Xiaoman

When he came out of the examination room, the soles of Liu Xiaoman's feet wanted to float away.

It was different from the atmosphere when entering the examination room in the morning. As soon as the first exam was over, the candidates who came out of each examination room quickly found someone they knew. Everyone was less solemn and started chatting on twitter.

From when he went downstairs to Xia Liang's examination room, there were piles of people passing by, two or three, all discussing the difficulty of the paper, and the main topic was all on the composition.

"What the hell is composition, do you want to be so obsessed every year? I'm abolished." Passerby A said.

"How did you write your composition? I feel like I've strayed off topic." Passerby B said.

"I don't even know what I'm writing. The key point is that diamonds have something to do with acting in sketches? Fuck!" Passer-by Bing looked irritable.

"The science and technology I wrote is the primary productive force." Passerby's voice was a little guilty.

"Ah?" Passers-by A, B and C glared over at the same time.

……

Liu Xiaoman floated all the way and listened all the way, but he couldn't float when he listened.

He thought it was... okay?

Not that difficult?

It's easy to understand?

Just when he was a little confused, an elder brother next to him who looked like he had repeated the study for at least three years, with a beard covering half of his face, walked over on the phone and yelled, "The one who wrote the composition is dead! Do it!"

Liu Xiaoman was dumbfounded.

Xia Liang came down from upstairs, and when he saw Liu Xiaoman, he smiled and whistled.

Liu Xiaoman hurried over, wanting to ask you how you did in the exam, but suddenly found that there were people beside him, who were also analyzing the composition this time.

"Li Meng 2.0." Xia Liang said.

"So I think it's just these three levels, but the central intention should still be to talk about methodology... Hey, hello, Xia Liang's former classmate?" Li Meng 2.0 really lived up to the name, and his words were flying.

Liu Xiaoman smiled at him.

Li Meng 2.0 was stunned when he saw Liu Xiaoman's arm, and didn't make any other expressions, but reacted and stared at Xia Liang: "What 2.0, I don't deserve to have a name?"

"How is it?" Xia Liang looked at Liu Xiaoman.

"It's okay." Liu Xiaoman nodded, his understanding of this composition was similar to that of Li Meng 2.0.

"Or you don't know my name at all?" Li Meng 2.0 was still asking, with a sad and indignant expression, "Isn't it you!"

Xia Liang glanced at him before he could speak, Li Meng 2.0 quickly changed the subject again: "Yes, you can go tomorrow night too!"

"Where?" Xia Liang took Liu Xiaoman to the school gate. The examination room hadn't opened yet, and people were waiting inside the gate just like before they came in in the morning.

"Dinner, graduation dinner." Li Meng 2.0 followed them.

Liu Xiaoman glanced at him, then at Xia Liang.

A small leaf fell from the big tree above to Liu Xiaoman's head, Xia Liang brushed it off like a puppy, and said, "No."

"Don't!" Li Meng 2.0 shouted, "Just be yourself, Xia Liang? How can we say that we have been classmates for more than a year, and the monitor will call you back and refuse to agree, you..."

"Either you change the date?" Xia Liang sighed.

"Ah." Li Meng 2.0 understood, "You used to have to get together in class, right? Then I will call you at the teacher appreciation banquet later? You have to go to this!"

"Yeah." Xia Liang nodded, "Set a date and tell us in advance."

As soon as the gate of the examination room opened, Li Meng 2.0 waved his hands twice and ran out quickly.

Liu Xiaoman and Xia Liang walked out unhurriedly, surrounded by noisy discussions, and most people still felt that the composition topic was unreasonable.

"I was quite sure when I wrote it," Liu Xiaoman said to Xia Liang while listening with pricked ears, "but I just came out and walked to you, and I almost lost my hearing."

"I think it's okay too." Xia Liang smiled.

Those who can chat in Chinese are essays, and I am not interested in answering other answers after speaking. Anyway, the papers have been handed in, and it is enough to know that each other is in good condition.

After leaving the door, Aunt Mei was already waiting under the tree in the morning, and when she saw them, she asked with a cautious expression in anticipation: "How is it?"

Seeing Liu Xiaoman and Xia Liang laughing, she immediately followed suit and patted her chest: "Oh my God, hurry home and eat, this is just the first scene, it's too tough."

Xia Liang didn't go to Liu Xiaoman's house for lunch. Grandpa called after the phone was turned on. He had already set lunch, and he would start eating when he got home.

"Did you put salt? I won't go back and suffer if I don't." Xia Liang said with a smile.

"Your mother made a reservation with the hotel a few days ago, so stop talking nonsense." Grandpa also laughed.

