Serious warning to next door Husky neighbors

The days in Nanzhuang were very short. Zhou Qingyan had to go to work, Fei Le had to go to school, Chen Nansong had a lot of work to do, and Chen Bei was the only idler.

The days have been getting colder and colder recently, and it snows three or four days in a week. The car was blocked halfway along the road. It was said that the front was being cleaned, and there was only one place for a car on the entire road.

The sound of the horn has not stopped, and the traffic jam is even worse when you get on the expressway.

"It's probably midnight when I get home." Chen Nansong yawned, and within 2 minutes of stepping on the accelerator, he had to brake, and the stop and go made him upset.

The car next to it was very close, the window was open, and the head of a golden-haired dog poked out from inside, with its tongue sticking out and breathing heavily.

Chen Nan let go of the window, turned his head and made faces at the dog, which made Zhou Qingyan laugh beside him.

"It's time to go, stop playing." Zhou Qingyan gently pulled his ear.

"Is your birthday coming soon?" Zhou Qingyan asked again.

"Huh? I don't seem to have told you." Chen Nansong patted his head, "I don't celebrate birthdays very much."

He continued, "It's fine to let you go, and I'll let it go."

"I don't live too much, it's too noisy." Zhou Qingyan put his elbows on the glass window, "Why don't you give me a private massage, just treat it as a gift."

"Okay, it's cheaper for me." Chen Nansong smiled a few times.

It was already late at night when he got home, and Chen Nansong said that the heater could be repaired tomorrow, so he carried his suitcase and followed Zhou Qingyan back home very consciously.

Zhou Qingyan's bed is his bed, and he is now more comfortable than his own bed.

At night, Chen Nansong insisted on showing off his skills and making Zhou Qingyan a supper.

"Aren't you tired from driving all day?" Zhou Qingyan asked him while changing clothes.

"I'm not tired, it's just cooking. I learned the beef curry that Chen Bei taught me. It's very simple." Chen Nansong washed his hands and stood on the cooking table to cut potatoes.

Zhou Qingyan changed into his nightgown and went downstairs to look at him, "How did you learn it? Hand in hand."

"I learned from my eyes." After Chen Nansong finished speaking, he was obviously a little guilty, and the potato pieces flew out with a snap and landed on the balcony.

"Mistakes are not a big deal." He waved his hands a few times, "Go to the movies, I'll call you later."

Zhou Qingyan didn't say anything, and smiled and nestled on the sofa, but turned his head every ten minutes, afraid that the man would blow him up.

Chen Nansong has never cooked an edible meal in his life. He almost burned the pot when he fried an egg before. This person has no cooking cells in his whole body.

The potatoes on the cutting board were flakes and rocks for a while, and when the vegetables were put in the oil pan, they screamed, and turned around to tell Zhou Qingyan not to worry.

The dishes in the pot were not yet cooked, Chen Nansong poured a pot of water directly, and the kitchen was finally quiet.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, took a deep breath, and opened the curry box in his hand, but when his finger slipped, the curry almost flew into the sky.

When Zhou Qingyan turned his head, he saw that Chen Nansong seemed to be suffering from epilepsy. The curry in his hand was so hot that he didn't know it. It took him a long time to catch it.

He exhaled along with it.

After making a dinner for two hours, Chen Nansong was sweating all over his body, and he was in a daze when he put a plate of curry on the dining table.

"Try it." Chen Nansong looked at him with his arms akimbo.

Zhou Qingyan took a sip, didn't speak for a long time, and finally raised his head and said, "It's delicious."

"That's fine. I'll take a shower first, and you eat first." Chen Nansong turned his head and rushed to the bathroom.

Zhou Qingyan had already finished eating the plate when he came out of the shower.

"Eat so clean." Chen Nansong took a spoon and put a mouthful into his mouth.

That mouthful was simply salty.

"Fuck, what did I put in." Chen Nansong swallowed, rushed to the end of the condiment and looked at the dark soy and light soy for a long time, "I said why the color is wrong."

"Did you eat it?" He stared at Zhou Qingyan.

"Yeah." He swallowed, "It's actually okay."

"I'm sorry for you." Chen Nansong wanted to beat himself to death, "Don't wait for your birthday for a full body massage, I'll massage it for you now."

Zhou Qingyan originally wanted to say that it was okay, and he said a few words of comfort by the way, but when he heard this sentence, he suddenly changed his words, "Then you have to give me a good massage."

At one o'clock in the morning, the two of them didn't sleep, Zhou Qingyan lay flat, and Chen Nansong straddled him and squeezed his shoulders.

"Is it comfortable?" Chen Nansong poked his head and asked.

"Comfortable." Zhou Qingyan seemed to be falling asleep, and responded to him in a low voice with his eyes closed.

The clock turned round and round, Chen Nansong didn't say a word, he lowered his head and quietly squeezed his shoulders, until he was too sleepy, turned over next to someone, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

In the morning, he said good morning as usual, Zhou Qingyan got up earlier than him, and when he put on his coat and went out, he washed up again, and said "Be careful" with foam in his mouth.

Wechat on weekdays is suffocating. Chen Nansong sat in front of the computer and worked all morning without moving his butt. He ordered a takeaway when he was hungry at noon, and worked until after five o'clock in the afternoon.

He creaked his neck and looked up at his watch, "Haven't you come back yet?"

- beep.

The phone rang for a long time, but no one answered.

Chen Nansong tapped his toes on the floor, swayed to the window and looked out. The snow had stopped for the past few days, but the temperature had dropped so much that there were many ice blocks on the road.

