I seem to have a crush on the little follower

During the few days of the college entrance examination, Zhou Fan didn't let Tang Le accompany him. One was afraid of being distracted, and the other was afraid of delaying his final review.

So Tang Le didn't see Zhou Fan's shadow in the past four days. Even though the school was closed for the examination room, he still closed the door tightly. Tang Le hesitated in the corridor several times whether to knock on the door, but finally gave up. up.

The weather in June was scorchingly hot, but fortunately there was a little rain in the morning, which suppressed the heat a little, but a layer of dark clouds firmly covered the top of the head, and it was a bit unbearably sultry.

Tang Le took a bottle of chilled mineral water, stood at the entrance of Zhou Fan's examination room, and waited quietly behind the flower bed.

Surrounded by anxious, joking and chatting parents, or some elderly aunts, only Tang Le, with a short carrot head, stood out of place inside.

After waiting for more than half an hour, a bell rang from the empty campus, and there was a commotion among the crowd.

Most of the parents took out the prepared food and drinks, ready to welcome the glorious return of their children at any time. Because of their eagerness, Tang Le felt that the crowd behind them had the intention to move forward.

He frowned, he was too short, he couldn't see in the crowd, and he would even be buried by others.

Tang Le's heart fluttered, and as soon as he lifted his feet, he stood on the tiles on the edge of the flower bed, and suddenly he was taller than the people around him.

Want to see him for the first time.

I want him to see himself at the moment when he is most relaxed and relieved.

Thinking about it, Tang Le clenched the bottle in his hand that was covered with a thin layer of water due to the cold.

Candidates who went downstairs had already gathered at the door, and it was so dark that Tang Le stood on tiptoe but couldn't see Zhou Fan's figure.

After a while, the school gate suddenly opened slowly with a bang bang bang bang.

A group of students rushed out like birds out of a cage. Tang Le's eyes widened, almost popping them out, but he couldn't find where Zhou Fan was.

"Crack", someone patted his ass.

"Tsk."

Tang Le didn't tell Zhou Fan that he was coming. If he couldn't find anyone after going all this way, and just passed by in vain, wouldn't he be wronged and die.

Right now he has no time to pay attention to the person who bumped into him, Tang Le just frowned and glanced slightly, and then continued to stretch his neck to look like a giraffe.

"Snapped."

The man hit him again, although the force was not strong, but he poked and teased others again and again, no matter how good-tempered he was, he couldn't help it.

"What are you doing?" Tang Le blushed up to the neck, and turned his head impatiently, but just as he turned around, he was grabbed by the waist and brought down.

"Ah!" Tang Le was startled.

The height of the flower bed is at least tens of centimeters high, and the feeling of falling down so suddenly is really scary.

But his body was surrounded by a firm embrace, and the man blew into his ear.

"What do you think I'm doing? Little guy?"

Tang Le was so blown that his body was so crisp that he almost went limp. As soon as he heard the sound, he knew who was responsible.

"Are you sick?" Tang Le turned his head, and it was indeed Zhou Fan, who gave him a blank look.

"You came to pick me up secretly just to scold me?" Zhou Fan pretended to be aggrieved.

"..." Tang Le was speechless for a moment, Zhou Fan was determined that he couldn't stand his aggrieved tone, that's why he was so arrogant, Tang Le patted him and still wrapped his arm: "Let go, they are all human. "

There were a lot of people around, most of them were discussing graduation dinners with friends, or going to have a big meal with their parents. They were so happy that they didn't care about the flower bed at all. There were two boys hugging each other in strange poses.

"Don't let go, you always dislike me." Zhou Fan snorted, and purposely tightened his arms, like a large dog angry with its master.

"Are you a child, Zhou Fan?" Tang Le was helpless, but couldn't break his fingers.

"Just let me hug you for a while, I'm so tired, no one is paying attention anyway, you just treat it as my younger brother, let me hug you for a while, just for a little while." Zhou Fan said softly, lowering his head and burying his face in his Rubbing on the neck.

"En." Tang Le paused, and then responded.

Zhou Fan seemed to be happy, he let out a long sigh of relief, as if he wanted to spit out all the stagnant exhaust gas in his lungs.

He should be quite tired. The pressure of being the first in the grade is greater than anyone else. Although Tang Le can't feel the feeling of being overwhelmed by the heights, he can fully feel that the closer the exam is, the more Zhou Fan will be. Nerves tight.

On the surface, Zhou Fan seemed to be very rowdy, but in fact, he was really desperate to study. If it wasn't for the accident at Tang Le's family in those few days, Zhou Fan might not have the slightest intention of taking a rest.

