I seem to have a crush on the little follower

After school today, Xie Haotian was extremely excited. He was so excited that he called his father and said that he couldn’t go back. He followed Zhou Fan’s buttocks to Jixiang Road excitedly. Humming.

But Zhou Fan may regard today as one of the black history of his life, because he made up the most nonsense lie in the world, and it was the principal who lied to him.

Because Xie Haotian was the one who was approved every time in the exam, so when his father changed his mobile phone number at the beginning of school, he took the opportunity to change the parent's mobile phone number in the file to the number of the uncle of the dairy direct sales store downstairs. Three hundred a month, 300 yuan to go to the school to be criticized that has nothing to do with him, of course the uncle is very happy.

So for the school teachers, his family situation has always been a confusing mystery, because the milk shop uncle is always avoiding this topic automatically, and every time the head teacher asks about it, he just confuses it vaguely.

Later, under the speculation of those old women for nearly two years, they came to this conclusion-Xie Haotian's family was poor, and his parents were doing unspeakable jobs, so he was released.

Zhou Fan also used his tricks, telling the head teacher and the others what they guessed, adding fuel and embellishment, and adapted it into a story about studying hard but being stupid and not good at learning, wanting to go out to make money but having a disease, but having infinite love and longing for life, and crazy obsession. Music, and a passionate young man who has been working hard for his music dream!

And this New Year's Day performance is his first step towards the palace of his dreams!

Zhou Fan wants to slap himself when he thinks about it now, what the hell is this all made up, except for the one about "obsessed with music", he can't seem to find one that matches Xie Haotian.

But because of this incident, because he is the number one in the grade, Xie Haotian has been begging himself for a long time.

It's not bad for morality, if you just say a few words, you can satisfy a long-awaited wish of your brother, he still thinks it's worth it.

"You should practice hard with your little brother now, there is still half a year to go, just rehearse if you have nothing to do, if you mess up after that time, I can't explain to the principal, artist." Zhou Fan said, bumping him with his shoulder He bumped into him, deliberately emphasizing the word "artist".

"For sure, it will definitely live up to my brother Zhou's high expectations!" Xie Haotian looked at him and smiled, and said very firmly.

"That's good."

Zhou Fan nodded, pulled up the packed car, and slowly pushed it into the alley.

Xie Haotian followed her and breathed a sigh of relief: "Zhou Fan, speaking of which, you are still a great benefactor of mine!"

"What benefactor?" Zhou Fan looked up at him.

Xie Haotian turned to him, walked backwards and said, "You know why, I've been crazy this semester and have been wanting to apply for the New Year's Day program."

"Why?" Zhou Fan asked following his words.

"I'm not. I've always planned to be an art student. My dad told me a while ago that I should stop studying." Xie Haotian's voice was a little softer. "My dad is a businessman, the worst thing I can do is to lose my ability. He said that I can't pass the college entrance examination, and if I am an art student, I have to go to a training camp, plus professional tuition. It's all fucking money. Let’s get a vocational school and learn how to cook and eat.”

Zhou Fan laughed and joked: "What do you want to learn, excavator? Or a beauty salon?"

"I really think the excavator is very exciting..." Although Xie Haotian also said with a smile, his tone was obviously affirmative.

Zhou Fan didn't expect that he really thought about it this way, so he fell silent immediately.

"My dad said, one condition, can I apply for this year's New Year's Eve party? If I apply, he will continue to invest in me if the performance is good. , so as not to lose his capital." Xie Haotian said, he put his arm on Zhou Fan's shoulder and walked beside him.

The two of them stopped talking, and the narrow alley echoed with the clang of the car on the uneven concrete floor.

Half a minute later, Zhou Fan sighed and patted him on the shoulder: "You can definitely do it, thank you great artist."

Xie Haotian laughed, nodded, and then turned his head to look at Zhou Fan: "Speaking of which, it seems that I haven't seen you have any hobbies for so long."

"What do you love?" Zhou Fan shrugged helplessly and smiled lightly.

"Singing, learn from me, including teaching and meeting." Xie Haotian patted his chest.

"Are you sure? You want me to sing?" Zhou Fan pursed his lips, his eyebrows were in the shape of a splayed, and looked at him with some confusion.

Xie Haotian was silent for a while, he thought about it, and finally waved his hand: "Forget it, this has touched the blind spot of my teaching Xie Huo..."

He really didn't want to recall the last time Zhou Fan was punished for singing after losing a game in class. His voice was actually very nice, deep and magnetic, with a subwoofer, but when he sang The song was a disaster, every note was perfectly out of tune.

