I seem to have a crush on the little follower

The next day, Tang Le was carrying a large bag and a small bag. Just as he pushed open the outermost anti-theft door, a piece of paper slipped down and landed at his feet.

On it was a string of phone numbers, the handwriting was familiar to him.

Tang Le raised his head, looked at the closed door at the other end of the corridor, paused for two seconds, folded it and stuffed it into his pocket, then continued to go downstairs with his schoolbag in silence.

Zhou Fan should have already left. He went to work again, or went home for the winter vacation. He probably kept this number because he was afraid that he would call him for something.

But what would I do to find him?

Tang Le walked, thinking while walking, he walked a long way, looked back at the grandma who was walking behind, and then glanced at the rental building.

He had never experienced this feeling before. For the first time, he was a little bit reluctant, and Tang Le slowed down.

Usually the nostalgia for a place is because of the people in that place and the memories with that person.

When he first came to the city, he would miss his mother in the mountains, but now it's only been more than a month since he returned from vacation, who is he missing?

Could it be Zhou Fan?

Tang Le was stunned for a moment, and suddenly what he said yesterday rang in his head.

The slightly cold touch of the fingers seemed to be on the chin. Tang Le remembered how he hesitated to speak yesterday, and he said, "I'm very..."

How is it?

Tang Le didn't dare to think about it. He was afraid that his crazy guess would interrupt his most unimaginable friend so far. He was a little afraid that he would guess wrong, and he was afraid that he would guess right.

Ever since Zhou Fan teased him about being jealous yesterday, he has been a little flustered.

Although he doesn't watch any TV dramas or novels, he has only read the manga once he was discovered by Zhou Fan, but he often hears the girls around him discussing the plot in it, and the separation and reunion of classmates happens all the time around him. story.

He hasn't experienced it yet, and he hasn't seen much, but he has heard most of it.

He was indeed a little annoyed by the word jealous at the time, annoyed that Zhou Fan would tease him as a girl, and annoyed that Zhou Fan made such nonsensical jokes.

But after calming down, he panicked even more.

Tang Le had to admit that he was indeed jealous of that girl. He was angry at that girl for bringing Zhou Fan breakfast, and at the same time angry at Zhou Fan for letting him keep this matter in his heart for so long without a word of explanation.

But why is he jealous?

In what capacity, why should Zhou Fan be jealous?

Tang Le walked more and more slowly. He frowned tightly, feeling like being scratched by a cat in his heart, but it was extremely itchy.

"I'm very……"

I seem to like you very much, Zhou Fan.

Is it that kind of like...?

It's just crazy.

……

Grandma bought a hard seat for the train ticket. It takes four or five hours to take the train from this city to the county seat, and another two hours to take a passenger car to the foot of the mountain, and another hour to walk up the mountain. A day is basically wasted.

Grandma bought three tickets, and the extra one belonged to my mother.

The doctor in the mental hospital told grandma that my mother has been very good recently and has become more and more obedient, and the time for free hospitalization is approaching. Grandma said that she would pick her up and take her back to the mountains.

When the train was about to start, grandma finally dragged her up impatiently. Tang Le hurriedly put the things on the seat onto the shelf, and let her sit beside him.

Among the tickets bought by grandma, two seats are connected, and the other is just facing away from these two.

Tang Le grabbed his mother's arm in a thick padded jacket, avoiding the sight of the grandma sitting behind him. Finally, his suppressed chest felt better, and he heaved a sigh of relief.

Mother was much happier when she saw grandma, but she obviously spent less time awake, and more often she was in a kind of nervous numbness.

"Big joy!" Mom excitedly grabbed his hand.

"Hey." Tang Le cheered up.

"Where are we going?" Mom turned around and asked.

"Go home, go back to Wulong Mountain, I'm on winter vacation, go back to celebrate the New Year." Tang Le said with a light smile, the train was very noisy, he didn't have to be afraid of being heard by his grandma: "Grandma said to take you back, you don't have to go back It's the hospital."

"Really!" Mom's eyes were full of joy when she heard the sound, but she faded away in a blink of an eye: "Oh..."

"What's wrong?" Tang Le asked concerned.

Mom raised her hand to unzip the clothes, took out a bag of hidden things, looked around, and then quickly stuffed them into Tang Le's hands.

