over the world, why do you care which one I am interested in?"

The veins on Lu Tinglan's forehead popped up, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Let's go." Ling Ran stood up, shaking his wavy hair, "I'm going to pick up Xiaoduo for lunch, you can take care of yourself."

After Ling Ran left, Lu Tinglan still maintained his original posture.No matter how deeply he took a breath, he couldn't regain his composure until he broke the signature pen he was holding tightly with one hand.

A week later, Lu Tinglan was discharged from the hospital. The doctor specially told him to pay attention to rest and eat regularly.

Lu Tinglan returned to the villa where he lived, just sat on the sofa,

Situ Jing asked someone to bring a box, and directed, "Put these all in front of Mr. Lu, and let him taste them one by one."

"What is this?" Lu Tinglan took off his suit jacket and put it on the back of the sofa.

"Your old man personally ordered the astragalus beef tripe soup." Situ Jing sat down on the other side of the sofa, crossing his legs.

The assistant took out various soup bowls in different thermal insulation packages and placed them in front of Lu Tinglan one by one.

Situ Jing stretched out his arms, "Come on, open all the lids."

"In order to help you do this, I called all the people in the housekeeping company who can make this soup." Situ Jing picked up a spoon and handed it to him, "Come on, don't stand still."

Dozens of soups came rushing towards us with hot steam. Lu Tinglan scooped up a spoonful of soup within the nearest range, took a sip, and then poured the rest of the spoon into the disposable paper cup next to him.

"Why, it doesn't taste good?" Situ Jing also scooped up a spoonful, "It's not bad, it's very fresh."

"The seasoning is too strong." Lu Tinglan was dissatisfied.

"You're used to it." Situ Jing drank another spoonful, "It's okay, there's too much, keep drinking."

Lu Tinglan scooped up another thermos bowl, frowning.

"What's the matter, how can you not be satisfied with this?"

"Too salty." Lu Tinglan went to drink another bowl.

"Chef Lu, how can this not work?" Situ Jing only felt that he was too picky.

"The tripe is old."

"All right, you continue."

Until Lu Tinglan tasted all the soup.

"What's the matter, let's choose. If it's decided, I'll find someone to arrange work." Situ Jing slumped on the sofa with his chin propped up.

"None." Lu Tinglan threw the spoon aside, leaned on the sofa, rubbed the center of his brows, and looked a little disappointed.

"Old Lu, are you sick? Do you have a diamond in your mouth or something? There are more than 30 copies and it's not enough for you to choose?" Situ Jing obviously didn't have that much patience, "Just ask someone to make a shit soup to see it What the hell, don't give me ink marks, choose one quickly."

"You think you are picking a wife, it's hard work!"

"I told you, take them all away." Lu Tinglan said in a tough tone, tugging at his tie angrily.

Situ Jing was not forgiving, but he knew Lu Tinglan too well. He knew that no one could change the latter's decision, and he also saw that Lu Tinglan's return was uncertain.

Lu Tinglan had just recovered from a serious illness, and he didn't want it to affect his mood, so he called his assistant, "It's alright, alright, let's take it all."

Two assistants came to the table and put the insulated soup bowls back into the box one by one.

"What is this?" Lu Tinglan glanced at the plastic box that had just been moved, and there was only an inconspicuous soup bowl left. It was made of plain color, and compared with other high-end packaging, it was unpretentious.

"Oh, some of this was sprinkled when it was delivered. I saw it was tattered and scattered everywhere. I didn't take it out because I was afraid it would stain your table." The assistant replied.

"Take it out." Lu Tinglan ordered.

"Yes." The assistant took out the soup bowl as he said, took out a piece of paper and wiped the sides and bottom of the bowl clean before placing it in front of Lu Tinglan.

The lid of the soup was not tightly closed during delivery, and most of it was sprinkled.After opening the lid, there was no heat, but the faint smell that gradually came in still made Lu Tinglan's breathing slightly stagnant.

He picked up the spoon, carefully scooped up a spoonful and put it to his mouth.

Lu Tinglan's throat felt astringent, and then he took another spoonful, two spoonfuls, three spoonfuls.

