Serious warning to next door Husky neighbors

Chen Nansong's phone was about to explode, and Zhou Qingyan called one after another.

He didn't dare to answer it, so he just watched the phone vibrate, the curtains of the hotel were closed tightly by him, no light came in, and the door was open, please do not disturb.

The only thing left in the world is the sound of the phone.

Chen Nansong finally picked it up, holding his throat so he didn't dare to say a word, for fear of revealing his secrets.

He took a deep breath, breathed low and said, hello.

"Chen Nansong, how dare you." Zhou Qingyan gritted his teeth and said.

Chen Nansong didn't hold back all of a sudden, clutching the phone receiver and grabbing the collar of his chest to breathe hard.

How dare he.

As soon as Zhou Qingyan's voice came out, he couldn't hold back anymore. He wanted to say that he drank too much yesterday, his hands were slippery, and his brain was cramped. He wanted to keep his voice low to calm him down.

Chen Nansong couldn't say it, and finally held the phone with trembling hands and said, "Shall we break up?"

Zhou Qingyan paused for a long time, "You have already decided, I said no, do you want to?"

I don't want to.

Chen Nansong wished he could take out his heart and send it over.

"Do you remember what you said before?" Zhou Qingyan asked him.

Chen Nansong didn't speak, he nestled in the small space next to the cabinet.

"You said that if you say you broke up one day, let me punch you and tell me not to believe it." Zhou Qingyan amplified his voice and said in a hoarse voice, "You at least let me punch you, what is it now? ?”

Chen Nansong's phone slipped from his hand and fell to the ground. He was crying so hard that he didn't know when he hung up the phone.

He nestled in that little corner all night until four o'clock in the morning.

Chen Bei kept calling.

Chen Nansong's voice was already so hoarse that he didn't make a sound when he opened his mouth. He paused for a few seconds and said hello.

"What are you doing!" Chen Bei yelled, "The National People's Congress was running to the airport at night, and I didn't stop him until the middle of the road!"

"Hey! You talk, you..." Chen Bei was quiet for a long time, then sighed, "Think about it yourself, I can't say whether it's right or not, just don't regret it, just call if you have something to do .”

The phone hangs up.

At 06:30 in the morning, the door of the room rang, the kind of bell ringing like death.

Chen Nansong wanted to stand up, but his body was already stiff after lying in bed all night, he staggered a few steps towards the door, and he knew who it was without looking at the door.

He was tired from the night's fuss, and now he looked drained.

Now should be a good time, I won't continue to make noise when I'm tired, and my tears have dried up, I guess I won't be able to cry later.

When the door opened, a gust of cold air hit him from the shop.

Zhou Qingyan looked no better than him. He was wearing a cotton padded jacket and looked at him panting. He pushed the door open and went in without asking any questions.

"Didn't sleep?" Zhou Qingyan glanced at the bed, the quilt on it didn't move, "Yes, can you sleep?"

The corners of Zhou Qingyan's eyes were red when he turned his head to look at him. He picked up Chen Nansong's collar and pushed him off the bed.

Chen Nansong didn't feel any pain. The man was angry and didn't pull his collar very hard, so he held it with his own hands and didn't pull him.

He turned his head away, staring at the window, not daring to look at the face overhead.

Zhou Qingyan forced his chin back, "Don't you want to say it? Say it now."

Where did Chen Nansong open his mouth, he stared at Zhou Qingyan's eyes, suddenly his nose became sore, he looked at him begging for mercy, and said, "Qingyan." He stretched out his hand to put it on his face, but forgot There is gauze on it.

The wrists were clenched and placed on top of the head.

"You really aren't afraid of pain, are you?" Zhou Qingyan stared at him and said every word with gritted teeth.

Chen Nansong was really at a loss, his small voice seemed to be talking to himself, and he said, "It hurts."

Zhou Qingyan loosened his hands, he held Chen Nansong's face, the temperature on his skin was a little hot, he leaned down and said to the person, "Didn't you be fine yesterday."

Chen Nansong quickly knelt down and begged him, begging Zhou Qingyan to beat him up and slam the door out, it would be better than suffering here.

His throat is trembling now when he exhales.

"Qing Yan." Chen Nansong trembled as expected when he spoke, "We are not on the same road."

Zhou Qingyan's tone became cold, "So?"

"If I let you go, you also let me go, okay?" Chen Nansong was really about to beg him.

The man looked at him with his arms on top, to see how helpless and uncomfortable he was.

Zhou Qingyan lowered his head and kissed him, mixed with saltiness, and said when he looked up, "You have the ability to repeat the text message you sent."

Chen Nan twitched his heart.

The dimly lit room was eerily quiet.

Chen Nansong said: "Let's break up, I'm tired."

Zhou Qingyan turned over from him and lay beside him with his head up, "You let me punch you."

Chen Nansong turned over, and his body hurt all the time. He endured the pain and rolled onto Zhou Qingyan, closed his eyes and said, "You hit it."

Zhou Qingyan endured it for a long time, pulled his gauze-wrapped arm with red eyes, and kissed it.

He got up and got out of bed, took the coat at the door, slapped the door, and the door closed.

