Serious warning to next door Husky neighbors

The doctor said to rest for a week, Chen Nansong is too leisurely these days, every afternoon he counts the palm prints with his fingers in boredom, and when he gets sleepy, he sleeps with his head up, tossing back and forth.

- beep

The mobile phone under his pillow was ringing, Chen Nansong turned over, risked breaking his hand, and made a difficult move. It took him a long time to reach it with his fingers. As soon as the call was connected, "Uncle!" Fei Le said into the microphone Yelling, yelling until Chen Nansong had gold stars in front of his eyes.

"What's wrong? You're home, how are you doing?" Chen Nansong stared at the ceiling above his head.

Fei Le deliberately raised his voice, "It's good." After a few seconds, he suddenly lowered his voice like a thief, "Uncle, please save me, and you can take it back. I do my homework every day and go to cram school. My mother took a fancy to a gourd silk blowing class yesterday, how can I live."

"Xiao Le! I haven't finished yet!" There was a clanging sound in the distance, probably Chen Xin was busy in the kitchen.

"What can I do?" Chen Nansong sat up and smirked.

"I have a solution!" Fei Le paused for two seconds, "You tell Mr. Zhou that I need to make up lessons, and I can go to your house every day. In the evening, you say that it's too late to study, and I won't go back. what do you think?"

Chen Nansong hummed and smiled, "No."

Originally, Zhou Qingyan and Zhou Qingyan didn't have much time to be together every day, and it was only during the night, what would he do when the kid came?Hide in the corner and sleep on the cold kang?

"What's wrong? I've asked Mr. Zhou, and he agreed." After Fei Le finished speaking, he had to turn around and shout to Chen Xin, "Uncle still has something to say, just wait a while."

"I have nothing to say, don't blame me." Chen Nansong rolled his eyes.

"Then it's settled!" Fei Le laughed silly and hung up the phone.

Chen Nansong lay on the bed and looked at the leaves outside the window for a long time. The temperature has dropped recently. His short sleeves have been washed and worn, and they are almost fading. These days, he is bored in the ward and has no time to go out. Chen Bei didn't even have enough clothes for himself.

Now that he can get out of bed and walk around by himself, he didn't let Chen Bei squat here all the time. He came over to deliver a meal at noon, and Zhou Qingyan came over to talk to him in the evening, that is, he was alone in the early morning. Panic.

Chen Nansong got up from the bed at the speed of a tortoise, took two steps and was stopped by someone, "Go for a walk, Xiaosong."

"Yeah." Chen Nansong turned his head and smiled at the old man in the next bed. This man is also very powerful. He was still driving motorcycle racing at a very old age, so he broke his leg, and now his foot was hanging in the air.

"Eat oranges?" He handed over a piece.

"Don't eat, I'll go out for a walk, and I'll be suffocated if I lie down again." Chen Nansong waved his hands, and walked towards the door.

The hospital has always been a crowded and messy place, with flustered family members, doctors pushing carts, nurses jogging, and of course people like Chen Nansong who are idle and flustered. His wound still hurts when he exerts all his strength. When I walked to the elevator, I was bumped again.

His back hit the wall and he staggered a few steps.The man had the inspection sheet in his hand, and he was probably too anxious, so he ran away without saying sorry.

He didn't use the elevator. He opened the door and walked down the stairs step by step. When he reached the first floor, the phone in his pocket rang again.

Chen Xin's phone call.

"Sister." Chen Nansong took a deep breath, it just rained yesterday, the air was still cold, and a gust of wind made him shiver.

"Nan Song, how is your health?" She asked, she was probably cooking next to her, and the oil pan was crackling.

"It's fine, I'll be discharged from the hospital the day after tomorrow." Chen Nansong walked along the path.

"How are you doing recently? Do you want to..."

"No need." Chen Nansong turned around but didn't find the chair, "I'll continue to take orders after these two days, and the deposit is still there."

He saw another guardrail under the big elm tree next to him, and it looked like he could sit on it for a while.

"That's fine, just call if you have anything to do." Chen Xin said, "By the way, Chinese New Year...Are you going back?"

"No." Chen Nansong is too fucking stupid to smoke now.

"Okay, then it's fine if you come to my place, then I'll hang up first." Chen Xin probably was about to prepare for dinner.

Chen Nansong hung up the phone and looked up at the leaves above. The rain hadn't dried off yet, and a drop fell on his face, so he wiped it with his hand.

"It seems that I have to take orders again, otherwise I will drink northwest wind in two days." Chen Nansong smiled.

He is mainly engaged in business procedures, and usually accepts orders. In recent years, he has moved to the community and added some new business, helping uncles and aunts deal with emotional problems. His emotions are messy, but he can make them up. Neighbors in the neighborhood gathered a few couples and came out.

The cold wind was blowing so hard that he couldn't bear it any longer. After shaking his body, he was about to stand up and go back to the ward to lie down. When he got up, someone pressed his shoulders again and blindfolded him, "Guess who I am?"

Chen Nansong laughed for a long time, and grabbed that wrist, "Are you absent from work today?"

"There's no class today." Zhou Qingyan stood up from behind, "It's not cold." He shook his hand, "It's frozen like this."

"Go back, I'm hungry when the wind blows." Chen Nansong stood up.

A piece of clothing was draped over him, and he was too familiar with that smell, Zhou Qingyan gave him a hug, "Hurry up, or you will have to forward it to the hot clinic again."