"Is this what you want?" Situ Jing sat up straight, and came over with a spoon, "Let me taste it, how delicious it is."

"Damn, it's cold." Situ Jing looked disgusted, "Do you know that after this thing is cold, it will be very fishy? It's still so bland, it's so hard to drink."

The cooled soup was indeed a little fishy and slightly different in taste, but it was closest to the taste in Lu Tinglan's heart.

"Contact this person, and I can go to work tomorrow." Lu Tinglan said.

"Yo, it's so refreshing this time." Situ Jing raised his eyebrows, "Is it settled?"

"Yeah." Lu Tinglan handed the soup bowl to the assistant, "Heat it up for me."

"Okay, then I'll send someone to arrange it." Situ Jing solved a big problem, relaxed all over, and stretched himself, "By the way, do you need to meet him before going to work?"

"No need." Lu Tinglan didn't have time to spend on this kind of person.

"What about the recipe for tomorrow night, do you have any requests?"

"Just make a little more soup for today, and you can do anything else."

"Okay, then I will ask the assistant to give him the spare key tomorrow, and prepare dinner before you get home."

When Situ Jing said this, Lu Tinglan had already got up and went to the next door to answer the phone.

Situ Jing looked at the man walking away, and said with disdain, "Cut, workaholic."

Long hours of busy work and irregular diets made Lu Tinglan's stomach, which already had an old disease, more and more fragile.

During the hospitalization, the work that he was forced to take off did not relieve his mental burden except for his physical relaxation.

Lu Tinglan doesn't need to be idle. An idle life will make him think wildly and worry about gains and losses.

But tonight Lu Tinglan turned down the dinner, he just wanted to go home and drink a bowl of hot astragalus tripe soup.

In the early autumn evening, the setting sun shattered the purple-orange sky.

Lu Tinglan parked the car in front of the villa and subconsciously looked at the window.The warm energy-saving lamps in the kitchen are lit along the window sill, and through the frosted glass window, a busy figure can be vaguely seen.

He couldn't remember how long it had been, and he hadn't seen a home that smelled of fireworks.

As soon as the door was opened a crack, the faint fragrance from the kitchen could be smelled.Lu Tinglan took a deep breath, the smell always reminded him of those people and things that he could never let go of.

Lu Tinglan pushed open the door of the house, followed the scent, walked along the porch to the kitchen.

Standing at the door, Lu Tinglan's pupils shrank suddenly, and he couldn't move. The key ring that he hadn't put down in his hand fell off naturally along his fingertips.

Two meters away, a boy in an apron had a white and cool face, carrying the scent of strawberries blown by a gust of autumn wind.

The boy turned around and raised the corner of his mouth at him, "Long time no see."

Han Ziqi had fantasized about meeting him again countless times.Is it embarrassment, apprehension, haste or panic.

In the time of constantly adding hope and disappointment to himself, Han Ziqi really got a chance.As a result, he who received the news last night was so nervous that he couldn't sleep all night.

During the days when he was with him day and night, Han Ziqi had countless opportunities to express his heart to each other, but because of his stubborn duplicity, he missed it time and time again.

This time, he didn't want to regret anymore.

Some people, some things, always rely on your own hands to fight for.No one wants to be passively dominated forever, even if there is only one time, he wants to take the initiative once.

Lu Tinglan was shocked by the scene in front of him and remained speechless.

Han Ziqi turned off the fire, as if the two had never been apart, he picked up the dropped key and handed it to him, "Get ready to eat."

Lu Tinglan didn't speak from beginning to end, he took the key ring and went to the bathroom to wash his hands, then sat at the dining table.

In addition to a bowl of soup, there were two dishes of green vegetables and a bowl of porridge on the table, which were exactly the same as the dishes he had cooked for the first time.

Back then Lu Tinglan said that if Han Ziqi did it again, he would still eat it.

"Taste." Han Ziqi handed him the spoon.

Lu Tinglan paused slightly for taking the spoon with his fingertips, and slowly put it into his mouth.

