Xiaoman

Staring at Xiao Guo for a long time, it was indeed a cat with only three legs. Liu Xiaoman pointed to the part of its right forelimb and asked Xia Liang: "This is..."

"Disability." Xia Liang said.

He put the little pot down and let it eat the canned food. The little pot staggered a few times before standing still, and rubbed its nose against his hand.

"Born?" Liu Xiaoman asked.

"I am amputated, my left foot is broken and I can't put it back together." Xia Liang said.

"Ah." Liu Xiaoman responded.

Xiaoguo started to eat canned food, Xia Liang flicked his pants and stood up, stuffed the paper bag into his schoolbag and went out: "Let's go, I'm really late."

Liu Xiaoman stood up, looked at Xiaoguo again, wanted to touch it, but didn't dare to reach out.

It's too small, and it feels like it will tip over when poked.

"How old is it?" He followed Xia Liang and asked.

"A few months," Xia Liang recalled, "less than a year old."

"Did you raise one?" Liu Xiaoman asked.

"No." Xia Liang said, "He is a self-reliant little wild cat."

"Then you come to deliver food to it every day?" Liu Xiaoman asked.

"When you think about it, come over and feed it, it will find something to eat by itself," Xia Liang said.

Liu Xiaoman couldn't hold back and said, "Why don't you just take it home?"

Xia Liang glanced at him and raised his eyebrows: "Do you want to adopt?"

Liu Xiaoman thought about it, but said nothing.

It is enough to have him with a disability in the family, and if another one is brought back, grandpa will not be able to survive.

He thought about Xiaoguo's wobbly appearance all the way, and when he was about to reach the playground, he couldn't hold back and asked Xia Liang: "But why is it called Xiaoguo?"

"There's no reason for the name, I call it when I think of it." Xia Liang said casually, "Aren't you also called Xiaoman?"

"I was born because of Xiaoman." Liu Xiaoman explained to him.

"... Oh." Xia Liang glanced at him with a smile, and was so serious that he didn't know what to say.

When they arrived at the playground, they were late without any accident.

Shang Liangshan stood beside the track with his hands behind his back and a straight face. The other students had already lined up on the track. Yu Shou yelled "one two one" and led the race beside the team.

Liu Xiaoman's scalp became tense, and he followed Xia Liang to stand in front of Shangliang Mountain.

"What time is it?" Shang Liangshan asked while looking at the team.

Liu Xiaoman glanced at the big clock in the teaching building, it was 43:[-].

"I let you come first, and you come last." Shang Liangshan began to scold Xia Liang, "What do you mean by me?"

Xia Liang smiled: "I really want to hear it?"

"Stop being silly." Shang Liangshan glared at him.

Xia Liang sighed: "Don't torment me, isn't there a personal committee, let him call your name, I will definitely come every day."

The corner of Shang Liangshan's mouth was pulled down like a piece of paper, he hummed from his nose, and started to ask Liu Xiaoman: "What's the matter with you?"

I was held back by the enemy and refused to let go.

Liu Xiaoman answered in his heart, and answered honestly: "I forgot to copy the disability certificate yesterday, and I was too late looking for a copy shop in the morning."

"You can go at noon, I didn't ask you to give it to me early in the morning." Shang Liangshan said.

Liu Xiaoman nodded: "Thank you teacher."

Shang Liangshan didn't say anything else, he raised his chin and pointed to the running track: "You all run behind the class, and go back to the classroom directly after running."

It was already a shame, but this time it was a shame.

Liu Xiaoman turned his head to see Xia Liang's reaction, but Xia Liang didn't respond, he took off his schoolbag and threw it on the side of the track before getting on the track.

"You wait." Shang Liangshan called him.

Then he said to Liu Xiaoman: "You can run as much as you want, stop when you feel tired, don't hold on, you know?"

"Yes." Liu Xiaoman put the schoolbag next to Xia Liang's.

"You two run side by side, take him with you, don't drag me one after the other." Shang Liangshan said to Xia Liang again.

The team from their class happened to run over, Liu Xiaoman stepped back a little to make way for them.

After the team passed by, Xia Liang rolled up his sleeves on the track and whistled to him: "Come here."

Liu Xiaoman ran in a small circle in front of him uncomfortably, always feeling that everyone else on the playground was watching him.

"Why are you so stiff?" Xia Liang asked him.

"Huh?" Liu Xiaoman turned to look at him, "Is there?"

"No?" Xia Liang slowed down two steps, "It's like breathing heavily."

He flicked Liu Xiaoman's dangling empty sleeve: "It's obviously less burden than me."

Liu Xiaoman stopped to look at him. Logically speaking, he should not be happy to hear this, but thinking about it, it made him want to laugh for no reason.

And after he stopped, he realized that he was panting heavily, breathing frequently, and his chest was sinking heavily.

"Take a deep breath." Xia Liang rubbed his nose and snapped his fingers, "If you can't, go down and lie down here later."

"You don't need to carry it on your back." Liu Xiaoman adjusted his breathing, bypassed Xia Liang and continued to run, "I can run."

"Xiaoguo is faster than you." Xia Liang followed him leisurely.

Liu Xiaoman gave a soft "tss".

In the second half lap, he really felt more at ease.

Every time he felt a little unstable, he thought that Xia Liang's words had obviously reduced his burden.

The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to laugh, and he actually formed a wonderful psychological suggestion. When the team stopped and disbanded, he felt that he was more relaxed than everyone else, and he could run another lap.

He also does have an easier time than everyone else.

