I seem to have a crush on the little follower

Zhou Fan was taken aback, a little unsure: "Tang Le?"

"it's me."

Tang Le's palms were a little sweaty, he tightly held the receiver of the landline in his hand, and glanced at the boss playing cards in a circle around the canteen.

There was some noise outside the house, but inside the house only the regular snoring of the proprietress could be heard in the back room.

Zhou Fan on the other end of the phone was obviously surprised: "Why did you call me?!"

"It's okay," Tang Le rushed over to make a call on the spur of the moment. After being asked this question, he suddenly didn't know what to say. He stumbled and said, "It's just... New Year's Eve is coming soon, so I want to say Happy New Year's Eve to you."

"Yes, is it?" Zhou Fan deliberately dragged out two words.

"Ah."

Tang Le foolishly nodded on the other end of the phone, regardless of whether the other party could see it or not.

Zhou Fan laughed twice: "Why are you like my mother?"

"What?" Tang Le was puzzled.

"Every New Year and holidays, I call each other in the address book one by one, saying that they want to pay New Year's greetings. At the beginning, the two of them have to say "good year, good year" to each other for a long time, just like fearing who will not be the last one at the end." Zhou Fan joked talking.

The expression on Tang Le's face relaxed when he heard the sound, it seemed that only when he was chatting with Zhou Fan would he feel such a completely relaxed feeling.

It's like being addicted to some unknown drug. Once you get it, you can't leave it at all. If you don't touch it for too long, you will even go crazy. Only when you get it again, you will have that kind of morbid satisfaction, almost morbid. possession.

Tang Le lowered his head and raised the corner of his mouth: "Is that aunt paying New Year's greetings now?"

The other side paused for two seconds, and then replied: "Not now."

"Oh, it's time to sleep." Tang Le said to himself.

There was a noise on the other end of the phone, Tang Le frowned and moved the receiver away, then cleared his throat on the other side, and then continued: "No, she is no longer here."

Tang Le was taken aback, and the air was quiet for a few seconds.

Zhou Fan continued, "It's been several years."

Tang Le suddenly regretted, he was a little anxious, clenched his fists, stepped on his feet at a loss, and his voice was a little soft:

"I'm sorry Brother Fan, I didn't mean to!"

"It's okay." Zhou Fan's voice became much lower after being transmitted by radio waves.

Tang Le said in a low voice: "Don't be sad, I can spend more time with you."

"Okay," Zhou Fan smiled brightly, but he wanted to bring this topic to the past, and then began to find nothing to say: "How did you spend New Year's Eve?"

Tang Le heard the sound and replied: "There will be fireworks in the village the day after tomorrow. I haven't seen such big fireworks a few times."

"Really? Follow me from now on, and I will take you to the place with the best view." Zhou Fan said, almost flying into the sky in shock: "Ride the wildest eDonkey and watch the most dazzling fireworks."

"Okay!" Tang Le smiled, then turned around and asked, "What about Brother Fan's New Year's Eve?"

"Me?" Zhou Fan paused, and he tried his best to make up nonsense: "I'm at my grandma's house, a bunch of relatives, especially the little kids, are so annoying, I can't wait to slap them in the face with leather shoes."

Tang Le was so teased by him that he rubbed his sour face, obviously brainwashed by the excitement of this year's fireworks:

"Then you will go to watch the fireworks too?"

Zhou Fan said without hesitation: "Of course I will. I'll call you when the time comes and let's watch together."

"it is good!"

Hearing the sound, the boss outside the house turned his head to take a look. He was very surprised. It can be said that he has stayed in this village for so many years, and he has never seen such a smile from the children of Laotang’s family. It was evil.

Seeing this, Tang Le quickly restrained himself: "This is the phone number of the canteen in the village. I'll just call you when the time comes."

"That's fine, it's a deal!" Zhou Fan said, "If you let me go, wait until you come back to see if I can beat you through."

Tang Le touched his head subconsciously: "The real murderer."

"It's the majesty of the boss," Zhou Fan said.

Tang Le laughed a few times, the voice was very soft, but Zhou Fan heard it.

As soon as he hung up Tang Le's call, Zhou Fan breathed a sigh of relief.

