Serious warning to next door Husky neighbors

Chen Nansong got off the plane at twelve o'clock in the morning, and on the way to the airport, he called Zhou Qingyan, saying that he would be back soon, and he could call Chen Bei if he had anything to do. good.

After boarding the plane, he leaned against the window and looked at the dry land in front of him. He was forced to run to this city a few years ago, and he has never been so reluctant to part with this land as at this moment.

After taking off, Chen Nansong closed his eyes.

The journey was not long, one and a half hours, and I woke up after not sleeping for a long time.

The old man next door was probably on a tour, and he was wearing a hat and down jacket and yelling loudly.

Chen Nansong tilted his head and smiled, he didn't want to get off the plane, he came here today just to quarrel.

Probably have to fight again.

After the plane landed, he stared at the unfamiliar scenery outside the window in a daze. He hadn't been back to this place for several years, and the mountains were covered with layers of snow.

He wrapped the down jacket tightly around his body, and when he stepped out of the cabin door, the cold air that hit his face made him shiver.

The weather in the north is terribly cold, and the tip of the nose is so cold that it feels like it will stick to the throat when taking a breath.

Chen Nansong ran towards the ferry car exhaling hot air.

This place will always make him feel embarrassed, and he can feel it as soon as he gets off the plane.

It was already five o'clock in the afternoon, and Chen Nansong didn't want to delay it. He didn't come to travel, so he went out to rent a taxi, and read the address that he hadn't said in several years.

It took an hour for the car to stop at a villa area in the center of the city. Chen Nansong stayed in the back seat and looked outside with frowning frowns.

"Young man, why don't you get out of the car? Did you go the wrong way?" The driver turned to look at him.

"No, scan the QR code on WeChat." Chen Nansong took out his mobile phone to pay, and when he turned around, he saw a woman coming out of the yard.

Damn, the one that locked him in the car last time.

Chen Nansong got out of the car and walked in, the suitcase was thrown in the corner of the yard, and collided with the snow with a bang.

"Chen Feng?" Chen Nansong asked when he entered the door and met someone, without saying hello, "Are you also involved in this matter?"

"That's how you talked to me, right?" The woman glanced at him, turned her head and entered the room, "What's the matter?"

"Still pretending?" Chen Nansong laughed angrily.

"You guys have the guts to do that kind of thing but you don't have the guts to admit it!" Chen Nansong roared, echoing throughout the huge room.

The woman didn't speak, and turned her head after a long time, "I told you, this matter is not so easy to solve, you won't listen to me telling you to come back." She cried.

Chen Nansong had never seen her cry in his life.

"Can I stop what your father is doing?" The woman walked in, pointing her index finger at his shoulder, her voice became smaller and smaller, and finally she sat on the sofa beside her and cried, which made Chen Nansong cry dumbfounded.

He didn't speak for a long time, the door was not closed tightly just now, and he kept screaming when the cold wind blew in, making the whole room cold.

He turned around and closed the door, and asked again, "Are you from Chenfeng?" He didn't know when he started calling him by his name, and he hadn't called him dad for several years.

"There is a social event, come back later." The woman wiped her face with a tissue a few times, straightened up and returned to the expressionless expression just now, and she seemed to be ready to go upstairs, "I don't want to say anything unnecessary, but our family will definitely not You don’t even think about the possibility of such absurd things.”

Chen Nansong lowered his head and lit a cigarette, "What's the matter? Am I |fucked| by a man?"

"Chen Nansong!" The woman roared madly.

"Didn't I break up with you long ago? You still care about me?" Chen Nansong looked up at him and raised his eyebrows.

The woman was silent for a long time, gritted her teeth and said, "If you want to break it clean, go to hell if you want to."

She went upstairs.

"I've died a long time ago." Chen Nansong pressed the cigarette end hard on the back of the sofa, forcing a hole to come out.

"The weather is really fucking good." He opened the window with his pockets open, and the afternoon sun was still abundant, "It just can't shine into this room."

He stood by the window and smoked an unknown number of cigarettes. Zhou Qingyan sent him a message, saying that he was about to be discharged from the hospital, and took a photo of Chen Bei carrying the bag. Chen Nansong smiled and asked why he didn't take a picture of himself .

With a ding-dong on his phone, Zhou Qingyan sent a photo of him standing outdoors. His down jacket hadn't been buttoned up yet. He smiled at the camera. The person in the photo was tall and long-legged. It was probably taken by Chen Bei lying on the ground.

Chen Nansong leaned against the edge of the window and kept having silly fun.

A loud horn beeped at the door, which shattered the dream in an instant.

Chen Feng is back.

As soon as the door opened, the man entered the room and was borrowing a scarf, but he didn't notice Chen Nansong standing behind the door.

"I'm back." Chen Nansong said in a low voice.

Chen Feng was stunned for two seconds, sneered, and reached out to pick up the buttons of his clothes, "Ken is back? You don't cry when you see the coffin."

"Leave the day after tomorrow." Chen Nansong said, looking at him blankly.

"Let's go?" Chen Feng exploded like a bomb in an instant, and his energetic voice shook people's hearts, "I thought you had figured it out when you came back this time, but I didn't expect you to be that bitch."

"I'm so cheap and you didn't let me go." Chen Nansong stood up straight, "Tell me, if I don't come back, what are you going to do?"

