Serious warning to next door Husky neighbors

Zhou Qingyan stayed in the intensive care unit for three full days. On the fourth day, Chen Nansong was catching up on sleep on the sofa. He basically didn't get a good night's sleep this week. He was still worried, and ran to the hospital every afternoon, and stayed until midnight to come back.

There are piles of work on hand, and I work during the day and watch people at night, so I just don’t have time to sleep.

The phone rang several times, Chen Nansong fell asleep and didn't wake up for a long time.

When the phone rang for the third time, he woke up in a daze.

"Nan Song, Qing Yan is awake." Zhou Xin's voice.

"I'll go over right now!" Chen Nansong flipped off the sofa suddenly, put one knee on the corner of the table, and the hurt man ran and took a breath.

He changed his car, and Chen Bei helped him choose an off-road vehicle. The new car didn't go anywhere, the farthest place was the hospital, and he just ran back and forth for a short distance.

When the elevator rang, Chen Nansong's heart speeded up a lot, his palms were sweaty, and he took a deep breath when he stepped out, and he was still a little nervous until he reached the door of the ward.

Pushing open the door and entering, the moment he saw Zhou Qingyan, he realized that there was nothing left of the nervousness from just now.

Zhou Qingyan hadn't taken the ventilator yet, looked down at him and smiled, Chen Nansong was in his twenties and almost couldn't hold back, his nose was sore.

"You are finally willing to open your eyes, and I will pinch you later." Chen Nansong took a deep breath, sat on the chair beside the bed, the corners of his eyes were red, "I can't speak, can I?"

Really unable to speak, his mouth was still covered with something, Zhou Qingyan stretched out his hand towards him, Chen Nansong grasped it with a bit of strength, and apologized after holding it.

"If you can't speak, just listen to me." Chen Nansong rubbed his palm with his thumb, completely forgetting that Zhou Qingyan was ticklish, this little action could make him feel more comfortable.

The problem of grinding my hands when I am nervous has become more and more serious recently.

"I haven't been so tired in recent years. You can't talk anyway. It's okay to listen to me complaining for a while." Chen Nansong started telling stories again.

Zhou Qingyan couldn't hide, so he just looked at him like that.

"You said that you haven't done any bad things, how could you encounter such a bad thing." Chen Nansong looked at him, "I was wondering if my hostility was passed on to you."

Zhou Qingyan squeezed his hand.

"You think so too." Chen Nansong began to say again on his own, "Qing Yan, I, Chen Nansong, have never made a wish for others. I hope you are safe now, and I will be in the future."

He clapped his hands, "By the way, I went to Jade City yesterday to buy some safety buckles, and I will give you one every month to string around your neck."

Chen Nansong held his hand alone and talked for a long time, and finally stopped when the nurse knocked on the door of the ward.

"Nurse, he can't speak yet, right?" Chen Nansong turned around and asked.

"You can tell, you can just turn off the machine, he doesn't need it now, it will be turned off in the morning." The nurse glanced at him, "I will go through the transfer to the ward later, just turn it to the normal one."

Chen Nansong was stunned for a long time and said hello.

"Why are you still pretending that you can talk?" Chen Nansong pushed up the instrument on his face.

"Talking is too tiring." Zhou Qingyan's voice was a little low, "You didn't let me interrupt."

"Then tell me." Chen Nansong said, "Drink water?"

Zhou Qingyan shook his head a few times, "You don't need so many safety buckles, don't break my neck,"

"I don't care, I've bought everything." Chen Nansong stood up, "I'll transfer the ward for you, just stay here and don't move."

"I want to move too." Zhou Qingyan said aggrieved.

It is true that I can’t move even if I want to, the plaster cast on my hand has not been removed, the injury on my waist and abdomen has not healed, and I can’t even turn over.

Chen Nansong finally smiled when he was walking in the corridor, the withered flowers finally met the water, and the air was full of sweetness.When he returned to the ward with the list, the nurse was pushing the cart, and he was transferred to a double room next door to a 60-year-old aunt.

Still sitting by the window, Chen Nansong opened the curtains to let the sun shine on the quilt, then closed the curtain in the middle of the bed with his hands.

"Hasn't seen the sun for a long time? Are you happy?" Chen Nansong joked, and moved a chair to sit beside him with a smile.

"It's been a long time." Zhou Qingyan stared outside for a while, then turned his head, "Nan Song, can you do me a favor?"

"Why do you use interrogative sentences with me, just say it directly." Chen Nansong looked up at him.

Zhou Qingyan held back for a long time, and finally said, "I feel uncomfortable."

"Where?" Chen Nan let go and was almost ready to ring the bell, so frightened that he jumped up on the spot again.

"No, I haven't bathed for a long time, and I feel uncomfortable." Zhou Qingyan said in a low voice, probably embarrassed.

Chen Nansong was stunned for a moment, "Then, let me wipe it for you?" The person on the bed nodded.

Chen Nan's hands trembled when he let go, what if he, a careless person, accidentally pulls out the pipe?

"I'm going to wash the cloth." Chen Nansong walked outside with a basin in his hand, and filled a basin of warm water when he came back.

He sat beside the bed, opened his sleeves, and slowly wiped his arms and shoulders.

"Did the nurse wipe it for you?" Chen Nansong asked.

