Serious warning to next door Husky neighbors

"How can there be flowers on your broken lawn!" Chen Bei yelled at him, sliding down his sunglasses and pointing his finger at the car door, "Get in the car, I'm starving to death."

"Where is Brother Fuhao going to take us?" Chen Nansong stepped into the car and talked to the side while holding his throat.

Chen Bei raised his thumb, "Brother Pao in the alley next to the commercial street barbecues skewers late at night."

"Your car squeezed into other people's alleys." After laughing, Chen Nansong turned around and looked at Zhou Qingyan, "How did you sleep?"

"Not too good, no one is not used to it." Zhou Qingyan smiled.

Chen Nansong touched his head, "I also feel that I fell to the ground just now."

"You two can sleep together in the future, I beg you, ancestors." Chen Bei squinted at the person next to him, but he couldn't see clearly because of the dark glasses, "Don't feed me before I eat."

With Chen Bei's accelerator pedal, the car didn't fall far, but it attracted a lot of eyes. The windows on Chen Nansong's side were tightly closed, and Chen Bei's side wanted to open the car door and run on the street.

"The driver's seat should be installed on the roof for you." Chen Nansong gave him a white look.

The barbecue shop went through the bustling and noisy commercial street, and went in along the left-hand path. Both sides of the street were full of uncles riding bicycles and aunts dragging vegetable baskets. They occupied the entire road with one car.

"No matter how fat your car is, it can wipe the walls of other people's houses, and you won't be sued for damaging public property." Chen Nan opened the window and looked at the wall near the car body.

"It's over." Chen Bei poked his head out of the car window and looked at it for a long time, "I can't make it through, why don't I ride a shared bicycle?"

Inside the car: "...."

"Is there any other way?" Chen Nansong asked.

"Looks like it's gone, and there's one more thing I guess you don't want to, can you walk?"

"Let's ride the bike." Chen Nansong held his forehead, probably never been so speechless in his life.

"Forget it, I suddenly feel that the motorcycle is very good and can drill." Chen Bei muttered while reversing the car, "By the way, Chen Nan gave me the ticket to the boxing gym yesterday. Do you want to go? Anyway, if I don't go, I will be beaten The first thing that pops into my mind is you."

"Fuck you." Chen Nansong slapped him, then turned to look at Zhou Qingyan, "Go together?"

"Go, go! He's going! Don't ask! I'm so tired." Chen Bei answered first.

There was no parking space around, so Chen Bei pressed the curb and squeezed half of the car into the lawn next to him. The car probably never suffered such grievances in his life.

The three walked two steps, and one of them swept a shared bicycle and headed into the alley.

"It's the first fucking time I've seen someone switch from a sports car to a bicycle." Chen Nansong rode behind Chen Bei's butt.

"Ham, it's just for barbecue." Chen Bei said, "Just make a turn ahead."

"Brother Yan, do you drink?" Chen Bei shouted at the top of his voice.

"You can drink, but not too much." Zhou Qingyan said.

"Finally someone can drink two cups with me. With Nansong, we only have juice." Chen Bei said.

"Believe it or not, I'll crush you with a car tire!" Chen Nansong shouted.

A few people turned the corner noisily, and when they looked up, they saw a residential building. It was getting dark, and a small street lamp lit up and hit them. Under the light, a group of old men and women sat around and played chess together. Chen Nansong's car was all sideways.

"It's here." Chen Bei got out of the car.

The small orange light on the roof of the residential building is estimated to be near the end of its lifespan. It flickers like a ghost movie, and it also has a little Zlazila sound.

Chen Bei led the people into the building and ran all the way to the third floor. The lights in the old-fashioned building didn't work, and they had to clap their hands twice before they went off.

The door on the second floor was open, probably playing mahjong, the sound of playing mahjong was extremely loud, and the smell of cigarettes mixed with the smell of alcohol made its way into the corridor.

"Where did you find the place?" Chen Nansong asked, looking up at the spider web in the corner, "Have you been here before?"

"Chen Nan has been here. I didn't go upstairs last time, so I squatted downstairs for a while." Chen Bei stopped, facing 302, "Uncle! Three people!"

"Okay, okay!" A man in his thirties came out from inside, his face full of enthusiasm, "Come in, there is just one table left."

"What a coincidence, your business is still so good?" Chen Bei took a look.

"It's always been fine!" The uncle took two steps in, "Sit here."

Chen Nansong didn't sit down, looked up at the people in the room and paused. After finding a chair and sitting down, he kept rubbing his back against the uncle behind him, sweating from the rubbing.

The electric fan on the top of the head feels like it will be able to do a free fall in the next second. It trembles a few times. The weather is almost December, and there are still people shirtless in the room. Chen Nansong thinks that this place should be able to Makes a nice place to warm up.

"What do you want to drink?" The boss put several cups on the table, "The menu is on the wall."

"Let's have a serving of all, a dozen beers, and an orange juice." Chen Bei finished speaking with his head raised, and took off his coat and put it on the back of the chair.

"Have you finished your drink?" Chen Nansong asked.

"You're the driver." Chen Bei slapped him on the shoulder, "It's not easy for someone to drink with me."

Chen Nansong gave him a blank look, but didn't say anything else. The boss served the food very quickly, and the glass of water here was not finished yet. The whole plate of barbecue was placed on the table with a bang, and the beer was placed on the ground together with the packaging bag. "Call me if you need anything!"

The boss was sweating all over his head, straightened up and rushed towards the barbecue grill in the back room.Chen Nansong's table was so full of plates that there was not even room for an arm. Chen Bei waved his hand, took the skewer and stuffed it into his mouth, stooped to smoke two bottles of wine, folded the caps facing each other, The foam burst out with air.