He made a dozen phone calls in a row, did nothing, moved a chair and sat by the window and stared out.

- beep

This time it was the caller ID, and Zhou Qingyan called him back.

"What's the matter? Are you back?" Chen Nansong was really anxious, and his speech speed became faster.

Zhou Qingyan was a little noisy there, "I have something to do, go back later, don't wait for me, go to rest first."

"What's the matter?" Chen Nansong felt that he was not the kind of person who would pester others, but what could happen to Zhou Qingyan?

He couldn't figure it out with his head.

Zhou Qingyan paused there for too long, so long that Chen Nansong thought there was a problem with the signal.

"I don't know what's going on, I said it was a report." Zhou Qingyan was probably very worried, and no one was confused by the things that jumped out of thin air.

"Report? Who are you reporting?" Chen Nansong jumped up from the chair and knocked the chair over.

"Go back tonight and tell me, don't worry." Zhou Qingyan hung up after finishing speaking.

Chen Nan let go of the window to take a breather, but the cold air hit his face did not calm him down, now he couldn't even find the reason for his anger, he was completely dazed.

It's like when a person is walking on the street, a lump of bird feces falls out of nowhere and hits his head, and he looks up to find the murderer, but there is not even a shadow.

There is nowhere to vent your anger.

He sat on the sofa in the living room waiting for someone, did nothing but waited for the door to open.

It was already eleven o'clock when Zhou Qingyan came home. Chen Nansong said something, and he came back. The man shuffled towards the other side of the sofa, leaned his head on the backrest and let out a long breath, "I guess I will have to talk to you for the next week. You're staying home."

"What do you mean?" Chen Nansong just held back for a long time without speaking, and kept telling himself to calm down, don't grab people and ask questions, but now he jumped up from the sofa instantly.

He sat cross-legged facing Zhou Qingyan, "What's the matter?"

"The school said that it received a report and said that its behavior was inappropriate, so we need to investigate." Zhou Qingyan estimated that he had been talking to people all afternoon, and now he didn't even have the energy to open his eyes.

The big fireball next to him finally exploded, "Check? Check what! Check his ancestor..." He finally forced himself to speak.

"Is that how you recognize it?" Chen Nansong took a deep breath.

"Impossible." Zhou Qingyan opened his eyes, "The one who cleans up will clear up by himself, but the investigation will take a long time and stop for a week in the middle."

"Who reported it?" Chen Nansong stared at the opposite TV screen.

"Don't tell me if you kill me, anonymous." Zhou Qingyan stood up, "Rest, don't think about it, it's okay.",

"I smoke a cigarette at the door." Chen Nansong squatted two cigarettes in the corner outside the door by himself, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became.

He called Chen Bei.

"Brother, you haven't slept yet?" Chen Bei's voice was hoarse, and he was already asleep.

"Please help me." Chen Nansong said.

"Ah?" Chen Bei sat up, and there was a rustling sound from the quilt rubbing against each other, "Tell me, I will definitely help you."

"It's about Qingyan." Chen Nansong lit a cigarette and put it by his feet.

After half an hour of phone calls in the corridor, Chen Bei said that he would definitely help him.

"Isn't this a fucking bully? It's clear that he is looking for trouble." Chen Bei was also angry, and the room echoed with his roar.

"Whether there is such a thing now, it is certain to stop working and act like it is, but who can swallow this breath." He continued, "I will try to find out as soon as possible tomorrow."

Zhou Qingyan was already asleep when he returned to the room, and Chen Nansong put his hands behind his head and thought for a long time without closing his eyes, unable to hold his breath.

Chen Nansong has never been bullied since he was a child, except being beaten by his family.I've seen too many backstabbing incidents, but never him.

Zhou Qingyan said it was fine, but he felt something was wrong.

The days went on as usual, just like the usual weekends, Zhou Qingyan gave him a mouthful of hot rice in the morning, smiled like a normal person, and insisted on taking Chen Nansong for a walk in the evening.

The park next door was full of children at night, the warm light, the balloons illuminated the surrounding land, Chen Nansong bought a balloon and stuffed it for Zhou Qingyan, and the two walked around the artificial lake around the park. .

When he was still immersed in ordinary happiness, Chen Bei made a phone call.

"Brother, I found out." Chen Bei said, "But that man is just a faceless person who can't be hit at all. He has no contact with Qingyan at all. He has no children and his family is not with you."

"This insanity is doing nothing but venting his emotions." Chen Bei said again, "I guess it's Qingyan's bad luck, so don't even think about it."

"Do you have any photos?" Chen Nansong asked.

Zhou Qingyan went to the toilet, but still hasn't come out.

"There is only one one-inch photo." Chen Bei said, "Brother, I should check everything. It's nothing. There is another kind, that is, this person is paid to help others."

Chen Nansong didn't speak for a long time, "Send me the things, thank you."

"It's not a big deal." Chen Bei was a little embarrassed, and finally asked, "Qing Yan hasn't recruited anyone recently, has he?"

"Does he look like that kind of person?" Chen Nansong gestured towards the toilet a few times, "Okay, I'll hang up first, and talk about it later."

"Call me." Zhou Qingyan approached.

Chen Nansong laughed a few times, "Chen Bei, you're making a fuss about having a treat."

"He's fine." Zhou Qingyan took two steps, "Go back, it's cold."

"Qing Yan, no one has called you recently, you're a stranger." Chen Nansong finally asked.

Zhou Qingyan paused for a while, then turned his head and said, "No."

"It's fine if you don't have one. There have been a lot of scam calls recently." Chen Nansong laughed a few times.