I seem to have a crush on the little follower

Time passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye it was the day before the National Day holiday.

All the students were jumping for joy, except Tang Le and Zhou Fan who were indifferent to the holiday, because one had no money to go home and the other was homeless, but Tang Le was in a worse mood in comparison.

A few days ago, the head teacher sent a notice that a sophomore in the school had been suspended from school due to leukemia and was hospitalized, so the school prepared a fundraising event this afternoon. It was clearly stated that it was a voluntary donation, but if it was true, it would cost [-] cents If you don't donate money, that's too funny.

Tang Le has been worrying about this for several days. He explained the reason for asking for money to his grandma yesterday with a shy face, but grandma just scolded him: "If you don't have money, don't donate it. It's vain to make your face swollen and fat!"

Tang Le sighed, forget it, don't donate if you don't want to donate.

When he left school at noon, he went downstairs with his head down. The female classmates next to him ran down arm in arm in twos and threes. Even the boys who made an appointment to play together were in groups. Zhao Qian asked for sick leave this morning. Naturally, without anyone to accompany her, her loneliness became even more obvious.

Zhou Fan leaned on the railing outside the classroom, and immediately saw Tang Le who was going downstairs alone from the opposite upstairs.

"That's not that..." Xie Haotian came over from behind him, pointed at Tang Le who was opposite, and couldn't remember his name for a long time.

It was only then that Zhou Fan realized that he didn't even know the name of his crazy grandson, so he had to find a random code name, following Xie Haotian's words: "The little boy in Fan Xingchen's class."

"Yep."

Xie Haotian nodded, and just as he was about to continue talking, he seemed to see something. He patted Zhou Fan's shoulder and motioned him to continue looking.

Zhou Fan turned his gaze back to Tang Le again, and his expression became uneasy in an instant.

In the middle of the stairs on the fourth floor opposite, the thin Tang Le was being straddled on the road in front of him by the tall and burly Fan Xingchen. Fan Xingchen pushed Tang Le's chest up and down as if for fun. Backing off, he became bored after playing for a minute, and just poked Tang Le's forehead with his finger, but he didn't know what to say.

Zhou Fan frowned, he had the habit of lying here for a while every day, waiting for his classmates to finish their walks before leaving, so he would see this scene happening almost every day, but Fan Xingchen had never poked his forehead before.

Zhou Fan didn't know why, but suddenly felt a little annoyed at Fan Xingchen's arrogance and at the same time Tang Le's withdrawn.

If he also has many friends around him, if he also becomes cheerful, will all these troubles automatically withdraw from his life?

Zhou Fan thought about it, a little dazed. Since he realized that day that the crazy grandson and the crazy old lady were people on two boats, he spent a few weeks thinking about it carefully, and his impression of the crazy grandson was not bad. That's right, plus he's a talkative guy who likes to make friends, so he can't help but care about everyone who thinks he's a friend.

Maybe Tang Le didn't care about him at all, but his nature as a neighborhood committee member was hard to change.

He decided to try to get close to him, change this dull gourd, and turn him into a noisy gourd.

Fried gourd, fried zucchini?

Hmm, I'm hungry...

Zhou Fan was a little convinced of his brain power, licked his lips, pushed Xie Haotian, looked at the almost empty classroom, turned around and was about to leave, and asked by the way: "Xie Hu, what do you have for lunch? In the evening What?"

Xie Haotian laughed a little when he heard the sound, he leaned closer to Zhou Fan, and suddenly his smile was a little awkward and disgusting.

Zhou Fan put his hand on his shoulder and pushed him in disgust.

Xie Haotian said: "Just now I wanted to tell you about this, I won't have dinner with you tonight."

"Oh, go home?" Zhou Fan asked.

