Serious warning to next door Husky neighbors

Early in the morning, Chen Nansong took out his mobile phone, and the first message was the weather forecast, and it would snow in the day after tomorrow.

Looking at the little snowflakes on the screen, he shivered. Sister Chen sent a message in the group yesterday that the heating would start today, but Chen Nansong still woke up from the cold in the morning.

The man was wrapped in a quilt and walked to the window like a penguin. When the window was opened, a gust of cold air rushed in, and the visible heat was flowing.

He slammed the window shut, "Damn it, not even a thick coat."

Chen Nansong jumped to the closet with both feet, squatted on the ground and looked like a big snowball from a distance, got into it and writhed his head for a long time, found a black sweater, nestled under the quilt and took the time to change.

It will freeze to death in about a second.

"Hey, Sister Chen, didn't you say that there is heating today, my room is like an ice cellar now." Chen Nansong hid on the bed with his neck curled up.

"Oh, I forgot, there was a problem with the heating in your room when it was renovated, and it hasn't been repaired in time." Sister Chen said.

"...Then I will be frozen to death like this?"

"You wait. I'll ask someone to check it out this afternoon. I'm closed on weekends now. I think it will be difficult for a while..." Sister Chen said, "Would you... go out and hide?"

The corners of Chen Nansong's mouth were twitching, and he didn't know whether it was cold or angry, "All right, then call me when you come this afternoon."

Just after hanging up the phone here, Chen Nansong sneezed, sniffed and walked downstairs, boiled some hot water in the kitchen, and held a cup to warm his hands.

"I don't know if I'm awake at this point." Chen Nansong glanced at his phone, Zhou Qingyan hadn't messaged him yet, so he was probably still sleeping.

The cold wind in the living room rushed towards the person, Chen Nansong sat for a while, feeling that his nose was icy, "It doesn't matter."

The key to Zhou Qingyan's house was still in his hand, Chen Nansong trotted to the door next door without his coat on, his fingers were stiff when he opened the door.

The door lock clicked, and Chen Nansong's shoulders shivered from the rush of heat, and he entered the door lightly. The living room was a bit dark without the lights on, and he walked slowly towards the upstairs bedroom.

"It's good to have a heater." Chen Nansong's frozen fingers were a little hot now, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on his back.

"Qing Yan?" He asked in a low voice, and gently pushed open the bedroom door with his fingers.

The person on the bed was still sleeping, with his hands folded on the quilt, lying in a straight line.

"Why do you sleep so honestly, like a zombie." Chen Nansong smiled a few times, and slowly squatted beside the bed to look at him, "Qingyan? Here I come."

He screamed again, and the voice sounded like a haunted one.

He wanted to give a reminder in advance, don't scare Zhou Qingyan, it's not fun to punch him hard.

"Huh?" Zhou Qingyan snorted, turned his body sideways, and took a deep breath overwhelmed by the pain in his shoulder.

Chen Nansong's head was touched by him, like grabbing dough, "What time did you sleep last night?"

"Forget, it's like three o'clock..." Zhou Qingyan opened his eyes, scratched Chen Nansong's ear, and said hoarsely, "Why do you wake up so early?"

"I woke up from the cold, I'm here to keep you warm." Chen Nansong smiled a few times, "Why don't you sleep a little longer?"

"No, I'll get up." Zhou Qingyan sat up, "Stay here forever, why are your hands still so cold?"

"It will be fine after a while." Chen Nansong giggled a few times, "I'm hungry, I'll wait for you to feed."

Zhou Qingyan laughed until his shoulders ached. He stood up and was about to go downstairs. Chen Nansong hugged him from behind and kept rubbing his head against his back.

"Not hungry anymore?" Zhou Qingyan was tickled by him.

"You can just move your mouth to cook, I'll do it." Chen Nansong relaxed a little bit, but his arms were still around the man, and the two of them went downstairs just like that.

Standing by the side, Zhou Qingyan kept reminding him to reduce the salt and soy sauce, and not to shake his hands like epilepsy.

Chen Nansong finished the breakfast in sweat, afraid that he would pour half a bottle of vinegar into it with a shake of his hand.

"Try it!" Chen Nansong pushed the noodle bowl over, and the person opposite tasted it and said it was not bad.

"I'll go to the mall to buy two clothes later." Chen Nansong swallowed his soup, "Then I'll pick a car."

"Then I'll take you there later."

"Farewell, don't follow me around before your injury heals." Chen Nansong stood up and put away the bowl, "I'll be back in the afternoon."

Zhou Qingyan paused for a long time without saying a word, "Okay, remember to call if you have something to do."

"One in half an hour." Chen Bansong turned around and kissed his forehead with his hands in his hands.

"My coat is on the hanger." Zhou Qingyan shouted.

"Okay." Chen Nansong went out carrying the coat at the door, and the door closed.

"Tsk, it's really cold." He sniffed, put his hands in his jacket pocket, and there was a small iron box inside, which was throat lozenges, which he had secretly stuffed in before.

The cold wind came down overnight. Yesterday I was still wearing long sleeves, and today I was wearing a cotton coat and had to shrink my neck.

He took a taxi at the gate, and the address was the nearest shopping mall.

- beep

"Hey, Nansong, it's snowing the day after tomorrow. You can ski here in Nanzhuang, how about staying for two days?" Chen Bei called over the phone.

