I seem to have a crush on the little follower

At the end of Sanliu Alley, on the railing on the third floor of the dusty rental building, two boys, one tall and one short, were lying on their stomachs. The warm sun in winter.

"Look, when you're in a bad mood, it's so interesting to chat with your friends, it's so good to have a smile, don't just stay alone all day, you'll get bored sooner or later, friends are very important." Zhou Fan said Turning around, putting one arm on the railing, looking down at him as he spoke earnestly.

Tang Le swallowed his smile when he heard the sound, and he looked at Zhou Fan with some puzzlement.

Zhou Fan smiled: "My classroom is in the building opposite to yours, and I can see you walking alone every day."

"You... see me every day?"

Tang Le frowned, he really didn't understand that the super grass in front of him was so idle all day... he would look this way from the upstairs opposite, he really didn't understand what there was to see.

Seeing that his expression was a little strange, Zhou Fan hurriedly explained: "Don't get me wrong, I'm used to it, so I'll keep an eye on Fan Xingchen by the way."

Tang Le swallowed: "Do you have a grudge against him?"

"It's not really a grudge. We've been enemies for more than a year. It's really boring without him to relieve our boredom. In the past, whenever he bullied others, I would beat him up so hard that he wouldn't accept it. Later, You're going to challenge me one-on-one, and you can't pick and choose, and you still have to pick, and I don't know which tendon is holding your heels." Zhou Fan smiled helplessly.

"……Very good."

Tang Le really didn't understand what was going on in this old bastard's head, but since he could suppress such a bully for more than a year, his strength should not be underestimated, Tang Le suddenly had a little more respect for him.

Zhou Fan was flattered by his two words, but he still pretended to be modest and said: "Thank you. By the way, if he troubles you again in the future, you can come and tell me, and I will treat him well for you. As for my friend Zhou Fan, he still dare not move."

My friend Zhou Fan.

Tang Le paused for a moment when he heard these words. He wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything in the end. He just bowed slightly politely and replied, "Okay, thank you."

As soon as the words fell, grandma yelled "Da Le" loudly in the room. After Tang Le heard it, she hurriedly said: "My grandma called me", and was about to go back.

As soon as he turned around, Zhou Fan grabbed his jacket pocket, and Tang Le's school uniform was pulled far away. Zhou Fan quickly stuffed something in. When it came out, it was a folded 20 yuan.

"What are you doing?" Tang Le took the money and wanted to hand it back to him.

Zhou Fan hastily stepped back a few steps, stepped on the steps of the corridor with his right foot, smiled slightly, and snapped his fingers: "It's okay, it's for you, I donate it in the afternoon, I don't have much money, and if you donate 20 yuan, you should It won't embarrass you too much."

Tang Le's face burned when he heard the sound, he felt that he seemed to have made a big mistake.

He was originally from the mountains. When he entered the classroom wearing a short-sleeved shirt with the name of the fertilizer factory printed on it at the beginning of school, he should have understood when he received contemptuous looks from others. He should understand that he must have something to live in a big city With such a mentality, he just couldn't let go of the stubbornness and inexplicable stubbornness in his bones.

Tang Le knew that he didn't want to be worse than others in his bones, but the reality gave him a critical blow, which made his head buzz, and it said fiercely in his ear:

Yes, that's right, there are some things you really can't compare to them.

He has been here for a month, he should get used to it, and not let Zhou Fan spend money for himself because of a little dignity here. Although 20 yuan is not much, it is his hard-earned money in the end and should not belong to him.

"No, I can't take this." Tang Le said anxiously, and hurried forward a few steps.

But Zhou Fan stepped back at the same time, deliberately keeping a distance from him.

Zhou Fan seemed to understand what he was thinking, waved his hand deliberately, raised his eyebrows and said, "Don't think too much, I still hold grudges very much, this money should be considered as I lent you, it is different from the previous money Together, just return it to me when you have time, brother is a self-employed businessman, not bad for that."

Tang Le didn't stop until he heard the sound, he still hesitated: "Before... so much, I have been saving for a long time..."

"Save? You mean, you plan to save the money and return it to me?" Zhou Fan asked.

"Yes." Tang Le nodded.

Zhou Fan was a little impressed immediately, and asked casually, "How much can you save in a day?"

"Fifty cents." Tang Le said.

Every morning, grandma only gave him two yuan for breakfast. He used to buy soy milk for one yuan and five yuan, saved it for two days, and then bought sesame seed cakes. Now it seems that even the biscuits once every two days will be excluded from the plan .

Zhou Fan looked at the serious and determined child in front of him in shock, and now he was completely convinced, shaking his head helplessly and sneering: "Okay, you won."

