Xiaoman

The school filled all the classes that could be adjusted, and arranged at least two weeks of make-up classes on weekends, and finally was willing to squeeze out a small National Day holiday that could barely make up for two and a half consecutive days off.

"This 'little' lesson is too relevant. Why don't the school arrange a few more days for make-up lessons, and just drop seven." Wang Chao sighed as he looked at the densely packed homework on the blackboard.

"I thought no one complained about this kind of thing since junior high school." Li Meng answered the sentence with his schoolbag in his arms, with a look of disillusioned excitement.

The reason for being disillusioned is because I didn't expect to have seven days off at all.

I am excited because three days off is also a holiday, even if there is only one day off, he can enjoy a week, especially contented.

Just now when he announced the news of the holiday, he even packed his schoolbag, and waited for the teachers of each subject to come and finish the homework, picked it up and slipped away.

Looking at him like this, Wang Chao didn't bother to take care of his homework, anyway, he didn't necessarily write it down.

"Where is tomorrow? Pedestrian Street? Or Wanda?" He took out his phone and began to check the address.

"Just at that intersection, didn't I tell you again? Isn't there a small one next to Wanda, you saw it as soon as you passed," Li Meng tilted his head and pointed to his phone, then turned to Xia Liang and Liu Xiao Man said, "You both know it, right? Don't make me repeat it."

"What?" Liu Xiaoman asked him.

Don't talk about singing, he hasn't even been to the mall much, and he was dizzy after hearing the string of coordinates Li Meng told him before.

"Hey." Li Meng sighed, and looked at Xia Liang, "Xia Liang, take him there, anyway, you two live close together, only Yinhehuan..."

"Give me the location." Xia Liang said directly.

"I wasn't there either." Li Meng said.

"Then we'll post it later." Xia Liang said.

"...All right, if you're afraid of being bored, it's okay to call a few friends together, my aunt has a card there." Li Meng nodded, explained again, and bent down to look for Yu Shou.

Liu Xiaoman bit the pen holder in a daze.

He was still a little hesitant, did he really want to sing with Xia Liang, Li Meng and the others?From Li Meng's point of view, they may not be the only ones at that time, a room full of half-baked people singing together...

If you put it before the start of school, someone told him Liu Xiaoman that you will go to sing with your new classmates one month after the start of school.

Liu Xiaoman couldn't believe it.

He is really inexperienced in this kind of social interaction with classmates beyond the campus.

No one has ever called him.

No, once, when I was in sixth grade.

At that time, his deskmate said that a few people went to the school gate to eat delicious Malatang together after school. He struggled for half a class and persuaded himself to go with them.

In the end, after school, the little deskmate ran away as soon as he was greeted by several other people. He waited for a long time on his seat and waited for Fan Yiyang, who was already in junior high school, before he was sure that the little deskmate had forgotten him. up.

When I went to school the next day, I saw him at the same table and said "Oh!" and asked him, "Why didn't you go yesterday?"

The feeling of pretending to be forgotten despite being forgotten by others, until now when I think about it, I can still smell the embarrassment of being old.

The numbness that makes people want to curl up their toes.

He could almost see the picture of Li Meng and the others making a fuss at the singing place tomorrow—possibly with Luo Hao and others, and himself, the only heretic, walking in the corner, or not walking.

Liu Xiaoman lowered his head and scratched his hair.

I don't know if I tell Li Meng that I can't go now, will the other party feel a little bit unhappy.

"I'll pick you up at your house tomorrow?" Xia Liang suddenly said next to him.

"Huh?" Liu Xiaoman looked at him, hesitated for a moment, and said, "No need."

Xia Liang was not at all surprised by his reaction, "Oh" and said, "Then go pick me up."

"...Huh?" Liu Xiaoman was startled slowly.

What I mean by "no need" is that I don't want to go, not the other way around.

"I'll wait for you at home, call me and send me there." Xia Liang ignored his gaze and continued talking.

"I..." Liu Xiaoman opened his mouth, "Why?"

"Arm hurts." Xia Liang said.

Liu Xiaoman was taken aback for a moment.

"Ah, it hurts so much, it's about to die." Xia Liang continued expressionlessly.

"..." Liu Xiaoman never imagined that he could use this to make fun of a rascal, he was speechless and wanted to laugh for a moment, more helpless, "But I don't know where your home is, how can I pick you up?"

"Then that's fine." Xia Liang glanced at him, then pressed his phone, "After packing, honestly wait for me at home to find you, it should not exceed two o'clock."

Liu Xiaoman couldn't help but stared at him for a long time before saying "Oh".

By the time the representatives of each subject wrote their homework on the blackboard, there were already many students yelling and screaming in the corridor.

"Where are you going later?" Xia Liang raised his phone and took a picture of the blackboard, then asked Liu Xiaoman.

"Go home." Liu Xiaoman said.