Every day, I rush to stay up early in the morning, studying under the stars and wearing moons, and the papers I have done are stacked one after another, and every time I pull them out of the drawer, there is a plastic bag of empty pen refills.

It's not that Tang Le never thought of persuading him, but what's the use of persuading him.

Why didn't I use this life-consuming way to learn, the purpose was similar to Zhou Fan's, it was to go farther, fly higher, and get as far away from the filth that fell into the dust as possible.

Or to put it bluntly, it is for money.

Being a philistine is an unavoidable quality that everyone has more or less.

However, the commonality between the two of them collided just like that.

Is it because I am afraid of being poor, afraid of the kind of poverty day and night, going to school while having to work part-time crazy to support myself, or living like a beggar in my "home".

Neither of them wanted to do it again.

Tang Le sighed, didn't say anything, and turned around to comfort the big dog, giving him a snort.

At this moment, a woman's voice sounded beside her: "Fanzi?"

Tang Le was taken aback, and quickly turned his head away for a moment. Hearing the voice, he thought it was an aunt in her 40s, but standing in front of her was a woman wearing a dark red embroidered cheongsam, shaking a small Su embroidery fan... grandmother.

Her gray hair was neatly coiled on the top of her head. Although there were many wrinkles on her face and her skin lost the firmness and smoothness that a woman should have due to aging, the light makeup made her look a little old. His physical appearance made him look much younger, especially this kind of energetic spirit, which made Tang Le completely unimaginable that standing there a few years ago was an old lady who was nearly seventy years old.

"Grandma? Why are you here?" Zhou Fan was pleasantly surprised, but then he remembered that Tang Le's hand was still wrapped around him, and he quickly let go, as if nothing happened just now.

what? !

It's actually Zhou Fan's grandma?

Hearing the sound, Tang Le hurriedly tidied up her crumpled clothes just now, and stood upright in a military posture.

A different emotion flashed in Grandma Zhou's eyes, but she still smiled and said, "I'll pick you up for dinner." Then she turned her head to look at Tang Le: "Is this your classmate?"

"Ah, yes, no," Zhou Fan smiled, and hastily denied what he said just now: "Not my classmate, but a very important friend."

Grandma Zhou nodded when she heard the sound. Her every move has a kind of dignified beauty, like a rich daughter in the old society, as if every gesture has been carefully trained.

"Aren't you going to school tomorrow?" Grandma Zhou looked at Tang Le with a smile in her eyes.

Tang Le was stunned for a moment. He was not used to talking to people of this age. The only old people he had contacted too much were mostly domineering old ladies and old men in the village. It was the first time he met such a person who subverted his impression of old people. People, and Zhou Fan's grandma, he even stuttered when he spoke.

"Uh, yes, because of the college entrance examination, I have to go to class the day after tomorrow." Tang Le said, her face was mostly red.

Grandma Zhou was a little surprised at his shyness, but she was more pleased when she saw it, so she stepped forward and grabbed the two of them by the shoulders, and pushed them towards the bus stop.

"Then go, come home with me to have dinner together. There haven't been any young people in my house for a long time, so I miss you."

Zhou Fan smiled, and heard what she meant: "I'm about to take the college entrance examination, I'm busy."

"I know, I know. Now that I'm done with my work, I'll go home with my grandma. I'll be safe and comfortable when I go home." Grandma Zhou read softly, then sighed, and looked into Zhou Fan's eyes.

Tang Le was just being pushed, and followed the two stiffly, he lowered his head in embarrassment.

The distance from the urban area to the outskirts is not close, and the bus almost swayed to the terminal before getting off. This area looks like a place where very petty bourgeoisie families live.

On one side is the villa area, and on the other side is the place where Grandma Zhou lives. At first glance, I thought I had entered a park.

The community is very well built, with rockeries and ponds, and even looking around, there is an exquisite garden, surrounded by an antique pavilion, and the cornices and brackets are all very luxurious red, which is similar to Grandma Zhou's temperament It's very similar.

Tang Le glanced at Zhou Fan who was chatting and laughing with Grandma Zhou from the corner of his eye, then turned his gaze to the pavilion in the distance, and frowned.

Grandma Zhou left quickly, saying that she was rushing back to warm up the bone soup first, so she left first, and asked Zhou Fan to take Tang Le for a stroll in the community first, and it would not be too late to go back after a call, Zhou Fan I agreed.

Although the community is exquisite, it is actually not big. There are only eight buildings built, but the decorations are repaired a lot, and the road looks winding.

The cobblestone path along the way made Tang Le feel a little powerless to walk.

"Huh, should we go back?" Tang Le took a breath and looked at Zhou Fan.

