I seem to have a crush on the little follower

The morning sun came in through the gaps in the curtains and hit Tang Le's quiet side face. The warm sunlight seemed to outline the fine hairs on his face. The long eyelashes are slightly raised.

Zhou Fan originally propped his head on one arm, lying on his side in front of him, quietly staring at his sleeping face with steady breathing, but looking at this picture right now, he suddenly couldn't control himself.

Zhou Fan stretched out his hand, gently caressed his chin, raised his index finger and middle finger together, rubbed along the thin bones of his cheeks all the way up.

The back of the finger touched those two moist lips, and squeezed them maliciously.

Once, twice, soft and bouncy like a jelly.

So Tang Jelly woke up after being pinched and rubbed like this. His sleep quality is not bad. In the past, basically even if he was thrown to sleep at the door of the pigsty, he would be as heavy as the creature inside the door, almost invulnerable.

And last night, he did some strenuous "activities". Although he didn't exert much energy, his body was extremely relaxed after being happy, so he slept very comfortably that night.

When Tang Le opened his eyes in a daze, Zhou Fan was still playing with his lips excitedly.

"Hmm... let's go." Tang Le frowned.

He was uncomfortable for a while, and when he was still sleepy, he instinctively hummed twice, and then pouted his mouth, trying to use this movement to push away the annoying thing pinching his lips.

But Tang Le, who hadn't woken up and whimpered, was so cute, Zhou Fan's animal nature was aroused immediately by those two sounds, he raised the corners of his mouth, and squeezed harder.

He even stuck his whole body on it, hugging this soft little guy into his arms.

"I'm so sleepy... Don't move me, sleep a little longer." Tang Le shrank his arms, trying to break free from his embrace.

"It's almost noon, still sleeping." Zhou Fan chuckled lightly.

"Hmm..." He hummed, his voice became quieter, and he gradually buried himself in the soft and comfortable blanket.

Unwillingly, Zhou Fan leaned over again: "Call me brother, call me brother and I will let you continue to sleep."

"Hmm...brother."

The drowsy Tang Le yelled in a daze. Under the attack of sleepiness, as long as he could sleep a little longer, he could call her husband.

His final note rose and trembled slightly, and Zhou Fan's liver trembled suddenly because of the cuteness. He wanted to listen to two more sentences of this cute Tang Le, instead of the stinky guy who looked disgusted when he woke up.

"Not enough," Zhou Fan hugged him, his hands up and down on his body, searching for the itchy flesh based on the memory of last night, and Tang Le curled up involuntarily when he scratched.

Zhou Fan smirked: "Brother."

Tang Le called out "Ah" in a drawn out voice, his voice was hoarse like a boy's in the early morning, and he half-opened his eyes: "Brother, brother, brother, are you sick? I'm a hen?"

Zhou Fan was stunned for two seconds, and burst out laughing immediately: "Hahahahahahahahaha!!"

"It's so annoying, you're so noisy early in the morning." Tang Le lost sleepiness from the noise, and simply sat up.

He just woke up impatiently and looked so cute, his slightly long hair was messy and curled a few times on the top of his head, his rosy lips on his fair skin unconsciously parted slightly, Zhou Fan couldn't hold back, and just lowered his head She turned her head away, pressed the back of his head and kissed him.

"Hmm..." Tang Le was caught off guard by the kiss, and it took him a while to let go. He wiped his mouth in panic and shyness: "What tofu do you eat in the morning?"

"Eating daughter-in-law's tofu doesn't depend on time." Zhou Fan smiled.

Hearing the sound, Tang Le raised his hand sharply, pointed his index finger straight at his mouth, his eyes seemed to want to eat people.

Zhou Fan immediately jumped off the bed, covered his mouth to shut up, then reached out to pick up the clothes on the hanger and handed them to the bed.

It was only then that Tang Le remembered that he didn't even wear any clothes. He hurriedly exposed his body from under the quilt. Before Zhou Fan could see his clean and fair upper body, he quickly put on his clothes, his face flushed red with anxiety. of.

Zhou Fan smiled helplessly, and pointed to the bathroom outside the door: "Go and wash up, I've put away spare daily necessities for you, so you won't be afraid that you won't need them in the future."

"Why are there spares..." Tang Le blushed and walked towards the bathroom.

"Of course." Zhou Fan held the door frame with one hand and teased.

Tang Le didn't bother to pay attention to him, but after giving him a blank look, he began to wash up quickly.

Zhou Fan watched him wash from behind, and said, "The landlord in Sanliu Lane called in the morning and said there was something to do, so I woke you up so early, otherwise I would have let you sleep longer."

"What's the matter?" Tang Le said with a mouthful of mint-flavored toothpaste.

Zhou Fan thought about it carefully: "It is said that a group of people came, and Wu Yangyang stopped at your door early in the morning, saying that you would not leave even if you were not there, and insisted on waiting for you to go back. Oh yes, the landlord said, there is a The young policewoman, the remaining few are old and young, but one of them, I heard from his description, looks like your mother."

