Serious warning to next door Husky neighbors

At noon the next day, the two of them hadn't woken up yet. The cleaning at the door of the room rang the doorbell a few times. Chen Nansong turned over and patted the person next to him a few times, "Go and drive, I can't move."

Zhou Qingyan smiled, put on a coat, opened the door and bought breakfast before coming up.Chen Nansong was brushing his teeth leaning against the bathroom door, then turned his head and said good morning.

"When are you going to stay and go back?" Zhou Qingyan rested his chin on his shoulder.

"The Spring Festival is over." Chen Nansong took a few sips of water, "How about delaying it for a few days?"

Zhou Qingyan smiled, "Delay for a few days, go home and live."

Chen Nansong was stunned for a long time, "Isn't it all your house?" Just after he was pinched by someone, he turned his head obediently, "What's yours is mine, and people are mine."

Zhou Qingyan nodded with a smile, "How was the Spring Festival?"

"It's nothing special." Chen Nansong lowered his head and took a bite of the fried rice, but didn't continue.

"Nan Song." Zhou Qingyan called him, Chen Nansong looked up at him, Zhou Qingyan continued, "You can say anything, don't hold back."

Chen Nansong bowed his head for a long time, and swallowed a mouthful of food, "My dad is gone, and I don't know what it feels like. Logically speaking, I should be happy, but I still feel uncomfortable."

Chen Nansong didn't look up, his face was held up by someone.

"It's all over." Zhou Qingyan rubbed the back of his head, "Be happy, I hope you will be happy in the future."

"Don't you hate me? My life is almost at stake." Chen Nansong looked at him, Zhou Qingyan squatted, "I hate it even more when you run."

Chen Nansong stuck his head into Zhou Qingyan's shoulder and said hoarsely, "I won't run away anymore."

There are only a few days left in the Spring Festival, and Chen Nansong has been staying at Zhou Qingyan's house, and sneaked upstairs while people were cooking.

There is a small iron net on the wall of the bedroom, which is used for photos, and it is quite empty. There are only three photos, and they are still photos from the back.

Chen Nansong stood by and watched for a long time before realizing that it was him.

Zhou Qingyan didn't know when he secretly took photos. One was taken while he was sitting on a wooden chair next to the community square, one was taken when he was in Nanzhuang, and the other was taken on a hospital bed. The lower right corner was a bit worn out. Turned pale.

It was estimated that the meal was ready downstairs, so Zhou Qingyan called his name a few times.

"Right now!" Chen Nansong shouted, and took a long time to dig out the back of the phone, and put the photo of Zhou Qingyan into it together.

From now on, in the lives of the two of them, there will no longer be only lonely single photos.

"I made cream pasta, try it." Zhou Qingyan put the bowl over.

"No more boiled vegetables?" Chen Nansong smiled and sent noodles to his mouth.

"One, three, five, you order, two, four, six, I'll order, Sunday barbecue." Zhou Qingyan sat across from him and said.

"Who will do it?" Chen Nansong looked at him excitedly.

Zhou Qingyan looked up at him, "Do you want to do it? Can you guarantee that you won't blow up the kitchen?"

"Yes!" After Chen Nansong finished speaking, his guilty eyes flickered again, "Why don't you just watch from the side..."

At the end of the meal, Zhou Qingyan suddenly asked, "What story are you telling today?"

Chen Nansong drank his saliva and thought for a long time, "Mr. Rabbit, the end of the story, got married and went home."

"Which rabbit married her home." Zhou Qingyan looked at him with a smile.

"The handsome rabbit next door." Chen Nansong laughed and said, "Zhou Rabbit, I'm going to wash the dishes."

"What do I need to prepare to marry Mr. Rabbit?" Zhou Qingyan turned his head and smiled.

"Carry Mr. Rabbit on your back for ten laps and then run another 1000 meters." Chen Nansong smiled, "Let's get another basket of carrots."

On the day after the Spring Festival, Chen Nansong still had to leave. Once the tickets were bought, there was still a year and a half to go.

Zhou Qingyan took a leave of absence and ran to the airport to see him off, watching him quietly enter the security check.

