Heart distance

Han Ziqi clearly saw that the man's hand holding the doorknob tightened.

Han Tingsong turned around to look at him, with the lollipop he gave him still in his mouth, raised his brow slightly, "Okay!"

"But you can only sleep in the living room." Han Ziqi added, "I can buy you a bed another day."

"No problem." Han Tingsong still didn't let go of the corner of his mouth, walked over and sat back on the sofa, resting his chin and said leisurely: "However, why did you suddenly find out with conscience."

"My brother likes you."

"Oh, it's just that your brother likes it?"

"When I'm not around, you can still help take care of him." Han Ziqi glanced at the corner of his injured mouth.

"So you hired a male nanny for your brother?" Han Tingsong was not angry at all, his eyes still stayed on him.

Han Ziqi was annoyed by the other party's gaze, so he turned around to avoid his gaze, "You can think what you want."

"Then don't you think it's a bit of a disadvantage to let such a handsome man just be a babysitter?" Seeing that he didn't care, Han Tingsong deliberately moved halfway closer, "You can develop some new functions, after all, you are raising me now .”

Han Ziqi turned his back to him, and could hardly see the distance between the two of them.But the strong aroma of strawberry candy radiating from his body seemed to imply that he was only a few feet away from each other.

"I do it to survive..." Han Tingsong's voice was unabashedly provocative, "Maybe I will compromise with you."

"Crazy!" Han Ziqi, who was forced to the end of the sofa step by step, couldn't stand it anymore, left the living room without looking back.

Even before closing the door, he could still hear the other party's annoying teasing, "Think about it, kid, it's not for nothing anyway."

Han Ting put his arms casually on the back of the sofa, and looked at the closed door leisurely, "I can't help being amused that he ran away so quickly."

However, before he had time to savor the fun just now, he saw Han Ziqi walking out with a medicine box.

Han Ziqi remained expressionless, and sat aside with an orderly tone, "Come here."

Han Tingsong didn't ask the reason, got up and sat down, the two kept a body distance.

"Take out the sugar." Han Ziqi said.

Han Tingsong obeyed and pulled out the lollipop in his mouth.

Han Ziqi opened the medicine box, worried that he would hurt him, so he just dipped some iodine on a cotton swab.

Han Tingsong slightly pursed the corners of his mouth, and sat motionless at the side, waiting for someone to treat the wound.

Han Ziqi hadn't known this person for long, but he had already figured out his routine.As long as you ignore him, the other party will not make progress.

Although the man still focused all his eyes on him, as long as Han Ziqi didn't pay attention, he would never be upset.

"Have you had a tetanus?" Han Ziqi found another topic.

"No." Han Tingsong said: "It's a prescription drug, I can't register without an ID card."

After painting the wound, Han Ziqi threw the cotton swab into the trash can, "It's ok."

"Is it still one step away?"

"What?" Han Ziqi subconsciously met the man's gaze.

Han Tingsong put one palm on the soft fabric sofa, because of his strength, the whole sofa tilted towards the direction of his force.Han Ziqi, who was sitting at the other end of the sofa, was also forced to move slightly closer to the man's side with inertia.

Han Tingsong pointed to the injured corner of his mouth, "It hasn't blown yet."

The man moved closer to him again, with a sweet smell of strawberries, "It's a big deal, this time it's not your seduction."

"I'm sick!" Han Ziqi got up from the sofa in a panic, and quickly fled back to his room.

After closing the door, he pressed his back against the door panel of the bedroom, took out the mirror he bought in the store today, and looked at his ears with a guilty conscience.

But at the moment when he looked in the mirror, he realized what it means to have nothing to love in life, and he was so frustrated that his arms dropped down with the mirror.

Red again.

annoying.

Han Ziqi put the mirror back in the drawer and took out his phone to check the time.

Turn on the computer and board the live broadcast room.

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooows

"Date has not been active in work recently, so I will criticize by name."

"Is my baby very busy recently? Why are you so late these two days? You used to be super punctual."

"Is it too much academic pressure?"

"Are you stupid at the top? Look at the way he writes questions all day long, like a person under study pressure? Date is what the ancients commonly called "other people's children""

"Wait... I suddenly had a bad idea, could it be...? No, I don't believe it, it's absolutely impossible!!"

"What, what is it? Don't say anything halfway!"

"qwq I don't believe it, it's impossible!! Absolutely!"

"What are you talking about? Do you know a secret?"

"What are you guys talking about here? In the time you're talking about, Date has already done half an English test. A waste of youth!"

Since he bought the camera, Han Ziqi would switch the camera to the interface where he was doing the questions during the last few live broadcasts.

"But I still want to know what's going on with Zai Zai recently, why it's so late every time!"

"Want to know +10086."

"Aren't you stupid? It's obvious that you have a girlfriend."

"?!!!"

"Impossible, I don't believe it, Date will never have a girlfriend."

"Date is so handsome, he doesn't need a girlfriend, it's enough for him to be beautiful alone!"

"Date, don't do it, come out and say something, look at the screen!"

"Hurry up! Date tell mom, do you have a puppy love, don't lie to mom!"

After finishing the multiple-choice questions on the first side of the English test paper, Han Ziqi was about to turn to the next side, and glanced up at the screen.

Seeing the strange questions on the screen, he was inexplicably upset, and subconsciously replied, "I didn't have a girlfriend."

