Xiaoman

Going in from the alley that turned right at the crossroads, before reaching the door of the house, Xia Liang could smell the smell of chicken soup or pork ribs soup from a distance of a lamppost.

He pushed open the door of his courtyard, slipped the small pot out from the back of his neck, put it in the yard for it to play, and walked towards the inner room by himself.

The alleys where my grandfather lives are all old buildings. When the textile factory was still booming, this kind of small two-bedroom and three-bedroom bungalow with a yard was specially allocated to the leaders. The family building across the street was replaced by the tube building. .

Now everywhere is planned and developed, and young people are willing to move to high-rise buildings. Xia Liang’s mother prepared a new house on the second floor in the city center a few years ago. I gave the textile factory half my life to the old yard, and my old friends are all here. They play chess and Tai Chi together every day when they have nothing to do, which is more comfortable than being bored in the building.

Xia Liang grew up in an alley when he was a child, and later moved out with his parents. After the couple divorced, they moved back. Living with his grandfather is cleaner than living with his parents.

If only his grandfather could put more salt in cooking.

When the curtain door was opened, the smell of cooking soup entered the nose unhindered. Grandpa was standing behind the desk and drawing, holding a pen in one hand and a steaming sea bowl in the other.

"Are you back?" Hearing the movement, he even finished laying out the peony under his hand before looking up.

"En." Xia Liang agreed, took off his school uniform and threw it on the sofa.

He sneezed while throwing him, frowned and pushed his nose with his index finger: "I told you not to light this incense, it smells old. Do you really think you are an old fairy?"

"What the hell." Grandpa put down the brush, came over with the soup bowl and looked at Xia Liang's arm, "Let me see, how did it break?"

Xia Liang saw that he was still about to press his hand twice, so he quickly avoided it: "Don't worry about it."

"It's a pity that I have to take care of you. Little boys don't bump into bumps. It's normal to bump into bumps." Grandpa stood back behind the desk and stretched his neck twice. "There's soup in the pot, go and drink it."

"Cook it for me?" Xia Liang said.

"Your mother told me to cook it." Grandpa said.

One corner of Xia Liang's mouth twitched.

If he didn't know that his mother was a character who didn't care if he had a hole in his head, and flew straight away with the bag, this statement was so reasonable that he would believe it.

Talking to grandpa, he went to the kitchen to take a look, no wonder he smelled the soup smelled like chicken and ribs, a whole chicken was simmered directly in the big soup pot, and there were ribs at the bottom of the pot.

This is pie.

It's even more unlikely that it was the idea of ​​his mother who wanted to use a scale to weigh ingredients for maintenance.

He didn't hold a bowl, so he directly scooped some of his upper lip with a spoon, then threw the spoon back into the pot.

"It's tasteless again?" Grandpa heard it outside and shouted.

"My mother didn't deduct your salt money from the living fee, did she?" Xia Liang said.

"It's because you young people like to eat salty food, which has a strong taste." Grandpa said, "It's just right for me. Soup, it still has the original taste for nourishing the body."

Xia Liang didn't continue to refute him, he lifted the salt jar from the cabinet and opened it, skimming off half a spoonful with a small spoon.

Just as he was about to sprinkle it into the pot, he remembered something and inserted the spoon back.

"Grandpa," he yelled, while looking around in the kitchen, "do you have a small bowl, give me one."

"There is a small dish for washing pens on the table." Grandpa said.

"That won't work." Xia Liang said.

"What is it for?" Grandpa asked.

"Hey cat." Xia Liang said.

Grandpa said something outside, but Xia Liang didn't hear clearly, and he didn't care. He saw a stack of old dishes in the cabinet, and there was a small soup bowl underneath, which could just be taken out for the small pot.

There were quite a lot of messy things on it. He squatted down and took out the things, all of which were weightless and intrusive sundries. He also took out a large bag of old plastic bags. It is estimated that grandpa wanted to keep a set of trash cans, and he didn’t know where to put them. After a long time, it became sticky to the touch.

Yomo could almost pull out the entire stack of dishes directly, and he started to exert strength with his grip on the bottom plate.

"Master!" Someone yelled outside the yard.

Xia Liang couldn't control the strength in his hand, and he convulsed violently, and the pile of plates and dishes became thin and all fell down.

"...Hey." Xia Liang squatted in front of the cabinet and closed his eyes.

Luo Hao is the dog's grandson.

"What's the matter?" Grandpa asked and came in.

"What's the matter?" The grandson who called "Master" jumped in together. It was indeed Luo Hao. When he saw Xia Liang's battle, he pointed at him and laughed first: "It's really broken? Awesome! My good brother!"

