I seem to have a crush on the little follower

"Tang Hai?" The man thought for a while, then continued to pack his things with his head down: "We have people called Jiang Hai and Huang He here, but we don't have anyone named Tang Hai."

Tang Le paused for a moment, then he asked again: "Think about it carefully, how about a few years ago?"

"How many years ago?" the man asked without looking up.

Tang Le thought about it, but he didn't know how many years it should be, so he had to guess randomly: "I guess... probably fourteen or five years at the earliest."

The man smiled, raised his hand and said: "I have been here as a security guard for 20 years, and my memory has always been quite good. I have changed police officers so many times. I have never heard of such a person. I told you earlier. , I found the wrong place."

Tang Le was a little disappointed when he heard the sound. He stared at his toes and remained silent for more than ten seconds.

Seeing his lonely expression, the man couldn't bear it, and said again: "Do you know what he does?"

"I don't know." Tang Le shook his head.

The man frowned: "If that's the case, there are actually other possibilities, either a cleaning worker who has worked as a short-term worker, or a college student who has been an intern for a period of time, or a criminal who squatted in from here."

"Where to squat?" Tang Le didn't realize it for a while.

The man smiled: "Where do you think you are going to squat? Go to prison."

"Oh..." Tang Le fell silent again upon hearing the sound.

The man went on to say: "So you come to ask me if you have no comment or evidence, and I can't tell you."

Tang Le thought for a while, then looked at him again: "Then there is no other way?"

"Well, if you really want to find it, you can go to the new location of the Public Security Bureau. Even if you committed a crime and were transferred away, there are records in the office there. This area has been vacated for more than half a year except for the security room. I don't know how you came here." The man muttered with a frown.

"New address?" Tang Lewen's eyes widened: "Can you tell me where the new address is?"

The man tore out a piece of paper from the record book, wrote down a long list of addresses and handed it to him: "Just here, don't run away in the middle of the night, you can only find the entry and exit records from me in the middle of the night."

Seeing this, Tang Le took the note with both hands in surprise, as if seeing the first ray of sunshine after being submerged in darkness for too long.

He hastily bowed in thanks: "Thank you so much!"

"It's okay," the man waved his hand: "Hurry up and go back, I still have to pack things here."

"Good good."

Tang Le carried the two pieces of paper in his pocket all the way, and was so excited that he almost walked and jumped up. He didn't even feel the time of waiting and riding in the car. It seemed that there were beams of light passing by him, and his body seemed to be Shuttle in the tunnel, dreamy and unreal.

When he was standing downstairs in the rental building again, he felt that he straightened his back the moment he saw the face of the old woman with her hips akimbo upstairs.

"You know how to come back?" Grandma quietly watched him coming up the stairs.

"I forgot the time." Tang Le lowered his head.

"Forgot the time?" Grandma reached out and turned on the small trigger, almost poking the screen on the tip of his nose: "Look! What time is it?!"

Tang Le didn't raise his eyes, but said lightly, "Well, it's 11:30."

Since his mother was sent to the mental hospital, he has clearly felt that grandma's attitude towards him has changed a lot, with less beating and scolding, and more indifference. It's none of their old Tang's business how much Le makes a fuss.

At that time, Tang Bin will find a wife in the city, and Tang Le will work and go to school in the city.

Settling down, settling down, marrying a wife, having children, throwing away a crazy woman, and using a "chess piece" with an elm head, everything returned to the original normal track, and it was even better.

She doesn't need to care about Tang Le anymore. To put it bluntly, they only want money.

Grandma didn't speak, she kept her mouth shut and looked at him quietly, Tang Le just stood with her in the corridor, the night wind was blowing, and in the quiet alley he seemed to hear the sound of wheels approaching from far.

Grandma stared at Tang Le, and pointed at him with the arm holding the phone: "Do you think you are very capable? You don't care about me and your dad anymore?"

Tang Le looked at her quietly without answering.

"I raised you so much, but I spent a lot of money. Even if you are a white-eyed wolf, you will never have the right to stare at me like this!" Grandma said, and was about to put the phone back into her pocket.

But no matter which angle you look at this action, it looks like a slap that is about to fall.

"stop!"

The sound of the wheels downstairs stopped, and a voice full of anger suddenly roared.

Tang Le and grandma were stunned, and they looked downstairs together, only to see Zhou Fan galloping up at a speed that was almost racing. As soon as he came up, he grabbed Tang Le's arm and dragged him to the ground. behind myself.

Zhou Fan's deep eyes concealed strong anger at an incalculable speed, he frowned tightly, and looked at the old woman in front of him dangerously.

"Can you stop beating him?!" Zhou Fan restrained his voice as much as possible.

Grandma sneered when she heard the sound: "It's you again, this is my grandson, I can't blame you if I beat you to death!"

Zhou Fan frowned even deeper: "This is your grandson, not an item!"

"Oh," grandma sneered: "You can control it? Is he sick? I don't know what he is better than you, so I'll just treat you as a fucking baby!"