After the intersection separated, we made an appointment to see you again at some time in the afternoon, and the two went home for dinner.

"I cook a table of dishes! Come to eat at home?" Aunt Mei greeted Xia Liang warmly.

"There will be a chance in the future, aunt." Xia Liang said.

Liu Xiaoman looked back at his "aunt" and squinted his eyes when he met Xia Liang's eyes, enjoying this little ambiguity in public.

When I got home, the food had already been set up on the table, and Cancan lay on the stool and chatted by the table, seeing them finally come back, immediately shouted: "I'm almost starving!"

"Eat and eat," Aunt Mei asked Liu Xiaoman to wash her hands quickly, and lifted Cancan up from the stool, "Let your little brother sit here."

Liu Xiaoman washed his hands and came out and called "Master". Grandpa smiled after seeing his face, and didn't ask anything.

Instead, Liu Yong called and said that he saw an expert analysis on the Internet. This year's composition was difficult. He read the content of the analysis to Liu Xiaoman and asked him if he didn't digress?

"You're so annoying! Xiaoman is very good, don't talk about it until you come back for dinner!" Aunt Mei yelled directly into the phone.

"Okay, okay," Liu Yong was not angry, his temper is getting better and better now, and he said with a smile, "It's okay, let's eat."

Liu Xiaoman hung up the phone with a smile, now he can be sure that he and Xia Liang are not off topic, and he is in a very good mood.

That's a good sign and a good start.

Mathematics in the afternoon is Xia Liang's strong point, and Liu Xiaoman has confidence in him.He himself thinks it's okay, and the difficulty of the questions is similar to that of the second model.

He was not sure about two questions. After checking the whole paper, he carefully calculated it twice, changed one question, and left the remaining multiple-choice question unchanged.

The exam was over, and when Liu Xiaoman came out of the exam room, he felt like he was halfway through the marathon.

The most stressful subjects have passed, and the rest of the essays and English are not under any pressure. His mentality has been completely stabilized. Now he just feels panicked and wants to finish the exam quickly and relax completely.

When he got home at night, Liu Xiaoman calmed down again, took out the twelve compulsory books on politics, history and geology, and went through them one by one.

He didn't look at the notes, but just organized his memory against the table of contents - every knowledge point of every unit, every chapter, every subsection, every three or four sentence titles opened up the frame in his mind like a tree fork, filled in the content, Crazy growth.

These are the contents that he spent three years in high school, staying up late every day and waking up early to recite, without daring to waste a day; it is the only thing he is sure that his dedication will definitely pay off.

It has long been deeply engraved in my mind.

This kind of "open" state with a clear context was maintained in Liu Xiaoman's mind until the end of the second day's literature review.

After getting the test paper, he quickly browsed the big questions, and the knowledge rack in his mind quickly flipped over each question with his eyes, jumping out of the corresponding answer points.

After preliminarily confirming that there were no big questions that made him confused at first glance, Liu Xiaoman opened his palms.

The "mentality" that Guo Dasheng repeatedly emphasized is really a very important thing.

Wen Zong's answer is to write long and long paragraphs, which is long and cannot be stopped. A good attitude makes him feel that writing is particularly "smooth".

This set of comprehensive essays is probably the most emotional one Liu Xiaoman has done since he started his third round of junior high school. There is no stuck, no confusion, no hard thinking and rote, only thinking.

Rapid thinking.

The moment he put down the pen, his brain was still slightly excited.

Stable.

Liu Xiaoman exhaled quietly.

By the end of the afternoon, the atmosphere in the examination room began to relax significantly.

Regardless of whether the test was successful or not, from the moment the gate of the examination room opened, every candidate who walked in had a few large characters on their foreheads: Liberation immediately.

After Liu Xiaoman finally checked the barcode of his name and admission number, someone in the examination room had already gone up to hand in the papers, and he could hear a little noise from the campus of No. [-] Middle School.

He glanced at the time and sat quietly, waiting for the bell to ring.

"The exam is over, stop answering questions." The invigilator announced loudly as the bell rang.

Liu Xiaoman watched the invigilator reach out to take away his answer sheet, and the moment he packed up his things and stood up and walked outside, he somehow felt a little unreal.

It seems that there is no such sudden relaxation in the legend, it is quite calm, and there is a little trance in the calm.

That's it.

his high school.

But this kind of trance came downstairs, seeing the loose and lively hustle and bustle all over the campus, and Xia Liangshi who was waiting for him at the entrance of the corridor, he was instantly pulled back to reality.

Not only did it come back, but it also brought out a little excitement.

