I seem to have a crush on the little follower

During the Chinese New Year, people in various villages were on the move. Tang Le's family had no relatives, and most of them seemed to be in the towns. With their people developed, they naturally didn't think much of the old Tang's family who still stayed in the mountains.

However, although the village was full of people coming and going, and the noise was very loud, Tang Le was still a little happy.

Because he didn't have a mobile phone, he found a way to talk to Zhao Qian, who also didn't have a mobile phone.

When people from the other side of the mountain came over the mountain a few times to visit relatives from other families, Tang Le would ask them to send a letter, but he didn't dare to send more. After going back and forth two or three times, he just gave up, but he also understood the same. .

Tang Le didn't have any friends before, except for Zhou Fan, Zhao Qian was the closest to him, so when he read the letter saying that he was going to go limping down the mountain to sell vegetables for a living, his heart was Bursts of sourness.

But Zhao Qian could read it, and he kept emphasizing in the letter that when Tang Le was admitted to university, he must visit him.

Tang Le sighed, and hid those letters in a drawer.

After the Chinese New Year, Tang Le told his family about his idea of ​​finding a part-time job. Grandma would never refuse to make money, but her mother seemed worried when she went to Youwai, and would always tell him to do something when no one was around. Although some of them are tired of listening, Tang Le is also trying his best to listen.

It's just that Tang Le is more concerned about his final grades than finding a part-time job.

Because the report card was to be collected at school after the winter vacation, he specially asked Zhou Fan to help collect it before returning home, so Zhou Fan knew his grades earlier than he did.

This feeling is like being announced by the teacher.

Although this teacher doesn't know how to slap his palms, and doesn't drown him in spittle and white eyes, he can't help but feel a little nervous when he thinks of Zhou Fan's frowning and earnest profile while lecturing himself on the topic every day.

Despite being nervous, he is still eagerly looking forward to the start of school, looking forward to seeing Zhou Fan smile with warm sunlight and squint his eyes.

So on the day back to the city, Tang Le carried his schoolbag and walked so fast that his grandma scolded him all the way.

It's like being chased and spanked by a devil's gun.

The train in the school season was so crowded that even when I got off the train with my luggage, I felt like I was being squeezed out. It was only when Tang Le stood at the entrance of Sanliu Alley again that he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After Tang Le quickly packed up his things, he ran to the door of Zhou Fan's rental house and waited.

The door was tightly locked, and it felt like it hadn't been opened for a while, and a light layer of dust fell on it.

Tang Le stared at the window with the tightly drawn curtains in silence for a while, then took out a wet towel, and wiped his window sill and security door one by one, hardly sparing any corner.

"Huh? Are you back?"

A middle-aged man's voice sounded, Tang Le turned his head, it was the landlord who came upstairs.

Tang Le bowed slightly politely: "Uncle."

"Is that the guy surnamed Zhou?" The man asked casually while collecting the clothes hanging on the third floor.

"Ah."

Tang Le paused, then responded in a low voice.

The man nodded when he heard the sound, and said unintentionally: "He talked to me a few times before the holiday, saying that he would stay here for the whole winter vacation, but he left in a hurry the day before New Year's Eve, and he hasn't come back until now. He stays the longest during normal holidays.”

Tang Le was taken aback for a moment, then slowly put away the towel and stood up: "He...won't go home?"

"Yeah, aren't you his classmate? I don't know? I didn't go back during winter and summer vacations, let alone holidays. I worked hard to make money all day long. I really don't want my health. This young man is nice. I live downstairs alone. Sometimes he would come to chat with me, that is, making money is a matter of life and death, and he is stubborn, probably because the family situation is not good and life is forced."

The man hugged his clothes and sneezed, then rubbed his nose, shook his head and sighed, "Which baby is not the baby of the family now."

Tang Le frowned, as if his stomach was filled with lead. For some reason, he broke the casserole and asked the bottom line: "When did he leave?"

The man struggled to recall: "I remember the day before New Year's Eve. The first two days were fine. I slept through the night, but the next day it was like being possessed by a ghost. In the morning, I left with my bag before dawn. I was taken aback and asked him what he was doing, but he actually said to go home and watch the fireworks, this kid really does whatever comes to his mind, what kind of fireworks to watch in the morning..."

The man joked about himself while he was talking, covered his mouth and laughed for a long time. He seemed to recall Zhou Fan's embarrassed face when he went to drive the car. He was both helpless and enviably young.

But Tang Le was stunned. What the man said just now was played in a loop in his ears. Amidst the smell of tobacco and alcohol, the sound stopped at "Go watch the fireworks".

"Watch the fireworks."

And it was the day before New Year's Eve, wasn't that the day after I called him for the first time?

Tang Le frowned, then stared desperately at the anti-theft door, as if his eyes were a laser beam that could directly punch through the iron door.

"Oh, aren't these Zhou Fan's clothes? Why did you forget to put them away? They've been hung up for so long and they're covered in ashes." As the man spoke, he found Zhou Fan's clothes among the pile of clothes he had collected. Hoodie.

"Give it to me, I'll give it back to him." Tang Le smiled, then stretched out his hand, not giving the man a chance to refuse.

"also."

The man looked at his ugly face, didn't say much, handed him the sweater, and strode downstairs.

……

The next day Tang Le got up early in the morning. After he carried his schoolbag and went out excitedly, he found that the door opposite the corridor was still closed.

I signed up today, so there's no way Zhou Fan won't come back, right?

Tang Le frowned and sighed, but turned around and went downstairs.

Tangkou Experimental Middle School is a school that is well-known in Tangkou District and even in the whole city. Although it is not classified as a famous school, it is still possible to have such a champion in arts and sciences every few years.

So in terms of performance, we have always been very strict.