"It's weird not letting her move." Zhou Qingyan said, "I don't want you to help me either, but I can't move my hand..."

Chen Nansong laughed for a long time, "Can you turn over?"

"Yes." Zhou Qingyan said nothing for a long time, "Push me."

Chen Nansong didn't dare to use any strength, and slowly dragged the person to lie on his side little by little. Seeing that it was almost done, he lifted his back clothes and poked inside.

Covering his back with a thin layer of sweat, Chen Nansong couldn't hold back his warm skin while rubbing it three times before he let go.

"Let me take off your trousers for you too." Chen Nansong didn't wait for others to agree after finishing speaking, and directly lifted the quilt to help.

"The leg is also hurt like this." Chen Nansong didn't let go of his hand for a long time, looking at his thigh with bruises and purple spots, his heart ached terribly.

"If you don't wipe it, it will freeze." Zhou Qingyan looked at him and smiled, his lower body was exposed, and Chen Nansong kept staring, making people feel embarrassed.

Zhou Qingyan stared at the ceiling without moving his eyes, and waited until the quilt was covered again before looking at him.

"Why? Are you still shy?" Chen Nansong laughed at him while twisting the cloth.

"It feels like I haven't seen you for a long time." Zhou Qingyan smiled.

"I see you every day, and you are the one who dreams." Chen Nansong sat down on the chair, "I fell asleep on the table two days ago, and when I woke up, the room was dark. I thought someone had come back. The house called your name several times."

"It turned out that the electricity bill was gone, and the power was cut off." Chen Nansong put an orange in his mouth, "Fuck, it's sour."

"Can you not be sour, it's out of season." Zhou Qingyan was still laughing at him.

Chen Nansong looked at him, "Sleep for a while?"

Zhou Qingyan was indeed tired, and was supported to lie down, but kept his eyes open for a long time.

"What's wrong? Tell you a story?" Chen Nansong stood by and looked at him.

"Stop talking, I won't be sleepy after listening to your story." Zhou Qingyan said, "You don't want to go."

"If you don't go, where can you go? It's hard to touch the real person. It's not a loss for me to rush back." Chen Nansong held his hand, "Go to sleep, I'm still here when I wake up."

Zhou Qingyan laughed for a long time and finally fell asleep. Chen Nansong held him with one hand and looked at his mobile phone with the other. After half an hour, he became numb. Seeing that he was fast asleep, he secretly pulled out his hand and put it beside the bed Stare at people.

"It's really thin." Chen Nansong watched it for a long time before coming to a conclusion. After searching the Internet for a long time how to make big bone soup, he repeated the content of the video repeatedly in his mouth.

"Boil water to make foam, ginger, cooking wine..."

- beep beep

The phone by the bedside rang, it was Zhou Qingyan's.

Chen Nansong turned his head and glanced, as if it was a strange number he had never seen before.

"Is fraud so rampant now?" Chen Nansong thought for a long time and still picked it up for him. He was so boring that he just wanted to be funny.

After the call was connected, Chen Nansong didn't speak.

A deep male voice over there said, "Have you thought it through?"

What the hell?Liars speak Mandarin so well now?Think about what?

"Who are you?" Chen Nansong asked, he paused for a long time and hung up.

"So casual?" He muttered.

Clicking on the address book was purely unintentional. After seeing the number and time of calls with that string of numbers, he didn't speak for a long time.

Probably not a scam, who would chat with a liar for an hour?

Chen Nansong didn't know why, so he just kept flipping through it. He felt that this thing was a metaphysics. He knew it was wrong, but he continued to do it relying on his intuition.

Flipping through the call records, the screen displayed a phone number that he would never forget in his life.

Chen Feng's phone call.

Not much, just one, half an hour.

At that moment, Chen Nansong's head exploded again, and there was a crackling sound.

He knew that person would haunt him, but he really didn't expect to find Zhou Qingyan.

The person on the bed snorted in a daze, Chen Nansong put the phone back, and looked at him closely.

"What time is it?" Zhou Qingyan asked.

"It's seven o'clock." Chen Nansong smiled.

He would ask, but definitely not at such a time. As for whether the other party answers or not, it is the other party's choice.

"I'll make soup for you tomorrow, I just learned it." Chen Nansong said.

Zhou Qingyan smiled, "You learned it from your eyes again?"

"My eyes are learning things quickly." Chen Nansong smiled, "I will come to see you tomorrow morning." He rubbed Zhou Qingyan's hair a few times.

"Okay, go back quickly, be careful on the road." Zhou Qingyan raised his only hand and squeezed his palm.

Chen Nansong didn't move for a long time, Zhou Qingyan looked at him suspiciously, "What's wrong? Are you still leaving?"

"Something is missing." Chen Nansong stood up, held his face in his hands, and kissed his lips before leaving.

The road at night was very noisy, Chen Nansong closed the windows tightly, and the only silence in the carriage was the sound of breathing.

As happy as he was in the morning, his heart sank now.

Zhou Qingyan was clear about it, but on Chenfeng's side, he was not sure.

In the end, he couldn't help but lit a cigarette, and he shivered when the cold wind blew in.

Chen Nansong stepped down on the accelerator and overtook the car all the way forward. He was not afraid of Chen Feng, but he would involve others.

He really lost his mind.