Serious warning to next door Husky neighbors

Fei Le babbled to Chen Nansong a lot along the way, from entering the class to going to the toilet at noon, he also remembered clearly when he went to the toilet, swallowed halfway, and rested his chin on Chen Nansong's shoulder, "Why didn't you drive me?" That used tractor-like car?"

"That thing ignited spontaneously, and it's probably going to be scrapped. You said I've been using it for several years. Why does it start to smoke when you come here?" Chen Nansong said with his head tilted.

"It's a crime to blackmail a child." Fei Le licked a lollipop in the back seat, "What are you doing for dinner?"

"No cooking." As soon as Chen Nansong finished speaking, there was an obvious sound of exhalation from behind, and it seemed that the little brat was relieved, "What are you doing? Look down on me?"

"Oh, I didn't say you, Uncle, last time you ran to my house and insisted on making fish, but the blackened pot is still lying in the cupboard." Fei Le shook his feet twice, "The fish is probably also angry with you Dead, not even a whole body, burned black..."

"Shut up." Chen Nansong interrupted him, and smiled, "I just happen to be going out today, and I don't have time to cook for you, so I'll pack a chicken wing and fried rice for you later, okay?"

"Okay." Fei Le supported the long voice, and after two seconds, he suddenly pinched Chen Nansong's waist.

"What are you doing?" Chen Nansong was afraid of ticklish, shrinking his body, the car almost fell into the ditch next to it.

"There will be a parent-teacher meeting tomorrow afternoon, seven o'clock, don't forget." Fei Le's tone was calm.

With a squeak, the bicycle slammed to a stop, Chen Nansong propped his long legs on the ground, turned his head and stared at Fei Le, "Parents' meeting?"

Fei Le blinked his beautiful and innocent big eyes, "Uncle, haven't you held a parent-teacher meeting?"

"I haven't driven it before." Chen Nansong stepped on his bicycle again, "At that time, I always asked the uncle next door who bought cold noodles to drive it for me. My own butt is strong."

Chen Nansong's back was patted twice by Fei Le, "Don't worry, I won't embarrass you. Also, our teacher is very nice, not fierce, don't be afraid." Fei Le said After that, the little hand clapped a few more times.

"By the way, what's your teacher's name... Zhou, what is Zhou?"

"Zhou Qingyan." Fei Le supported the little milk voice, "Teacher is great. When he smiles, his eyes are slightly bent, and he speaks softly. He is taller than you, uncle, with longer legs, and..."

"Superficial!" Chen Nansong suddenly interrupted and popped out two words, his face was full of displeasure, the bicycle was parked in front of Le's house, he turned around and nodded Fei Le's forehead, "Is the long leg so great? The face can be used as a meal Do you want to eat? You are so superficial at such a young age."

Fei Le smacked his lips, and muttered in a low voice, shaking his schoolbag, "You're just jealous."

"Fart!" Chen Nansong couldn't hold back, and when the word popped out, the little thing in the stroller on the side of the road was scared to cry. Fei Le held his forehead and shook his head a few times, then turned his head to look at Chen Nansong, who kept apologizing last time, let out a long sigh.

This uncle of his is estimated to be alone for the rest of his life.

The scent in the room was almost gone, leaving a bit of floral scent in the air. The scent of hot chicken wings and fried rice permeated the whole room, and after a while, it was completely covered by the smell of Chennansong shower gel.

"Uncle, why are you taking a bath at this hour, what are you going to do at night?" Fei Le's mouth was covered with soup, and he looked up at his uncle who was trying on clothes with big eyes blinking.

"Look for a friend to chat." Chen Nansong shook the hair on his forehead twice, rummaged in the closet for a long time, and finally took out a set of casual clothes to put on his body. The upper and lower muscles are firm, tall, and looks clean. Putting on clothes is like a walking hanger.

He doesn't like to fiddle with clothes on weekdays. Standing in front of the mirror today, he started to frown inexplicably, "Are your legs still long?" He stuffed the corner of his shirt into his trousers, stretched his legs, "Isn't it so long!"

"Uncle, what are you doing in the toilet alone?" Fei Le shouted outside the door, Chen Nansong coughed after recovering, stepped on the wooden stairs and went downstairs to stare at the boy, "Do you have long legs?"

Fei Le glanced from head to toe, "It's quite long." He pushed away the fried rice in front of him, trotted into the sofa, stared at the TV, and added without turning his head, "I didn't say you Ah, uncle, you are going out at night, and you are dressed too conservatively, I don’t understand, I suggest you unbutton your collar...Hey, hey! Why are you pulling my ears? "

"I really want to record it for you and send it to your mother." Chen Nansong grabbed Fei Le's ear and slipped all the way to the stairs, "I want to report to your long-legged homeroom teacher that your homework is too little! "

Watching Fei Le enter the bedroom, Chen Nansong leaned on the sofa and called Chen Bei, "Grandson, I'm going over tonight, please leave me a seat."

"You finally figured it out! I'll wait for you tonight." Chen Bei was still talking at the top of his voice.

"I want to emphasize one point." Chen Nansong kept turning the lighter between his fingers, "Don't drink me."

"Okay, okay, it will never happen this time, and I don't dare to say it again. I almost let you be taken advantage of last time. I went back and reflected on it for three days and three nights." Chen Bei drank his saliva, "I want to protect Brother Song. Body!!"

"Pull you down, I'm hanging up." Chen Nansong hung up the phone after finishing speaking, his leg knocked on the table in a daze, the room was eerily quiet for a moment.

