I seem to have a crush on the little follower

Until Tang Le finished his homework, the anti-theft door at the corner did not open again, but he was very calm. This kind of thing happened too many times before.

Because he accidentally knocked over the pig food, or lost a chicken by mistake, grandma would lock the door of the house mercilessly. Li wrapped himself up and fell asleep, listening to the contented snoring of the pigs in the pen at night, and actually slept soundly.

Later, after even his mother realized his strong ability to survive, no one begged for Tang Le's favor any more. It seemed that being locked out of the door every now and then was just an ordinary punishment like slapping the palm of his hand.

But Zhou Fan didn't think so. Although he had been away from home for two years, he still believed that it was impossible for a family to reach such a perfect state.

But it just so happens that Tang Le's home is not a complete "home".

Just like himself.

No one of the two of them has any pity for the other, they are all in the same boat.

"Haven't slept yet?" Zhou Fan came back from work and pushed the door in with the smell of grilled skewers all over his body.

"No, I'm reciting words." Tang Le frowned, then said.

Zhou Fan glanced at the textbooks on the table, nodded, then looked left and right, took out a book from his schoolbag, and was about to walk out the door with a stool.

"Why are you going?" Tang Le raised his head.

"Do your homework for a while." Zhou Fan said without looking back.

Tang Le was puzzled: "Why go outside, it's so cold."

"The smell is too strong," Zhou Fan smiled, and then pointed to his book: "You memorize your vocabulary carefully, and I'll get rid of the smell."

"do not."

Seeing this, Tang Le hurriedly got up, a little embarrassed, he thought that he had to go out because he occupied Zhou Fan's desk, he was really a little embarrassed: "I'll go out and memorize, you can write on the desk."

Zhou Fan understood what he was thinking, and said with a soft smile, "I'm lying down here to write, and the smell won't go away. I'm used to it, but do you want to sleep in the frying pan all night?"

"..."

Tang Le fell silent immediately. He thought for a few seconds, but he still felt a little sorry.

Zhou Fan jumped ahead of him and said, "Go ahead, I'll come in as soon as I finish my scent. I won't delay for a quarter of an hour. Is this okay?"

"OK then."

Tang Le smiled slightly when he heard the sound, his eyes hadn't completely subsided, and his hoarse voice didn't dissipate the traces of crying a few hours ago.

Zhou Fan took the stool and textbooks, closed the door and sat in the corridor.

The sensor light in the corridor was howled by Zhou Fan every once in a while. He looked at the geography workbook in his hand with the light, and was stunned for a long time. He didn't remember what the latitude and longitude of Beijing was. Staring at the word "Answer" with big eyes and small eyes.

After a while, he finally closed the exercise book impatiently, and then leaned against the wall.

what's the problem?

In fact, Zhou Fan has been in a daze since the hangover. He was dazed for several days. Even when he bumped into Tang Le sometimes, he kept thinking about what this kid was thinking and why not Be willing to tell yourself the truth.

But after thinking about it for several days, apart from being stared at several times by the teacher in math class, I have gained nothing.

He felt very aggrieved, the aggrieved feeling from a top student who couldn't solve a not-so-difficult problem.

In fact, Zhou Fan didn't even know what kind of madness he was going into. If it was normal, if all the troubles of a person happened to be entangled with him, he would at most secretly scold the other party in his heart: "It's crazy."

But when facing Tang Le, he was doing what he was supposed to do. If he was in trouble, he would solve it, and if he bullied someone, he would fight back. He was honest like a quail.

No, the quail should be Tang Le.

You must be that giraffe.

But giraffes don't look like stupid guys in any way, except for their actions when they are courting.

Zhou Fan raised his neck and flicked his head.

Hey!

There was a crunching sound.

Old and old, this bone rings, as if his mother is chewing rice...

As soon as Zhou Fan swung his neck, he was so frightened by the sound that he stopped, clutching his neck and complaining.

Tang Le just raised his head and witnessed the whole process of his "twisting his neck" from the window.

He opened the door and came out, somewhat puzzled: "Brother Fan, what's wrong with your neck."

"It's okay, I just shook it and twisted it." Zhou Fan smiled, after all, it's a foolish thing to say.

"It's so good, why throw it away..." Tang Le said.

Zhou Fan thought for a long time, and had to come to a conclusion:

"Courtship."

"..."

The bed in Zhou Fan’s rented house is a double bed, which is enough for two people to sleep, and if one sleeps alone, he can dance a spring ballet in his dream.

But this situation was a bit embarrassing, Zhou Fan began to regret his sudden idea of ​​sleeping together, although Tang Le could only sleep on the street besides sleeping with him.

But sleeping on the street is sleeping on the street, after all, it's none of your business!

Zhou Fan always seems to be a difficult person to get close to. On the surface, he seems to be able to chat with anyone, as if there are friends everywhere in China, but he also knows that he is really lonely.

He is willing to get close to anyone, to test him out, but no matter who he is to, he just stops at probing. For so many years, except for the name Xie Haotian, he has never heard any name stay in his ear for so long.

Zhou Fan suddenly became confused about why he did this, as if he had been possessed by an evil spirit, and wanted to get close to Tang Le and redeem him as if he had been possessed by an evil spirit.

Yes, redeem him.