Li Meng ran down a full half lap, not too tired, but with a sore throat from panting, pulled his collar to get his schoolbag on the lawn, and when he came to Liu Xiaoman, he complained to him: "Fuck, I'm so thirsty, what are you doing?" Is there any water?"

Liu Xiaoman shook his head.

"Dynasty! I'm Brother Chao!" He turned to call his deskmate: "Did you bring water?"

Chao Chao was holding a bottle of pulse pulse in his hand and was drinking "ton ton".

Li Meng took two mouthfuls and swallowed them. He shook his head with a "ha" and said, "It's cool!"

Thinking of Liu Xiaoman after swallowing, he tried his best to shake out a little bottle bottom and handed it to him: "Either?"

Liu Xiaoman looked at the mouth of the bottle dripping with saliva, and quickly shook his head.

"It's for you." Li Meng pushed him a bit, and then filled the bottom of the bottle with his neck raised.

He and Wang Chao were going to the cafeteria to buy food, and asked Liu Xiaoman if he would go, and Liu Xiaoman said that he had eaten.

Li Meng let out a "hey" and looked around with his head hooked: "Where are you in the same position?"

Liu Xiaoman saw that his schoolbag was gone by the side of the runway, and said, "I don't know, let's go."

"He is too fast, and I want to ask him if he will go to the cafeteria together." Li Meng smacked his lips, then turned to ask Liu Xiaoman, "But why did you two go together so late?"

Liu Xiaoman didn't have time to open his mouth, Wang Chao answered first: "I don't want to eat with you, he's with the third year group."

"That's right." Li Meng nodded, then suddenly turned to face them, imitating Shang Liangshan's expression while walking backwards and said, "This Xia Liang just doesn't have any sense of collective honor. Let me emphasize again, my class must There is a sense of collective-body-honor-honor-!"

Wang Chao laughed and cursed, "Damn!", jumped up and hammered Li Meng's head under his armpit: "It's disgusting!"

"Fuck! My head! Head head! Hairstyle!" Li Meng shouted while protecting his head.

"What?" Wang Chao suddenly laughed madly, and asked loudly, "What the fuck are you? Say it again, I didn't hear clearly?"

Li Meng immediately started to fight back, and the two quarreled more and more dirty, Liu Xiaoman laughed by the side for a long time, and told them that he left first.

There was a little morning breeze on the way back to the classroom, and it was very comfortable to sweep over my face.

He suddenly felt that it was reasonable for some people to like to exercise. After exercising, he felt relaxed all over his body and breathed freely.

Back in the classroom, Xia Liang unexpectedly didn't skip class, and was eating burritos with earphones on his seat.

Liu Xiaoman also took out his two tea eggs, knocked them on the corner of the table and began to shell them.

Xia Liang's burrito was lifted to his mouth and he couldn't eat it anymore, and looked at him with complicated eyes.

Liu Xiaoman hesitated, and reluctantly handed over the freshly peeled egg.

Unfortunately, this is still the bigger one, and it is not as good as leaving it to the small pot.

Xia Hao rolled his eyes at him with a smile: "Eat yours."

Liu Xiaoman ate the tea eggs and asked Xia Liang, "Is the little pot always in the alley?"

"It'll be there when I go." Xia Liang said while watching the video.

Liu Xiaoman let out an "oh" and stopped talking.

Xia Liang glanced at him and asked, "Want to feed it?"

"Can I feed you?" Liu Xiaoman said, feeling a bit embarrassed as if he was going to feed someone else's child.

"Tea eggs?" Xia Liang said.

"..." Liu Xiaoman had a mouthful of egg stuck in his throat, and he didn't want to talk anymore.

After the two eggs were finished, he said again: "Is the ham sausage okay?"

Xia Liang stared at him for two seconds, and somehow wanted to laugh, turned his head to watch the video, and said, "Whatever you like, you can feed it."

Although he did not skip class, Xia Liang did not attend class well.

After breakfast, he put on his hat and fell asleep on his stomach. He fell asleep for two and a half classes at a stretch, and didn't wake up until the third class.

I didn't wake up naturally, but was called out by the political teacher.

The political teacher in their class was Guo Dasheng. Liu Xiaoman had heard about him when he was still in the original class. There were two reasons for hearing about him.

He always thought that Guo Dasang was bald, although he didn't know why he made such a prior assumption, but when he saw the real person, he found out that he was not. He was a young man in his early thirties, dark and simple-looking.

"I heard that a repeater has been transferred to our class." Guo Dasheng said as soon as he entered the classroom, "Which one, come, let me see if you recognize him."

The throat is not as big as expected.

Liu Xiaoman kicked Xia Liang's stool leg, but there was no response.

Li Meng also turned around and called him in a low voice: "Xia Liang!" There was no response, and Liu Xiaoman remembered that Xia Liang seemed to be sleeping with his earphones plugged in.

Guo said "Oh" in a big voice, walked over from the podium, and said repeatedly: "Don't shout, don't shout, I'll come."

Walking to their seats, he first looked at Liu Xiaoman, noticed one of his empty sleeves, and said, "Your name is Liu Xiaoman, right?"

"Yes." Liu Xiaoman said.

After speaking, he kicked Xia Liang's stool leg again.

Guo's big voice didn't give him a chance to help his classmates. Xia Liang was sleeping with his face down. He walked around behind Xia Liang, bent down and said suddenly to the back of Xia Liang's head: "Don't sleep, wake up!" It's—!"

Liu Xiaoman's ears trembled, as if someone had knocked on a gong.

Guo's big voice continued to shout: "Dear——!"