He didn't know if this kid was really stubborn, or if he had some kind of whimsical idea. For 1000 yuan, he saved fifty cents a day, and he was afraid that he would have to save enough until the day his ashes were gone.

However, in fact, Tang Le didn't know that grandma cheated him of 1000 yuan. He didn't dare to ask, so he estimated that it would not exceed [-] yuan. Fortunately, I can spare pocket money.

Holding the hot 20 yuan, Tang Le thought of Zhou Fan's caring comfort at noon, although he was a little worried, but when it was time to donate in the afternoon, he still lined up proudly and walked to the rostrum, dressed in red The thin body in the school uniform turned his back to the students in the audience, beams of sunlight fell on his slightly long black hair, he pursed his lips, and solemnly unfolded the 20 yuan and stuffed it into the donation box.

When Zhou Fan, who was in the sophomore high school under the stage, looked up and saw his straight back, he smiled as if he had plunged into the happiness of burying his cheeks in the warm and fragrant quilt after a day in the sun.

In fact, sometimes, to save a person's pride that is about to be wiped out, there will be a rare sense of accomplishment and happiness.

Zhao Qian came to class in the afternoon, but his left hand was tied with a thick plaster cast, a white bandage hung around his neck, and his face was still bruised. He limped and walked beside Tang Le.

Tang Le was taken aback by his appearance, and kept staring at his swollen arm on the way home from school, and said worriedly, "How did this happen? Why is it broken?"

"Fan Xingchen did it."

Zhao Qian didn't hide anything from him, but the wound on the corner of his mouth was hurt because of talking, and he grinned in pain.

"Fan Xingchen? When did he hit him? Why?" Tang Le became anxious when he heard the sound. He frowned and clenched his fingers into fists.

Zhao Qian sighed, and said slowly: "He and I are in the same dormitory. There was some conflict this morning, and we started fighting. Besides, everyone in the dormitory is his, and no one helps me at all. I Can’t beat him again, well, then it’s like this.”

"Why! He can't bully the few with more!" Tang Le said.

"Because when I was sleeping...it was too noisy, and I was snoring and grinding my teeth. He said I would just say it, but what he said was that you people in the mountains are so unqualified. When my brain short-circuited, I picked it up." The water glass hit him in the face."

Zhao Qian's voice turned louder and louder, and became powerful: "This kind of map cannon is the most disgusting, what's wrong with the people in the mountains? Yes, I have no quality, I have problems, but this does not mean that he can scold our village, Scolding Wulongshan, he doesn't have the ability!"

Tang Le frowned, no wonder Fan Xingchen had a large bruise on his nails when he made fun of him at noon today.

Thinking of this, Tang Le suddenly stood still. They have already walked halfway to Sanliu Lane. The corner ahead is the road to the junior high school campus. As the footsteps approached, he saw the swaying Shadow, it looks like there is more than one person!

Suddenly his hairs stood on end, and he remembered what Fan Xingchen said word by word in his ear at noon:

Tang Le, see you in Sanliu Lane after school in the afternoon, let me see how powerful you are at Wulong Mountain.

He didn't understand this at noon, so now it looks like it's afternoon. This must be related to the conflict between Fan Xingchen and Zhao Qian in the morning. After all, he is also from Wulong Mountain, and he is the closest to Zhao Qian.Tang Le suddenly grabbed Zhao Qian's other arm in a panic, turned around and was about to run out of the alley.

"Hey? Why are you running?" Zhao Qian was caught by Tang Le and ran away, a little inexplicably, and he was fat, with his body bouncing from left to right.

"It's too late to talk, hurry up, run out first!" Tang Le said out of breath while pulling him.

The road in Sanliu Alley is curved, and the alleys in the middle are intertwined like a fishing net, and the ground is uneven. There are stone bricks mixed in the ground, which will hurt the soles of the feet from time to time. Tang Le dragged him all the way to a road near the exit. On the fork in the road, I couldn't run anymore, and when I turned a corner, I entered an alley leading to the main road on the other side.

Tang Le leaned against the wall panting, and was so weak that he almost sat down. He hadn't run so fast for a long time, and his heart beat so fast that it felt like it was about to burst through his heart.

"Wh...what's the situation, Tang Le!" Zhao Qian also ran out of breath, and he asked in a daze.

"Don't go there yet, whoever might be blocking us..." Tang Le gasped.

"Who is it?" Zhao Qian looked at him anxiously.

"Fan..."

Tang Le swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Before he finished speaking, a tall shadow suddenly appeared in front of him. Tang Le's back felt cold, and several people were already standing at the fork in the road behind him. Zhao Qian straightened up and looked at Behind him, he opened his mouth in surprise, and behind Fan Xingchen were the other two gangsters from his own dormitory.

"It's Lao Tzu, Fan Xingchen."