"No." Xie Haotian smiled like a villain: "Senior invited me out to watch a movie~"

Zhou Fan paused when he heard the sound, and then came out with a loud voice "Yo--". The cleaning lady who had just carried the bucket upstairs was startled, and almost buckled the bucket downstairs. The dean who just passed by was bald. On the head of Half a Mountain.

Xie Haotian rushed forward and covered Zhou Fan's mouth with his hands, Zhou Fan didn't resist, just laughed hard, the laughter forced by his dantian couldn't be stopped by his mortal body, Xie Haotian had to let go Leave him, let him laugh enough.

"Yo—it's a big deal, thank you Tiger, huh? It's a big deal."

Zhou Fan laughed at him at the top of his voice. Anyway, the people on the campus are almost gone. Although he is called a high-level grass, he can be said to be the most carefree, least burdened, and ugly expression in the history of Tangkou Experimental Middle School high-level grass. The most super grass, but it is his shameless self-defeating spirit that attracts more little fans.

"Dirty! Bring back that retractable dustpan of yours!" Xie Haotian blushed suddenly, pointing furiously at Zhou Fan's lower lip, which was pulled out a few centimeters away.

After Zhou Fan laughed loudly a few times, he nodded understandingly to him: "Okay, okay, I got it, I'm sure, take good care of it."

"Take a fart..." Xie Haotian had no face to explain, so he could only cover his face and smile beside the railing.

*****

Tang Le was always sluggish on the way home from school at noon, he lowered his head slightly in frustration.

At noon, Sanliu Lane was quite lively, and those who went to work and school had all returned. Tang Le stood at the corner of the third floor of the rental building, leaning on the railing, and happened to see clearly all the people passing by.

The blue sky and white clouds in the distance, and the high-rise buildings behind the low houses, separated Sanliu Lane from the whole city. He looked down, at the old man pushing the cotton candy cart, at the yellow-haired girl who had just finished school , seems to have seen all kinds of life, and with the posture of aloof God, he has distanced himself from people and things in the mortal world.

Tang Le sighed, his hands twisted together, caressing each other restlessly.

Suddenly, a familiar figure walked into the alley in sight.

Tang Le raised his eyes and looked over. Zhou Fan was riding his bicycle with his head down. The goods behind the bicycle should be the goods he just bought.

Zhou Fan is still wearing the pure black short sleeves, he seems to be always in black when he is working, but at other times he wears ordinary long sleeves or short sleeves, usually dark blue or gray. Outside is a school uniform.

Although the clothes are ordinary, but inexplicably, there is a special magic power on Zhou Fan's body. Tang Le can't figure out what kind of magic power it is. His Chinese scores are obviously not bad, but after thinking about it for a long time, only one word comes to mind—— Comfortable.

Yes, it is comfortable.

Zhou Fan makes people feel very comfortable from head to toe. He is very handsome, with black hair, deep eye sockets, and slightly thin but blood-colored lips under the bridge of his nose, but he does not have the overly thick lips on Xie Haotian. The hostility is not as cowardly as he is overly careful, but it is in between, and can be switched at will. In short, it makes people feel very reliable.

Tang Le glanced at the bright red school uniform she was wearing, and rolled her eyes indiscriminately.

It obviously doesn't show this kind of comfort when he wears it on his body. He is too thin to support the clothes, but compared to his original clothes that are as long as he likes, the red school uniform complements his complexion. Much better.

The school uniform of Tangkou Experimental Middle School is actually not ugly, but this beaming red always makes people feel like they have entered a frozen meat factory. The sudden visual impact makes people want to turn a spoon to calm down.

After Zhou Fan parked the car safely under Tang Le's gaze, he raised his eyes to meet his gaze, smiled generously, and showed his white teeth.

"Good afternoon." Zhou Fan smiled and waved.

It was only then that Tang Le realized that he had been staring at him and was discovered. He felt extremely embarrassed, and his face burned involuntarily. Some embarrassedly pulled out a smile, and waved to Zhou Fan downstairs: "Um... good afternoon."

