I seem to have a crush on the little follower

After staying in the hospital for more than two weeks, Tang's mother's physical condition is getting better and better. It can't be said that she has gained weight, but at any rate, the sunken skin on her face is slowly recovering its original complexion, and it is becoming more and more rosy.

Moreover, the amount of money raised was not much, and Tang's mother insisted not to live anymore when she could not find her family and had no source of income for the time being.

She secretly applied for a job in a hotel with food and lodging at home, but the salary was not high, and she didn't tell Tang Le until she was successful in the application.

Tang Le wanted to bring Zhou Fan's words to her face, but it was useless. His mother was afraid that living in a rental building would affect his study. After a few arguments, Tang Le had no choice but to give up.

At the end of the day, his mother gradually recovered and found a stable job, so he gradually felt relieved and began to re-invest in his studies.

In early June, there are only two days left before the college entrance examination.

The store was a bit busy today. Tang Le started working as soon as school was over, and didn't rest until nine o'clock. He patted the dust on the uniform, took it off and put it in the cabinet.

"Are you tired today?" Wen Ming said as he untied the belt of his apron as he came out from the production room at the back.

"Fortunately, I'm just doing odd jobs at the cash register. Brother Wen Ming must be even more tired." Tang Le said, pouring a glass of water and passing it to him.

"Thank you," Wen Ming took it, raised his head and drank it down: "It's like this when the holiday is coming, there will always be endless work, but it will be fine after the holiday, and it will be comfortable."

Tang Le raised his head upon hearing the sound: "Isn't the store open during the summer vacation?"

"That's right, didn't Zhou Xiaofan tell you?" Wen Ming said, "For a store like ours near the school, there are no people there when the students are on vacation, and the electricity bill that opens the door can't even cover the cost."

"Oh, that's it..." Tang Le nodded and lowered his eyes.

Seeing his pensive look, Wen Ming asked, "What's the matter? Do you still want to work after summer vacation?"

Tang Le paused for a moment, then raised her head in embarrassment: "Yes, I want to save more money."

Wen Ming sighed when he saw this, he put the apron he took off into a fixed drawer, walked over and raised his hand to touch Tang Le's hairy head.

Wen Ming: "It would be nice to have a son as sensible as you, who is both worry-free and sad. He is as tender as a juicy little girl, and has a much greater sense of responsibility than boys of the same age."

Tang Le raised his eyes and pursed his mouth on purpose: "I'm not a little girl."

Wen Ming raised his eyebrows: "Angry? I always heard someone say that about you with a lustful face. I thought you were very happy when others called you that."

Tang Le paused for a moment, then smiled: "Then I'm afraid there is something wrong with me."

"Hahahahaha, that's not the case." Wen Ming smiled heartily, turned around and walked away quickly.

And Tang Le seemed to have expected him to go away, and then said: "Brother Ming, who did you hear me call me that?"

Wen Ming's footsteps stopped, he laughed dryly twice, knowing that he had slipped his mouth, he slapped haha: "Who else could it be."

As soon as the words fell, he knew that his words were obviously trying to cover up.

The plastic cup in Tang Le's hand made a crisp clicking sound, Wen Ming seemed to hear the sound of someone's skull being unscrewed, and grinned in distress.

"How many times has he said that?" Tang Le narrowed his eyes.

"Not a few times, just... two or three times? Or four, five, six, seven or eight times, oops, I can't remember exactly." Wen Ming simply broke his can and said, "Young man, he is young and full of energy, with a little bit of a hobby It's normal, he didn't tell anyone else, just chatting normally, just... fluently, oops, don't be shy, I won't talk nonsense. "

Tang Le's face suddenly turned red when he heard the sound. His face was burning hot at any "hobbies" or "interests". No matter how stupid he was, he understood what Wen Ming was thinking about.

"No, Brother Ming, you may have misunderstood it, that's not what it means..." Tang Le hurriedly tried to explain.

Wen Ming smiled knowingly, and poked his temple: "I understand, don't explain, I understand..."

"No..." Tang Le was a little anxious.

"Oh, that's right," Wen Ming picked up the key and pointed to the door of the production room at the back: "I made an extra orange cake today, and it won't be fresh tomorrow. I think Zhou Xiaofan usually likes to eat here. You two take it back."

"Ah, this is not very good." Tang Le scratched his head.

"What's wrong with that?" Wen Ming smiled, "Just take it as my best wishes for you two to have a happy life, ok? Happiness, beauty~"

Tang Le: ...