"My mother?" Tang Le spat out the foam and rinsed his mouth, but his head was still a little dazed: "And the police...?"

Zhou Fan nodded: "Yes, could it be..."

An answer popped up in Zhou Fan's heart, it kept itching his heart, but he couldn't be sure.

The towel in Tang Le's hand that had just wiped his face almost fell to the ground at this moment. He was almost stunned for half a minute, then quickly put the towel into the cabinet, his fingers trembling uncontrollably, and put it on. cabinet door.

He could hear his heart beating like crazy at this second, as if it was about to break through his chest cavity, the sound made his eardrums a little painful.

"Then I, shall I go back now, Brother Fan?" Tang Le's pupils dilated, trembling slightly, he stuttered a little, and there was a layer of cold sweat on the palm of Zhou Fan's arm.

Zhou Fan hurriedly held his hand, trying to calm his unstable emotions: "Okay, don't worry, since they all said they are waiting for you, they will definitely not leave so soon, I will go tell my grandma, Then we'll go back right away."

"I……"

Tang Le opened his mouth slightly, paused for a while, and finally just nodded lightly: "Okay."

Until he reached the entrance of the alley, Zhou Fan could feel that Tang Le's whole body was tense all the way, his hands clenched into fists, he swallowed uneasily, and licked his dry lips after a while.

Zhou Fan walked beside him, took advantage of the situation and pulled up one of his hands, then wrapped the fist tightly in his palm.

"Why, go to fight?" Zhou Fan rubbed his cold hands.

Tang Le's tense facial expression suddenly eased, he was helpless: "A little nervous, do you think they..."

He swallowed, and didn't dare to continue, as if he was afraid that once he said it, the wish would not work.

"Do you hope so?" Zhou Fan turned his head.

"I hope," Tang Le sighed. He stood just one intersection away from the rental building and looked at the exposed corner of the roof from a distance: "I have been used to living like this since I was a child, but my mother It must be hopeful, and I also... have a little hope, maybe."

His voice became smaller and smaller, until finally there was no movement.

Zhou Fan smiled, raised his hand and stroked his hair: "Let's go."

When the two walked downstairs, Tang Le didn't even dare to look up, but Zhou Fan raised his head generously to say hello to Tang's mother, followed by a small commotion above his head, the man's exclamation, including Women cried with joy, and there were even noisy children playing.

All of this was like a dream, Tang Le stepped up the stairs step by step, which buried all kinds of thoughts in the past two years, in front of the dark stairwell was the clear sunlight, and behind him was Zhou Fan's steady footsteps.

Tang Le could hear his own breathing and heartbeat. Countless worst possibilities flashed through his mind, but he didn't dare to think about the most hopeful one.

Tang Le dared to say that he had never seen such a scene in his life.

I never thought before that I could really have such a group of people who can be called family members with love and hope flowing in their blood.

But when the gray-haired old lady with silver-rimmed glasses bent down to hug him, Tang Le's completely bewildered face rested on her shoulders. He saw his mother standing behind the old lady, and beside her was a A man who was about the same age as the old lady who was hugging him, or more like a grandfather.

The moment mother saw this scene, she buried her face in Grandpa's arms, tightly covered her face with her arms, and then cried silently.

"Lele, this is your grandpa." The old lady finally let go of him, then raised her eyes and rubbed her red eyes, then pointed to her grandpa behind her.

"Grandpa." Tang Le called out in a daze.

And it was this long-lost sound that made the eyes of the man over [-] instantly red, and a tear fell immediately. He turned away, raised his hand and wiped it slowly.

"It's the first time you meet your grandson, don't be ashamed," the old lady burst into tears when she saw this, and then pointed to the people standing behind her and counted them one by one.

"This is aunt, uncle, uncle, aunt, and sister..."

Tang Le's whole body was stiff, letting the old lady pull her, calling out one after another.

Until finally he stopped in front of his little aunt. The little aunt was a young girl, about 27 or [-] years old, with a fresh and beautiful half-ball hair, but his eyes were caught by the white dough in the little aunt's arms. The little baby was attracted.

"This little one is only eight months old, you can just call him brother." The old lady said with a smile.

A trace of relaxation and relief appeared on Tang Le's face. He raised his hand, and the little white dough smiled when he saw him, then stretched out a palm the size of an egg, and gently and gently held Tang Le's outstretched index finger.

Tang Le seemed to be touched suddenly, he froze for a moment, then scanned the surrounding people with his peripheral vision.

After a while, he turned around.

Passing through the crowd, I saw Zhou Fan who was standing at the end of the corridor leaning against the wall with his arms folded. The man's slightly unruly brows were as arrogant as before, but his eyes were as gentle as water, and he looked straight at him with a smile.

Brother Fan, I also have a home.

Tang Le smiled lightly.

The author has something to say: Little Tang Le is finally a child with a family! ~