Maybe it's just because Tang Le is a bit like his previous self. It was so hard at that time, he wanted to help Tang Le and save his original self.

Zhou Fan suddenly found a reasonable explanation, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Are you used to sleeping inside or outside?" Zhou Fan carried Xie Haotian's usual quilt out of the cabinet.

"I..." Tang Le hesitated, then pointed to the table: "I'll sleep here."

"Sleeping...here?" Zhou Fan was incredulous.

He walked over, stretched his arms to compare the length of the table, and roughly estimated Tang Le's height up and down.

"It's not long enough." Zhou Fan pinched his chin and said.

"..." Tang Le was speechless immediately: "Did I point to the window sill and have to perform acrobatics tonight?"

"Maybe." Zhou Fan raised his eyebrows.

Tang Le smiled helplessly. In fact, this super grass is not as magical as the rumors, and even a little crazy, which is a bit annoying.

"I'll sleep on my stomach. I have a chair." Tang Le walked over and touched Zhou Fan's chair. His chair still had a soft cushion, which was very high-end: "It's quite soft and quite comfortable."

"This is also called quite soft?!" Zhou Fan was stunned for a moment, and said with emotion: "Little brats who have suffered hardships are easy to support."

"That's right." Tang Le heard the sound and laughed, opening his mouth with some complacency.

Seeing that he really took a blanket and sat on the chair, Zhou Fan realized that the kid was telling the truth. Taking advantage of Tang Le's turning around, he raised his hand and took off his shirt. , and then changed into a loose pajamas.

Zhou Fan shook off the folded quilt, leaned on the bed, folded one leg in front of him, looked at Tang Le's back: "Where are you really sleeping?"

"Well," Tang Le rubbed his eyes: "I won't trouble you."

Zhou Fan smiled helplessly: "What's the trouble? That boy Xie Haotian is fine and squeezed me to sleep here. No trouble, come and sleep. Your neck will hurt when you get up there tomorrow morning."

"It's all right."

Tang Le turned around and twitched the corners of his mouth tiredly: "The little brat who has suffered a lot is easy to feed."

Zhou Fan laughed and didn't refute him anymore. He just turned off the lights in the room and sat quietly on the bed, tilting his head against the pillow and staring at his lying back. In the dark room, Only a shallow outline can be seen.

Zhou Fan didn't feel his eyes hurt until he saw a whole picture temporarily left in his vision.

He moved his body, got up from the bed lightly with a squeak, walked to Tang Le's side, and heard his steady breathing.

Zhou Fan lowered his head and tentatively called softly, "Tang Le."

……

Seeing that no one responded, he stretched out his hand and gently supported Tang Le with his arm from behind the waist on the other side. Zhou Fan stopped moving, but the person in his arms was still sleeping like a dead pig, without any movement at all. .

Only then did he feel relieved, and stretched his other arm through Tang Le's leg socket, gently picked him up from the table, and put him on the bed.

Zhou Fan breathed a sigh of relief, and lay down beside him.

It's not that he hasn't slept with others, he has slept with his mother, he has slept with Xie Haotian, even when he went to his grandma's house, he somehow shared the same bed with Ersha who jumped up in the middle of the night.

But this feeling is very strange, perhaps because Tang Le is still not familiar enough to him in essence.

The body seemed to instinctively feel the approach of the novel smell, and the skin on the side close to him was a little tense. Zhou Fan rubbed his arms and fell asleep after a while.

When Tang Le was woken up by the alarm clock next to the bed the next day, Zhou Fan had already left early, and there was a note under the alarm clock. The words on it were written like running script, strong but beautiful , It can be seen that there is a strong calligraphy foundation.

This is the first time Tang Le has seen Zhou Fan's handwriting, and his handwriting belongs to the kind that surprises people at first sight, and then almost never forgets it for a lifetime.

He marveled as he washed his face, setting it aside and squinting at it.

[I recently fell in love with an early breakfast stall. I have to go to the shop in the past two days, and I have to leave at four o'clock. I don't know how you usually eat breakfast. There is a bottle of hot milk in the pot and bread in the cabinet. No matter you Take it whether you like it or not. When I come back, if they are still there, I will unscrew your head next time and put it inside to heat up.

Mr. Zhou stayed at Yangfan Grill Co., Ltd. 】

"Zhou Zongliu" was followed by a strange symbol, a vertical equal sign with a tick under it. Tang Le couldn't understand it after reading it for a long time, so he laughed at this person's ability to lie, and rubbed it casually. Tang Le paused for a moment when he was about to throw away the ball of paper.

He retracted his hand and put it into the interlayer of his schoolbag.

But when the hand was just pulled out, it was as if a bolt of lightning struck down from the top of his head. Tang Le's eyes widened and his whole body trembled.

note...

Correct!

note!

Tang Le's hands were almost trembling. He didn't even have time to wipe off the dripping drips on his face. He sat on the side of the bed with his schoolbag in his arms like crazy. He tremblingly took out the book from the interlayer. A note that has been out for a long time.

As if someone was crazily beating his eardrums with drumsticks, Tang Le felt the surroundings quiet down. In a dark space, he could only hear his heart beating madly, and the words in his mouth murmuring voice.

"Tang Hai, Tang Hai..."