Okay, it seems that this thing is getting darker and darker.

Tang Le carried the packed small portion of orange cake, and walked back to Sanliu Lane quickly before it was late at night.

The lush sycamore trees were blown by the night wind and made a rustling sound. Several street lights in the alley were broken, and only one of them was still on after several intersections, but fortunately, under those street lights that were still on, either A group of mahjong-playing uncles gathered, or a group of stray dogs. Although there are not many people in the alley, there are still living creatures that can make noises, so it is not too lonely.

Tang Le quickly went up the stairs, carefully holding the cake in his hand, and when he was standing at the corner door, he was about to open the door first to put down his things, when he noticed something stuck in the keyhole of the door.

It was a silver-white thick column, and there was a delicate baffle close to the keyhole. The light was not too bright, so he couldn't see clearly, so he stretched out his hand, squeezed it with two fingers, and slowly moved it to the keyhole. stuff out.

It was a small child's toy knife, which seemed to be made in imitation of an ancient guillotine. The workmanship was fairly good, but the handle of the knife was covered with a layer of stuff.

And when the silver-white thing was pulled out, a nearly black viscous liquid flowed out from the keyhole.

Tang Le frowned, stomped his feet, and after turning on the sensor light, bent down to take a closer look, suddenly a chill came up from his spine and rushed straight to the back of his head, as if someone had hit him with a sap. His mind was buzzing.

He turned his head quickly and looked around in panic, but fortunately, no one was there.

That thick liquid should be blood.

Tang Le couldn't tell what kind of blood it was, but it was very black and thick, as if it had just been killed and gushed out from a thick wound on the neck.

But the smell of blood became more and more offensive, and he suddenly felt a strange feeling in his throat, and suddenly bent down to retch twice.

Tang Le grabbed the railing with one hand, and pressed his chest with the other hand, vomiting so much that he almost burst into tears.

The instinct of fear made Tang Le want to throw the knife directly ten meters away from him, but he restrained his slight trembling, took out toilet paper from his school bag, wiped the keyhole, and opened the door with the key.

There was no one in the room. Ever since grandma was taken away by the police, he had been the only one living in this room. It looked empty, but it was better than living with her.

The room was a little dark without the lights on, and a beam of moonlight came in from outside the curtains, hitting the lonely bed with only a quilt on it.

Tang Le bit the bullet and put down his schoolbag, picked up the comb and combed his hair a few times, trying to make himself look unusually calm and calm.

……

After knocking on the door, it didn't take long for Zhou Fan to open the door. The warm light in the room hit his slightly tired face.

Zhou Fan was wearing loose black short-sleeves and loose shorts on his lower body. They were all made of comfortable cotton fabric, and there was a small pattern printed on it, which was a bit familiar.

is an equal sign, plus half vertical brackets.

Tang Le saw it the moment he opened the door, and he smiled knowingly.

"Are you still reviewing so late?" Tang Le turned around and quickly closed the door.

"Ah."

Zhou Fan responded, seeing him close the door, he hugged him tightly, lowered his head nervously and asked, "What's wrong with you? You look so bad."

"It's okay." Tang Le paused, opened his mouth, and moved his stiff facial muscles: "Maybe I'm tired from work this afternoon."

He didn't expect to be spotted by Zhou Fan at a glance, so he hastily exhaled a few times to make himself look very happy.

"That's it," Zhou Fan's arms tightened. Although he was dubious, he didn't want to question what he said: "Why are you leaving get off work so late?"

"How do you know that I just got off work?" Tang Le rubbed his head, exposing his eyes from the clothes on his chest.

"call--"

Zhou Fan lowered his head and buried his face in his hair, and rubbed the tip of his nose fiercely across his ear, scratching it so much that Tang Le's heart trembled.

"I smell it," Zhou Fan smiled and stretched out a finger, circling around his hair: "Today's baby is sweet."

His voice was low and low, perhaps because he had been reviewing for too long and didn't have time to drink water, it was a bit dry and hoarse, and when it was pressed against his ears, it also had a fatal allure.

"Slick tongue." Tang Le walked away unnaturally.

"Really, really," Zhou Fan raised his hand and rubbed it on his head: "Whether it's smell or touch, it feels sweet, especially when touched, it's like a..."

Before Zhou Fan could finish speaking, Tang Le raised his eyes to pick up his words:

"Little girl?"

