Xiaoman

Like throwing something, Liu Xiaoman pushed Xia Liang's hand and the bottle away.

"Brother Yangyang." He called out.

Just stood up and bowed.

Xia Liang watched from the side.

Sometimes, he quite likes to observe a person in this way.

From the spoken language, the small movements of the body, and the micro-expressions on the face, we can see many different things, or things that are hidden deep in the heart and not shown.

When some small thoughts are accidentally exposed, it will make a person look very cute.

It can also be annoying.

"What's wrong with the arm?" Fan Yiyang looked at the window for a long time, like the kind of parents who choose friends for their sons, and asked him cautiously.

"Guess." Xia Liang looked back at him from the window, and it took a while before he replied in a flat tone.

The two of them stood and sat one by one, one inside and the other outside. They obviously didn't do anything, and they didn't show any expression, just to give Liu Xiaoman next to him a feeling that life and death were not right.

"Brother Yangyang." He couldn't help shouting again.

Fan Yiyang and Xia Liang looked at each other for a while, then walked in through the open back door.

"Why is he here?" Xia Liang asked Liu Xiaoman.

"Make up lessons." Liu Xiaoman said in a low voice and quickly.

"..." Xia Liang didn't know what to say, "Just because I missed three evening self-study sessions today?"

"What?" Liu Xiaoman was stunned, and hurriedly said "no". After he finished speaking, he looked at Xia Liang in embarrassment, and asked, "Aren't you leaving?"

"What's the matter?" Xia Liang twirled the pen twice with his left hand, still leaning on the stool without moving, "Can't I learn from you?"

"No..." Liu Xiaoman was so choked by him that he couldn't speak, his eyes were wide open, and he looked at him with a consulting look, "Can't you go first?"

Otherwise how to sit.

Let Fan Yiyang sit in Li Meng's position and turn around to share a table with him?

Or did he go with Fan Yiyang to sit in Li Meng's seat and leave Xia Liang here?

One came to give him a tutoring session, and the other was just indirectly because he broke his arm. If Xia Liang's arm was not broken, he would do whatever he wanted. The current situation made him uncomfortable at all.

Fan Yiyang came over, glanced at Xia Liang who had no intention of moving his nest, took a step forward and pulled Li Meng's stool away, and said to Liu Xiaoman, "Come here."

Liu Xiaoman hesitated for a moment, then glanced at Xia Liang again.

"You copy the rest of this lesson." Xia Liang suddenly pushed the notebook onto Liu Xiaoman's desk.

"Huh?" Liu Xiaoman and Fan Yiyang looked at him at the same time.

Xia Liang also threw the pen on the notebook, pushed away the table and stood up, without taking anything, and went out through the back door swiftly.

"I..." Liu Xiaoman watched Xia Liang go out, stared at the notebook dumbfounded, and when he looked up, he found that Fan Yiyang was also staring at the notebook, frowning, and hurriedly put away both notebooks.

What's the matter.

It was originally my own notes, but now it is a free ghostwriting.

"It's inexplicable." Fan Yiyang said something in a deep voice, then looked at Liu Xiaoman and asked, "What's wrong with his arm?"

"I was hit while playing basketball." Liu Xiaoman didn't dare to look at him, and lied.

He instinctively felt that if he told the truth, Xia Liang was stoned by basketball in order to pull him, Fan Yiyang's impression of Xia Liang would only get worse, not better.

But the current situation is that no matter what Fan Yiyang says, it is impossible for him to alienate Xia Liang.

Liu Xiaoman wanted to sigh a little.

The quarrel between the top student and the student bastard probably won't be resolved in a lifetime.

After he and Fan Yiyang were left alone in the classroom, Liu Xiaoman suddenly became nervous like never before.

The campus is still buzzing with the movement of just finishing school, and a large number of students are rushing downstairs, which further sets off the silence in the classroom where you can even hear each other's breathing.

This has never been the case before.

He didn't even take so many baths with Fan Yiyang.

Liu Xiaoman's mind is like a cassette, endlessly looping Xia Liang's sentence "Do you like him", feeling that all the senses in his body have been magnified, what he breathes from his nose and hears from his ears is "Fan Yiyang". He couldn't lift up and didn't dare to look into Fan Yiyang's eyes, and he didn't even know how to move his hands and feet.

do i like him

he couldn't help asking himself.

Brother Yangyang who grew up together?

Do boys like boys?

"Don't talk to him." Fan Yiyang's topic was still on copying notes, and seeing Xia Liang left, he pushed Li Meng's stool back and returned to Liu Xiaoman's side.

As soon as he approached, Liu Xiaoman flicked to the side as if stepping on a switch.

Fan Yiyang looked down a little strangely: "I stepped on you?"

"No," Liu Xiaoman scratched his face, sat in Xia Liang's seat inside, vacated his seat for Fan Yiyang, and quickly changed the subject: "You sit here with me, Brother Yangyang."

"Yeah." Fan Yiyang looked at Xia Liang's clean table that didn't even have an open book, didn't say anything, and sat down in Liu Xiaoman's place.

"Here you are." After sitting down, he handed over an earphone first, Liu Xiaoman looked forward along the earphone cable, and the other end was stuck in Fan Yiyang's own ear, and Fan Yiyang himself was connecting the earphone cable to the phone, swiping Quickly search for something on the phone screen.

too close.

this distance.

Liu Xiaoman's ears, which had just calmed down, felt feverish again.

If you like this feeling of numbness in hands and feet, isn't it normal before?

"Is this it? Show me your audiobooks." Fan Yiyang asked him holding up his phone.