When they returned to the ward, the uncle was still eating, and the smell of rice filled the room made Chen Nansong's stomach growl twice.

"I bought some breakfast, it's probably a little cold." Zhou Qingyan moved a chair and put it in front of the bed, the porridge in the bag was still steaming, "Fortunately, it's still hot."

"Look if I've lost weight." Chen Nansong opened his hands and turned around.

Zhou Qingyan touched his waist, "It seems to be a little thinner."

"Yeah, I almost lost my sense of taste after eating light meals for the past two days." Chen Nansong sat on the bed and stirred the porridge twice, "The last time Chen Bei ate braised pork, my saliva was almost drooling."

Zhou Qingyan handed over the bun with a bun in his hand, "I'll let you eat it when you're discharged from the hospital, and buy a leg of lamb for you to chew on, and to sleep with."

Chen Nansong was still laughing when he lowered his head to drink the porridge, and almost choked, "I'll just hug you when I sleep."

Zhou Qingyan sat beside him with a smile and watched him eat quietly, and raised his hand to put the bag away when he was almost finished eating, "By the way, what's the situation with Chen Bei? Why did he run away from home? He's such an old man."

"He." Chen Nansong wiped his mouth, "He is a kid from a rich family who is making a fuss. He bought a car with the money his father asked him to invest in starting a business. His family probably exploded and kicked him out. "

"It's not once or twice, he's used to it." Chen Nansong said leaning on the bed.

"How do you know each other?" Zhou Qingyan raised his hand to close the window.

"His father and my family know each other." Chen Nan Songyu didn't blurt out, and it took a few seconds for him to react. Zhou Qingyan looked at him, "Are you the hidden rich second generation who is said to be driving a second-hand tractor?"

"No." Chen Nansong turned around and lay flat on the bed, "I haven't contacted my family since I was in college. I went back when I graduated and was almost beaten to death. Hey, as Chen Bei said, I came out without underwear .” He laughed to himself.

"And then?" Zhou Qingyan rubbed his hair twice with his hands.

"Then it's like this now." Chen Nansong spread his hands and smiled at him, "There's nothing, but I'm sick."

"Let's listen to it." Zhou Qingyan stared at him.

Chen Nansong was stunned for a long time.

Things that have to be said sooner or later, it's easier to say now.

"I can't control my emotions. My dad is, and so is my mother." Chen Nansong continued, "My bedroom wall is full of cracks. The dog downstairs ran away when it saw me. I was under too much mental pressure in high school and started to harm myself. Now, I don’t know who I’m punishing, anyway, it will make me feel less stressed.”

"My dad has a bad temper and has a strong desire to control, and my mother has a bad temper, plus me, fighting every day." Chen Nansong squeezed the small paper ball in his hand, "I moved out of the university completely, and I didn't want them For a penny, the coffee shop does everything from serving dishes to washing dishes."

"By the way, I'd like to make coffee, I'll make it for you next time." Chen Nansong suddenly turned around and interrupted a topic.

"Where did I just say, oh, yes." Chen Nansong patted his forehead, "I've graduated, I'm independent, I don't need them anymore, as for liking men, I should have a showdown. As a result, my dad threw a chair over and sent me to the intensive care unit."

Zhou Qingyan kept silent, just looked at him with his arms propped up.

Chen Nansong said: "I heard them say before I opened my eyes that if you want to be foolish with men in this life, kill me. In order not to be killed, I came out with my heavy savings , isn’t it very witty.” Chen Nansong looked at him with a playful smile.

"Yes." Zhou Qingyan nodded with dignity.

"Thirsty." Chen Nansong said with his head sideways.

Someone put a straw in the cup and placed it near his mouth. He drank a couple of sips, then turned his head and kissed Zhou Qingyan with his fingers.

Chen Nansong raised his head hoarsely, "Can I kiss you?"

"Yes, don't ask me, you can do whatever you want." Zhou Qingyan leaned over and kissed him on the lips a few times.

The bed was separated by a cloth, and the old man next to him was already snoring loudly. They had been entangled in this not-so-quiet environment for a long time.

"Let Chen Bei bring a coat over in the afternoon, it's getting cold," Zhou Qingyan said.

"I have no clothes." Chen Nansong smiled, stretched out his hand and rubbed his neck slowly a few times.

"Take mine." After Zhou Qingyan finished speaking, he bent down and kissed on the forehead, "Sleep for a while?"

"What are you sleeping for? It's a waste of time. I'll just look at you like this." Chen Nansong lay on his side and stared at Zhou Qingyan.

There seemed to be a little noise in the corridor, probably because of a small conflict, but no one responded.

"Pata!!"

There was a sudden sound of glass breaking, followed by a second and third sound, which woke up even the uncle who was sleeping in the next bed.

"What's the matter! What's the matter?" the uncle asked with confused eyes, but his feet were hung in the air and he couldn't move.

"I'll take a look." Zhou Qingyan watched the glass shards flying in from the door and closed the door.

"Don't worry about it." Chen Nansong grabbed his wrist.

He was afraid of that voice, just like a physiological reaction. Hearing this voice was not a habit, but resistance and fear.

It's okay for him to be pierced by glass, but he can't pierce others.

Zhou Qingyan supported his hand, "I'll just close the door."

"Okay." Chen Nansong let go of his hand.