"?"

"..."

"???!!!"

"Date, you actually replied? Do you know what is 300 taels of silver here?"

"Crap! Date, are you really fucking in a relationship?"

Han Ziqi became more and more irritable, "No, I didn't talk about it."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

"There are no girls." Han Ziqi was so annoyed by the barrage that filled the screen that he couldn't answer the question at all.

"There are no girls, so there are boys? Damn, what the hell did I find!"

"Hey, I'll go. Date is anxious now, just like when my partner was angry with me."

"He's in a hurry, he's in a hurry, he's in a hurry, you can see that his hand holding the pen is so anxious, it hits the spot. Fuck, no wonder I usually think he's lustful, but he likes men fucking!"

"1551 lost love, completely lost love, do I have a chance besides sex reassignment surgery?"

"Date's mother supports you, as long as you like it, don't care about other people's eyes, we will be together for a hundred years, I wish you happiness!"

"Why is the camera black? What about the hand? What about the beautiful hand!"

"Camera off?"

"Damn, it's all because you have to hold on to it. Date finally showed his hand, and now it's gone! Now it's all right, it's far away from him showing his face."

"It won't be aired today, but it will be added tomorrow." Han Ziqi directly exited the studio.

After turning off the computer, Han Ziqi was still sitting in front of the desk, the monitor reflecting a faint blue light.

He doesn't even know what's wrong with him, it's obviously nothing, but he is inexplicably flustered and guilty, as if he's afraid that someone will reveal some secrets that he didn't realize.

On Saturday morning, when Han Ziqi woke up, Han Tingsong was cooking breakfast with his brother in the kitchen.

He took a sip of the warm milk at the dining table, and followed his gaze.

In the kitchen, two men stood side by side by the stove, tossing something in full swing.

Both of them were wearing light-colored casual home clothes, Han Tingsong was slightly taller than his brother, and his brother was a little fatter than him.

Han Ziqi remembers that six years ago, when his brother was still healthy, he was a good cook and a positive person, with strict body control, insisted on exercising every day, and ate a reasonable diet.

But when I was a child, I only liked to drink Coke, and was often disciplined by my brother, forced to replace Coke with milk.

Now the sick elder brother no longer remembers himself who loves to exercise, but he still remembers the Coke he loves to drink.

If that accident hadn't happened, then his brother now...

"What do you think, brother?" Han Sijun held a plate and waved it happily in front of him.

Han Ziqi loosened his grip on the milk cup, "It's nothing, the meal is ready?"

Han Sijun put the plate on the table, "This is sugar cake made by brother Ting Song, applaud!"

Han Ziqi looked down at the scorched cake and pushed it aside, "Is there anything else?"

"Try it for the sake of saving face." Han Tingsong said, picked up a piece of cake and bit into it by himself, "Actually, it tastes pretty good."

"Yes, yes, it's delicious." Han Sijun picked up a piece of cake and put it near his mouth, "Brother, eat it, why don't you eat it."

The sugar cake just out of the pan, with the aftermath of the oven and a faint sweet smell of brown sugar, came in along the tip of Han Ziqi's nose.He didn't want to spoil his brother's interest, so he took a bite of the cake.

"It's unpalatable."

But not particularly unpalatable.

Han Tingsong snatched the brown sugar cake from his hand, and bit down on the area he had just passed, "Don't eat it if it's unpalatable."

Han Ziqi watched helplessly as the other party ate all the sugar cakes, his Adam's apple slipped around unconsciously, picked up the milk on the table, and drank it all in one gulp.

"By the way, are you going to play soon?" Han Tingsong didn't notice anything unusual about him.

"No." Han Ziqi didn't even hesitate.

"That's fine." Han Tingsong turned his arms around Han Sijun's shoulders, "Then let's go and eat KFC at noon."

"Go by yourself, don't take my brother." Han Ziqi said sarcastically.

"Ah?" The brown sugar cake in Han Sijun's hand was no longer sweet, and his face was pulled down, extremely aggrieved, "I don't want it, I want to go, I want to play!"

Han Sijun rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand and began to cry, "My brother is not good to me, my brother is bad, and my brother won't let me go out to play. My brother is so sad and uncomfortable."

Han Ziqi pressed his forehead and felt a headache, "Okay, go."

"I'll go clean up and go with you." Han Ziqi ignored the two of them and walked into the house by himself.

"Didn't you say you won't go?" Han Tingsong smiled from ear to ear, and said to the closed bedroom door: "Obviously I want to go, but I still insist on denying it, my words are duplicity."

The trick succeeded, Han Tingsong approached Han Sijun triumphantly, and said softly: "How about it, my method will work."

"Yeah!" Han Sijun smiled more happily than he did, and nodded obediently.

"But the skill of pretending to cry must not be used indiscriminately. To be honest, it has been sealed by me with magic power, and only I can unseal it." Han Tingsong was suspicious, "If you use it blindly, I'm afraid you will deviate from the rules and go crazy. Understand ?"

"Yeah." Han Sijun was extremely devout, nodding desperately, "Observe!"

Han Ziqi was already standing there behind the two of them without noticing it, listening to the whole story of "Desperation".

He clenched his fists tightly, furious.

The author has something to say:

After a calculation, my brother and the "male nanny" are afraid that they will go through a catastrophe.