I seem to have a crush on the little follower

The final exam is coming soon, next week.

Tang Le's reviewing has been hazy lately, especially after he got an unprecedented 35th place in the last monthly exam, he tried his best to score in the top 30, especially for the bug in English learning, which was almost strenuous thought.

While sweeping the floor, Tang Le took out the vocabulary book in his pocket, glanced at it, and then stuffed it back.

There are not many people left in the classroom, except for Tang Le, there are only four people who are doing their own hygiene. Occasionally, they will glance at the person sitting in the front row, but at most, they will only glance at it, and then quickly take it back.

Zhou Fan leaned obliquely on Tang Le's table in the first row, looking through the practice questions he had done in a bored manner, and while the other party was still cleaning, he turned around and sat on his seat, and took his place. All the questions he got wrong were circled in the serial number with a blue pen, and by the way, he wrote out a few questions whose answers omitted steps in the exercise book.

Tang Le saw him writing and drawing in his notebook from behind, and then walked over with a broom.

Tang Le scanned his exercise book, a little surprised: "What are you doing?"

Zhou Fan was working on the question seriously, but before he could react, he was taken aback by his sudden suddenness, then raised his head and laughed: "Wait for you to be bored, take your sketchbook and draw."

"What to draw?" Tang Le lowered his head with interest.

"Wait a minute," he flipped a page quickly, carried the notebook on Tang Le's back, and the pen in his hand began to move quickly: "I'll sketch a copy for you on the spot."

Tang Le was surprised: "So professional?"

"Of course, I was a person who almost passed the art exam back then, and my drawing skills are top-notch." Zhou Fan said while painting: "Stand up!"

"Boasting is also top-notch." Tang Lechu didn't dare to move, and let him paint. Anyway, the hygiene was almost done.

"You despise me as first-rate."

"Each each other."

In less than a minute, Zhou Fan picked up the eraser and wiped it off, then blew off the rubber crumbs, and brought the notebook in front of him: "Dangdang! Look!"

"so fast!"

Tang Le backed away for a moment, took a closer look, and his face immediately darkened.

It turned out that he had just drawn a round thing, with a long beak on the head, and a fat ball, round and short.

Time was running short, and Tang Le could barely guess from the rough lines in this painting that this thing might be a bird.

"What the hell?" Tang Le almost blurted out what kind of bird.

"You, can't you see it? It's so obvious!" Zhou Fan smiled, trembling with laughter: "This painting is called Tang Le and his boss, also known as - the man who leads the quail."

"Crazy?" Tang Le looked at him, then at the painting: "Where is the person?"

"Here!"

Zhou Fan motioned him to look at himself and the painting. The quail was drawn on the edge of the paper. His slender fingers pinched the notebook, and one corner touched the quail. As the name suggests, he is the one holding the quail.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Zhou Fan deliberately bumped into him twice, then raised his eyebrows: "How is it! Are you satisfied? Do you want to praise my superb painting skills!"

Tang Le's gaze flicked a few times on the quail with the sad eyebrows, and then he just said, "You're insane." Then he turned around and continued cleaning.

Zhou Fan held the notebook, tilted it on the table and couldn't stop laughing.

After cleaning up, it was almost time for people to leave. After Tang Le packed up his tools, he put on his schoolbag and prepared to go back to the rental house with Zhou Fan.

But as soon as his front foot stepped out of the classroom door, his body paused, and outside the door stood a person Tang Le had never been familiar with in the past six months——Zhao Qian.

Zhao Qian was holding a cane in both hands, and moved it awkwardly in the classroom. The moment he bumped into Tang Le face to face, he was stunned for a moment, and then smiled awkwardly: "You are still here so late. ah."

Tang Le saw his leg in plaster from the corner of his eye, and was silent for a while.

Seeing this, Zhou Fan sighed. He recognized Zhao Qian's face, so he went up to give him a hand, and helped him to sit on the seat.

"He was sweeping the floor today, that's why he stayed." Zhou Fan explained for Tang Le.

"So that's why I came so late in vain. I didn't expect to bump into you. Fate!"

Zhao Qian looked at Tang Le, he had obviously lost a lot of weight, the black and fat carbon balls turned into carbon sticks, and his cheekbones even showed a little.