"What?" Tang Le paused.

"Look!" Mom encouraged him to open the bag excitedly.

Tang Le slowly opened it, and inside were two cakes that had been kneaded badly, with cream and fruit on top, which were obviously cut from the big birthday cake.

Tang Le's nose was sour, and she almost shed tears looking at the pile of cakes.

"Where did it come from?" Tang Le sniffed.

Mother lowered her head and said quietly: "Yesterday, a little nurse celebrated her birthday. She was cutting a cake at the nurse's station. I ordered two yuan for you. Didn't you celebrate your birthday a while ago? You haven't eaten any cake. I brought it specially Food for you! I can’t go back now, where can I get you cake!”

Tang Le paused for a moment. He was surprised that his delirious mother could still remember his birthday. He rubbed his eyes without any trace: "Have you eaten?"

"It's for you, it's for you, eat it quickly." Mom bumped his arm, avoided what he said, and didn't answer.

Tang Le sighed, handed the bag to her mother, forced a smile, and made up a lie: "I ate cake on my birthday, and I'm allergic to butter, and I got red bumps when I ate it, and I couldn't bear it for half a month Go, it's so itchy, I can't eat this."

"Ah?" Mom hurriedly took the bag back in surprise, worrying while muttering: "That can't be eaten, I heard people say that severe allergies will kill people!"

"Yes," Tang Le hurriedly agreed: "Mom, you can eat."

Mom thought about it, nodded, and began to eat the cake slowly. The sweetness on her taste buds brought a happy smile on her face.

Tang Le sighed, then leaned his head on the backrest, stared at the passing scenery outside the car window, hugged the schoolbag with money in his arms, then closed his eyes and squinted.

I haven't been back to the mountains for about half a year, and everything is still the same.

I just heard that the girl at the head of the village who was in junior high school with him got married, and the former squad leader has gone to the county town to find a job at the construction site. Except for him, everyone seems to have stepped into the village. route.

Only Tang Le was still struggling in the mud, waving his thin arms, trying to be different from other poor people, trying to jump out of this vicious circle.

It seems tenacious and vigorous, but it is also sad.

The days of the winter vacation were no different from the previous ones. After finishing homework every day, they would feed the pigs or carry water. The work in the fields was too heavy, and Tang Le was completely inefficient.

But I don't know why, this half month's work is extremely boring.

Suddenly, there was a voice chattering about heaven and earth missing from his ears, and without the cheerful person running the train, he was actually a little uncomfortable.

They are all used to it!

Tang Le sat in front of the desk lamp by the window late at night, thinking angrily.

After ten o'clock, the night is already deep. Mom is lying on the bed behind her and has fallen asleep. Grandma is sleeping in the next room. This is the only time that belongs to Tang Le every day. Looking at the small light in front of him, and the spread out In his diary, he hurriedly wrote with his hand holding the pen.

It was the first time he felt such a strong feeling, and as the days went by, it became stronger and stronger, even to the point where he needed to use simple words to alleviate it.

This feeling is wonderful, a little itchy, and a little sweet.

[January 2011, 1 - Thursday - light rain

I went to collect grass today, and I got a cut on my face. It was the same spot that my grandma scratched on his face when I first met Brother Fan. It hurt a bit. Grandma's nails should be sharper than grass. 】

[January 2011, 1 - Sunday - Cloudy

Why is school still open? It's really annoying... There are a lot of questions that I can't do, but Brother Fan should be able to do it. 】

[January 2011, 1 - Monday - sunny

On New Year's Eve the day after tomorrow, the village chief bought fireworks and came back. I heard that there will be fireworks that day. The fireworks in the city should be better than here. Brother Fan should also go to watch the fireworks with his family. 】

……

Tang Le glanced over, and found that the entire diary was written around one person. Looking around, he could always see the word "Brother Fan", and an ugly one was drawn at the end of some paragraphs. quail.

He lowered his head, grabbed his own bangs, and rubbed them anxiously.

Tang Le suddenly remembered something, he stopped the movement of his hands, got up and hurriedly searched in the middle of the schoolbag, and finally, he took out a piece of paper.

It was the string of numbers left by Zhou Fan.

He has been struggling for several days. He took out the note and put it back, read and read the strong and powerful font on it, and he knew the string of numbers by heart, but he just didn't have the courage to type it.

