I seem to have a crush on the little follower

Tang Le quickly returned to the room, and closed the door with some embarrassment. He lowered his head and leaned against the door. After a while, he walked back into the room again.

He didn't know why, although what he did was a good thing, but he had a strange feeling.

I don't want Zhou Fan to know.

Maybe it's because he doesn't want to have the feeling of being seen through, like standing naked in front of others, or maybe it's because he still owes him money, so he doesn't want to win the slightest bit of sympathy from him through anything.

Last night, Tang Le, who was reciting vocabulary by the light at the door, bumped into Zhou Fan who was coming back drunk. He looked sober at first, and after walking slowly to the rental building, he sat downstairs with a can of beer.

Tang Le didn't pay attention to him at first, but after a quiet glance, he just carried the book by himself, but then a sudden muffled sound made him shake his shoulders in shock.

"Zhou Fan...?"

Tang Le was startled, and ran down in two hastily three steps at a time. He tried his best to help Zhou Fan who was lying crookedly on the concrete floor, and let out a nervous cry.

Seeing that he was still hanging his head and didn't respond, Tang Le hurriedly patted his cold cheek.

Zhou Fan put one arm on Tang Le's shoulder and stood crookedly. He didn't notice who was supporting him, but he just smiled silly when he was photographed.

Laughing so much that he hiccupped for a long time, the strong smell of alcohol made Tang Le queasy, he really didn't like this smell.

"Brother Fan, have you been drinking?" Tang Le frowned.

"Fart! When did I drink alcohol!"

Zhou Fan became crazy about drinking, he let go of Tang Le who was tightly holding him tightly, holding the empty soda can, dancing erratically under his feet, and began to perform the drunken fairy.

Zhou Fan's cheekbones were stained with a sickly drunken red. He stared at Tang Le in front of him with blurred eyes, but his pupils were obviously out of focus. He stretched out his finger and pointed at Tang Le tremblingly.

"Aiqing, the flat peach feast just now was really good..." He spoke with his tongue out.

Tang Le's face was full of black lines, and he just gave him a glare.

Returning to the Pantao Club, I'm afraid this person's brain has been ruined by drinking?

Zhou Fan didn't see his expression, and was immersed in the plot in his mind: "I'll tell you, Yue Lao has been chasing Tai Laojun for a long time, and it can be regarded as his uncle's success. What happened at the banquet just now? One mouthful for a kiss, my God, I wish I could suck my gums out!"

What kind of weird stuff is going on in this person's mind?

what?

Yuelao and Taishang Laojun, two elders, can we be together!

Neuropathy.

But then again...

Who said that two old men can't be together, there seems to be a book in my impression, it's about the love between two boys, what's the name...?

"Beautiful Boy Love Season"?

hmmmmmm…

Where is this going?

Zhou Fan opened his mouth wide and howled like ghosts and wolves, causing the aunt upstairs to open the window and yell at him, and Tang Le hurriedly covered his mouth to apologize.

"Bold... dare! How dare you seal my mouth!" Zhou Fan became more aggressive after getting drunk, and pulled Tang Le's hand away.

"Shut up..."

Tang Le muttered something in a low voice, but he didn't let him hear it, but in order to appease the "Jade Emperor", he had to patiently whisper:

"Your Majesty is obedient, can I help you go to bed?"

"No." Zhou Fan shook his head stubbornly.

Tang Le took a breath: "The Queen Mother is waiting for you in the bedroom."

"You lied to me!" Zhou Fan said, "I obviously didn't accept a concubine!"

Tang Le couldn't help but rolled his eyes, but he still had to accompany him on the show: "Then who does Your Majesty want to see?"

Zhou Fan was stunned when he heard the sound, he stood still, his body swayed, his eyes were dull: "I want to see my mother."

"Huh?" Tang Le was puzzled.

He seemed to have lost the energy to make a fuss, and Zhou Fan was overwhelmed by drowsiness, leaning against the wall and slowly sat down, the moment his eyes closed, he muttered softly:

"I want to see my mother-in-law."

Tang Le snorted and pushed him back to the third floor, almost exhausting all his strength. Even though this man looks lean and not fat, he is actually a solid muscle man, and his weight is not light at all.

Panting, he tried to open the door one by one with the keys in Zhou Fan's pocket, and then carefully put Zhou Fan on the bed.

After finally being able to rest, Tang Le wiped off his sweat, leaned weakly against the table, looked at the handsome sleeping face of this super grass, and began to think about what he said just now.

"Er Niang" should refer to his mother.

Tang Le remembered that every time people said those insulting sentences with "Mom", they were obviously dirty words that some punks would say casually, but he would run away with red eyes, and Tang Le couldn't help but fell silent.