Fan Xingchen walked up with a sharp stab, followed Tang Le's words by himself, hehe smiled and put a hand on Tang Le's shoulder deliberately, Tang Le didn't pay attention, but was staggered by the pressure, and hurriedly broke free He ran to Zhao Qian's side, and Fan Xingchen took advantage of the opportunity to drag his schoolbag off his body and threw it beside the trash can.

"You..." Zhao Qian's throat choked, but he gritted his teeth in resentment.

Fan Xingchen sneered, the cyan tiger tattoo on the back of his neck was particularly obvious under the sunlight, he was tall and thick, his beard was not shaved clean, leaving a short stubble, his beady eyes stared with arrogance A mean smile hung on his lips.

"Zhao Qian, what's the matter, are you still in class this afternoon?" Fan Xingchen said mockingly.

Zhao Qian didn't speak, but the broken arm hanging around his neck was already the most obvious sign of a loser. He blushed a little with shame, making his already dark skin look like it was scorched by fire.

"Ha, coward, weren't you awesome in the morning, didn't you still hit Lao Tzu, come on, now there are bricks under your feet, come on, pick it up and say hello to Lao Tzu's head!"

Seeing that he was silent, Fan Xingchen became even more arrogant. He looked at the two people behind him, walked up cheerfully, and pushed Zhao Qian's shoulder. Holding back his strength, he had to lean back against the wall.

Tang Le frowned. Seeing that he raised his fist and wanted to continue to bully Zhao Qian, he suddenly pushed away the three people standing in front of Zhao Qian.

"Fan Xingchen, what on earth do you want!" Tang Le frowned, stretched out his arms in front of Zhao Qian in the posture of a hen protecting the chicks, looked at him with what he thought was a fierce look, and coughed twice boldly.

Fan Xingchen was taken aback by his action, and then smiled: "Is there something wrong with you? What do you think I want to do? Campus bullying!"

The two behind him laughed hahaha, and the laughter echoed wantonly in the narrow alley, hitting his eardrums.

Tang Le didn't speak, just stared at him with a frown.

Fan Xingchen was annoyed by his staring eyes, spat on the wall, waved his hand and said, "You kid, why are you as virtuous as Zhou Fan's grandson! Come on, beat them both! Beat me up and cry, don't cry Don't stop!"

As soon as the words fell, the two boys behind Fan Xingchen came forward in a few strides, and with a punch they came towards Tang Le and Zhao Qian. Pulling his shoulders hard to lift him up, neither swerving to the left nor swerving to the right, he could only endure the raindrops of dense fists falling on his arms in a muffled voice.

The other party let go of his hand, Tang Le was pushed hard, and suddenly fell to the corner of the wall. He curled up sideways on the ground, and hurriedly used one arm to wrap his legs folded in front of his chest, while the other arm tightly Protect your head.

Fan Xingchen and the others are obviously gangsters with rich fighting experience. They know how to protect the beaten person. The boy's toes kept kicking Tang Le's spine hard, and his fist hit the back of his neck with unknown severity. Le frowned suddenly, he snorted, and used his hand to protect it reflexively, but at the moment when his arm left his face, another punch hit his nose fiercely!

"Well--"

A soreness in Tang Le's nasal cavity immediately rushed to his forehead, physical tears almost flowed out, he bit his lower lip with his teeth, but in the next second, his mouth felt a burst of bloody smell.

He raised his hand to wipe his face, and sure enough, he had a nosebleed.

"Huh? You're so irresistible, you're going to have a nosebleed?" Seeing this, Fan Xingchen held back the boy who was about to continue beating, clapped his hands, and looked at Tang Le with a condescending look. Zhao Qian, who had a bruised nose and a swollen face.

Fan Xingchen sneered, and pointed at the two of them: "Now you know, don't argue with me, you two really can't fight, Zhao Qian, apologize to my face."

"Impossible, you apologize to us first!" Zhao Qian sat on the ground, touched his face, looked at the three of them angrily, and said firmly.

"Okay, you're awesome." Fan Xingchen became even more interested when he heard the sound. He raised his hand and waved his palm: "You haven't cried yet, have you? Come on, let me..."

Before the word "beat" came out of his throat, Fan Xingchen was suddenly kicked from behind. He staggered, swallowed the last word, and knelt down on the ground with a terrified expression.

The direction happened to be facing Tang Le and Zhao Qian who were startled.

It was like kowtowing to the elders during the Chinese New Year, kneeling upright and well-behaved, he gritted his teeth, and suddenly his knees kneeling on the ground were hit hard, it hurt to the bone marrow, but at the moment when he heard the voice around him, It was the real blow, and he even knelt straight for a moment.

"Zhou...Zhou Fan?!" One of the boys turned his head when he heard the sound, his face turned ashen.