What do you say even if you call?

Said: "Brother Fan, long time no see..."

So embarrassing, obviously looking for something to say.

Or say: "Brother Fan, are you home yet...?"

Isn't this nonsense, don't go home during the Chinese New Year, waiting to plant spring outside? !

Tang Le was extremely irritable. He pushed the door lightly and went out. The yard was quiet, but there were still people in the village playing cards and mahjong in a circle outside.

He stood at the gate of the yard, looking in the direction of the commissary from a distance.

"Brother Fan, I miss you a lot."

This sentence suddenly popped into my mind.

Tang Le was stunned for a moment, and then blushed in an instant. He suddenly remembered the light kiss between the two male protagonists in the comic book. , like a magic barrier.

"I rely on."

Tang Le cursed in a low voice, and then pushed open the gate of the courtyard. An inexplicable force urged him, and strode straight towards the commissary.

*****

Zhou Fan took off his overalls, and after washing his face, he lay down on the bed bored.

This winter vacation, he was introduced by Wu Lang to work as the front desk in the gym where Wu Lang works. Because of the excellent hardware conditions, in order to attract a large number of female customers to come to apply for the card, he applied for the job smoothly.

But it is indeed a miraculous effect. Zhou Fan stands at the front desk with that handsome face, perfect muscle lines and long legs. It is simply a living sign.

Some time ago, girls with hot bodies dripping with sweat always came and asked for his number, but he refused all of them with a smile.

Later, some girls felt something was wrong and asked him if he had a girlfriend, but he just smiled and didn't speak, nodded or shook his head.

Therefore, the dream of the vast number of female customers only existed for half a month, and it was shattered.

Zhou Fan breathed a sigh of relief, turned over, and stared at the night sky outside the window.

Because of the Chinese New Year, the entire Sanliu Alley seemed to be emptied out, and it was dead quiet at night, and even the sound of breathing could be echoed half a mile up the road.

Two days ago, grandma asked Zhou Fan if he wanted to go to her place to celebrate the New Year, but in order not to worry grandma, he lied that he had many friends with him and couldn't leave, so grandma just smiled and agreed.

But the reality is quite the opposite, there is not even a ghost around who can chat.

Zhou Fan took out the half pack of cigarettes left by Xie Haotian from the drawer, then took out the lighter, he lit one, walked out the door quickly, lay down at the usual terminal position, and smoked one after another.

He is not addicted to smoking, nor does he like to smoke, but sometimes he feels uncomfortable, so he always finds something for himself to do.

Or give yourself some physical discomfort so that your brain can divert its attention.

Thinking of this, Zhou Fan suddenly coughed due to the smell of smoke. He frowned, pinched out the cigarette with some displeasure, and threw it directly into the trash can at the door.

The wind at night is very cold, especially after the severe cold, and when New Year's Eve is approaching, it is almost necessary to peel off a layer of human skin.

Zhou Fan wrapped his down jacket tightly, and his bangs were blown into a big back, but he didn't bother to care, he just lay lazily on the railing, staring at the closed security door at the corner with his head sideways.

The piece of paper with the phone number on it was gone, not on the ground, nor on the trash table, so either it was blown away by the wind, or Tang Le took it away.

In fact, Zhou Fan didn't have much hope in his heart. After all, he knew nothing about Tang Le's truest thoughts, and most of them were guesses based on minutiae.

After all, more than half a month has passed.

Zhou Fan sighed, glanced at the tall building with neon lights not far away, straightened up, and was just about to go back to the house to sleep when the phone in his pocket vibrated like crazy.

The ghost just called at this time, could it be that he really hit the mark just now?

Is there really a fucking ghost coming to chat with me?

Zhou Fan paused, took out his phone slowly, and looked at the screen. It was an unfamiliar number, and the displayed area was not far from the city, which was a remote county-level city.

Zhou Fan was a little impatient, he pressed the answer button hard, and then put it to his ear.

He said helplessly: "It's almost Chinese New Year buddy, let's accumulate some virtue, what's the use of cheating!"

There was a pause on the other end of the phone, and the voice was a bit noisy. Zhou Fan's all-too-familiar voice hesitated for a while, and it was transmitted through the radio wave, but it was still cautious.

"Uh... is it Brother Fan?"

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