Heart distance

Han Ziqi looked at the bloodshot corner of his mouth. If he didn't deal with it in time, it would be purple tomorrow.

"Me?" Hanting subconsciously touched his own scar, and then felt the pain and frowned, "I'm fine, just wash it in a while."

Han Ziqi didn't answer any more, looked at the time and said to his brother, "Are you hungry?"

"Yeah." Han Sijun nodded, picking up two chess pieces in his hand with a grievance on his face, "But I was too busy playing games, and I didn't cook. It's my brother's fault."

Han Ziqi smiled and said, "It's okay, I just went out to eat."

"Okay, okay." Han Sijun put down the chess pieces and clapped his hands happily, "Then I want to eat KFC and ice cream."

"That's fine." Saying that, Han Tingsong beside him stood up, "You guys eat, I'll go first if there's nothing else to do."

"Wait." Han Ziqi stopped him, "Let's go together."

When Han Ziqi came over with the dishes he ordered, Han Tingsong took his brother back to his seat after washing his hands.

Until now, he still doesn't know what the motives of this person are now, and what past he has experienced.But no matter what, within Han Ziqi's sight range, this man not only doesn't dislike his brother, but is even willing to spend time and energy to accompany him.

This alone makes him unwilling to classify Han Tingsong as a "bad person".

Han Ziqi handed the hamburger and ice cream to his brother's table, and searched in his pocket for a long time.

"Here." Han Tingsong handed him a pack of his usual disinfectant wipes, "I got it from your house before I left today."

"Thanks." Han Ziqi took it, took out a piece of French fries and wiped his hands three times before he was willing to pick up the French fries in front of him.

"It is said that people with a cleanliness have experienced something before." Han Tingsong squeezed ketchup on the lid of the Coke he just opened, "What about you, what have you experienced?"

Han Ziqi stared at the non-woven wipes in his hand that he had rubbed until dry, and was absent-minded for a moment.

"Did you fall into a cesspit when you were a child? Or did you play with your own poop?" Han Tingsong laughed, as if he was trying to draw him out of the unpleasant mood.

Han Ziqi couldn't eat the french fries in his hand, so he glanced at him, "I'm sick."

Han Sijun, who was sitting on the side of the Hanting pine, pinched his nose and frowned, with the sundae chocolate sauce hanging on his mouth, "You can't say that when you eat, it stinks, it stinks!"

"Okay, I was wrong, don't say anything." Han Ting smiled loosely, picked up the napkin on the table, and helped his brother wipe off the stains around his mouth. There was no trace of disgust in his eyes, "Then can you forgive me?" me?"

"Yeah." As he spoke, Han Sijun dug out a large piece of ice cream and put it in his mouth, "Brother Ting Song, eat it."

Han Tingsong looked at the ice cream full of chocolate sauce in front of him, and gently pushed Han Sijun's mouth, "You eat, I like strawberries."

Han Ziqi looked down at his box of strawberry sundae, picked it up and put it in front of Han Tingsong, "I haven't touched it."

Han Sijun was too full to eat, and the other two decided to accompany him to digest food, so they walked back along the road.

Han Sijun has no patience for walking, and can't wait to jump up and down after walking for a while.

This path is narrow and has not been repaired for some years, and the light poles beside the path have a dim luster.

When the three of them walked halfway, Han Sijun found a convenience store, ran over excitedly, squatted on the steps in front of the store and blew, then sat down and looked pitifully at Han Ziqi across the road.

"What does this mean?" Han Tingsong asked the people beside him blankly.

"I want candy."

The two walked up to Han Sijun side by side, and Han Ziqi took out a lollipop from his pocket and handed it to him, "I have some readymade today, so you don't need to buy them."

"Thank you, brother." Han Sijun accepted happily, with a beaming smile on his face.

"But what do you remember when you get home?"

"Brush your teeth!" Han Sijun had already stuffed the candy into his mouth.

"Why do you sit in front of the store if you want to eat sweets?" Han Tingsong obviously still didn't understand what was going on.

"My brother didn't know which kid in the community he learned from before. When he got angry, he ran out and went to the store closest to home to wait. He would go back obediently only after his family bought candy."

"So in his knowledge, as long as he sits here and waits, someone will pick him up and buy him sweets."

"Ah."

Han Tingsong looked at his brother dumbfounded, "So whenever he runs away from home, he will come here and wait for you to buy candy."

Han Ziqi nodded, "My brother is usually very obedient, but occasionally he will be willful and angry. I usually go to school and I can't accompany him 24 hours a day. So I made an agreement with him that even if I want to run, I can only wait for me at the convenience store."

"Then you have an idea." Han Tingsong couldn't help sighing, "It feels so good to be remembered."

His brother swallowed the sugar for a while, then took it out of his mouth and handed it to Han Tingsong, with a hint of reluctance in his eyes, "Brother Tingsong, eat it, I'm almost finished."

Han Tingsong's eyes fell on the orange wrapping paper that the other party hadn't had time to throw away, "You eat it, I don't like this flavor."

Han Ziqi rummaged in his pocket, took out a pink package and handed it to him, "Strawberry."

His behavior was obviously not within Han Tingsong's expectations, but the latter still said thank you, and held the round candy head of the lollipop, obviously deliberately avoiding touching his fingers.

After receiving the lollipop, Han Tingsong didn't open it, but played with the long paper stick with the lollipop on his fingertips.

When the three of them reached the head of the Magpie Bridge, Han Sijun stopped, stood between him and Han Tingsong, took the hands of the two of them, and walked forward swaggeringly.

"They say that if you walk across the bridge holding hands with the person you like, you will never be separated for the rest of your life!"

The remaining two were not willing to give up the pure expectation of the client, so they were just pulled forward by him.

Standing on his brother's left side, Han Tingsong poked his head out and asked Han Ziqi, "Is what your brother said true?"

"Ah."

It is the legend of Magpie Bridge.

But it's about couples.

Han Sijun usually works normally, but today he was tired, so he went back to his room early to sleep when he got home.

At this moment, only he and Han Tingsong are left in the living room.He glanced at the time, and according to him, it had been an hour since he started the live broadcast.

"That's fine, you should go to bed early too, I'm sorry for staying at your house for another day." Han Tingsong was still wearing his sports jacket, but it made him look younger.He took out the lollipop from his pocket, tore off the pink wrapper and stuffed it into his mouth, "Bye."

"Where are you going?"

"I haven't made up my mind yet, but I'm sure I won't sleep on the street." Han Tingsong put one hand on the doorknob, and waved his other hand away from him, "Let's go."

Then the man pushed open the door, with a straight and lonely back, as long as he took two more steps forward, he would disappear from his sight forever.

The days will return to the past, two o'clock and one line, calm and peaceful.

"Hello." Han Ziqi called to stop him.

The man didn't turn around, he clenched his hands and stood there, the door was still ajar.

The cool evening wind blew in along the corridor, carrying a faint mint fragrance that only belonged to this man.

"Do you want to stay?"