Xiaoman

"Xiao Manzi! Look who's back!" Before Liu Xiaoman could recover, Li Meng jumped up and slapped him vigorously, his teeth bared with joy, "The good brother you miss so much!"

Xia Liang's eyebrows moved slightly, and he glanced at Li Meng.

Li Meng's voice was too loud, and most of the people in the class had no social interaction with Xia Liang. Except for Yu Shou who came over to say hello, everyone else should talk and go in and out to buy things and go to the bathroom, but they all didn't know what to do. Turning to look at them.

Liu Xiaoman felt as if his ass was scorched by fire, and hurried to his seat, pretending to pack his things, and covered the draft book again.

The matter of walking two steps and raising one's hand, a few very simple movements, his palms were sweating, and his arms and legs were so stiff that he didn't know where to break off a prosthetic limb to control it.

Xia Liang's one hand rested loosely on the draft book, and his five fingers were very beautiful. The two sentences above that were about to be unhappy must have been read.Liu Xiaoman didn't know what he was thinking at all, subconsciously waited for a while when covering the paper that was crumpled at some point in his hand, and when Xia Liang took his hand away, he almost opened his mouth to thank him.

However, his heart jumped to the mouth of his throat, preventing him from opening his mouth smoothly.

"I'm sorry." There was a row of books on the table, Wang Chao and the others probably didn't read the contents of the draft book, they were leaning against the wall and laughing, "I had auditory hallucinations in the last class and asked me if Xia Liang came back. Come back, you have opened your mouth."

"People at the same table have a good relationship and have a sixth sense. You should be like you." Li Meng would be excited whenever there was any new thing that could divert the class. Pedal Dynasty chair.

After finishing speaking, he excitedly patted Xia Liang on the arm twice: "You don't even know the fuck Xia Liang. One night last week, I was caught by Shang Liangshan and stood in a class. The dog forced Wang Chao to wait until the class was over before turning his head away. How about Li Meng?"

Xia Liang smiled, and threw his schoolbag on his original stool: "Brother Chao's mouth is polished."

"Brother Liang is too polite." Wang Chao hurriedly took his thick stack of books away from Xia Liang's desk, "This is mine."

Li Meng laughed a few times before reacting, and cursed "Damn": "Is this a compliment for stepping on me?"

He patted Liu Xiaoman's table: "You are at the same table to help Wang Chao, whether our relationship is deep or not, Liu Xiaoman, you can figure it out!"

"Huh?" Liu Xiaoman was taken aback by his photograph.

They talked and laughed for a long time just now, but Liu Xiaoman still hasn't come back to it.He has been staring at Xia Liang in a daze, full of unreality in his heart.

Xia Liang is back.

I don't know why I came back, but I came back suddenly.

Right next to him now.

This was so unreal, he wondered if he fell asleep while doing the history paper, and now he was still in the dream and no one woke him up.

But Xia Liang's unique breath and feeling really lingered on him, a little strange in the familiar, quickly filling him from his brain to his chest, making every nerve and sense of him sore and swollen.

Li Meng asked him to talk, but he didn't dare to tell Xia Liang, and he didn't know what to say.

Li Mengchao and the others in the front seat could greet Xia Liang naturally, and it took less than 10 minutes for Liu Xiaoman to go back and forth to the office. With a few words, they could break the unfamiliarity that they hadn't seen for a year, and joked as old classmates.

But the relationship between him and Xia Liang was no longer purely at the same table, and what separated them was not only the distance between the two schools.

The four-and-a-half-sentence conversation at the entrance of the convenience store last time was as clear as yesterday, Liu Xiaoman still feels palpitations when he recalls it, making it difficult for him to pretend to say hello with a smile.

In response, Xia Liang should just come back to go through some formalities, so he can just stay with Xia Liang for a while.

As a result, he was still in a somewhat sad self-indulgence, and Xia Liang actually started to clean up the table!

Liu Xiaoman forgot about the sadness, the convenience store, the worry-free grocery store, and was replaced by surprise and a touch of joy. His heartbeat, which he was trying to calm down just now, changed its frequency, and he started bouncing again tentatively.

"Your?" Xia Liang picked up a stack of photocopied classical Chinese essays and outlines of ancient poems, and looked at Liu Xiaoman.

"It's all mine." Liu Xiaoman quickly took it and stuffed it into the table bucket, and began to tidy up Xia Liang's table.

Now the teachers of various subjects hand out countless textbooks and papers every day, some of which are needed when they are picked up, and some that are not very useful, he puts them on Xia Liang's desktop and the desk bucket respectively.

Xia Liang sat down on the stool and slowly packed it together with him.

Before Xia Liang was standing, Liu Xiaoman's gaze was fixed on his stomach and chest.It was different when he sat down, he was packing his things and leaned towards Xia Liang's table, and Xia Liang's face could be seen directly from the corner of his profile.

Although Xia Liang didn't look at him at all, he couldn't prevent the distance and temperature from getting so close all of a sudden, which made him a little nervous.

There were a lot of things, and Liu Xiaoman was flustered. After collecting them for a long time, he didn't see any results. He just moved them from Xia Liang's desk to his desk, making a mess of their desks.

"You..." He wanted to ask Xia Liang if he was coming back to class or what it meant, but he just uttered a voice with courage when Li Meng turned around and interrupted him.

"Hey Xia Liang, did you really come back like this?" Li Meng and the others asked Xia Liang why he came back as soon as he entered the classroom. Just now, they were just talking passionately, but now that they think about it, they don't think it's true.

"Ah." Xia Liang was roughly flipping through the papers while collecting them, and answered Li Meng's words.

Liu Xiaoman's hand that was stuffing the paper into the table bucket was so hard that he felt as if he had poked a hole in the paper.

