Xiaoman

Dinner is eaten in a canteen, casserole lamb.

There are two canteens in their school. The bigger one is the second canteen, which has two floors and many people go there. The Fat Sisters Supermarket is there.

The first cafeteria is smaller. It used to be a faculty cafeteria. Later, when there were more students, it was developed again. It can only share one-third of the flow of the second cafeteria.

First, there is a water room between the main building and the main building, far away.

Second, students who are afraid of teachers still account for the majority.

Although the first canteen is much more conscientious than the second canteen, regardless of the environment or the food.

Liu Xiaoman and Fan Yiyang have been to the cafeteria a few times, but not a few times. They both think it's a waste of time.

Li Meng went there once, when he was just in the first year of high school, and then his mother rented a house directly in front of the school to take care of him; Wang Chao had never been there, he and his former classmates loved the braised pork rice in the second canteen With sesame seed sandwich meat.

Except for Li Meng, the other three people are not interested in this passive meal, and just want to make a quick decision.

As a result, as soon as the bell rang for the end of the fourth period, Li Meng turned around and rubbed his hands and announced, "Let's go to the cafeteria and eat lamb casserole! I've been thinking about the whole semester."

"Whatever." Xia Liang said the same thing.

Going to eat with these three gave him a weird feeling of bringing a child, and going to a cafeteria would be a little cleaner.

However, there are not many people in the cafeteria at this time.

The meals are cooked after ordering, and then called out to pick them up. Xia Liang went to the window to queue up and asked Li Meng to find a place. Li Meng explained to him at least three times that the casserole mutton——

"I want lamb casserole!"

"Lamb casserole, don't forget!"

"Don't forget my lamb casserole!"

Even the aunt in the window was tired of hearing it, and yelled directly to the kitchen: "Lamb casserole!"

"Four copies." Xia Liang said immediately.

After speaking, he paid for the number and was freed from the queue.

Liu Xiaoman opened his mouth: "I..."

He doesn't want to eat mutton casserole. A serving costs 20 yuan, which can cover his daily meal expenses.

"You line up by yourself." Xia Liang pointed to the end of the line.

Liu Xiaoman closed his mouth.

Li Meng took a seat for four by the window, had already taken the tableware, and waved his arms to let them pass.

Wang Chao sat down next to him, Liu Xiaoman sat in and leaned against the window, Xia Liang took a look, as if he wanted to say something, but finally he didn't open his mouth, and sat down on Liu Xiaoman's right.

This person doesn't want to pick a seat for a meal.

Liu Xiaoman thought of Xia Liang's schoolbag that dropped from the sky yesterday and the phrase "come out", and glanced at him, his buttocks were as hard as iron, and planned to stick to the bench and sit by the window to eat his expensive casserole.

As a result, within a few minutes, his thoughts were shattered.

When Xia Liang ate, he turned out to be left-handed.

Liu Xiaoman's right elbow was raised, and his left elbow was also raised.

Liu Xiaoman put it down, and he put it down too.

The two elbows smashed each other several times, Liu Xiaoman scooped up half of a spoonful of soup, and Xia Liang threw the chopsticks into the casserole.

"What about you two?" On the opposite side, Li Meng and the others were eating enthusiastically, and they still pouted their glib mouth to entertain them, "After eating a meal, you still have a crush on it, kindergarten? If you hit it twice, the fans will be pissed off."

Xia Liang didn't bother to pay attention to him, he pushed the plate forward, dragged Dynasty's plate over, and said to him, "Change your seat."

Dynasty didn't care, nodded his head and said "OK", and switched directly with him.

During this process, he kept sucking a long vermicelli in his mouth.

It didn't even break.

"Don't you write with your right hand?" Liu Xiaoman couldn't help asking.

Dynasty sucks vermicelli.

"Xia Liang, are you left-handed?" Li Meng noticed his hand holding chopsticks.

Dynasty sucks vermicelli.

"Is eating and writing the same thing?" Xia Liang said.

Dynasty sucks vermicelli.

Liu Xiaoman and Li Meng were stunned, Xia Liang's tone was so natural that it made them doubt themselves.

Dynasty still sucks on vermicelli.

The movement of him sucking the vermicelli was too long, and the three of them couldn't help but look at him together.

"...Isn't it?" Zhao Chao finally sucked the vermicelli on his head, and questioned Xia Liang's question just now.

After asking, I said with emotion: "I just ate a bowl of longevity noodles."

"Drink the soup." Li Meng dunked the spoon into his pot.

Choke to death again.

Chao Chao smiled shyly, it didn't matter this smile, a small piece of vermicelli fell out again, and he quickly sucked it back.

"Hey." Xia Liang put down the chopsticks he had just picked up, and closed his eyes.