"Are there many people?" Chen Nansong asked.

"Who is there, just you, Qing Yan, and your sister." Chen Bei shouted from the other end, "The sauna is also open."

"That's fine." Chen Nansong agreed, who can resist the temptation of the sauna room.

"What are you doing?" Chen Bei was gnawing on an apple, "By the way, is he healed?"

"It still hurts, and it will be better in another week." Chen Nansong came to the shopping mall, and he stepped out, exhaling hot air into the air, "I bought a coat. It's cold and I have nothing to wear. .”

"Okay, then you can be busy, my massage chair has arrived, and I'm going to pick up the goods now." Chen Bei finished talking and hung up the phone.

"Return the massage chair?" Chen Nansong muttered, entered the shopping mall and walked all the way to the third floor, found a random store and picked out all the clothes at once.

He searched for a ski equipment store for a long time, chasing after the security guard at the door and asking.

"There doesn't seem to be one here. When you get to the other end, do you see it? The one next to the skewer shop on the corner. There should be one when you walk in." The security guard explained with hands and feet, and almost drew a map of the place.

"Okay, thank you." While waiting for the traffic light, Chen Nansong rubbed the dead leaves under his feet with his shoes, lit a cigarette, and the horn in the distance kept ringing.

"Nan Song." A female voice.

Chen Nansong raised his head and faced the black Audi in front of him. The people in the car stared at him, "Come up?"

He was silent for a long time, pointed to the opposite side, with an expression of indifference, took a puff of cigarette, "I'm busy, I can't go up."

"Let's talk." The woman looked a little impatient.

"It's been so many years, we've talked about it long ago, don't bother, you're probably busier than me." Chen Nansong looked at the green light and prepared to cross the road.

"You don't even say "Mom" now, do you?" The woman's eyes looked cold when she looked at people.

Chen Nansong was silent for a long time, and waited until the traffic light changed color again, and the cigarette in his hand was almost exhausted before he said slowly, "Okay." He got into the car.

"Let's go." The woman patted the back of the seat, the driver stepped on the gas pedal, and the car door clicked and locked.

"Why lock the door?" Chen Nansong turned to look at her and spoke in a cold tone.

"It's nothing, Xiao Zhang, take a detour." The woman turned to look at him after she finished speaking, "How are you doing recently?"

"Very good." Chen Nansong's tone softened again, "Are you caring about me?"

The woman paused, and forced a smile, "Well, Nansong, you can go back this time."

"I haven't gone back for so many years, and I haven't contacted you. What do you mean by looking for me now?" Chen Nansong looked at her.

"Chenfeng's colleague's daughter has just graduated recently. The conditions are good and she is a nice person. When you go back, just..."

"Stop!" Chen Nansong shouted suddenly.

The driver was so frightened that he obviously stepped on the brakes, but he didn't dare to stop, and glanced back in the mirror.

"Let me tell you, how dare you talk to me about this? How could you suddenly come to chat with me out of kindness." Chen Nansong stared at her, "I'm overthinking."

"Chen Nansong!" the woman shouted, "I'm talking to you well, don't make me angry!"

Chen Nansong sneered, "Stop the car, I'll go down, and you don't have to look for me in the future."

"Your father won't let you go about this matter." The woman took a deep breath, "You won't have any troubles when you go back now."

"You don't need to worry about any troubles." Chen Nansong said, "Why are you pretending to be a good person?"

He slammed towards the driver's seat, "I'm fucking telling you to stop, do you hear me!"

The steering wheel was grabbed and shook from side to side. There were few cars on the road, but for a few seconds, he almost rushed towards the traffic sign on the side of the road.

The driver was forced to brake, and the vehicle stopped on the side of the road with its head and tail tilted.

Chen Nansong stepped in the middle of the car to open the driver's door. The moment the man was grabbed by the collar, he punched Chen Nansong in the abdomen with his fist.

"Fuck|Your uncle." Chen Nansong stepped back a little, swung his arm and aimed at the chin and hit him hard.

The small space couldn't stand the toss, and the two people kept bumping their heads against the roof of the car.

"Open the door!" Chen Nansong roared, and the car door slammed open.

He circled around, rushed to the door of the driver's seat and pulled open the car door, dragging him out by the collar.

The fist hit the man one after another, the two of them punched and kicked with the left, Chen Nansong took half a step back and put his knee on his chest, kicking him back into the car with two kicks.

"Don't look for me again in this life!" Chen Nansong yelled at the woman in the back seat, then turned and walked along the side of the road.

There were footprints all over his pants, and he was punched in the abdomen. Chen Nansong took a deep breath for a long time but couldn't calm down, so he hailed a taxi on the side of the road and rushed to the boxing gym.

This place is still familiar, Chen Nansong went in without saying a word, changed his clothes and got into the training room to let out all the anger in his body, the phone in the corner rang for a long time and didn't answer it.

The clothes on the back were so wet that water could be wrung out. Chen Nansong hit the sandbag for an hour, exhausted all his strength, and leaned against the wall to breathe.

The water from his head dripped onto the floor, he rested his elbows on the edge of the window sill, and the phone rang again.

"Qing Yan." He tried his best to soften his voice.

"..." Zhou Qingyan didn't speak for several seconds, "Do you want me to pick you up?"

Chen Nansong took a breath, wiped the sweat off his neck, "Go ahead."