Chen Nansong never wanted to come to this place in his life, but he had nowhere to go. After Zhou Qingyan left, he locked himself in the hotel room for three days.

Later, Chen Bei was afraid that he would die, so he almost called the police.

Early in the morning of the third day, he carried his suitcase and smashed open the door of his room.

Chen Bei originally wanted to curse, but when he opened the door and looked at Chen Nansong's appearance, tears welled up in his eyes, "Brother, you haven't eaten for a few days."

Chen Nansong's voice has gotten better these days, "I'm not hungry."

"I'll give you something to eat, you're really skinny." Chen Bei sat on a chair by the table and looked at him.

Chen Nansong fell on the bed and looked at the ceiling without saying a word.

The curtains were pulled open, it was still a fine day, and the whole room was brightly lit by the sun.

This place that Chen Nansong hates to the core is that the weather is good every day.

Chen Bei ordered a bunch of takeaways, including the light and oily ones.

"Aren't you going to ask how it is?" Chen Bei rolled up the roast duck and put it on an empty plate next to it for him.

Chen Nansong looked at him, "How is it?"

"You still have the nerve to ask." Chen Bei originally wanted to scold someone, but he lowered his head and said, "I haven't seen you in the past few days. I left early and returned late. I didn't even see the face clearly."

"Brother, you are suffering." Chen Bei said, "You can't be like this, you have to eat, how about I go out with you?"

Chen Nansong covered his eyes, the sun made him uncomfortable, "I'll go live at your house first."

"Okay!" Chen Bei handed over the bowl, and Chen Nansong took it.

"I'm going to sell the house these few days." Chen Nansong took a bite of the pancake after speaking. He probably didn't touch the greasy smell in the past few days, and his stomach would feel nauseated if he touched it.

Chen Bei glared at him, "You are really so terrific!"

Chen Nansong stuffed food into his mouth with all his strength, trying to suppress the tears that just came up.

He sprinted towards the toilet and vomited in the bathroom for half an hour.

I vomited on an empty stomach, but I couldn't vomit later and was still retching.

Chen Bei didn't dare to knock on the door, so he stood at the door, "Brother, go to the hospital, don't ruin your body."

Although he guessed that the doctor didn't think well of him, he still had to say something.

"Nan Song, I know you won't listen to me even if I say this, but since it's already been divided, you have to move forward no matter whether it's clean or not." Chen Bei said, "You have nothing to do with yourself. Get distracted." Chen Bei sat on a chair and said into the toilet.

When Chen Nansong came out, his head was covered with water droplets, he wiped his face, "Is there any porridge?"

"Yes!" Chen Bei hooked a chair and went over.

Chen Nansong didn't know what he was thinking, but in the end he ate the porridge honestly.

"Go and get your hair cut. It's grown so long and you don't shave your beard, so I don't dislike you." Chen Bei glanced at him, "I still have two pieces of clothes in my suitcase, I'll change them later."

"Thank you." Chen Nansong said.

"Don't, don't scare me. I haven't heard you say these two words for several years." Chen Bei backed away a little, and finally lit a cigarette and went to the window to smoke.

"But, you still have me to accompany you, Zhou...forget it." Chen Bei closed his mouth.

Chen Nansong returned the room, and was dragged to the barber shop by Chen Bei. His hair was shaved, and his head was shaved.

He has a scar on his head, which his father gave him before, but it was always covered by his long hair, and now it's all exposed.

Chen Nansong touched his head, patted it a few times and went out the door.

The air tickets were issued in the afternoon of that day, and the two slept at the airport. After boarding the plane, Chen Nansong still sat by the window as usual.

The sun is still strong outside, but it seems that the snow can't be melted.

Chen Nansong stared at the mountains outside the window and the rows of roads. After the plane took off, he watched that area disappear from his vision.

He knew that he would never come back in this life.

He suddenly smiled, and Chen Bei said, "What are you laughing at?"

"Qing Yan finally came here, but he left without even seeing this broken place."

"Actually...it's not broken." Chen Bei turned his head to look at him.

Chen Nansong said: "It's broken, it's really broken."

He was fairly familiar with Chen Bei's house, so he ran towards that place after getting off the plane, and he dragged Chen Bei back to his house to get his luggage and clothes.

At twelve o'clock in the evening, he looked for a website on the computer and sent a message about buying a house. Before the photo could be uploaded, he wrote an address and posted it.

At one o'clock in the morning, Chen Nansong took a shower and lay down on the bed. He checked Moments several times with his mobile phone, but he didn't see what he wanted to see.

People like cheap hands when they are bored, so he clicked on the photo album.

The first photo was Zhou Qingyan sleeping on the sofa, and the second photo was when he was discharged from the hospital.

Chen Nansong stared at him, and zoomed in on him with his fingers, trying to make himself uncomfortable.

In less than a week, he was missing someone.

The photos are not willing to delete, Chen Nansong has a problem, he likes to toss himself.

There is a machine for developing photos in the bedroom. Chen Bei bought it, but it has never been used.

Chen Nansong printed out Zhou Qingyan's discharge photo and put it behind the phone case.