Liu Xiaoman was staring at his side face in a daze, met his eyes suddenly, said "oh", and quickly reached out to dig into the table bucket.

"What's wrong with you today?" Fan Yiyang looked at him, "I'm always in a daze...your desk is over here."

"No..." Liu Xiaoman wanted to say no again, but Fan Yiyang reminded him only to realize that he was digging out Xia Liang's table bucket, and he was speechless immediately.

Xia Liang's table bucket.

No wonder I can't take out anything but a paper bag... a paper bag?

Liu Xiaoman paused, took out the paper bag he touched, and took a look, it was indeed a medicine bag just brought back from the hospital.

"Ah." He sighed lightly.

"What?" Fan Yiyang glanced and asked.

"Xia Liang's medicine." Liu Xiaoman looked out the window, Xia Liang was no longer in the corridor.

Fan Yiyang didn't take it seriously, and found the hearing ability from the books piled up on Liu Xiaoman's desk, took it out and continued to find his hearing ability, flipped through it and asked, "Start from this chapter?"

Liu Xiaoman nodded.

At this moment, the focus of his mind shifted back to Xia Liang's arm, and he didn't feel nervous when he was close to Fan Yiyang, and he found the previous state when they were alone again.

"I found it." Fan Yiyang pressed the earphones into Liu Xiaoman's ears and started to play.

"Wait, Brother Yangyang," Liu Xiaoman called out to him, apparently after a long time of psychological struggle before he dared to speak, he pulled out the earphones and said to Fan Yiyang, "Call Xia Liang, he probably hasn't left yet Far."

It's been a hundred days since I hurt my muscles and bones, and I dropped the medicine on the first day. It will take a lifetime to heal.

Fan Yiyang frowned, he felt that Liu Xiaoman was very strange tonight, this strangeness must be inseparable from Xia Liang and his suddenly broken arm.

Liu Xiaoman has a secret with him.

Because of Xia Liang.

And obviously Liu Xiaoman didn't want to talk to him now, and he couldn't ask more if he didn't tell him, so he could only pretend that he didn't notice anything.

This was really the first experience, Fan Yiyang's mind was spinning quickly, he felt a little unpleasant, but he couldn't tell whether the unpleasantness was because of the "secret" or because of the secret in "Xia Liang".

But even if it's not pleasant, it's really nothing embarrassing to ask someone to come back to get the medicine by calling. It makes sense, he can only unplug the earphones, and go to the inbox to find the last time Liu Xiaoman gave him The phone number from which the text message was sent.

As soon as the number was dialed, Liu Xiaoman said "ah" again and said, "Forget it, don't call."

"What's the matter?" Fan Yiyang looked at him with his finger hanging on the dial button.

"Xia Liang's cell phone should be too broken to answer calls." Liu Xiaoman pursed his lips as he recalled the colorful screen.

"Then listen quickly." Fan Yiyang decisively switched back to listening in the background, and put the earphones on Liu Xiaoman again.

Liu Xiaoman's ears were originally thin, and he rubbed them so often that they were numb.

He rubbed his ears embarrassingly, and asked Fan Yiyang casually: "Brother Yangyang, does the phone still have inner and outer screens?"

"Well, fine." Fan Yiyang said, "Is the internal screen broken?"

"It should be." Liu Xiaoman recalled the conversation between Monk Xia Liang and Liang Shan in the taxi.

"It's quite troublesome," Fan Yiyang said, "You have to replace it to use it, and if it is seriously damaged, you may have to return it to the factory."

"Return to the factory?" Liu Xiaoman was stunned, "Can't you go to the one who put the film on and change it directly?"

"That's the outer screen." Fan Yiyang showed Liu Xiaoman his mobile phone to look at, "The inner screen is the display screen inside, you can't do this with a film."

It took Liu Xiaoman a long time to come back to his senses, and asked again: "How much does it cost to replace the inner screen?"

"Every family is different. I changed it last semester, three or four hundred." Fan Yiyang said, looking at him, "What's the matter, why are you so concerned, you broke it for him?"

"...Huh?" Liu Xiaoman didn't know what he was thinking, and looked at him again after a while.

When Xia Liang left school, his mobile phone was broken. Without Luo Hao's "Red Sun" bombing one after another, this time was surprisingly leisurely.

He turned to the small fork as usual to call Xiaoguo, he paused when he took out the can from his pocket, looked at Xiaoguo and said, "You really can't eat enough today."

He shook his right hand wrapped in a plaster bandage at the small pot: "My right hand is still a little weak, I forced you to break the can and then stretched the bones."

Xiaoguo couldn't understand what he was saying, so he just raised his neck and yelled at the canned food, rubbing and turning around Xia Liang's calf.

Xia Liang knelt down and looked at him, Xiaoguo rubbed against his hand.

"So greedy?" Xia Liang poked its hairy head.

Xiaoguo dragged his throat and called softly.

Maybe some things can only be empathized a little bit after getting that step. Before Xia Liang only thought that Xiao Guo was a little wild cat who lived on his own, and he could live quite well without anyone taking care of him.

Now looking at Xiao Guo, and the reflection of himself in Xiao Guo's eyes, there is a little more emotion of "the same people who have fallen into the end of the world".

It's quite poetic.

He made a comment himself.

It was time to drag Liu Xiaoman over.

The little pot was still screaming at the can, Xia Liang held the can and threw it away, simply put the can in his pocket, and picked up the little pot with his hand.

"Low on your back, I won't catch you if you fall." He put the small pot into the hood with his backhand.

"Mi——" Xiao Guo didn't dare to move, the whole cat was curled up in the hood, a cat's paw was clutching Xia Liang's shoulder tightly, and its head poked out in surprise.