Xiaoman

Fan Yiyang went out 15 minutes earlier than usual. Yesterday he didn’t tell his mother that he would leave early today. When he went downstairs, the breakfast at home was not ready yet. He rode a few meters away and his mother was still calling him on the balcony. Don’t forget to buy it. For breakfast, he smiled and rang the bell twice.

When we went downstairs to Liu Xiaoman's house, Grandpa Xiaoman was the only one working on the stall. He called "Master" and asked, "Xiaoman is still upstairs?"

"He's leaving first." Grandpa rolled the bun two or three times, "The head teacher asked him to print the certificate yesterday, but he forgot. I asked him to go and see it quickly."

Fan Yiyang saw that he was so busy that he didn't even have time to lift his eyelids, he hesitated for a while and asked, "Are you too busy?"

"What's the matter with Yangzi, why don't you go to school and help people find money if you're too busy?" Uncle Song, who runs a small supermarket next to him, said loudly.

Fan Yiyang made a gesture to get out of the car: "My Lord told me to look for it and I will look for it."

"This child." Grandpa turned his head away and coughed twice with a smile, "Hurry up and go to school."

Fan Yiyang smiled, stepped on the pedals, the bicycle wheel slid out, and went to the school gate to buy breakfast.

He didn't buy it at Liu Xiaoman's house, he bought it before, he was ignorant in junior high school, Grandpa Xiaoman didn't take his money back, and if he gave it, Liu Xiaoman would make it up for him in disguise, such as bringing a few tea eggs, two bags of soy milk, It's fine once or twice, he doesn't feel good if he keeps coming and going like this.

As soon as he left, within half a minute, Liu Xiaoman and Xia Liang came over.

It was only a 3-minute walk from the crossroads, Liu Xiaoman stared at Xia Liang's shoulder for no less than ten times and was confused in his heart, why he walked together with Xia Liang for no reason.

Still going to buy breakfast at home.

He thought that it would take at least half a semester for the two of them to communicate normally.

Take the first day of school as an example, two and a half sentences a day is not bad, and you can save [-] sentences a week.

His mind was full of gossip, and he wandered off on errands. When his grandfather saw him from afar, he shouted, "Is the door open?"

"No." Liu Xiaoman shook his head.

"Yes." Grandpa glanced at him, "Yangyang just left. Aunt Li wrote the proof for you, and she will bring it to you later."

Liu Xiaoman said "ah", stretched his neck and wanted to take a look. Fan Yiyang hadn't ridden far, Xia Liang had already got down in front of his stall, and asked him, "What's delicious?"

Just like the real thing.

"Anything is fine." Liu Xiaoman scratched his ear, he was a little awkward, this was the first time he "brought" a classmate to his home to buy food.

"Is it your classmate?" Grandpa looked at Xia Liang.

Xia Liang nodded, being quite polite, he also called out to him.

"Well, new classmate." Liu Xiaoman glanced at the large electronic wall clock in the small supermarket. Time was more abundant than he expected, so he hurriedly took out a disposable glove, opened it with his lips, and put his hand on to help grandpa.

"Hello, my classmates. At school, I rely on my classmates to help each other." Grandpa said with a smile, "What do you want to eat, burrito? Fruit?"

"Anything is fine." Xia Liang looked at Liu Xiaoman's busy work with interest, and said with a smile.

Grandpa is the same as Liu Xiaoman, he hasn't met many of his grandson's classmates at the stall, or he just met one or two by chance, and the other party is more uncomfortable than Liu Xiaoman. People's Western scenery.

The new classmate in front of me looks like Liu Xiaoman and Fan Yiyang are two types of people, and they both look upright, but this kid has a not so upright vigor, he doesn't talk much, and he is big Fang Fang stood here, and it made people feel comfortable.

When he stabbed his chopsticks, he rolled an extra intestine.

Liu Xiaoman opened the bag and waited beside him, and he was responsible for bagging and collecting change. There are many middle-aged and elderly people in this area, and they are all used to the present day.

Xia Liang scanned the QR code to pay, but Grandpa didn't want it, he shook his head and said, "Come back, take it and eat."

Xia Liang looked at Liu Xiaoman again.

Liu Xiaoman pursed his lips, looked at his grandfather out of the corner of his eye, and said quickly, "Seven yuan and five."

He has good eyesight, and usually he would know if his grandfather gave him a huatou, so he would have to charge less money or something, but when it came to Xia Liang's place, it was not easy. Drink for nothing.

Grandpa tapped his chopsticks with a "tsk".

Liu Xiaoman hid for a moment embarrassed, and listened to Uncle Song if he received the money. From the corner of his eye, he saw Xia Liang's mouth curled up while transferring the money.

Aunt Li came with a stamped certificate and left with two deep-fried dough sticks. Grandpa pulled off his gloves and chased them away: "Hurry up, go to the gate of your school to see if there are any copies that can be copied."

There are only those two nearby, all of which are locked.At this time, Liu Xiaoman was not in a hurry, stuffed two tea eggs into his schoolbag, biting a bag of soy milk, and walked to school with Xia Liang.

Still one in front and one behind, separated by more than half a person's distance.

Xia Liang didn't eat the meal after buying it, he threw it into the paper bag, and continued to carry it in his hand, Liu Xiaoman's eyes were fixed on the paper bag, thinking that this person actually kept a cat, and even bought things for the cat early in the morning eat.

At the intersection where the school gate was just around the corner, the paper bag stopped.

Liu Xiaoman just finished drinking his soy milk and threw the bag into the trash can.

"Here." Xia Liang pointed to a small fork with the paper bag.

"What?" Liu Xiaoman was stunned, where are you going? Just go here?

Why is this person in a hurry?