"Squeak creak..." the voice next door.

Chen Nansong frowned, and put his feet down from the table, "The next door is being renovated again?"

"AH!!!!" A scream pierced the sky.

"Who is the person living next door?" Chen Nansong got up and lay down on the wall, with his ears pressed tightly.

He heard the sound of a chainsaw, and a woman's voice.

Boom!

His wall was smashed, and there was a lot of movement. It happened that Chen Nansong's ear was attached to it, which made him jump back a step in fright, "What the hell?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the person next door curse loudly, damn it.

It's a man.

The voice seemed to be nice, but the anger was a bit loud, and it was not clear through the wall.

"I'll complain to Sister Chen tomorrow!" After Chen Nansong finished speaking, he still felt angry and kicked his foot on the wall of his house. After a few seconds, he swung a rag and squatted on the ground to wipe his footprints.

"Xiao Le!" Before leaving, Chen Nansong went upstairs and knocked on Fei Le's bedroom, which was actually used by him to store groceries.

"Uncle, are you leaving?" Fei Le opened the door and looked at him, Chen Nansong nodded, and raised his chin at the desk, "Give me your post-it note."

Pata, after the door closed, Chen Nansong stood at the door, holding a post-it note with a pink peach heart in his hand, and the corner of his mouth twitched, "Now all boys like this post-it note?"

Chen Nansong bent over in front of the living room table, spinning the pen in his hand for a long time.

Is it written more tactfully, or more fiercely?A gentle tone seems to make him look very shameless.

In the end, he nodded sharply, and the tip of the pen touched a pink note: "I am from 302 next door, please be quiet, especially after ten o'clock in the evening, if this continues, I will not be polite, and you will pay the consequences yourself! !"

After Chen Nansong finished writing, he felt that his tone was not enough, so he raised his pen and added an exclamation point.

When he went out, he stuck the note on the door next door, and when he reached the stairs, he was afraid that it would fall, so he folded it back and stuck it several times before leaving.

After 2 minutes, the door next door to 302 opened, with a creak, a pair of skeletal hands gripped the doorknob, the door was gently pushed, and a small pink post-it note fell from the sky and stuck to his sleeve .

The man flicked the post-it note with his finger, and the man leaned against the door and smiled for a few seconds, then re-entered the door, and after a minute, there was a blue post-it note in his hand, with a few beautiful words written on it: It is conceit, you write wrong.

The blue post-it note was pasted on Chen Nansong's gate. It was very sticky, and there was no sign of it being blown away by the slight wind.

"Hello?" The man's voice sounded in the corridor, low but gentle, "I'll be there later, you tell him to drink less, I'll hang up first."

The phone beeped a few times, and the door of room 301 was closed again.

Eleven thirty in the evening.

The music in the bar was magnified countless times, countless figures twisted under the dark lights, and the floor under their feet was shaking violently.

"Brother Song, you're here, let me introduce some friends to you!" The wine bottle in Chen Bei's left hand almost touched Chen Nansong's face, he put his arm around Chen Nansong's half shoulder, and pointed his finger towards the corner, " Look at that, isn't he in good shape?"

"Yeah." Chen Nansong turned his head for a glance, picked up the glass and took a sip of grape juice.

She has a good figure and a good face, but there seems to be something missing.Chen Nansong couldn't hold back his click.

"What's the matter? Can't you?" Chen Bei sat down on the chair next to the bar, "I said you're demanding enough, forget it, I've known you for so many years, if you can just fall in love with anyone, I will Don't worry about you anymore."

"Are you still worrying about me?" Chen Nansong looked at him and smiled, Chen Bei's wine glass was placed by his hand, and the music was changed in the venue.

"Let's go! Go in and have a look? Maybe there will be." Chen Bei stood up.

"You go first, I'll go there later." Chen Nansong turned his body and watched Chen Bei sink into the dance floor. He leaned his back on the bar and glanced at the crowd dancing wildly in front of him. He reached out and took the cup casually under the dim light. I finished half a cup in one go.

"Huh?" Chen Nansong didn't realize the taste in his mouth until the end of the drink, but he didn't think much about it, got up and walked towards the crowd.

The lights above the head dazzled people, and the sound of the music constantly stimulated the eardrums, making Chen Nansong dizzy.

"Handsome guy, are you alone?" There was a man in tights in front of Chen Nansong. He pushed it and turned around to indicate that he was not interested.

His head is really a little dizzy, and he has never been able to drink well.

damn it.Chen Nansong cursed, following the movement of the crowd under his feet, he raised his eyes and didn't know where he was standing.

With a dizzy head and a double image in front of his eyes when he opened his eyes, Chen Nansong was about to walk towards the bar, and the crowd made him a little overwhelmed.

"Damn." He bumped into someone, couldn't stand still, and threw himself on the person opposite.

The light blue shirt smelled of strong lime. Chen Nansong's head was resting on a stranger's shoulder, and he wanted to look up.

But that lime smell is damn good.

Chen Nansong felt that he could wake up a little more by taking a few more breaths.

"Hello, please..."

The man above the head is talking, the voice is very nice.

But Chen Nansong felt very noisy at the moment. Also, he wanted to eat lemon, so he subconsciously opened his mouth and bit the strange man's shoulder.

Teeth hit bone.

Chen Nansong and the man above his head gasped almost at the same time.

This lemon is not sour at all.He touched his front teeth and closed his eyes, muttering inwardly.