Zhou Fan sang the whole song with a calm face that day. Under the indescribably shocked eyes of the whole class, he calmly bowed and walked down, ending the death concert.

Xie Haotian took a long breath and listened to Zhou Fan's singing, it was like an eardrum killing chicken, or the kind of scratching to death.

Zhou Fan was amused by his helpless expression, but he sighed after laughing, and said: "Now I worry about eating and drinking, hobbies and so on, let's wait for the next life to talk about it."

Xie Haotian frowned: "You really don't plan to use the money in the card? What if you can't hold on anymore? It's not a big deal to sell skewers every day. Why do you have a good time? But, you have to make such a fuss, people The class teacher said that you study well, but in fact, you might as well use this time to study, or you might go to Tsinghua University and Peking University.”

Zhou Fan wanted to make fun of him, but when he mentioned this matter, he suddenly lost interest. He just said lightly: "No, just keep it as a useless card. When you see me, you can return it. I usually don't If you don’t buy anything, you can still support yourself.”

Xie Haotian was silent, and said after a few seconds: "Okay, if you need money urgently, you can find me."

"Okay!" Zhou Fan smiled and shook the back of his neck, "Thank you, Boss, for being righteous!"

Today, grandma went to bed very early as usual, after Tang Le finished her homework, she lightly turned off the desk lamp, and then walked outside the door.

Most of the migrant workers in Sanliu Lane didn't go home until midnight, and it was only eleven o'clock, so most of them were still running outside. The rental building was pitch black, with only a few sporadic lights on.

As soon as he pushed open the door, he saw a light in a window that was on in the dark corridor opposite the stairs. Consciously moved closer to that side, and pricked up his ears to listen.

In the quiet rental building, the sound of the guitar and Xie Haotian's hoarse voice could be heard clearly.

Tang Le didn't expect that with Xie Haotian's tobacco and alcohol voice, he would have a talent for singing, and it sounded good. He pursed his lips and went back to the door. He had just opened the booklet and hadn't seen the first one clearly The word, the anti-theft door was pushed open by grandma with a bang.

Tang Le was taken aback, luckily he didn't stand where the door opened, otherwise he would probably be knocked into the air.

"Damn it, that dog doesn't sleep in the middle of the night!" Grandma came out with her trousers up, and she stepped on some wide slippers, making a loud clattering noise.

Grandma stood at the door for a few seconds, then locked on to the source of the sound, and rushed straight into the corridor angrily. Tang Le was startled when she saw this, and quickly trotted two or three steps to follow.

Grandma gritted her teeth angrily, fisted her hands and slammed on the door: "Dog! Damn it! Can't sleep anymore! People can't sleep at night! Sing about your mother's legs!"

Tang Le suddenly felt his head grow three times. One Zhou Fan's fist was enough for grandma to lie on the ground and couldn't sit up, let alone Xie Haotian who was rampant. According to grandma's igniting mouth, if she really started to fight, she would definitely It's the one that suffers.

The moment the door was slammed heavily, the sound of guitars and singing in the room stopped.

Tang Le hurriedly grabbed Grandma's arm and walked back: "I won't sing anymore, go back to sleep!"

But she was woken up, and she was angry. Tang Le's reassuring persuasion only fueled her troublesome mood, but her sleepiness came back a little faster. She stared fiercely for a few times, then turned around body, ready to go back angrily.

But just as he was about to leave, the door was opened with a bang, and what came out was not the boy who would speak up first last time, but a yellow-haired boy.

Grandma paused for a moment, then returned to her original domineering look, with her hands on her hips: "What's the matter, did I scold you wrongly, do you still want to fight?"

As soon as Xie Haotian opened the door, he saw a strong old woman with a height of 1.7 meters in front of him, and he couldn't help being stunned for a moment. Her face gradually overlapped with the face of the domineering old woman described by Zhou Fan in his mind. He originally wanted to apologize politely His mood suddenly dissipated, and he snorted coldly.

Someone hurried over behind him, it was Zhou Fan.

Grandma recognized Zhou Fan at a glance, quickly stretched out a finger, pointed at Xie Haotian's shoulder, and said, "It's you again! What's wrong? You still want to beat my old woman. The bruise I gave you last time is still there." Be careful, I will sue you!"

Just as Zhou Fan was about to come up to speak, Xie Haotian stretched out his arms to stop him.

There was no one behind Zhou Fan, and it would be an abyss if he fell down, but he, Xie Haotian, was not afraid, his father would pick him up after he lay down alive, he was a gangster, and what he did every day was to be yelled at and run over Xie Haotian was even a little excited that the person who gave his brother his head, and the root cause of his best brother's failure every three days was standing in front of him.