Chen Feng lit a cigarette and sat on the chair, "That Zhou Qingyan is also as virtuous as you, but he doesn't listen to his persuasion, is it my fault?"

Chen Nansong basically stepped in front of Chen Feng in two steps, grabbed his collar tightly with his hands, his voice was not loud, but he gritted his teeth, "What did you say?"

"It's nothing, just chatting a few words." Chen Feng drank some wine, mixed with the smell of cigarettes.

Chen Nansong loosened his collar, "Then let's talk too."

"There's nothing to talk about." Chen Feng stood up, "I haven't cared about you for so long since you were away from home after college, because you didn't push my bottom line."

"Run to me and say that you like men, I really regret that I didn't beat you to death!" Chen Feng turned his head and stared at him, echoes echoed in the living room.

Chen Nansong's eardrums were in pain, "Then you will kill me today, and I have to get along with others when I get out of this door, who can wear it out!"

Chen Feng suddenly picked up the club next to him and threw it at Chen Nansong. The first hit fell, but the second hit was stopped.

Chen Nansong felt that his left arm was probably going to be wasted, so he yanked his right hand back against the pole.

He knows his father beating people too well.

It was just a fight to the death.

He wasn't surprised when the wine bottle on the table was lifted up, and he didn't feel any pain when the glass cut through the skin and pierced it in.

Chen Nansong was kicked, the kind that ran over his knees fiercely, and slammed on the living room floor.

It is estimated that the bone must also be broken.

Holding the half-broken red wine bottle on the ground, he barely stood up, and the blood-stained sharp blade hit Chen Feng's neck, leaving some blood marks.

He has never fought back in his life, and he didn't fight back when he was beaten to the ward.

Chen Feng didn't hide back, but leaned against the glass slag and said, "Monster."

"Yes, I am. There is no normal person in my family, just a fucking monster." Chen Nansong said, "Sometimes I feel that I am not worthy of others at all."

"Do you know what that guy surnamed Zhou said to me?" Chen Feng ignored the sharp blade in front of him, turned his head and sat back on the sofa.

Chen Nansong didn't speak, his leg was in severe pain now, and it was obvious when the warm liquid in his arm was dripping down.

Half of the sweater was a little wet with blood.

"He said that if you don't let go, he won't let go." Chen Feng lit another cigarette, "I was thinking that it would be much easier for you to let go."

He looked at Chen Nansong, "If you have the guts to go back, then you also have the guts to guess how many lives that person has!"

"What on earth do you want me to do!" Chen Nansong's hand holding Chen Feng's collar trembled a little, and he could feel the blood oozing out.

"I don't care whether you want to be with a woman or not, but you don't want to be with a man in this life, I can't afford to lose that person." Chen Feng said with a cold face.

Chen Nansong just grabbed his collar, and the white collar was covered with bloody fingerprints.

His eyeballs were red, and he didn't know whether it was from pain or discomfort, "Did you never treat me as your son?"

Chen Feng paused for a long time and said, "Not since the year you graduated, I can't afford you, a monster."

"Okay." Chen Nan loosened his hand, "I'll just stay here and you won't move him, right?"

Chen Nansong took half a step back and said, "I won't appear in front of you in the future, I will deal with Zhou Qingyan, and then don't bother to hurt him."

Chen Feng didn't speak, and finally said when Chen Nansong walked to the door, "I will watch you."

"Just treat me as dead." Chen Nansong pushed the door out, and the door was slammed shut.

The suitcase in the yard was buried by snow, and when Chen Nansong picked it up, half of his body hurt like it was being torn.

Zhou Qingyan was seriously injured, and Chen Nansong didn't want to take any risks.

Taking risks kills people.

Zhou Qingyan really deserves a quiet and peaceful life, but he can't give it to him.

The taxi at the door just passed by, "Where are you going?"

Daxue squinted into the driver's eyes, but he didn't see the blood on Chen Nansong's palm.

"Let's go to the hospital." Chen Nansong sat in the back seat, the window was opened to the maximum, the snowflakes all over the sky hit his face, and the edge of the window was also splashed wet.

While in a daze, Chen Bei called.

"Brother, what are you doing?" He whispered, covering his mouth, "Your father didn't beat you to death, did he?"

"What's Qingyan doing?" Chen Nansong asked.

"You miss him again? He's watching TV, I'll secretly take a picture for you." Chen Bei sent a picture after a while.

Zhou Qingyan was nestled on the sofa, looking like he was about to fall asleep. The blanket on his body was still from Chen Nansong's family, with an owl printed on it.

"You cover him well, don't catch a cold." Chen Nansong hung up after finishing speaking.

The car stopped at the entrance of the hospital. When Chen Nansong stepped up the snow on the stairs, he stood in an empty corner of the hall and sent Zhou Qingyan a message.

He said, let's break up, I'm tired.

The loudspeaker in the hospital kept yelling, Chen Nansong was squatting in the corner, no one noticed at all, he squatted for a long time, and then looked at the photo again.

Why would such a warm and beautiful person want to fall into the fire pit with him.

Chen Nansong felt pain in his heart.

It hurts to be out of breath.

He held the phone, buried his face in his lap, and said sorry countless times.

The heart hurts along with the wound, and it is about to tear.