Zhou Fan heard the sound and said: "That also shows that he should be a treasure in the first place, but he was voted for by the wrong person."

"Crazy, then you can baby yourself!"

Grandma gave him a blank look, she didn't bother to talk to him at all, she just turned around and slammed the door and went back to the house. There was a loud door closing sound from the empty rental building, which made people's ears buzz for a long time.

Tang Le's arm was still tightly gripped by Zhou Fan's hand, his strength became stronger because of the anger just now, Tang Le twisted a little uncomfortable.

Only then did Zhou Fan come to his senses, he quickly let go of his arm and said, "It hurts you."

"No." Tang Le said hastily.

"That's good. I was in a hurry just now, so I didn't pay attention to the strength of my hand." Zhou Fan put his hands on his hips, stared at the closed door and sighed helplessly.

"Just now..." Tang Le was a little embarrassed to be seen by him again, and was interrupted by the other party just as he was about to thank him.

"It's okay, don't think about it anymore," Zhou Fan put one hand on his hip, and rubbed his hair randomly with the other hand. He rubbed his bangs into a three-to-seven point, looking like a mature man, he continued. : "I just can't understand this kind of thing, if I don't help you, I will feel panicked."

"Hmm..." Tang Le lowered his eyes, looking a little obedient and a little tired: "I'm always causing you trouble... I'm really, really sorry."

"It's okay, my little brother. No one can bully me. This is how I protect the calf." Zhou Fan said, wiping his nose quickly with a finger.

Seeing this, Tang Le smiled slightly and nodded.

"Do you still have to do your homework today?" Zhou Fan leaned against the wall, looking at the night sky beyond the railing.

Tang Le thought for a while, with a sad expression: "Yes."

"Today is Friday, you can write on the weekend. You don't have to tell your grandma that you have to finish your homework. What a single-minded person you are." Zhou Fan smiled lightly, rubbing his head while talking.

"No... I have work to do this weekend." Tang Le lowered his head.

"Okay then, come and write, and then go back to bed after finishing." Zhou Fan didn't ask much, and walked directly to the rental house.

"Okay." Tang Le nodded.

Zhou Fan took out the key and opened the door, suddenly remembered something, he opened the door and pushed Tang Le in, then closed the door.

Zhou Fan showed a faint smile from the corner of his eyes, and he teased, "By the way, why didn't I see you go to the bathhouse over there on weekends to take a bath?"

Tang Le's face suddenly turned red when he heard the sound, not because he was embarrassed. After all, it's normal for big men to face each other naked in the men's bathhouse. It's fine if they are facing strangers, but if they are familiar There will be inexplicable embarrassment.

Especially Zhou Fan, Tang Le looked up at him indiscriminately, and he didn't know why.

It's just embarrassing!

Maybe it's because of the embarrassment of taking a shower for the first time last time, plus the fact that he teased him, it's very embarrassing when added together! Double embarrassment!

So he simply walked several streets in the other direction, and finally found another bathhouse with a similar price, but every time it was almost a long march of thousands of miles. It's just tormented.

"Shy?" Seeing that he didn't speak, Zhou Fan asked deliberately.

"Eh...why be ashamed?!" Tang Le purposely strengthened his momentum: "I am a majestic seven-foot man."

"I said I'm not shy. I didn't take off my underwear the whole time I took a bath. It's also the first time I've seen someone wash in underwear while taking a bath. It's so strange." Zhou Fan raised his eyebrows, leaned closer and said, "You don't Is there really a problem?"

Tang Le's eyes widened, his mouth opened, and then he seemed to think of something, like a deflated ball.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Fan asked.

"Forget it, you are the boss." Tang Le waved his hand and walked towards the desk.

"So obedient!" Zhou Fan smiled when he saw this, and strode to catch up with him, putting a hand on his shoulder: "Come on, beat the boss' legs and squeeze his waist."

"Okay, sir, please sit down." Tang Le raised his hand and pressed him on the chair, and then really started to hammer his shoulders seriously.

"Yo, it's comfortable, my brother's business is good." Zhou Fan bears the force that hangs limply from his shoulders, not light or heavy, but enough to scratch people unbearably.

"Really." Tang Le was amused by him, and also cooperated with him on purpose.

Zhou Fan became more enthusiastic, and became presumptuous: "Yes, is there any other services, brother?"

"Huh? What service?" Tang Le paused.

"Special service!"

Zhou Fan narrowed his eyes and smiled like a seasoned fried dough stick. He put one hand on the back of Tang Le who was standing beside him intentionally or unintentionally, which made Tang Le tremble. A force in his hand almost caused Tang Le to stagger on his lap.

Seeing this, Tang Le slapped his hand off, glared at him, and was about to slap him on the back: "Write your homework, old rascal!"

"Oh, I was wrong, I was wrong." Zhou Fan hurriedly ran away.

The author has something to say: Zhou Fan: Quickly pinch my budding bold ideas in the cradle!