"How?" Han Ziqi panicked. He knew that he would never be able to catch up with his brother's cooking skills, at least he hoped that the difference would not be too far.

"Ah."

This was the first sentence Lu Tinglan said to him after more than a year of separation.

Han Ziqi didn't know what Lu Tinglan had experienced that made him feel like a different person.Alienated and lonely, indifferent and ruthless, like a tool just to continue life.

Han Ziqi began to miss the former Han Tingsong, the Han Tingsong who was talkative and annoying, the Han Tingsong who bothered him and pestered him every day, made him angry and made him blush and heartbeat.

It's not this Lu Tinglan who is high above the top, rich in wealth, and rejects people thousands of miles away.

The people who had eaten the soup did not respond, so Han Ziqi could only stand aside dryly, at a loss for what to do.

Obviously organized countless languages ​​before, and obviously had a lot of questions to ask him, but after seeing him, he was so embarrassed that he couldn't say a word.

so stupid.

"Come with me." Lu Tinglan left a sentence and went upstairs first.

Han Ziqi came back to his senses and followed him to the room at the end of the second floor.

This is Lu Tinglan's bedroom. The man sat on a chair by the table and said to him who was hesitating at the door, "Come in."

Han Ziqi bit his lower lip and walked in as promised.

"Stretch out your hand." Lu Tinglan's tone was still impersonal.

"Ah?" Han Ziqi subconsciously pushed his hands back further.

"I said, hold out your hand."

"What...what are you doing?" Han Ziqi panicked, feeling like a lump in his throat.

"I don't want to say it a third time." Lu Tinglan said indifferently.

Han Ziqi obediently stretched out a hand.

"The other one." Lu Tinglan only glanced at the fingertips without looking up.

Han Ziqi followed his advice.

Lu Tinglan didn't speak, but the brows that were originally frowned were now more deeply frowned.

He took out a burn ointment from the drawer, squeezed out a little, dipped it on a medical cotton swab, and gently tapped it on Han Ziqi's burned wound.

Even though Han Ziqi had learned how to make soup from his brother, for him who had never been in the kitchen, without his brother's help, it would be a huge problem.

In order to make the closest taste, Han Ziqi stayed up all day long, even burned his hands many times, and after making countless failed products, he finally got a satisfactory result.

But Lu Tinglan in front of him was quite different from usual, he no longer joked with him, no longer intentionally teased him, and even refused to touch his hand.

"You shouldn't be here." Lu Tinglan couldn't guess the emotion in his calm tone, "I'll go back in a while, don't come here again."

"It's just my job. I want to earn money and take care of my brother." Han Ziqi was emotional and was about to withdraw his hand.

"Don't move around." Seeing him stop, Lu Tinglan subconsciously grabbed his arm, but realized something was wrong, so she quickly let go, and continued to use cotton swabs to help him smear the injured wound.

After applying it, Lu Tinglan put the ointment back in the drawer.

"You...won't you blow it off for me?" Han Ziqi probed, he remembered everything Lu Tinglan had said.

Lu Tinglan bent his fingertips and ignored the boy's words.

"You are not short of money, you don't need this job at all."

Han Ziqi took out a black bank card from his pocket and slapped it on the table, "It's missing now."

He didn't touch a cent of the huge deposit that Lu Tinglan left for him before he left.

"What do you mean?" Lu Tinglan looked up at him and questioned.

"I also really want to ask what you mean." Han Ziqi fought back without any timidity, "Excuse me, what is our relationship?"

Lu Tinglan was speechless with the juvenile's correct words.

"If in your heart, I am worthy of giving away [-] million RMB, then I have a lot to ask you." Han Ziqi sneered, "But obviously, you don't want to answer me."

"Then I will return the money to the original owner. Now we are just an ordinary employment relationship. You chose me and asked me to sign a one-month probationary contract. Even if you want to fire me, you can only wait for the probationary period to end."

"And I'm just trying to get a job right now, that's all."

"Finished?" Han Tingsong glanced at the time, "It's time for you to get off work."

"Okay, then I'll go back. What do you want to eat tomorrow, you can tell me the recipe."