Zhou Fan should have a good relationship with his mother, or maybe something happened to his mother...?

Tang Le frowned, not daring to think about it.

He helped Zhou Fan take off the clothes that were vomited beyond recognition, threw them into the basin and soaked them with the washing powder brought from the rented house.

Zhou Fan's figure is very good, with a typical narrow waist and broad shoulders, and a figure that looks thinner when he undresses. After helping him take off his clothes, Tang Le discovered that he actually has muscles. The face was almost perfect, Tang Le swallowed unconsciously.

When Tang Le was shocked by his abdominal muscles, Zhou Fan had already fallen asleep in a daze, holding the quilt in his arms and not letting go.

Tang Le struggled to pull the quilt out of the "dead man"'s arms. Just as he re-covered the quilt, he kicked it over, and the quilt spun in the air. It landed on top of the bent Tang Le's head.

Wrap him tightly.

"I rely on me, rely on me!"

Tang Le couldn't help but cursed the only swear word he was proficient in three times.

He vowed never to swallow his saliva at others while they were asleep again, and sure enough, it didn't end well.

When Tang Le covered Zhou Fan with the quilt again, he had been tossing for a long time. He let out a long sigh of relief and sat on the edge of the bed. Just as his fingers touched the prickly side of the bed, the other hand was slightly cold. The hand searched for the temperature and touched it.

Compared with the superficial touches of the previous few times, Zhou Fan grasped very hard this time, perhaps because he was drunk.

Even if there were other reasons, Tang Le tried hard to convince himself that it was only because he drank too much that he resisted the urge to slap the salty pig's hoof with his other hand.

Zhou Fan just held his hand quietly, kneading the four slender fingers intentionally or unintentionally, and the man's light and faint warmth gradually spread from the palm, as if there was still the sound of heartbeat.

Tang Le could feel his fingertips twitching, his arms twitching, his eardrums twitching, and even the thing in his chest began to twitch.

Also, the hands that were holding him tightly were also chug.

Tang Le felt an excavator rumbled past in his head. He sat on the edge of the bed in a daze, and let the man hold it like this, without breaking free or moving.

But Zhou Fan didn't know anything about what happened. He slept happily, and after rubbing his face comfortably against the bed, he plunged into it.

Tang Le had no choice but to shake his head and smile slightly.

In the next few days, the two of them tacitly did not mention this matter. Even if they ran into each other in the corridor after school, they just nodded politely and left.

Zhou Fan also told Tang Le deliberately as if showing off, there was a younger brother who settled himself down responsibly after he drank too much, and cleaned up everything.

But Tang Le just smiled awkwardly and didn't expose it.

But Zhou Fan was even more depressed. He wanted to use this method to get closer to him and stimulate him to tell the truth, but this kid just couldn't be fooled, and always looked at him with a cold expression, as if he was right for everything. Calm and insensitive.

It's really confusing.

But only Tang Le knew that he was deliberately avoiding him, and why he was hiding, even he didn't know.

Maybe it was the inexplicable heartbeat that jumped all over the body.

It's late October, and it won't be long before the beginning of winter. The autumn wind becomes icy after the light rain after another, and it starts to scrape people's cheeks like a blade.

A few days ago, my mother asked someone to bring money, saying that it was for Tang Le to buy some new warm clothes to wear. He was not willing to buy them, so he put the money in the interlayer of his schoolbag, and then put the clothes that had been worn as thin as a cicada Yi put on his clothes one by one, but he was still shivering in the cold wind.

Tang Le wrapped up his school uniform, which was still windproof, and walked slowly towards the rental house, but before he got downstairs, he saw a figure with his hips akimbo standing not far away.

He froze for a moment, and slowed down unconsciously.

"Hurry up!" Grandma snapped.

Tang Le didn't have time to agree, so he ran towards her in a hurry. For some reason, his heartbeat accelerated crazily, as if he had expected something.

"What's wrong... ouch!"

Before Tang Le could finish speaking, she grabbed her ears fiercely.

Grandma's hands were full of calluses, and the usual farm work made her very strong. She roughly pinched the cartilage on Tang Le's ear, and twisted it hard, making Tang Le scream in pain involuntarily.

"You still have the face to ask what's wrong, tell me! Do you know something!" Grandma asked violently. She roared so loudly that a circle of people quickly surrounded the roadside.

"Grandma, go back and talk."

Enduring the severe pain, Tang Le gritted his teeth and said with the last trace of reason.

Grandma didn't want others to know about her mess, so she cursed a few words, then grabbed him by the ear and went upstairs.

But as soon as he entered the door, Tang Le's heart became cold.

Tang Le knew that in a place where no one was around, grandma would naturally fight more unscrupulously, but he finally came to the city. Although there are not many classmates nearby, he really can't afford to waste his face.