"Here, brother Yan, here, this is orange juice for you." Chen Bei looked at Chen Nansong and laughed twice.

There is a small window on the far side of the room. At night, it is facing a bar. Chen Nansong is facing the window, staring blankly at the crowd across the street. I don’t know if it’s because the air is too dry or his head is eating. Dizzy, the black Audi parked at the door always looks familiar.

"What are you looking at?" Zhou Qingyan looked at him and asked.

"Huh?" Chen Nansong came back to his senses, "I didn't see anything, there was a drunk man on the other side of the street, and his head hit a pole."

"Really?" Chen Bei stretched his neck and looked out of the window, "Really, why is there everyone now? Tsk, my head is probably swollen a lot."

"I can't, I'm going to the toilet." After Chen Bei finished speaking, he turned and walked outside.

"You drank so much." Chen Nansong looked down and saw that there were five bottles on Zhou Qingyan's side, "Don't talk to him later, or you will make your stomach feel sick." He pushed the orange juice in his hand.

Zhou Qingyan took it, "I'll go out and stand for a while, shall I?"

"Okay, I'll smoke a cigarette." Chen Nansong stood up and his bones thumped. Smoking was not allowed in the boss's shop, but it suffocated him to death.

They said they were standing outside for a while, but the two of them were still squatting at the corner of the stairs next to the iron door on the third floor. Chen Nansong lit a cigarette and turned to look at Zhou Qingyan. The little ant was stunned.

Chen Nansong put his back on his neck and stroked twice, "I'm confused."

"Probably a little bit." Zhou Qingyan turned his head and smiled, Chen Nansong moved closer, rubbed his lips against his ear a few times, and was about to touch the corner of his mouth when there was a bang upstairs.

When Chen Nansong turned his head, a handbag was just thrown down from upstairs, which probably contained a glass, and it shattered with a snap, the glass shards splashed out, and the small shards hit his arm a little bit painful.

There was a quarrel upstairs, one sentence after another, the scolding was as ugly as it was, the amount of swearing that Chen Nansong heard this year was more than that at this moment.The woman came down from upstairs crying and fussing, walked to the place where Chen Nansong and the others were sitting, lowered her head and picked up the bag on the ground, took out half a broken glass from it, and threw it at the man upstairs.

As soon as the man dodged, he cut his arm, and his roar became a little out of control. The beer bottle in his hand was thrown out suddenly, and the object fell from the sky, hitting the woman.

Chen Nansong was just about to enter the house when a beer bottle fell from the sky and slammed down. He was so frightened that he pulled Zhou Qingyan.

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The head was fine, it hit the shoulder.

The thing that fell from upstairs was so powerful that it would be unbearable even if it was a floor away. The bottle shattered to the ground. Zhou Qingyan gritted his teeth and took a deep breath, blood stains were evident on his shoulders.

"Chen Bei!" Chen Nansong roared, and Chen Bei rushed out without even pulling up his trousers, "What's wrong? What the hell!" He looked at Zhou Qingyan and was probably terrified, "Who did it? What are you doing? go!"

When Chen Nansong charged upwards, Chen Bei didn't react at all. Zhou Qingyan didn't hold back even though he pulled. That guy was like a bull, and he rushed upwards with strides. The man above was also terrified. People rushed up and hurriedly prepared to enter the house and close the door.

The door was opened by Chen Nansong with his foot in the last few seconds before it was closed. The door slammed, trembling and a little bit about to fall apart. The man took half a step back. You can hear it downstairs.

The table was knocked loudly, Chen Bei is a professional mediator, but when he went upstairs, he deliberately slowed down a bit, and on the basis of not making a fuss, he got stuck in the room and pulled Chen Nansong away. opened.

"It's what you deserve! Bah!" The woman stood at the corner of the stairs and cursed at the top. She probably looked very happy. Seeing the man come out, she hurriedly grabbed her bag and went downstairs.

Chen Nansong got angry and couldn't hold it down at all, Chen Bei dragged it back and forth for a long time, and finally shouted at the top of his voice, "I'm still waiting downstairs, don't go to the hospital!"

After finishing speaking, Chen Nansong let go of his hand, turned his head and walked downstairs, dragging Zhou Qingyan's other arm to go downstairs.

"Boss, I've caused you trouble." Chen Bei smiled and apologized behind him, and quickly followed downstairs.

"Don't move, I'll take a look." Chen Nansong pulled away half of Zhou Qingyan's clothes, a lot of glass shards pricked it, and it turned purple visible to the naked eye.

"It's okay." Zhou Qingyan said, "Just bandage it and it will be fine."

Chen Nansong sighed, "What's the matter? If it's a serious matter, well, I'm not afraid of breaking your bones."

"You didn't beat anyone to death, did you?" Zhou Qingyan laughed.

"Let me call an ambulance for him." Chen Nansong dragged the man into the car and drove all the way to the hospital. It was another emergency at night.

"I'm almost familiar with this place." He sat outside and waited, while Zhou Qingyan was stitching inside, and Chen Bei kept wandering around.

Chen Nansong was a little dry, it was obviously cold, but he was still sweating, "Don't turn around, you're dizzy."

"I asked if you were in a hurry again just now. If I didn't pull you, you..." Before Chen Bei finished speaking, the door opened.

"Are you okay?" Chen Nansong asked.

Zhou Qingyan wrapped half of his upper body in gauze, and smiled at him, "It's okay, it will be fine in a while."

"Okay." Chen Nansong reached out and pinched the back of his neck gently, leaned his head over and kissed the back of his ear, and said softly, "It's fine as long as it's okay."