"You should still be quiet. The last time Chen Bei sent me off, the quarrel gave me a headache." Chen Nansong finished speaking and was about to go forward, but was dragged back.

Zhou Qingyan sighed, "It's the first time I say such a thing." He looked at Chen Nansong and said, "I love you."

The loudspeaker at the airport blared loudly, and Chen Nansong's head buzzed along with it. He didn't realize it until Zhou Qingyan pushed his shoulder, "Go in quickly, it's too late."

Chen Nansong turned around in a daze, walked to the security checkpoint, and just as he stepped in, he suddenly turned around and ran outside.

Zhou Qingyan was just about to turn around, but was startled when he raised his eyes.

"I never said that I, Chen Nansong, have never loved anyone." He breathed a sigh of relief, "You are the only one, Zhou Qingyan, I love you too."

After Chen Nansong finished speaking, he suddenly panicked, turned around and walked inside the security check, "Let's go, see you later."

At the same time and place, Chen Nansong was still sitting in that side seat, and the winter sun was still shining brightly.

Right now, he was reluctant and uneasy in this city before, but now he is at ease, he will come back, and some people still miss him.

He went to another familiar place with full of joy, half a world away, but he never felt so at ease.

Zhou Qingyan's news is still the same: safe and sound.

Added a line at the back: I will wait for you.

Life abroad is still the same, with things you can't learn, things you can't do, and people you can't think about and talk with.

Chen Nansong's mobile phone bill has more than doubled, and he keeps making WeChat calls every day.

It just doesn't fit sometimes.

At four o'clock in the middle of the night, Zhou Qingyan called Chen Nansong.

"Sleeping?" Chen Nansong looked at him while biting the bread, Zhou Qingyan hummed with his throat in his mouth, and stood beside him with his mobile phone.

Chen Nansong just watched people sleep like that, and watched while working. He almost had to pay the phone bill at the end of the month, which made his flesh hurt.

The result is still the same after handing over.

The weather is getting hotter, and Chen Nansong can wear a denim jacket to go out. People from the school team said that there will be fireworks on the other side of the river that night.

Chen Nansong drove around a lot at night and found a good seat. There were many people on the slope grass, and he sat at the highest place.

The mobile phone video was picked up in seconds, and Zhou Qingyan was changing homework. It is estimated that the heating in the room is too high, and the forehead is covered with sweat.

"Watch the fireworks." Chen Nansong smiled at him, Zhou Qingyan opened the window, leaned on the window edge and stared at the phone.

The fireworks went off for a long time that day. Chen Nansong held up his mobile phone, and the fireworks crackled in his ears. He stared at the person on the screen of the mobile phone the whole time and laughed with him. Only then did Chen Nansong realize that he wanted to treat this person Well, wholeheartedly well.

The days with someone accompanying him went by very quickly. When summer was approaching, Chen Nansong was about to move again, this time it was a complete move. He graduated at the end of June and found a job in China. He was busy packing his luggage in the past two days.

When collecting the closet, he found the blue shirt in the corner, still neatly shaped like a tofu cube.

Chen Nansong took a photo of it and put it in the suitcase intact.

In the evening, Zhou Qingyan sent a message, saying that the air ticket has been bought, and it will be the day after tomorrow.

On the day of pick-up, Chen Nansong took a huge sign with Zhou Qingyan's name written on it, drew stars and rainbows full of crayons, and waved the sign at the pick-up gate.

Zhou Qingyan was startled when he looked up and saw the person, rushed over and hugged him, "You can still draw?"

"How is it?" Chen Nansong raised the sign a little higher.

Zhou Qingyan touched his head and didn't speak, just smiled.

"Tsk." Chen Nansong smacked his lips, "I'll drive, the house has been rented out, and you have to stay in a hotel with me."

"How was the ceremony yesterday?" Zhou Qingyan asked.

"It's okay, but no one is taking pictures. There will be another show at nine o'clock tomorrow morning, open day." Chen Nansong pulled up his seat belt, "Come with me when you pack up in the morning, and take pictures."