Zhao Qian put the crutches together, and then leaned against the table behind him. His hands went up and down in the drawer and on the tabletop. In short, he touched the ashes accumulated by people sitting down meticulously, as if doing a ritual.

After he finished touching, he sighed and began to take out the books in the drawer one by one.

"You..." Tang Le choked, not knowing what to say for a long time.

Zhao Qian smiled, and continued to work: "I know what you want to ask, this leg was beaten, the bone was broken too thoroughly, and it was too late to go to the hospital, The doctor said it was probably lame."

Tang Le was shocked: "Is there no chance?"

"The doctor has already said that it is impossible to save me if I go abroad, what's the matter?" Zhao Qian seemed to have seen it, and smiled cheerfully: "And my family can't afford the money."

"Where is that person...?" Tang Le asked.

"People?" Zhao Qian glanced at the back row inadvertently: "Run away, it's good to have money at home, and people who are used to being poor will go crazy when they see money, and you can settle it casually, little Throwing away tens of thousands of dollars, the person who gave the money didn’t care, and the person who took the money thought he had earned it and was happy.”

Zhao Qian paused at this point, and his tone became a little strange: "Whoever gets hurt should get hurt, as long as he has money."

Tang Le felt that something was pressing on his heart, which made him unable to breathe.

Before Tang Le could speak, Zhao Qian stretched out his hand and grabbed Tang Le's hands. Zhou Fan frowned upon seeing this, but didn't say much.

"What's wrong?" Seeing that he was not in a good condition, Tang Le approached him a little bit.

"Tang Le," Zhao Qian's eyes suddenly turned red, and he choked with sobs: "Really, Tang Le, really, please, go out, don't go back, please go out..."

Go out, break free from the abyss of ignorance and ignorance, and become clear-eyed.

Tang Le knew what Zhao Qian meant, he also knew how much he cherished the opportunity to go to school in the city, and he also knew how much he hated ignorance.

He understands the pain of being hoisted by hope and then cut the last rope by despair, he feels the same, and at the same time, he is also approaching for the same goal as Zhao Qian, but the partner on this road suddenly said to leave.

Right now, maybe what I am carrying on my body is the expectation of one more person.

One more person is a hope that dies halfway.

Zhao Qian talked a lot today, much more than he used to in the class, but there were only two audiences in front of him, one had something to worry about and didn't know how to speak, and the other had no way of speaking at all.

But he still talked a lot, but he didn't have any painful topics. On the contrary, he just talked about all kinds of embarrassing things during his recovery period, which seemed to be just a leisurely afternoon.

But Tang Le could see that he was reluctant and wanted to use the last chance to try to keep this kind of time.

Finally, when Tang Le and Zhou Fan stood up and were about to leave, he ignored the injury on his leg and supported the table to stand up.

"Do you... lock the door?" Tang Le shook the lock in his hand.

"Well, my father is still going through the formalities with the principal. I'll pack my things and sit down for a while." Zhao Qian said.

"it is good."

Tang Le put the lock on the lectern table, then turned around and followed Zhou Fan towards the door, but he stopped when he reached the door, and when he turned around, it turned out that Zhao Qian was also looking at him.

"Do you have to go?" Tang Le said, he paused: "If..."

"There is no such thing, Tang Le," Zhao Qian interrupted him: "I used to bet with my parents for the past six months, but now I lost the bet and have money. Although my legs are lame, I went back You can still work in the field!"

Tang Le suddenly felt a bitterness in his heart: "You... Take good care of your illness, in case there is a miracle."

"Yes," Zhao Qian smiled, making his teeth extremely white and the dark skin on his face huddled together: "You're right."

"I'm leaving." Tang Le said.

"it is good."

"Bye-Bye……"

"Wait a minute!" Zhao Qian said, his hand suddenly patted the table.

Tang Le stopped obediently, then turned around, Zhao Qian corrected, "Goodbye."

Tang Le finally had a smile on his face, and he said to Zhao Qian, "Goodbye."

……

Tang Le's mood was very low along the way, and Zhou Fan walked beside him, no matter what kind of jokes he used to tease him, he would at most give him a couple of awkward laughs to cooperate.

Zhou Fan finally had no choice, he sighed: "Still thinking about that little fat man?"