"I'm sorry." Wang Chao himself was disgusted by himself and laughed.

Li Meng was already insane with joy, almost fell over with a smile, sprained on Xia Liang's body, and was ruthlessly avoided.

Liu Xiaoman sat diagonally and looked at his irritable expression, and endured it for a while before raising his lips.

He didn't know why he wanted to laugh.

It's just that Xia Liang, who is so speechless, is so cute.

"Sit here with me." He said to Xia Liang.

"Eat your meal." Xia Liang glanced at him and didn't let him move.

Fortunately, there was the pearl in the afternoon as a foreshadowing.

he thought silently.

He was almost mentally prepared for this level of nausea.

From the first canteen to the sanitary area they are responsible for, they need to go through the second canteen.

Li Meng pointed to the large open space behind the teaching building and said to them, "This is it."

Based on the two windows at the front and back of their class, he probably stepped out of a range, and ended in the distance until the low wall planted with rows of phalluses. He emphasized again: "From here to there."

"Fuck," Dynasty said.

It's not small.

Liu Xiaoman looked at those giant phoenix trees and worried.

Although there is rubbish at the rear of the teaching building, it is limited, and it doesn't take too much trouble to sweep it up as far as the eye can see.

Scary are these trees.

It’s okay in mid-September, but in autumn, when piles of leaves fall, this place will look like a fallen leaf cemetery, and you have to use the huge brooms that sanitation workers use to sweep the streets.

I don't know how many times I have to take out the garbage.

Li Meng's previous experience came in handy at this time.

He and Wang Chao took down the big trash bin in the class that had to be carried by two people, put it in the middle of the sanitation area, and distributed a dustpan and two brooms to Wang Chao, Xia Liang, and Liu Xiaoman each.

"We go from here to there, and you go from there to here," he pointed with a broom and knocked on the trash can, "Take out the trash each time."

"I found that as long as you are not allowed to go to class, you are very smart." Wang Chao said.

"I'll take it as your compliment." Li Meng nodded.

It was the first time for Liu Xiaoman to deal with such a large sanitary area in school.

He is torn between a broom and a dustpan.

You can't hold a dustpan if you take a broom.

I can't hug you with scissors.

It was really Edwardian sentimentality.

Xia Liang didn't give him time to sublimate his sadness into philosophical thinking, he came over to pick up the broom, put the dustpan in Liu Xiaoman's hand, and said, "Follow me."

Liu Xiaoman followed him with a dustpan.

Xia Liang worked very quickly, neither complained nor lazily, and was lazy. He swept away the rubbish on the surface when he saw it, and didn't bother to dig out the rubbish buried under the leaves.

He swept a small piece, Liu Xiaoman took the dustpan over and asked him to smash it in three or two times, then dumped the garbage in the dustpan into the big trash can, and came back to find Xia Liang.

Like worker ants who just don't need to think.

Even though he was nimble, compared to Li Meng and the others, he was hard to beat with two fists and four hands.

Liu Xiaoman emptied the dustpan back and forth twice, and the two of them had already emptied the big trash can half full, so they went there together and came back.

Liu Xiaoman thought that he would have to go pour it with Xia Liang later.

He can still grab a trash can. The two of them lift it together, and it's just right for each person to contribute one hand.

Li Meng and the others didn't go up after finishing their work, put down the broom and went to the supermarket to buy water, and asked Xia Liang what they wanted to drink.

"Not thirsty." Xia Liang said.

"Where's Liu Xiaoman?" Li Meng asked again.

Before Liu Xiaoman refused, he waved his hand as if he had guessed the answer: "Then I'll just take it!"

After finishing speaking, I was really happy.

"I'll give you the cash for the meal just now." Liu Xiaoman said to Xia Liang, remembering the money for the mutton casserole.

Xia Liang didn't take the money from the casserole seriously. After rubbing out the last dustpan, he said casually, "I owe you."

Why do you owe it?

Liu Xiaoman has no interest in owing money, so he shook his head: "I'll give it to you tomorrow."

Xia Liang remembered that he was guarding the small tin box where the change was kept, and felt that the scene where he took the money from it was particularly miserable, and he was very skinny.

"Then it will be paid for tomorrow's breakfast," he said.

Liu Xiaoman was stunned, and said softly "ah", and asked him, "Are you going to buy food tomorrow?"

Xia Liang threw the broom into the trash can. In fact, that's what he said, he just didn't want to accept cash.

In the end, listening to Liu Xiaoman's words, why was there still a hint of displeasure?

"No?" He deliberately stared at Liu Xiaoman and asked.

"No, no, no." Liu Xiaoman shook his head, and followed Xia Liang's ass to dump the last dustpan of garbage into it. After thinking about it, "You can do it if you want."

20 yuan is enough for him to pay for two or three days.