"Why are you here?" Xia Liang didn't want to talk to him, and pointed to the trash can at his feet.

"Don't bother me, old man," Luo Hao quickly carried it over before his grandfather bent down, and squatted down to help Xia Liang pick it up together. Hearing Xia Liang's question, he straightened his upper body and struggled to get it out of his pocket. He took out a paper bag and slapped Xia Liang's leg, "Send medicine in the snow!"

This time, without waiting for Xia Liang to ask, he took the initiative to explain the cause and effect: "Guo Wei and the others didn't tell me that your arm was broken, and they sent you messages and called you but never answered. I thought about going to your class to find you, but you I didn't see it, I saw Fan Shen... Hey, what was he doing in the past? It looks like he is going to make up lessons for the little disabled, so it's not going to happen."

Luo Hao talked like playing checkers, one of them ran out of the track without stopping, Xia Liang glanced at him, and he turned the topic back with an "oh" himself: "Then let me bring you the medicine bag, I just ran over here. Oh yes, I just entered the yard and saw that three-legged cat came to your house!"

"People have names." Xia Liang said, "Who asked you to give it to me?"

"What," Luo Hao glanced at the paper bag containing the medicine, "Of course it's a small disability, and you still point out that Fan Shen has a classmate love with you? It's fine if he doesn't look at me with his nostrils, just look at him every day. Who do you think..."

Xia Liang's eyebrows twitched. He didn't care what Luo Hao was talking about behind him. Thinking about how annoying Liu Xiaoman was to Luo Hao, he still had to endure letting him bring the medicine.

Fairly conscientious.

He handed the paper bag to his grandfather, who put on reading glasses to study for a while, and put it in the living room.

"Do you want soup, Luo Hao?" He asked Luo Hao.

"Hey, I heard them say that you disabled yourself by blocking the ball for the little disabled. It's really good, you two, with the whole three-legged 'pot full of food' gift package in the yard..." Luo Hao was still talking Hearing this, he paused for a while when he heard the question from his grandfather, and asked Xia Liang in a low voice: "Your grandfather did it or did you do it?"

"What do you think?" Xia Liang said.

"I won't drink anymore!" Luo Hao shouted.

He filled the small pot with a bowl of old hen ribs soup, asked Luo Hao to open the can, poured the can into the soup bowl, and Xia Liang took it to the yard to feed the cat.

Xiaoguo had never been taken home like this before, so he was probably quite nervous. When Xia Liang went out, he was facing the courtyard gate, trying to escape from the prison. Xia Liang called out to him, and he hurried over.

"Want to run?" Xia Liang put the small bowl in front of it, squatted down himself, took out the cigarette case and lit one, watching the small pot hesitantly pointing his head at the soup bowl.

"This bowl is yours." He pointed at the small soup bowl with a cigarette in his hand. The little pot's attention was immediately drawn away by the little red dot on the cigarette butt, and he looked up after him, "Do you want to stay in the yard?" Just stay there, go out to play if you want to go out to play. If you don’t find something to eat outside, come back to eat.”

Xiaoguo stared at the red dot and pawed him, but Xia Liang ignored him and flicked the cigarette ash, letting him play by himself.

Luo Hao chatted a few words with his grandfather in the house, when he came out and saw Xia Liang squatting in the yard smoking a cigarette, he "fucked": "Don't call me, you!"

"Telling you to worry?" Xia Liang said.

"Why didn't you break your mouth?" Luo Hao knelt down beside him.

Xia Liang smiled and threw the cigarette case over.

Luo Hao caught it, bit one out, and bumped Xia Liang with his shoulder: "Hey brother Liang..."

This collision happened to hit Xia Liang's broken arm, Xia Liang's face changed suddenly, and he almost punched Luo Hao with his backhand: "Can you have a bit of a fucking heart?"

"Fuck, I didn't fucking pay attention!" Luo Hao almost jumped up, and quickly turned around to squat on the other side of Xia Liang, "Are you all right?"

Xia Liang adjusted the position of the bandage, but no matter how hard he tried to adjust it, he stretched out his arm and took the bandage off his neck.

"Day, don't you," Luo Hao hurriedly stopped him, "Can I tell you where you're going?"

"Go ahead." Xia Liang fended him off, "It's uncomfortable to hang on your neck while squatting."

"Then don't forget to put it on again tomorrow," Luo Hao said, "But can you take a long-term sick leave? Just don't go to school, and Lao Shang can't do anything to you."

"Have I graduated yet?" Xia Liang glanced at him.