After Zhou Fan ran up to the third floor in two or three steps, probably because he was sweating all over and the room was stuffy, he didn't rush into the room, so he stood beside Tang Le loosely, putting his arms on the railing.

Tang Le glanced at Zhou Fan who was wiping the sweat on his neck with a paper from the corner of his eye. After bowing his head for two seconds, he turned around and prepared to go back to the house.

But as soon as he turned around, someone grabbed his arm, and he pulled it back to its original position with a single force.

Tang Le glanced at him in shock, it was written all over his face that you are crazy, why are you dragging me, but he opened his mouth slightly and said nothing.

Seeing this, Zhou Fan chuckled softly: "Hey, kid, it shouldn't be. Could it be that he was embarrassed to face me because he owed me money, but he just stared at me for a long time."

Tang Le's face turned dark immediately, he paused, turned around and was about to leave, but was dragged back again.

"Just kidding." Zhou Fan said, "Seeing that you are not old, you have a pretty good temper."

"I'm already 14."

Tang Le said with a sullen face that he was already in a mixed mood because of the fundraising in the afternoon, but now there is another person who is too idle to keep nagging in his ear, and he really has no interest in chatting.

He doesn't need friends, and it's not too much to offend Zhou Fan, who is his own creditor anyway.

"14?" Zhou Fan was obviously a little surprised. He recalled a moment: "Are you going to be a freshman at the age of 14? A child prodigy."

"No, I'm not good at studying." Tang Le explained lightly.

Zhou Fan wanted to continue asking, but after seeing Tang Le's frown, he didn't bother himself anymore.

"What's the matter, I don't usually see you lying here at noon with sad eyebrows." Zhou Fan asked.

"It's okay." Tang Le sighed.

"Are you all right?" Zhou Fan raised his eyebrows.

Tang Le turned to look at him, and Zhou Fan nodded seriously, with the feeling of a close brother, as if he had done enough to enlighten himself.

Anyway, Zhou Fan is not a bad person. Since he wanted to ask, it doesn't matter if he told him. Tang Le said helplessly, "It's about the school fundraising this afternoon."

"Fundraising?" Zhou Fan was at a loss: "People are raising donations for leukemia classmates, what are you worried about?"

"No money to donate." Tang Le looked at him.

Zhou Fan paused for a moment: "Will you give you milk?"

Tang Le didn't speak, and continued to stare at him.

Zhou Fan understood what he meant, shrugged and shook his head: "That's right, your grandma is only willing to send money to people for no reason because she's crazy."

Hearing the sound, Tang Le took a long breath, sucked it up to his chest, paused for a few seconds, and then let it out slowly.He didn't speak, and was still lying on the railing, but this time he didn't have the posture to say a few words and leave.

Seeing this, Zhou Fan smiled, and he followed Tang Le's sigh, then squinted his eyes and looked at the blue sky not far away: "You are quite similar to me in this regard."

"Huh?" Tang Le didn't understand what he meant.

Zhou Fan explained: "I have trouble with money every day. The old saying is called committing Tai Sui, and the new saying is called Mercury retrograde. To put it bluntly, it's a little memorized. I guess it doesn't fit with Grandpa Mao."

Tang Le was stunned for a moment, then amused by Zhou Fan's words.

He lowered his head slightly, and there were actually two small canine teeth hidden behind his raised pink lips, letting the sunlight pass through the slightly long bangs and hit the clear and bright eyes with thick and long eyelashes.It was rare for Tang Le to laugh, and Zhou Fan saw him laugh for the first time after he lived in a rental building, and after countless confrontations that were unlucky.

In fact, when Tang Le laughed, the little flesh on his face suddenly gathered together in an emergency, and piled up on the cheekbones with scars that hadn't completely faded away, which was kind of cute.

But Zhou Fan didn't dare to express his feelings. He felt that just based on this kid's uncertain face, he might turn it over.