"Okay, how do you want to shoot?" Zhou Qingyan asked him.

"That depends on what clothes you bring." Chen Nansong smiled.

"Suits and denim suits are formal and casual, so bring them all." Zhou Qingyan said.

"It's pretty well prepared." Chen Nansong smiled happily, "Then shoot for a day, until the photo wall is filled."

"The two houses are completely filled." Zhou Qingyan smiled.

"Hey, why does it sound like a rich man showing off his wealth, why are you giving me back the house." Chen Nansong parked the car.

"Pay back what, keep it, if you make me angry, I'll run to the next room and stay there." Zhou Qingyan stepped out the door.

"How willing." Chen Nansong smiled, "I can definitely coax you back."

"How to coax." Zhou Qingyan leaned on the door and watched him smile.

Chen Nansong pounced on the person like a wild monkey, nestled his head on Zhou Qingyan's shoulder, bit the person's earlobe and said, "Coax him like this."

Early the next morning, the two of them wore suits, and Chen Nansong stared at him for a long time like a hooligan.

"I'm watching the saliva flow out." Zhou Qingyan turned his head and smiled a few times.

Chen Nansong pressed his shoulder against him, "I've never seen you wear it like this, but it looks pretty good."

"Then I will always be like this from now on?" Zhou Qingyan looked closer at him.

"Come on, just show me, don't go out to recruit people." Chen Nansong leaned against the door and smiled.

"The pants are not zipped up." Zhou Qingyan looked down at him.

"Hey, I forgot, you forgot." Chen Nansong turned around and checked again, "Let's go."

"Let's go." Zhou Qingyan grabbed his shoulders and led him outside.

There are many people on campus, but there is no one on the small road next to the teaching building. It is a simple building made of concrete, and the concrete steps are not smooth. Standing at the front of the small road and looking into the distance, it happens to be a church.

Chen Nansong urged hard, Zhou Qingyan settled down, leaning the phone on the stand behind him.

"Done yet?"

"All right."

"How about choosing a better place?" Chen Nansong turned to look at him, Zhou Qingyan forced his head back, "Look ahead."

Chen Nansong thought for a long time with his fingers, this is probably the first photo of the two of them together in a long time.

"Where are you going next?" Zhou Qingyan turned to ask him.

"Over there on the lawn." Chen Nansong was still looking at the photo, and raised his chin that way.

As soon as he finished speaking, his whole body turned over, Zhou Qingyan squatted down and forced the 1.8-meter man on his back.

"Where is the trouble?" Chen Nansong laughed for a long time, but he didn't struggle, and relaxed his arms.

"Marry a rabbit, turn around ten times, right?" Zhou Qingyan asked.

Chen Nansong reacted for a few seconds, and couldn't stop laughing, "Aren't you dizzy? It doesn't count if you fall down."

"It can't be poured." Zhou Qingyan turned around twice after speaking, and ran forward with the person on his back.

"You run slowly." Chen Nansong was so jolted that he couldn't speak clearly, so he just shut up and kept laughing.

Crossing the huge lawn, when Chen Nansong slid off him, he sat on the ground and lay on his back.

Zhou Qingyan sat beside him panting, "Does it count?"

Chen Nansong looked up at him, "Forget it."

The photos were taken all morning, and in the afternoon, they were developed in a small photo studio next to them. They were thick and collapsed, and they were all photos of two people.

Chen Nansong took out one, "I'll give you this one, or can you choose one yourself?"

In his hand was a photo of Zhang Zhou Qingyan carrying him on his back. A passer-by helped to take the photo. Zhou Qingyan said, "Just this one."

Chen Nansong drew a pen from the pen container, and the two rubbed their shoulders to write on the photo.

Zhou Qingyan: Thank you for meeting you on an ordinary day. Throat lozenges are very good, and the ice cream is also very sweet. It's a pity that I didn't meet you earlier.

Chen Nansong: Thank you for meeting Mr. Zhou in those crazy days. You are the tenderness I have never felt before.

--Finish

The author has something to say:

It's a pretty short story, so I'll stop here, thank you.