"Yes." Tang Le nodded.

"Are you two fellow villagers?" Zhou Fan remembered what Zhao Qian said.

"Well, it's very close," Tang Le thought for a while, and then said: "Actually, it's not too close."

"Are you reluctant to let him go?" Zhou Fan's voice softened, he embraced Tang Le's shoulder, and rubbed it.

Tang Le nodded, then shook his head again.

"Yes or no?"

"I can't tell," Tang Le frowned, "Maybe it's not a bad thing."

"Is there something wrong with Fan Xingchen?" Zhou Fan asked.

"Yes." Tang Le nodded.

"It's just that I still don't understand one thing. He was beaten and crippled. His parents can be bribed with only money, and then they won't be held accountable?" Zhou Fan frowned.

Tang Le lowered his head and said slowly in a low voice: "Brother Fan, both of us came from Wulong Mountain, Wulong Mountain, you should know."

Zhou Fan was taken aback. This was the first time that Tang Le was willing to take the initiative to bring up with him other than daily life, about going to his home and his past. He was a little pleasantly surprised, but at the same time, a little distressed.

"I know," Zhou Fan said, "The one that has focused on poverty alleviation in recent years has always been in the news."

"Yes, but what I saw on the news is not fake, but it is only the most beautiful side of the mountain. The other places that I can't see are actually very backward. For things like money, buying a leg is nothing. If you have money, Life can be bought."

Tang Le said slowly, and Zhou Fan just listened quietly. The two had known each other for so long, and for the first time, Tang Le was willing to play the role of the narrator.

The two sat on the stone downstairs of the rented building, and there were only two or three people passing by occasionally, but his voice was still very small, even lower than usual.

"I used to have a younger brother named Er Le. My younger brother and my father look very much alike. He is physically strong. When he was ten years old, he jumped 1.7 meters. He is stupid and can't study. He works all day long. The only opportunity to study was given to me."

"But grandma has always hated him, more serious than me, because when I was a child, an old monk who passed by told me a fortune telling me, if I beat him, he beat the whole family."

"Besides, after he was born, my mother couldn't have children, and my father lost his job. All kinds of things came to my house. A few years ago, he had an accident while doing farm work. I heard that a wild boar from the mountain rushed down and killed him. He fell off the cliff again, and no one has found his body so far. Later, my grandma said that it was because I was still alive that his body could not come back."

It was the first time for Tang Le to say so much in one breath. His surface was as calm as water, but Zhou Fan could clearly see that his fingers on his lap were trembling slightly.

"Grandma said that she raised a whole house of nemesis, so this family will not have a good life in this life." Tang Le smiled, her eyelashes trembling slightly: "Look, they even believe this, what else is there? It can't be done."

"Tang Le."

Zhou Fan, who had been listening at the side, suddenly spoke. He grabbed Tang Le's trembling hand and warmed it to his chest. He breathed out into that slender white hand, and released a cloud of white mist.

"Anyway, I don't believe it. If you believe in this kind of thing, you have it. If you don't believe it, you don't have it. So I'm sure you are a lucky star, so you don't have to run away."

Hearing the sound, Tang Le's stiff expression relaxed, and he smiled: "What, I'm lucky."

"I hate it!" Zhou Fan said.

Tang Le thought for a moment, then nodded.

Zhou Fan showed embarrassment, but he recovered after a while, and he smiled: "It's as good as it is, anyway, you despise me when I talk about flowers."

"I don't dislike it anymore." Tang Le said.

"Huh?" Zhou Fan looked up.

"I've never disliked it, really." Tang Le's eyes looked at him, and lost focus for a moment: "Brother Fan, you are so kind."

Zhou Fan was stunned for a moment, then said nothing, stretched out his hands to stroke his messy hair, and narrowed his eyes with a smile.

The author has something to say: Zhou Fan is so cool and grinning: Believe it or not, I say this is a confession, this is a confession.

Yes, Zhao Qian dropped out of school, the ignorance of his family, the theory that studies are useless, and the injury and spending money, he definitely has no chance to continue to go up and down, everyone has his own life.

ps: It’s the end of the month, shamelessly ask for a wave of nutrient solution ~ If there is any excess, Irrigate it to the old bamboo ~