"Oh, why do you care?" Luo Hao laughed, "I thought you had seen through the world of mortals and had nothing to fear."

Xia Liang didn't answer his words.

This is not something to be afraid of.

He didn't think there would be any way out by going to school, but he either didn't go to school, and since he went to school, at least he couldn't even get a diploma. He didn't care what he said, and he knew this in his heart.

No matter how casual a person is, he must have a bottom line, otherwise he will look down on himself for his size.

Not to mention his mother, monk Liangshan, who was trying to recruit children all day long. Xia Liang was tired of dealing with just one person before. He really didn't even go to school. He dismantled it.

Thinking of this, Fan Yiyang's annoying face appeared in front of his eyes again. He still couldn't figure out why there is really that kind of idiot who regards study as his god, and judges people only by exams and scores all day long.

After meeting Liu Xiaoman, I couldn't figure it out, how could anyone still fall in love with an idiot like Fan Yiyang.

Liu Xiaoman studies very hard.

But he looks like that, what can he do after learning it?

Xia Liang glanced at his own arm, just being tied up was enough to upset him, and he couldn't do anything securely.

There are a lot of bastards around him who don't take school seriously, but their family conditions are not bad. Just take Luo Hao as an example, there is a supermarket and two hot pot restaurants at home, and those who have no conditions have two at least. Hand, no matter what, you can't starve yourself to death.

Liu Xiaoman can't teach himself to be Hawking 2.0.

What can I do.

Thinking of this, Xia Liang suddenly felt that God was so fair that he gave Liu Xiaoman a motivated and sensible personality, so he had to take away something else from him.

Same for everyone.

Seeing that Xia Liang hadn't paid attention to him, Luo Hao didn't bother to talk anymore, and started to talk seriously.

"I heard from him that your cell phone is also broken?" He looked into Xia Liang's trouser pocket, "Let me see how it broke."

Xia Liang flicked the cigarette ash, bit the cigarette on his mouth, and took out his mobile phone with his free hand and threw it over.

"Fuck," Luo Hao yelled out by pressing the screen, "This is fried, the sesame seeds are blooming."

"Is there an after-sales service downstairs in your house?" Xia Liang looked at Xiao Guo and asked him.

Xiaoguo started to bury his head in eating now. He changed to a new environment just now, and seeing people a little crazy, he pawed here and there for a long time in the yard.

"Ah, yes." Luo Hao pressed his phone to research.

"Help me take it to change a screen, how much should I turn it on and I'll turn it on for you." Xia Liang crushed the cigarette butt, and flicked it towards the small table in the courtyard, which had to be swept.

"It's easy to say." Luo Hao nodded.

"Did you bring this little thing home and keep it?" He asked Xia Liang again before leaving.

"It's getting cold." Xia Liang said.

"..." Luo Hao looked at him with "is this person crazy?" eyes, "You're not knocking your head, you still know it's September, brother?"

Xia Liang couldn't help laughing, stood up and kicked him: "Go away."

Back in the back room, grandpa had already put down his pen and was watching the evening news while turning on the TV and playing senior exercises.

"Is there any important matter waiting for you to make up your mind." Xia Liang joked with him casually.

"It's nothing. It's raining this week, just for a few days." Grandpa pointed to the small weather grid in the lower right corner of the screen.

Xia Liang said "Got it", and went to the room to change clothes.

He came out again within a few minutes, half of the half-sleeved T-shirt was taken off, and the other half was stuck on the elbow and piled on the bandage.

Grandpa glanced at him and smiled: "It's really a bit troublesome."

"Cut it." Xia Liang went to the TV cabinet to find the scissors.

"Prodigal bastard." Grandpa slapped him on the back, "Extend your arm."

Xia Liang sighed, and cooperated with his grandfather to pull and expand the cuffs for a long time, and pulled the clothes off.

"Don't wear your pajamas anymore," said grandpa, and went to the back balcony to get his own two-bar vest and put it on for Xia Liang, enjoying himself while putting it on.

Xia Liang couldn't refute. He glanced at his own appearance in the mirror, and couldn't help laughing along with his grandfather.

"Where are the pants, can I take them off by myself?" Grandpa glanced at the waistband of his trousers.

"Don't worry about it." Xia Liang clutched his belt and turned back to the room.

After changing clothes and coming out, he rummaged through several drawers. Grandpa looked at him dangling around and asked, "What are you looking for?"

"Get the kitten back and take care of it yourself, don't point me to raising it for you." He continued.