"Getting better?" Dynasty also turned around.

"The student status has not been transferred here, and the Fourteenth Middle School is borrowed." Xia Liang said.

"It's a bit of a loss." Wang Chao and Li Meng pondered together.

If it is calculated in terms of teachers, teaching quality, and learning atmosphere, it will definitely be a loss to return to their school from No. [-] Middle School.

Fortunately, it's not even a star.

It has been more than a year since Xia Liang transferred to No. [-] Middle School. If he was in their school, even if he was willing to take the initiative to study and solve problems, the improvement and progress he got may not be half of that of No. [-] No. [-] Middle School.

The point is, after all, the point.

Of course, it is also indispensible for his mother to go home and move a famous teacher for him like a wholesaler.

However, the disparity in the quality of teaching between the two schools, compared with the abandonment of the college entrance examination, cannot be said to be a loss or a loss.

When Xia Liang asked his mother to transfer back, his mother almost fought with him after a long absence.

Xia Liang put the same score in front of her: "Let me transfer back, I promise that the college entrance examination will not be lower than this."

Although he had this plan years ago, he still found it funny when he said it. Everyone had to go through the college entrance examination, which was not unusual at all. In their house, he just tossed it and turned it into an awesome scene of betting chips in the casino.

"You promise a fart!" Mom blurted out and scolded him. She has been very busy recently, maybe because she saw that Xia Liang was completely obedient, she put most of her focus back on the company, and she was pressing hard at the moment. Angrily reasoned with him, "Xia Liang, you are not too young, I don't need to tell you the truth, my time is much more precious than yours, there is a lot of trouble behind my butt every day, don't mess with me in the last few months! "

"Okay." Xia Liang nodded indifferently, "Then don't delay, we both don't delay."

He turned around and was about to leave, but his mother stood up from the sofa in anger and called him, "Stand for me!"

"What do you mean?" She came over and slapped Xia Liang's arm fiercely, "I won't let you go back, you haven't taken the college entrance examination yet? Do you think I spent so much money to transfer you to another school and hire someone else?" Are you kidding me?"

"Do you think I'm willing to sit down and study because you transferred another school and hired someone?" Xia Liang stared at her and asked back directly.

Xia Liang's expression was still the same as before, without ups and downs, but his mother's face became tense for a moment.

"Xia Liang." The muscles at the corners of her mouth trembled slightly. Even though she was holding on, Xia Liang could still see the broken look in her eyes.

The last time I saw a similar expression on her face was the time when he was drawn blood all over his neck. My mother suddenly said with red eyes that Xia Guangzhi went to the company to ask her for something again.

"Why, you have to fight against me since you were young? You all..." The mother's voice was hoarse, she turned around suddenly, took a deep breath, and walked back and forth in the living room for two times. stride.

Xia Liang really wanted to know who should ask this question?

He used to want to know why he was given such a messy home, but later he didn't bother to know. He went to his grandfather's house and met Liu Xiaoman who made him feel at ease. With one knife, he was tied back to this ruined house full of neuroticism and sporadic violence.

Who is forcing him to "go against" his own mother?

The expansion of anxiety and violent emotions is really depressing and scary, and it can easily affect people.

When his mother kicked away the small leather pier next to the coffee table, Xia Liang almost couldn't help shouting out the rhetorical question.

But he found that his mother just kicked the stool away, and didn't rush towards him as usual. The fingers pinched on her waist sank deeply through the clothes, her fingertips were white, and they were so tight that they trembled.

Xia Liang didn't know whether she was exhausted and disappointed by the "confrontation" between him and Xia Guangzhi from the bottom of her heart, or if she was suppressing the urge to do it herself.

But there is no doubt that she is showing signs of backing down.

His ridiculously thin "chips" supported by scores and college entrance examinations actually played a role.

Maybe before the college entrance examination, my mother, like most normal parents, is willing to make a little compromise.

"You can continue to find famous teachers," Xia Liang softened his tone, "I don't want to waste your money."

"Oh, there is nothing wrong with us." Li Meng waved his hand indifferently because he didn't study and couldn't figure out what to do. "I, Fanshen, didn't go to No. [-] Middle School, and I hung up my name for half a year. Liu Xiaoman No better than anyone else."

Having said that, Wang Chao still felt a little pity, and asked Xia Liang again: "But why did you come back after turning around?"

If Liu Xiaoman had long antennas on his ears, they would be able to stretch a meter long by now.

"Reassuring." Xia Liang replied flatly, still flipping through the papers in his hand.

"What the hell?" Li Meng was stunned again, "Who is down-to-earth, are you down-to-earth? Is the food in our cafeteria delicious?"

"I am down-to-earth, and someone is also down-to-earth." Xia Liang smiled, rolled up the paper casually, and knocked on the edge of the table.

"Who? Your grandfather?" Li Meng was still asking, "Why do I still not understand what you said when you came back from Fourteenth Middle School..."

Liu Xiaoman clearly told himself not to be narcissistic, don't think too much, Xia Liang's strike still seemed to be knocking on his heart, and it circulated on its own, endlessly knocking.

Knocking until the end of the big break, the third class started to make papers again, he suddenly remembered something, took a pen from his desk bucket and put it on Xia Liang's desk.

Xia Liang glanced at him.

Liu Xiaoman took out another one for him.

"I have." Xia Liang interrupted him to take it out.

Liu Xiaoman said "ah", he just wanted to get something for Xia Liang, after all, today is his birthday.

After thinking for a long time, he opened his schoolbag, and passed the uneaten breakfast he brought in the morning to Xia Liang under the table.

While handing it over, he himself thought it was shabby, and he was also afraid that Xia Liang would not want it.

But he still owes Xia Liang a hundred breakfasts, and he pays back one every day. This kind of...interaction and contact is always justified.