Xia Liang looked at him strangely: "You didn't walk by?"

Just as Liu Xiaoman was about to say that I would not skip class, he saw two students walking in hastily from the fork.

It seems that I can really go to school.

He shook his head.

"Xiaolu," Xia Liang was too lazy to say, and pushed Liu Xiaoman to let him in, "directly to the playground, which is closer than the main entrance."

Liu Xiaoman didn't know why he still walked ahead in a daze, and let out a slow "oh".

"Are you from this school?" Xia Liang mocked him from behind.

"I've been with Brother Yangyang, let's go through the main entrance." Liu Xiaoman said.

"Brother what?" Xia Liang laughed.

"Brother Yangyang I'm talking about?" Liu Xiaoman turned to look at him. He had the consciousness of not calling Fan Yiyang by his nickname in school, but he was too used to shouting since he was a child. Many times he would be bald before he could react.

"Ah." Xia Liang's eyes were twisted, this name is so boring and crooked.

Liu Xiaoman glanced at him and pursed his lips.

He doesn't like anyone making fun of Fan Yiyang, because he can't speak well.

Ignoring Xia Liang's words, he accelerated forward.

As a result, before adding two steps, he turned at a right angle, and the playground fence at the back door was almost opposite.

It's really faster than the front door.

"Don't go, let me show you something." Xia Liang came from behind him and put down the paper bag on the small stone pier at the entrance of the alley.

"I'm going to be late." Liu Xiaoman wrinkled his nose and paused.

Liu Xiaoman once had a problem that he didn't know if it should be called a problem - he used to be very bad at refusing.

It may have something to do with his disability. Since he was a child, he has been the one in the class who is emphasized to be "taken care of", and no one will ask him for any help.

When I was in junior high school, there was a little ruffian in the class. Knowing that his grandfather sold breakfast, he asked him to help bring breakfast.

At the beginning, he paid back the money a few times, but one day he didn't give it back, and he didn't have the nerve to ask for it. Later, the person always forgot, and then he simply didn't give it back.

Liu Xiaoman knew that he should refuse in this situation, but every day after school, the boy came to him very naturally and said, "I will eat pork loin tomorrow." His mouth seemed to be stuck with glue, and he couldn't speak for no reason.

This situation lasted for a full half a month, and it was Fan Yiyang who discovered the clue and went to talk to that person, and his free supply ended.

The price is that the little ruffian at the center never gave him good face again, and would sneer at him as long as they caught eyes.

But it didn't really rise to the level of bullying. Later, he gradually got used to it, and that group of people might also find it boring. That little isolation passed away, and he also learned to say "sorry" when he should refuse. ” and “No.”

But there are still many times when he has no time to consider whether he should refuse or not, and he will instinctively start to carry out the other party's words.

For example, Xia Liang asked him for tape yesterday, but he didn't have it, but he would borrow it.

For example, just now Xia Liang went to buy breakfast with him for no reason at all, he couldn't figure it out at all, and he couldn't even say it if he wanted to refuse, it's just so inexplicable until now.

In his eyes, Xia Liang undoubtedly belonged to the category of "student ruffian", but he was a very approachable student ruffian, and there was no pressure to get along with him, and he also paid for the food.

And they still have to be at the same table, he is more willing to maintain a good tablemate relationship.

Xia Liang took out his phone to check the time, Liu Xiaoman poked his head over to check it too, he turned his wrist and put the phone back, and pushed Liu Xiaoman's forehead back with a finger: "It's early."

"Really?" Liu Xiaoman wasn't quite sure.

"See for yourself whether there are people in the class on the playground." Xia Liang said.

"...Aren't they all there?" Liu Xiaoman looked at him in confusion, and pointed, "Han Xuebi and Yu...Yu Shou are all here."

"Oh," Xia Liang glanced at it, without changing his face, took out a can from the paper bag and opened it with a "click", "Really."

This person may be a bit face blind.

Liu Xiaoman thought to himself.

Open a can of cat food.

A small intersection with few people.

and so on.

Combining these three pieces of information together, Liu Xiaoman felt that as long as he was not a fool, he should be able to guess what Xia Liang wanted him to see.

At the same time, Xia Liang felt more and more unreasonable, and forced him to walk together early in the morning just to let him see a cat.

If he has enough time, he can just watch it. He likes kittens and puppies, but when is it now, compared with cats, he really wants to see Shangliang Mountain.

"Why don't we go there first, there are more and more people." He was a little anxious.

Xia Liang leaned against the wall, biting a cigarette and pressed his cell phone. He didn't light it up. Liu Xiaoman didn't finish his sentence. He took down the cigarette and "shh", squatted down and shouted softly at the corner: "Little pot."

Liu Xiaoman immediately shut his mouth, he was hooked even if he wasn't curious, subconsciously squatted down, hooked his head to see what kind of big Luo Jin fairy cat it was.

There was a soft "mi" sound from behind the wall, and a fluffy cat's head poked out.

The pan was unremarkable.

Liu Xiaoman slandered.

However, in the next second, Xia Liang pushed the canned cat food forward, Xiaoguo limped and ran over, and he couldn't swear a word. He forgot to blink and stared straight at the cat. small pot.

Xia Liangqu scratched Xiaoguo's head with his index finger, held it up for Liu Xiaoman to see, and said with a smile, "Are you kind?"

Xiao Guo had never seen this stranger in front of him, reluctantly drooped his ears and shrunk his hands and feet, trying to turn around and lie on Xia Liang's shoulder.

But it can't turn around, and every movement of it is quite inflexible, clumsy and careful.

Because it only has...

Liu Xiaoman counted again, raised his eyelids in surprise and looked at Xia Liang.

He opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say for a moment.

This is a real "three-legged" cat.