"Xia Liang!" Liu Xiaoman ran towards him, almost bouncing off his last step.

The unexplainable tooth itching before the exam yesterday came up again, and he really wanted to raise his hand to hug Xia Liang vigorously, or rub it hard twice.

Yes, the college entrance examination is over, he and Xia Liang are not over yet.

Not only is it not over, but it has to start all over again.

"In such a good mood." Xia Liang smiled when he saw him coming, "Let's go."

"Ah?" Liu Xiaoman was thinking about starting again, but he didn't recover all of a sudden, "Where are you going?"

"Dinner." Xia Liang said.

"Oh, yes." Liu Xiaoman nodded, and looked at Xia Liang again. Xia Liang checked the location with his mobile phone, and began to tell him where to eat.

Aunt Mei took away their admission tickets. Before she left, she asked Liu Xiaoman what time they had eaten. Liu Xiaoman had no experience in this field, so he poked Xia Liang: "What time is it?"

"It's hard to say, I still have to sing after eating. Last year, Luo Hao and the others had a quarrel." Xia Liang said that the phone rang again, and made a gesture to indicate that he should answer the phone.

"Then go and play, have fun," Aunt Mei stuffed the admission ticket into her bag, looked at him and then glanced at Xia Liang, smiled, and whispered: "You just stay with Xia Liang, Don't be too crazy, don't go to messy places, take a taxi home when you're bored."

After she finished speaking, she hurriedly took out some more money for Liu Xiaoman to put it on. Liu Xiaoman pushed it and said that she had it. Aunt Mei said "tsk" and stuffed it into his pocket: "Pack it up, don't drop it."

"Okay." Liu Xiaoman smiled.

The road has been unblocked, and Xia Liang called the car to come over after being stuck in a traffic jam for a while, moving slowly on the road, there are people and cars everywhere.

Liu Xiaoman sat next to Xia Liang, and listened to Xia Liang answering Luo Hao, Guo Wei and the others' phone calls for a long time, but didn't remember what they heard, and was still thinking about how to start over.

Before the college entrance examination, he made small talk very chicly, and asked Xia Liang to wait for him.

Now that the exam is over, I don't know how to open my mouth.

Xia Liang didn't mean to mention this.

Liu Xiaoman blinked and looked at Xia Liang again, a little nervous, his heart beat when his arm touched Xia Liang.

"Okay, let's talk about it later." Xia Liang was so impatient to answer the phone himself, he said "um" a few times indiscriminately, and turned the phone back to silent.

"Luo Hao also asked how you did in the exam." He turned his face and said to Liu Xiaoman.

Liu Xiaoman was looking at him, when Xia Liang turned around suddenly, Liu Xiaoman's breathing stopped.

"... Oh." He smiled, glanced at Xia Liang's lips indiscriminately, and remembered the sentence yesterday that he couldn't find the north, and the back of his neck was numb.

Xia Liang raised his eyebrows lightly, and smiled a little at the corner of his mouth, but he still didn't say anything, and turned his face to look out the window.

The driver turned a corner, and the elbows of the two rubbed together again, Liu Xiaoman was scratching his heart.

He looked at Xia Liang's hand on his lap, flicked his little finger, and gritted his teeth to hold it.

At the same time when his wrist was raised, he suddenly turned his face and looked out of the window, feeling his heart jumping to his face, feeling his face jumping, red and hot.

He suddenly admired Xia Liang who used to mess with him when he had nothing to do. He even admired himself who suddenly got hot-headed on the day of the exam. Where did he have the courage and shame?

Xia Liang seemed to laugh, Liu Xiaoman stretched his body and swallowed his throat.

Then, he felt Xia Liang put his hand in the palm of his hand and pinched his fingers.

This kind of thing is afraid that one party will start and the other party will not respond.

After the opening, the other party reacted again, Liu Xiaoman's courage came alive, his fingers were pinched itchy, he was still a little distracted, and he slapped Xia Liang's arm meaningfully.

"Brother Liang." He also squeezed Xia Liang's hand.

"Yeah." Xia Liang turned to look at him.

Liu Xiaoman cleared his throat embarrassingly: "I..."

Just when he was about to start, the driver pulled over and braked quickly, and pressed twice on his phone: "Here we are."

"Your destination has arrived. Please bring your belongings. Welcome to the next ride..." Liu Xiaoman withdrew his hand and closed his mouth guiltily in the background sound of the phone, and got out of the car with a blushing face.

Then he stood on the side of the road and sighed at the barbecue street in front of him.

This is not a place where people can kiss on the mouth!