"Ah?" Zhou Fan was stunned for a moment, feeling a little guilty: "Who said that?"

"Who did you say?"

Tang Le squinted his eyes. He was still in the mood to have a good argument with Zhou Fan, but because of the incident just now, he lost all mood at the moment, and a string seemed to be stretched in his head: "In the future, I will If you hear something like this from others...you should be careful."

"No way, I just like to talk to others." Zhou Fan said, and hugged him tighter, leaning against the wall.

"My daughter-in-law is so cute. I am happy when I catch her, and I love to show off to others. This arm, this leg, this waist, I can't help it."

Tang Le glared at him quickly.

Zhou Fan suddenly became nervous: "I definitely didn't do anything while you were asleep! It's purely YY!"

Tang Le also didn't care about him calling her his wife, and said directly: "I can't help but hold back, lest people get the wrong idea and think I..."

He stopped immediately and didn't continue talking.

Zhou Fan was rather curious: "Why?"

Tang Le: "..."

"What, I'll ask if you don't tell me..." Zhou Fan was provoked by him like a cat scratching his heart, especially when he saw a blush on his face, his blood boiled even more.

"Damn," Tang Le broke free from his embrace, and put the cake heavily on the table: "Eat your cake, shut up."

Zhou Fan walked over resentfully, sat at the table under Tang Le's stern gaze, slowly opened the cake, and took out the fork, holding the fork in his hand, and looked up at Tang Le again.

"What the hell is it? When you say it like that, I always think it's kind of fucking pornographic."

It's kind of fucking pornographic.

Tang Le's face turned red, from his forehead to the base of his neck, like a boiled shrimp.

"Eat yours!"

Tang Le slapped the table loudly.

A small cake, Zhou Fan concentrated on reading the book for too long, didn't feel that he was hungry, but when he saw the food Tang Le brought back, he immediately gurgled, and after a meal, the cake soon disappeared That's it.

Tang Le didn't have much appetite, so he just sat opposite him and watched him eat quietly.

Tang Le propped his head with his hands and propped his elbows on the table. His fair face felt a little fleshy. Because he was sitting on the side of the desk lamp, when the light was turned on, his eyelashes seemed longer. Under the corners of his delicate eyes Sweep out a shadow.

Zhou Fan saw this scene as soon as he raised his eyes, and couldn't help getting up and coming forward.

Tang Le was taken aback by his sudden approach. Just as he was about to hide, someone reached out and pinned the back of his neck, hugging his body and forcing him to bear a light kiss.

He raised his hand to wipe his mouth, and there was still the sweet taste of these cakes.

After packing the remaining garbage, Tang Le turned around and was about to leave.

"Let's go now." Zhou Fan's tone was a little disappointed.

"I won't disturb your study before the college entrance examination. I'll go back and do my homework." Tang Le lowered his head.

"Okay then, come here and let me kiss you again." Zhou Fan stretched his arms back and smiled.

"no way."

Tang Le gave him a blank look, quickly closed the door and went out.

Alas, the little shy man really can't help it.

Zhou Fan smiled when he saw this, and sighed while lying on the bed in a large font.

Tang Le returned to the house, looked around, and after making sure that there were no strange people around, he closed and locked the anti-theft door.

The lights in the room were not too bright, so Tang Le turned on the desk lamp, sat at the desk, lined up his homework, and stared at the toy guillotine on the window sill in a daze.

Under the light of the lamp and moonlight, the gleaming handle of the knife actually reflected a little scarlet light, and there were bloodstains that had not been wiped off on it.

He couldn't determine the source of this thing, nor could he determine what it represented, nor did he know what kind of thinking the person who put it down had, whether it was a prank, or just wanted to bully him for fun.

But if these are all okay, after all, these are the most optimistic guesses, and there is another kind, after connecting with the recent events, Tang Le didn't even dare to think about it.

If it was normal, he would definitely want to stay with Zhou Fan for a while longer, even if he wasn't tired of being crooked, he would be happy to see him earnestly reviewing.

But Tang Le was in a hurry to leave just now, he was suddenly a little scared, afraid of what might happen, but also more afraid that his misfortune would affect others, especially Zhou Fan.

This time, he wanted to truly be like a man and face all the piercing fears alone.

The author has something to say: Wen Ming: I heard that you and your husband are playing women's clothing?

Tang Le: I'm not me, I don't have you, don't talk nonsense!