He put his arms on the railing, then stretched his waist extremely long, and finally sighed comfortably, exhaling a large cloud of white mist.

I don't know why, but after talking nonsense with Tang Le, the whole person felt as if he had been stimulanted, and he felt extremely comfortable, and the inexplicable bad mood just now disappeared.

He was also a little surprised, but the joy was greater than the surprise, especially when Tang Le said "I will spend more time with you".

Unexpectedly, this child had a protective side, Zhou Fan raised his eyebrows.

Zhou Fan turned around, glanced at the rental house where he planned to stay for the winter vacation, and after a long pause, he sent a text message to his grandma, saying that he would go back the day before New Year's Eve.

After all, I still have an appointment with Tang Le to watch the fireworks together.

very nice.

Zhou Fan's eyes overflowed with a smile. He stretched out two slender fingers with well-articulated joints, touched his lips lightly, and then blew an extremely exaggerated kiss to the moonless night sky.

……

The New Year's Eve is coming soon, and Dad rarely brought back from the city a lot of fancy food, including a whole chicken that was grilled so oily, and some fish with white and tender meat.

It was mostly cold when I came back, but it was also delicious after it was warmed up in the pot.

But Tang Le doesn't like to eat, it's very strange, he doesn't know why he doesn't like to eat meat, including all kinds of meat, whether it's steamed, fried or fried, there seems to be a kind of physical resistance, not to the point of vomiting after one bite, but After two or three mouthfuls, I couldn't swallow it alive.

It's no wonder he's skinny, even though he doesn't get fat no matter what he eats, it's probably because what he eats isn't fattening in the first place.

During this period of time, my mother has hardly been sober, and she has basically continued to be in a silly and happy state. She can do whatever she wants, no matter it is dirty or bitter, she will finish it cheerfully.

Like now.

It was extremely cold outside, and the snow on New Year's Eve was sporadic, falling on the snow that had accumulated on the mountains a few days ago, but grandma and dad were eating at the table, and the fish was still steaming.

My mother was sitting in front of the stove, pulling the bellows vigorously, and stuffing firewood into it. White rice porridge was cooking in the pot, with misty white bubbles rolling, and a sweet smell.

In her pocket is the elderly phone her father bought for her, probably because she thinks that she has behaved recently, and she is afraid that it will be difficult for a fool to find it if she loses it, so she is willing to spend this money.

Tang Le sat on the table and ate two mouthfuls. She couldn't eat any more, so she squatted next to her mother to help her.

It's just that the topic of father and grandma's conversation behind him was extremely harsh. They said that when they were working in the city, they met a divorced woman who worked as a waiter, and she was basically able to make a private decision for life.

Grandma was very happy, she didn't care about the two people behind her at all, she just praised her over and over again, and urged him to bring the woman back to see her.

Dad didn't say much, just agreed with a smile.

Tang Le was annoyed by hearing it, so he grabbed a large pile of firewood and threw it into it.

"Don't," my mother hurriedly grabbed him with her hand and pulled out a few: "The fire will be suppressed."

Tang Le didn't speak, just watched her mother's movements quietly, but her eyes were still stupid and dull, without any emotion in it. After a long while, she sighed, then nodded, and let them go one by one. go in.

In the evening, the battles in the village had already started. When they heard that there would be fireworks, the children were very happy. Grandma and Dad also went to join in the fun, but the mother stood at the door and did not move.

"Mom," Tang Le walked behind her: "Aren't you going to watch the fireworks?"

"No, I don't like that, you go." Mom pushed his shoulder.

Tang Le nodded, then hesitated.

Mom stared straight at him, waiting for him to speak.

Tang Le was a little embarrassed by being stared at, and he said a little embarrassedly: "Mom, can I use your mobile phone to make a call?"

Mom didn't say a word, just took out the phone and handed it to him: "Go, don't lose it."

"Hey, good."

Tang Le embraced the phone excitedly, turned around and hugged her mother lightly, and then ran towards the mountain.

He was so familiar with the land behind the village that he couldn't be more familiar with it, and soon he found the pile of stones that he always used to come to.

There are usually no birds here, only a bunch of strange-looking boulders lying on the ground, blocked by the woods, it is difficult to be found, Tang Le loves to come here when he is free, sometimes just stay there long time.