Grandma kicked Tang Le's leg, and his swollen calf suddenly felt a sharp pain, which spread to the brain like a convulsion.

Tang Le gritted his teeth fiercely to prevent the swirling tears from flowing out as the overwhelming pain hit his eyes.

But his legs gave way, and he swayed and sat on the ground.

"Did your mother tell you something?" Grandma closed the door with a "bang", and the room became much darker.

"say what?"

Tang Le didn't know where grandma's sudden idea came from, and he didn't know if the note was discovered by grandma. Although Tang Le didn't know what the note meant, but out of instinct, he pretended to Silly pretended not to understand what grandma said.

Grandma glared at him, and asked another way: "Then do you know where your mother has gone?"

"Where did she go...? Isn't she in the mountains?" Tang Le was at a loss.

"A hammer! Did she say something to you? I knew it! I knew she had no good intentions in bringing you to school in the city, white-eyed wolf! It's a fucking white-eyed wolf!!"

Seeing that Tang Le was also a monk of two feet, grandma couldn't figure it out, and she had nowhere to vent her anger. Her eyes were flushed, and she couldn't stop cursing. Swing heavily on Tang Le's back.

"Uh……"

Tang Le couldn't help making a painful sound, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

"Say it or not!" Grandma pointed at him with Mazar's wooden leg, and the anger in her eyes was burning, as if she was looking at the enemy who stole her money.

Tang Le frowned, trying to make his voice sound calm: "I really don't know, what's wrong?"

"Your mother ran away!"

Grandma scolded him in the face, and her saliva bounced on his face:

"That white-eyed wolf surnamed Tang doesn't want you anymore! He doesn't want Binzi and me either! Gou.ri bastard, I'm really blind!"

"Run... ran away?!"

Tang Le stared wide-eyed, looking at grandma in disbelief, stuttering when speaking.

"roll!"

Grandma slammed the Maza hard on the ground beside Tang Le. The moment the wood and screws hit the hard concrete floor, they fell apart.

Grandma cursed: "She will die badly, die badly! Get the hell out of here! If you don't get her back to me, don't come back!"

Grandma picked up the broken wood on the ground and threw it at Tang Le like crazy.

Tang Le hurriedly limped up from the ground. He staggered and picked up his schoolbag. While avoiding the wood that might hit him at any time, he leaned on the wall and moved towards the door with blank eyes.

He couldn't hear grandma's filthy cursing behind him, only a few words kept circulating in his ears, impacting his brain, the buzzing sound in his head, as if someone was holding an assault rifle gun, and shot crazily at the back of his head, beating him to a bloody mess.

"She doesn't want you anymore, she doesn't want you anymore, she doesn't want you anymore..."

Tang Le was sitting on the stairs, still at the corner, a beam of light hit the ground in front of his feet, but as soon as the sun went down, it would disappear quickly, and there was no chance of it even reaching him. No.

"Mom doesn't want me anymore..." Tang Le said in a low voice, his eyes were empty and numb, and he read this sentence like a robot.

Without a trace of emotion.

He remembered what his mother said to take him home, and that "going home" is where the "home" is. Could it be that his mother has returned to that "home" now, but at the same time she made the decision to abandon herself ?

Really……?

He has never been willing to call this rental house "home", because there is no family affection here, no mother, it is just an empty body, a cold room.

But my mother has returned to "home" now, but this "home" does not include him.

So, for mom, home without him is also home, right?

Tang Le propped his elbows on his knees, hugged his head with both hands, and pressed his head between his legs fiercely. He curled up tightly, huddled in the corner, and looked like a baby in the mother's womb. Insecure and pitiful.

His head was dizzy, he seemed to have fallen into the icy lake, gradually sinking, sinking again...

"Hey."

A familiar voice sounded next to his ear, waking up Tang Le's brain, and a warm palm teasingly patted his cheek, with a teasing tone: "You can fall asleep sitting here, you are also a god, Tang Le .”

Tang Le didn't know why, when he heard this voice, he felt a strange feeling in his heart. The hardest wall collapsed after the sound of "Tang Le".

Tang Le's fingers, which were turning blue due to hard work, gradually loosened. His messy head was raised from between his knees, and the slightly long hair was pinned behind the ear, and the bangs were scattered in front of his eyes, making his soft face more delicate. nice.

Tang Le's tears, which he had endured for a long time, quickly fell from his eyes, and his red eyes looked at the shocked boy in front of him.

He gritted his teeth, his voice was almost trembling: "Brother Fan..."

The author has something to say: The relationship between Xiao Tang Le and Brother Fan will make progress soon~

This book has a slow pace, and it will be more plot-oriented, please bear with me, little cuties~

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