Zhou Fan smiled and rubbed his head: "Tired from walking?"

"Yeah." Although he didn't want to admit it, Tang Le still nodded.

"Then go back slowly. My grandma likes to cook soup, and it's very slow to cook soup. I'm the most anxious when I see it." Zhou Fan smiled: "But it's really delicious. Yes, you have a taste, if you think it is delicious, I will learn from my grandma and cook it for you next time."

"Well... okay." Tang Le glanced at the rockery passing by, a little absent-minded.

Zhou Fan saw his gaze, and then pointed to the rockery with a smile: "Let me tell you, this piece of land has been pitted for me since I was a child."

As he spoke, he stretched out his arm and rolled up his sleeves before he noticed that there was a very inconspicuous triangular scar on the back of his left arm.

Zhou Fan continued: "At the beginning, there was no rockery in this area, only a pile of rocks were placed there. I just ran and jumped on it without supporting anything. I was very proud at first, but then I slapped , just fell from the side and fell like a dog eating shit, here, it’s this piece, good guy, back then, my arm was bleeding all the way before I went back, it hurt so much that I screamed, and my grandma was almost blindfolded..."

Zhou Fan talked endlessly, from the rockery, to the pool, to the pavilion.This land seems to have some deep feelings for him, as if it carries the most carefree joy of childhood to the final maturity and stability.

Tang Le looked at the cobblestones under his feet, and listened to his jokes, but felt a little depressed in his heart.

"...So, at that time, my grandma wanted to tie my legs, otherwise the property management would go to my house sooner or later, and I would pour in a bunch of fish and I would catch a bunch of them. How much is it?" Zhou Fan thought of the old property management uncle and Seeing the ghost-like expression and looking at himself, he clutched his stomach and laughed wildly.

Seeing him smiling, Tang Le also looked at him smiling, but the curvature of the corner of his mouth was not very natural no matter how you looked at it.

"Hey, kid, what's the matter with you?" Zhou Fan bumped his arm.

"Huh?" Tang Le paused: "What's wrong with me?"

"You were absent-minded all the way. You should laugh harder than me when you hear my embarrassing things." Zhou Fan was a little puzzled.

"Ah, no," Tang Le scratched his head: "I just... have never been in such a beautiful neighborhood, it's a little... just a novelty."

He was a little embarrassed when he spoke, his eyes were unconsciously erratic, Zhou Fan paused, and grabbed his shoulders.

Zhou Fan didn't say much, instead he changed into another cheerful tone.

"It's true. I haven't been back for a long time. I think the renovation is very beautiful. Look at this pavilion," Zhou Fan had a sudden idea, he strode over, and then waved to Tang Le non-stop: "Come on, come on, Xiao Lele, come here."

"what?"

Tang Le was amused by his frisky appearance, and a little smile appeared on his face. He walked towards Zhou Fan helplessly, like a puppy being called back into the arms of its owner after being far away.

"Come on, stand here." Zhou Fan took his hand brazenly while there was no one around.

Tang Le stood in the middle of the pavilion with his shoulders pressed down, feeling a little awkward.

"What are you doing?" Tang Le narrowed his eyes.

"Take a picture of you."

Zhou Fan took a few steps back as he spoke, then took out his phone and turned on the camera.

Tang Le was stunned when he heard the sound. He blushed hurriedly and waved his hands: "I won't shoot if I don't."

"No, no, it's hard to come here. I want to take a picture. Come on, stand up, hurry up, I've chosen the angle!" Zhou Fan giggled and half-kneeled on the ground , If it wasn't for holding up the phone, I would have thought he was proposing.

Tang Le frowned, but he still couldn't help him, and stood back somewhat awkwardly.

"Come on, come on a pose, come on an expression." Zhou Fan urged with a smile on purpose.

After struggling for a while, this photo was taken stutteringly.

Tang Le jumped over to look at his phone, and Zhou Fan pressed the latest picture.

In the evening of summer, the sky has not yet completely darkened, and the warm sunlight is scattered on the brackets, seats, and green bricks of the pavilion. A well-behaved young man stands in the center of the photo, posing with a The extremely awkward Scissorhands, he faced the camera a little forcedly, the corners of his mouth curled up stiffly.

The shattered hair on his forehead somewhat blocked his beautiful eyes, his thin cheeks looked extremely fair, his lips were tightly pursed, and because the corners of his eyes were slightly raised, his eyes, which were stimulated by the sunlight and narrowed, were delicate. There is a bit of seductive sexiness in it.

It is these eyes, no matter how many years later, staring at him seriously, or looking at him with charming blushing and tears, can fascinate him to death.