Xia Liang said "hmm" and continued to flip through the drawers without looking back, "Don't worry about it, it will find something to eat by itself, I took out the cardboard box you stuffed under the table and gave it to it, and put it in a small bowl Just pour some water."

"What are you looking for?" Grandpa asked again.

"Where did I put my old phone?" Xia Liang said.

"You don't look for your own things in your house, you come out to search." Grandpa said.

"I found it." Xia Liang closed another drawer, "No."

"Then maybe they sold it when they were packing up the old things." Grandpa thought about it and asked Xia Liang, "Your phone is broken?"

"Ah." Xia Liang agreed, "The screen is broken, let Luo Hao replace it."

After finishing speaking, he added: "You throw away your old mobile phone so frequently, the pile of plastic bags in the kitchen is almost growing hairy, but it is very good."

"It's all for garbage, don't throw it away for me." After the evening news was broadcast, grandpa used the remote control to adjust the station, "If the phone is broken, replace it with another one."

Xia Liang turned around but couldn't find it, and was too lazy to look for it. He leaned back on the sofa, watched TV with his grandfather, and said with a smile: "I don't want to throw away plastic bags for clothes, but I don't want to change my mobile phone without blinking. You are in the middle of the elderly." It's quite unique."

"This is called the wisdom of life, grandson." Grandpa also smiled, "You are still young."

Xia Liang originally thought that the biggest trouble with a broken arm would be undressing. Anyway, the clothes can be changed and worn, which is easy to overcome.

In the end, when he went to the bathroom to wash up, he realized that he had encountered the biggest obstacle.

——From brushing teeth and face to washing hair and feet, bathing is not included, there is no round of convenience.

He put the toothbrush down to get the toothpaste. He wanted to use his thumb to rub the lid off, but after rubbing it twice, he couldn't do it, so he could only brush his teeth.

Gritting the toothpaste cap with his teeth, and twisting his wrist vigorously, he felt ashamed and stupid when he looked at his own image in the mirror.

Like fuckin' mouth.

After brushing his teeth, he washed his face and splashed water casually with his hand. When he was wiping his face in the mirror, he looked at his head. No matter how he looked at it, he felt that he should wash his hair. After all, his head was covered in cold sweat in the evening.

He tried several methods, and finally he plunged his head under the faucet and rinsed it thoroughly.

Grandpa knocked on the door outside while rubbing the towel on his head, calling him, "Liangliang, is there any inconvenience?"

Xia Liang originally wanted to say no, but after thinking about it, he was his own grandpa, so there was nothing impolite about it, so he opened the door and called "Grandpa", and said, "Help me with a hair dryer, I'll blow my hair."

"Can't you do this by yourself?" Grandpa looked at the water splashing everywhere in the bathroom.

"I'm not allowed to scratch twice," Xia Liang looked at him solemnly, "What are you doing?"

"Oh," grandpa smiled, "You brat, you're still pretty, and you pay attention to your hairstyle."

Xia Liang turned to get the hair dryer.

"Grandpa will blow it for you." Grandpa brought the hair dryer over, and directly moved a small stool for Xia Liang to sit down. "Didn't Grandpa blow your hair for you when you were a child, I promise you will be so handsome."

At this moment, Xia Liang was too lazy to experience emotions other than tiredness. He just wanted to dry off and go to sleep, and sat down on the stool with his head covered in wet hair.

When grandpa's wide and rough palms were rubbing against his cap with the hot wind, he drowsily thought of Liu Xiaoman again.

I really don't know how he got here all these years.

The next morning, Xia Liang stood in front of the bathroom mirror and looked at his fried cornbread, which looked like he had been bombarded, and could no longer express himself.

Grandpa got up to do morning exercises, and couldn't help being happy watching him, so he came over and stroked Xia Liang's head and said, "I thought it was pretty good yesterday, did you go to sleep again?"

"This look isn't enough." Xia Liang sighed, "I have to stand up half the night."

"Just shave it off." Grandpa put a hat on him, "Otherwise it's still troublesome."

"En." Xia Liang nodded, looked at the sky outside, and fished an umbrella from the standing bottle in the corner.

Liu Xiaoman really didn't expect it to rain suddenly in the early morning.

He knew that there would be rain this week, and his grandfather watched the weather forecast every day. When he woke up in the morning, he found that the weather was getting dark. The grandfather and grandson set up a booth a little earlier. When Fan Yiyang came to call him, he was packing Xia Liang and his own breakfast in the bag, and said In a hurry, he forgot about the umbrella.

Fan Yiyang did bring an umbrella, but the embarrassment was that the rain didn't fall on the way they came, but when he was waiting for the assembly in the playground, it came down with a "swish".