Not only because it is quiet here, but also because of the good view.

At a glance, there is no obstruction, and you can have a panoramic view of the village. If you have good eyesight, you can even see the town at the foot of the mountain.

When the time was almost up, Tang Le dialed Zhou Fan's number.

The other side rang within a few seconds and was quickly picked up. Zhou Fan's eager voice came from the receiver: "My God, you are calling, if you are later, I guess I will send a search to the canteen. It's an apocalypse."

The corners of Tang Le's mouth raised when he heard his voice. He moved his butt and leaned against the big rock behind him.

The two of them chatted one after another, and they talked about irrelevant topics.

Tang Le stopped talking suddenly, and asked naturally: "What are you doing?"

"On the roof of grandma's house," Zhou Fan whispered, "Someone has set off fireworks, where are you?"

"It hasn't started yet, it should be soon." Tang Le said.

"Okay," Zhou Fan snapped his fingers: "When the fireworks are set off on both sides, shall we make a wish together?"

"Making a wish? Can you make a wish with fireworks?" Tang Le was puzzled.

Zhou Fan smiled: "I said yes, it's like a festival, isn't it just to find an opportunity to get together, and the fireworks are the same, it's just an opportunity."

"Ah."

Tang Le responded in a low voice, then looked towards the village, and began to look forward to the fireworks.

"Opportunities are determined by people," the person on the phone began to speak again, his voice was unusually gentle, with the fragrance of jasmine in season, so low that it was almost inaudible: "Meeting is determined by God."

"What?" Tang Le didn't hear clearly.

"Nothing," he said with a haha, hurriedly skipping that sentence, and then asked, "Is it about to start?"

Tang Le stood up. He looked up at the open space halfway up the mountain. Someone was already bending over to light fireworks.

"It's coming soon!" Tang Le said excitedly to the phone while holding the edge of the stone tightly with his fingers.

"Okay, okay, after it started, I said to make a wish, and then I made a wish!" He shouted into the phone as the wind on the rooftop over there was a little loud.

"Okay!" Tang Le also smiled.

As soon as the voice fell, there was a huge "bang" explosion in front of him, and a cluster of silver-white fireworks quickly jumped from the ground to the sky, and then followed by a crisp sound, it exploded in all directions like a flower. After a brief period of splendor, a faint halo was left behind.

what.

Tang Le opened his mouth wide, his pupils dilated, and flowers bloomed in the reflection of his eyes.

Suddenly, the fireworks swarmed up like a swarm of bees. Tang Le shook his body. He looked over in surprise. It turned out that the fireworks in the town below the mountain had also started to go off. He didn't speak for a long time.

"Make a wish, kid!" shouted the radio.

"it is good!"

Hearing the sound, Tang Le hurriedly closed her eyes, then bowed her head reverently, and clasped her hands together.

He doesn't believe in Buddhism or religion, but he always has a natural awe for such things, so every time he makes a wish, he is thinking from the bottom of his heart.

Of course including this time.

He thought a lot, from his mother thinking of Tang Zhong, thinking of Tang Hai, and finally thinking of Zhou Fan, then his lips parted, and finally they closed with a slight arc.

But vaguely, he seemed to hear someone say something on the phone in his hand.

After making his wish, Tang Le hurriedly put the phone back to his ear.

Zhou Fan heard the movement, and there was a smile in his voice: "Okay?"

"Okay." Tang Le said.

"What wish did you make?" Zhou Fan asked.

"Secret." Tang Le smiled.

"Okay." Zhou Fan smiled.

Tang Le thought for a moment, then tilted his head: "Did you speak just now while I was making a wish?"

"Yes." Zhou Fan didn't hide it.

"What?" Tang Le asked.

"It's also a secret." Zhou Fan laughed twice.

"whispering sound."

Tang Le rolled his eyes, but didn't ask any more questions, just muttered: "Learn from me."

Zhou Fan didn't speak, just smiled slightly, as if the taste of oranges was on his lips and teeth, it was bitter at first smell, but the more he tasted it, the sweeter it became.

The author has something to say: due to various reasons (I won’t mention some bad emotions), there are very few updates during this period, and I say sorry to the little angels who are still watching orz, but I won’t abandon the pit. I'm sorry for my [-]D outline!