The entire campus in Tangzhong is in the form of a quadrangle. Facing the gate is a comprehensive building, with Senior Two on the left and Senior Three on the right. Once you enter the gate, the nearest building with its back facing the school gate is Senior One. building.

This also means that every teacher and student passing by will see the final grade list downstairs in the first grade.

Tang Le looked at the large group of students crowded in front of the list with some guilt, his palms were covered with sweat, he clenched his fingers tightly, then took a breath, strode forward, squeezed from the side go in.

In the vertical column, after the name is the grade ranking first, followed by the class ranking, and then the scores of each subject and the total score.

There are more than 900 people in the whole year, and there is a long red list posted on the bulletin board downstairs. Tang Le walked towards the back without thinking, but after searching carefully for a long time, he still couldn't find his name.

Nine hundred...

eight hundred...

seven hundred...

six hundred...

The more Tang Le searched, the more panicked he became. If he had known that he had been hovering around 800 in the past, it would be impossible to continue searching. Could it be that there was a problem with his grades?No wonder I had two phone calls with Zhou Fan during the winter vacation, but the other party didn't bring up this matter once.

Tang Le's heart was pounding, and he moved his eyes anxiously, searching quickly.

Suddenly, he bumped a shoulder.

"Tang Le?" It was Tian Kewei's voice.

"En." Tang Le raised his eyes and smiled politely.

"Looking for grades?" Tian Kewei obviously came from the first list, she pouted to the other side: "There, I saw it."

Tang Le followed her gaze and froze in place.

Seeing this, Tian Kewei was a little amused. He looked at the figure that was rushing past him with great interest, then sneered, then turned and left.

Tang Le, ranked 451 in grade and 30 in class.

Tang Le looked at the line of words on the far left, and was stunned for a long time without taking a breath. After a minute, he was so stunned that he woke up.

30 is really a waste of one more.

Tang Le stared at the two numbers, and was squeezed out impatiently by the students behind, but his head was still buzzing, and he didn't slow down for a long time.

"I rely on."

Tang Le suppressed his joyful voice, clenched his fists and let out a low growl.

After the registration was completed, the head teacher distributed the new book by the way, Tang Le picked out a few important ones and put them in the schoolbag, and put the rest in the drawer.

When he went downstairs, he inadvertently glanced at the downstairs opposite, but as expected, there was no familiar slender figure under the towering plane tree where Zhou Fan usually waited for him.

Tang Le sighed, but after going downstairs, he couldn't help walking in the direction of the sophomore building.

The red list of the second year of high school was posted in the same position as the first year of high school, and Tang Le immediately found the position of the top [-].

It's just that the sophomore students are all extremely tall. Tang Le stood behind with a short carrot head and couldn't see anything at all. But fortunately, he knew that the place where Zhou Fan was written must be the most conspicuous, and he could see it at a glance. arrived.

He looked at the first one, sure enough.

Zhou Fan, ranked 1st in grade and 1st in class.

Still pulled No.2 by 1 to [-] points as before, unlike others, the ranking of No.[-] is always written with a golden pen.

The bright golden color can be seen at a glance, and it can be distinguished from other rookies at a glance.

Tang Le involuntarily puffed out his chest, feeling an inexplicable sense of pride, and he didn't know where it came from.

"Look, No.1 is still Zhou Fan." A girl said.

The girl on the side answered: "It's amazing, I'm no match for the grassroots and the god of learning, I knelt down and knelt down."

The girl went on to say: "That's right, my god, I haven't seen how he studies all day, why does he get so high in the exam every time!"

"Wang Hui lives in the same dormitory as me. She stays up until twelve o'clock every day, and wakes up early in the morning. She will always be No.2. I feel like I won't be able to touch Zhou Xueshen's heels in my next life."

"Hahaha, this is talent, a talent that you can look up to even without hard work!" The girl laughed harshly.

Tang Le had been listening quietly, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper, finally, he couldn't listen anymore, turned around suddenly, and said to the two girls with clenched fists:

"Did you see when he was studying?"

The two girls looked at him in bewilderment and shook their heads incomprehensibly.

"Then don't talk about other people's achievements."

Tang Le said coldly, after finishing speaking, he pushed the two of them away and walked out.

The height of the two girls is about the same as him, but somehow, Tang Le has a strong aura of not getting close to strangers. The chattering discussion stopped immediately, and the few people around who were looking at the grades stopped talking and cautiously Make way for Tang Le.

Tang Le frowned, with a cold light in his eyes, but he didn't realize that his cheeks and neck were getting hot until he walked away from the crowd.

He wasn't used to the feeling of speaking in front of a group of people, and the irrelevant and necessary conversation was enough to make him blush.

But fortunately, the blood's reaction was a beat slower, and Brother Tang didn't lose face in front of a group of little girls.

Tang Le rubbed his hot face, his eyes staring at the ground were squeezed out of shape.

Suddenly, a pair of black sneakers stood on the ground in front of him, and in the next second, a cold hand touched Tang Le's forehead.

The touch of the fingers was extremely cold, like a patient's chill, but the strength was as strong as ever, and the other party pressed his forehead against his forehead and lifted his face up without any refutation.

Tang Le, who was still rubbing his cheeks with his hands, raised his head in this posture, his bangs were a little messy, his face was flushed, and his eyes were glistening.

Just now, it was clear that I was the most powerful in the universe, and my person was a big brother who no one could say, but when he spoke in front of people, he blushed, and when he turned his head, he had to switch to a pitiful look.

It makes people want to kiss directly on the bulletin board.

The owner of this hand thought shamelessly.

The author has something to say: Brother Fan is just sick, a very small illness~

ps: The author who has seen the update speed of the post clearly lays flat on the cutting board and slaughters, and the bamboo shoots are mixed with cold salad to learn more about orz