Xie Haotian moved his wrist and was about to come forward. He was facing the light in the room, and his dark face looked very scary.

"Grandma! Go back! They didn't mean to..."

Seeing this, Tang Le watched Xie Haotian approaching timidly, but still grabbed her arm vigorously beside her grandma. Grandma became angry when she heard the sound, and suddenly her voice became louder: "Da Le, why are you helping outsiders? , you are turning your elbow outward!"

Xie Haotian snorted, and walked forward, regardless of Zhou Fan who was nagging behind him to persuade him to calm down.

Grandma felt a little guilty when she saw this, but she still yelled: "What? You really dare to do it?!"

Xie Haotian tilted his head and smiled: "I not only do it, I also want you to pay back the money!"

After all, before grandma could react, he swung his waist vigorously, and quickly clenched his fist with his right hand, with the center of the fist facing down, with great force, he almost perfectly used the punching posture that Zhou Fan had taught him.

At the moment of punching out, a white shadow flashed in front of him, followed by the muffled sound of the fist hitting the flesh and blood, and an uncontrollable muffled groan.

"hiss--"

Xie Haotian raised his eyes triumphantly, but when he saw the person who was hit, he froze instantly.

"Are you wearing a ring?" Tang Le stood in front of grandma, frowning tightly, covering the left side of his face, his teeth chattering from the pain.

How did this hit him in the face!

Zhou Fan who was standing behind him also paused for a moment, then he sighed helplessly, pushed away Xie Haotian who was standing in front of him not letting him go, and ran to Tang Le, he saw Tang Le's pretty eyes squeezed under the night Into a painful shape, suddenly filled with guilt.

Zhou Fan was apologetic, and bent slightly: "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I have ointment here, or if you come into the room, I'll give you some medicine?"

Only then did Tang Le let go of his left hand, a deep gash was cut on the cheekbone of his left cheek by the ring, and blood was already oozing out. In addition, his skin was considered fair among boys, so it looked even more obvious , even more shocking.

Tang Le's eyes lowered, he didn't answer Zhou Fan's words, but said lightly: "This is even."

Zhou Fan was taken aback for a moment, and straightened up.

Tang Le raised his eyes, met his eyes, then pointed to the Band-Aid on his right face, and then pointed to the wound on his left face, the same location, but the ring was more lethal than a fingernail, obviously Tang Le Le's wound was much deeper, and a Band-Aid couldn't cover it.

Evened out?

Zhou Fan paused for a moment. He had left countless wounds during the past few years. He had already forgotten about this wound. He didn’t expect him to remember it, and he was thinking about paying off all the debts all the time. Other people's things, I don't know whether he remembers the debt and has a plan, or it's just his nature, Zhou Fan is actually a little unpredictable.

He paused for a moment, but still said, "Why don't I rub some medicine on you, in case you get an infection..."

"no need."

Tang Le interrupted him lightly. Seeing that the grandma behind him had turned her head back, she also turned around to follow her. He settled his steps, turned his head, and said, "The money..."

Zhou Fan frowned: "It's your grandma who owes me, and it has nothing to do with you."

To be honest, he suddenly felt sorry for this crazy grandson. He obviously didn't do anything wrong, but he just blamed himself. Although people often say that the father pays the debt, but this is what he hates the most on weekdays The imposed crime, the injustice and the debtor, even if he is the one who suffers, he still can't change the most true thoughts in his heart. Even Xie Haotian sometimes said that he treats some problems too badly.

But this is not an axis, but some principles. If it is easily changed, he even has the feeling of being smashed from head to toe, and then assembled in the opposite direction. Although the original is still there, he is no longer himself.

Tang Le paused for a moment, but still said: "I will find a way to give you that money in the future."

After finishing speaking, he trotted out of the corridor, and after a few sounds of the door lock, the sensor light at the corner also went out.

It was only at this time that Zhou Fan felt exactly that the crazy grandson was not a crazy grandson, he was not the same as the crazy old lady at all, and the contrast was even a bit big.It seems that except when he is in a hurry, he has an attitude of not being close to outsiders, and, although he looks strange and well-behaved, his personality is as stubborn as a donkey.

In this respect, I am somewhat similar to myself, but I am at best a soldier among donkeys, and my crazy grandson is probably the donkey of the king, who has surpassed everything in the world.

Xie Haotian walked up to Zhou Fan who was still standing there, and clicked his tongue twice: "I didn't expect this little radish boss to be quite serious."

Zhou Fan also nodded in agreement, turned around and walked into the house. After a few seconds, he remembered something, and said to Xie Haotian: "By the way, you should pick off your Shamat ring as soon as possible. The farther you throw it, The better!"

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