I don't know if it's due to Li Meng's crazy "prayer for rain".

The students walking fast or slow on the campus "hula" and all their heads scattered like birds and beasts.

Needless to say, the playground must have dispersed. The boys screamed and ran fast. A few girls opened their umbrellas, but they were supported by other girls in twos and threes. No matter what, Liu Xiaoman was still a boy and couldn’t go He couldn't open his mouth even if he squeezed the umbrella with the little girl,

"Hurry up, Liu Xiaoman!" Li Meng rushed past him like a whirlwind of joy.

"Quick!" Followed by a dynasty.

Liu Xiaoman quickly picked up his pace and followed them to the teaching building.

But he still slowed down a bit, because he was not willing to put his schoolbag on his head, and had to protect his schoolbag while running. His schoolbag was slung across the body, and there were seams on both sides, which made it easy for water to enter.

In case of water, it doesn't matter whether the breakfast is wet or not, but it is troublesome if the book is wet.

Besides, even if he put his schoolbag on top with one hand, he couldn't hold it in place.

Running to the bottom of the teaching building, Liu Xiaoman breathed a sigh of relief. Li Meng and the others had already flown up. The students in the porch were stamping their feet and wiping their faces. He also quickly wiped his schoolbag with his sleeve.

Just like this, he walked towards the second floor while brushing. When he reached the corner of the stairs, he faintly felt that someone was about to collide with him, but his body still stepped out with inertia.

"Pfft." With a muffled sound, Liu Xiaoman felt that when he stepped on a foot, his shoulder was also shoved hard, and he almost lost his footing and fell backward from the stairs.

"Sorry." He said quickly before he could see clearly.

"Fuck! You are the one with long eyes!" The person who bumped into him shouted loudly.

Liu Xiaoman raised his eyes to look at him, he knew this person, he was next door to their class before he was assigned, he had a big nose and small eyes, his face was full of acne, he yelled in the corridor every day, he always wanted to be someone who could talk in the building, he I heard people in their class call him Ma Shuo.

Ma Shuo's class is not in Xitou, but on the east side of the stairs. Class 7 is quite far away from his class. It is probably because of the rain that he ran over in a hurry. He came directly up the stairs in Xitou and headed east.

When he yelled, several passing students slowed down.

"I just changed my fucking shoes, fuck!" Ma Shuo cursed again, louder than before.

Liu Xiaoman was really embarrassed in his heart, no matter what, he stepped on it. When it rained, his feet were dripping with water, and he was also upset. He directly stepped on Ma Shuo's black footprints. He certainly wasn't happy either.

But Ma Shuo's attitude, as well as the gazes of the people around him, immediately made him uncomfortable.

It's already embarrassing enough, being wet all over, and being scolded for standing around because of this kind of thing.

"I'm sorry." He apologized again.

"I'm sorry bastard! I'm sorry, can it match my pair of shoes?" Ma Shuo cursed, raising his feet and stomping the ground, "I really admire you, the missing arm doesn't hinder your eyes, right? ? Let your shoe shiners say that I bully the handicapped, idiot!"

It's been a while since the word came out.

Liu Xiaoman lifted his head that had been half down, and someone he knew around him also opened his mouth and said, "Forget it, Ma Shuo, just wipe it off with a piece of paper."

"Drop you a few eggs," Ma Shuo said immediately, "Let me step on one for you to try?"

"I didn't mean it." Liu Xiaoman pursed his lips and looked at him.

"Did you step on me on purpose or not? I don't want you to apologize, can you just say a few words to vent?" Ma Shuo raised his hand and pushed him again.

"Hey, forget it." Several people gathered around.

Liu Xiaoman staggered from being pushed, and stood up with his support against the wall, when he heard Yu Shou's voice from behind calling him: "Liu Xiaoman?"

Although the relationship with Yu Shou was half-familiar, hearing the voices of his class at this moment made him find the organization all of a sudden, and looked back.

But before Yu Shou's face could be seen clearly, someone pushed away the students surrounding him and squeezed in from behind the crowd.

Liu Xiaoman's eyes blurred, Xia Liang strode past him directly, raised his arm to grab Ma Shuo's neck and pressed forward, everyone didn't react, Ma Shuo had already been taken two steps back by him, With a "bang", it got stuck on the railing.

The rain that slanted in slightly from outside the railing hit Ma Shuo's face in a "crackling" manner.

"Damn it!" Someone yelled in a low voice.

"Don't you have long hands?" Xia Liang finished all this with one hand, looked at Liu Xiaoman and said without hesitation.