"Then are you going to see Xiao Guo tomorrow?" He couldn't help asking Xia Liang.

"Want me to take you there?" Xia Liang looked at him.

I really want to.

But if we really pass, won't we have to be late again tomorrow?

"It depends on the situation." Liu Xiaoman said.

Empty the garbage in the bucket again, and their duty today will be over.

Xia Liang didn't intend to ask Liu Xiaoman to help carry it. The bucket wasn't too heavy. They were one tall and the other short, and Liu Xiaoman's thin arms weren't enough to cause him trouble. It was more difficult for them to lift than him alone. Son.

"Let go." He raised his chin at Liu Xiaoman, holding the other hand.

"I'll help you." Liu Xiaoman said.

"You are making trouble." Xia Liang was not polite to him at all.

Liu Xiaoman wrinkled his nose.

"I can lift it," he insisted.

Originally, there were four people in the sanitation area, so he didn't help by sweeping the floor, and Xia Liang couldn't dump the garbage by himself.

He could understand that it was Xia Liang's kindness, but if the kindness didn't come to this level, he might as well continue wiping the blackboard.

Being overly taken care of is like being overly tabooed from using his arms in front of him and eating chaff and vegetables in front of the poor. It really boosts up that little self-esteem, which is more embarrassing than not taking care of him at all.

He grabbed the trash can and didn't let go.

Xia Liang looked at him for a while, put down the bucket and sighed.

"I'm not being polite to you. Compare yourself to how much taller you are than this bucket," he drew a stroke on his chest in the air, "If you can't keep up with my pace and you swing your head in, do you lift it or it lifts you? "

Liu Xiaoman slowly opened his eyes.

"...How can I let it swing in? You want to throw me in?" For the first time, he experienced what it was like to be so angry that he wanted to laugh.

Really.

First time.

And he was carried by the trash can.

Is this what people say?

Xia Liang didn't know whether he wanted to laugh or was helpless, he flicked the back of Liu Xiaoman's hand: "Hurry up, let go, or I'll throw it in for you."

"Throw it away." Liu Xiaoman turned his head and stared at him out of the corner of his eyes.

He couldn't break Xia Liang, but he was even more unwilling to let go.

He still didn't believe that Xia Liang could really be thrown away as garbage for him.

As soon as this idea came out of his head, Xia Liang stepped in front of him as soon as he lifted his foot from the corner of his eye.

In the next second, his right armpit, and the left armpit is probably the position of the armpit. Unexpectedly, his big warm hands stuck in, and he was really picked up, half-hanging behind him on the edge of the trash can superior.

"Xia Liang!" Liu Xiaoman was taken aback, he quickly let go of the handle, grabbed Xia Liang's arm tightly, and stared at him.

This man actually wanted to throw him into the trash can!

"Oh, no more?" Xia Liang's face was right in front of him, looking at him with a smile.

It was too close, the black eyes seemed to attract people, and Liu Xiaoman was dizzy.

I don't know if I was stunned, or my body was suddenly out of control, and I was stunned.

"Stop it." His aroused little temper disappeared, and he wanted to break Xia Liang away, but his only hand could only grab Xia Liang like a life-saving straw, feeling deeply ashamed Weeping softly, "Put me down quickly."

Xia Liang didn't really want to throw him away, this kind of trick is very normal among boys.

Once Luo Hao was lifted up by Xiaopang and the others to "climb a tree", and almost took off his pants. He hugged the tree and refused to come down, so he smiled and cursed at Xiaopang for a long time.

It's just that at the moment of letting go, his palm didn't hold back, and he felt a little more under Liu Xiaoman's bare shoulder.

It feels really... weird.

Without the hindrance of arms and armpits, his palm and five fingers need to be directly attached to Liu Xiaoman's side ribs and chest.

Through Xia Mo's clothes, the body under his hands was narrow and thin, and he could get stuck in the mouth of a tiger. He was astonishingly thin.

Only the heart under the sternum was beating vigorously, with bones and flesh, and the tension was smashed into the palm of his hand, and then along the lines of the palm, ripples spread to each of his fingerprints.

"...as thin as a cat." He stared at Liu Xiaoman and said softly, before letting go to put him down.

At this moment, an uncertain voice came from the small road passing the second canteen behind the building: "Xiaoman?"

Liu Xiaoman was stunned for a moment, and looked over at the same time as Xia Liang.

The moment they met Fan Yiyang's eyes, the expressions of the three of them became strange by coincidence.

Next to Fan Yiyang was a man named Hang, who opened his mouth stupidly watching the scene of "campus bullying" against disabled students in public.

Looking at it, I want to put his chin on it.

"...Put him down for me." Fan Yiyang's face turned dark, and he pointed at Xia Liang.