"I've been away from home for the last two days, and I'll come back when you get better."

Two people who seem to have nothing to do with each other, speaking in a completely businesslike tone.

"Okay." Han Ziqi turned and left, and turned back when he reached the door.

"Anything else?"

He came to Lu Tinglan's side again, took out his watch, "I got it back from Chang Qi for you, and now it's back to its original owner."

"Also, thank you for paying such a high price to give me a gift."

Han Ziqi glanced at the watch, and then looked at the distance between them. The intimate relationship they had once seemed more and more ridiculous every minute and every second.

Now they are just strangers whom they met on the street corner and who can't greet each other.

"Wait." Lu Tinglan stopped him, "I'll ask the driver to take you back."

"Is the temperature of the air conditioner suitable? Do you need to turn it down a bit? Do you want to listen to the news or music?" Lu Tinglan's driver was full of enthusiasm, worried that Han Ziqi would be lonely, and kept looking for topics.

"That's good, thank you."

"Okay, if you have anything to say, just say it, Mr. Lu, please ask me to take good care of you."

"Thank you."

Why ask others to take care of you, but you can't do it yourself.

Han Ziqi sat in the back seat of the car with his heavy schoolbag in his arms, burying himself in a space where no one could notice.

The schoolbag was full of things that he planned to give to Lu Tinglan, including the gifts he had prepared over the years, and all the feelings he had never dared to say about that person.

After spending so much time and secretly preparing for such a long time, all expectations were turned into fragmented bubbles.

All the previous efforts were in vain the moment they left Lu Tinglan's house.

When will you be truly brave?

After the boy left, Lu Tinglan sat back at the dining table, pressing his lower abdomen, sweating on his forehead, irregular diet and working day and night, all of which would make his stomach disease recur.

But these are nothing, only when he thinks of that person, it will cause him unbearable pain and sleepless nights.

Lu Tinglan picked up a vegetable and put it in his mouth, the sweat left along the corner of his forehead couldn't stop the corner of his mouth from raising.

It's still unpalatable as always, but fortunately it's not salty anymore.

The porridge is not hard anymore, it is much better than before.

After eating, Lu Tinglan took a painkiller, and when the pain subsided completely, he called Situ Jing, "Where did you get the person who came to my house today?"

"Didn't you choose it yourself?" Situ Jing was surrounded by the deafening music from nightclubs, which gave Lu Tinglan a headache.

"I mean, where did you hire this guy?"

"Every major government company, don't worry, they are all certified to work, so they are safe and worry-free."

"It's not today."

"Impossible, I started from..." Situ Jing paused for two seconds, "Ah, then I know, the appointed one is the one that Boss Ling found."

"Ling Ran?" Lu Tinglan pressed his forehead.

She did it anyway.

"Yeah, just yesterday, the housekeeping staff put the prepared soup into my office, and Boss Ling also came over with a thermos bowl and stuffed it into the box."

"Fuck, I remembered what you said. I was on the phone at the time, so I forgot about it. The assistant who went to the contact person to work later was done by the assistant, and I didn't get involved."

Situ Jing panicked, "Damn it, is Boss Ling playing tricks on you to harm you? No way, what is she trying to do to you now?"

"She didn't hurt me. It's fine, I see." Lu Tinglan hung up the phone, restless.

Then he came to the bedroom and took out the old mobile phone from the drawer. The last call record was still a few months ago, and the red missed phone numbers that could not be slid at the fingertips were all from one person.

He then clicked on the WeChat news, and on the top top news, there were bits and pieces of the teenager over the years, and he had read each of them countless times.

Memorize it backwards and remember it in your heart.

until a new message pops up.

"Have you ever liked me?"

The author has something to say: It should be at nine o'clock at night. If I haven't finished finishing, it may be a little later, but it will definitely not exceed twelve o'clock, eh!

Baby, don't rush, there will be all the plots that should be there, Mr. Lu who should be crying to get back his boyfriend will cry sooner or later (bushi)

With the outline in hand, I have the world.

感谢在2021-08-0608:58:14~2021-08-0708:31:47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: Z&W 2 bottles;

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