"Brother Yangyang with you?" Xia Liang said.

"No," Liu Xiaoman shook his head, "The third year of high school will not be on vacation until after the afternoon class."

After speaking, he couldn't help pointing to Xia Liang's cell phone: "Can you write?"

"No." Xia Liang put the phone in his pocket, "This is called ritual."

"Nervous." Liu Xiaoman couldn't help laughing.

"Shall I go to see the cat?" Xia Liang asked him.

It's been a while since I saw Xiaoguo.

This kind of thing is either impossible to remember, and when you think of it, if you don’t take a look, it’s like missing something.

"Okay." Liu Xiaoman thought about it and nodded.

As a result, Xia Liang didn't take him to look for Xiaoguo in the alley, and when he passed the small fork, he didn't even look at it, and continued walking straight down.

"Didn't you look at the small pot?" Liu Xiaoman stopped by the trash can at Xiaochakou, pointing inside.

Xia Liang turned to face him, without stopping, walked two steps backwards: "It moved."

"Ah?" Liu Xiaoman stood there in doubt.

Xia Liang sighed, stopped and looked at him: "It's at the same table anyway, give me some trust."

Liu Xiaoman still didn't move.

"Wait there waiting for me to carry you?" Xia Liang looked at him.

"Then it is now..." Liu Xiaoman followed immediately, and this time he realized, "At your house?"

"Not stupid enough." Xia Liang glanced at him with a little smile, a car came up behind and honked at them, Xia Liang took two steps outside and let Liu Xiaoman inside, taking it easy Take him home.

The bustling people on the road are all students, and there are many parents picking up their children.

Liu Xiaoman spent half of the time wondering why he was going to Xia Liang's house, and then spent the other half of the time answering that it was because of Xiao Guo.

"Your grandpa's house, it's not good for me to go there, right?" He was a little nervous.

"He's not here. He went fishing in the morning and won't come back until evening." Xia Liang said.

Liu Xiaoman quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

At the intersection, it happened to be a green light, Liu Xiaoman looked at his own home that could be reached by walking down ahead, followed Xia Liang hesitantly and turned to the right, passed a few stores, and turned into an old alley.

He knew it was here, Xiaomaoku Hutong, not far from his home, with two rows of buildings in the middle, almost parallel, crossing the alley to the left is the intersection.

It turns out that Xia Liang's house... Xia Liang's grandfather's house is here.

It's too close, maybe my grandpa went to buy breakfast from him.

"Have you lived here all this time?" Liu Xiaoman asked.

"I just came back last year." Xia Liang led the way ahead, and replied, "I was at the south gate before."

The south gate is near the center of the city, so Liu Xiaoman couldn't hold back and asked, "Isn't it better to go to school over there? Why come back here?"

"My parents are divorced, and it's annoying to everyone." Xia Liang didn't want to talk about these annoying things, so he simply said something.

Liu Xiaoman blinked, and said softly "ah".

If his mother hadn't left back then, she might have divorced his father by now.

He couldn't help thinking.

After no one spoke, the alley became much quieter.

It’s amazing. Outside the alley is still full of cars and horses honking their horns. Residents upstairs also start cooking at this o’clock. People pass by from time to time in the alley, but it just gives people a sense of tranquility outside the busy area. .

Maybe the ivy really absorbs sound.

Looking at the winding ivy wall, Liu Xiaoman thought to himself.

About a third of the way to the alley, Xia Liang stopped beside a street lamp and pushed open a courtyard door.

No. 29, Xiaomaoku Hutong.

Liu Xiaoman glanced at the sign on the wall.

"My family, remember, so you can pick me up next time." Xia Liang said to him.

"Oh." Liu Xiaoman looked at him amusedly.

As expected, Grandpa Xia Liang was not at home. Liu Xiaoman stood in the yard and looked around, and saw two small bowls under the wall next to the small stone table, which should be small pots.

But he didn't see the little pot.

Xia Liang opened the curtain door and searched around the house, but he didn't see it either.

"Let's go out and play." He said to Liu Xiaoman.

"It itself?" Liu Xiaoman answered reflexively.

As soon as he finished asking, he felt that the question was a bit stupid.

But really...what to say.

Liu Xiaoman was a little at a loss, so he squatted down to look at the two small bowls.

He came to see the cat on a whim, but now the cat didn't look at it, he and Xia Liang were the only ones in a small courtyard, so he couldn't just stare at Xia Liang.

"Maybe I met a friend I haven't met before." Xia Liang was much more at ease than him, after all, he was at his own home, and as he spoke, he picked up the kettle on the table and added some water to the bowl of the small pot.

"Then I..." Liu Xiaoman wanted to say, then I'll go back first, when he looked up, Xia Liang was just above him, and the two of them met their eyes.

black.

Every time Liu Xiaoman looked directly into Xia Liang's eyes like this, he felt that he was looking at two black whirlpools.

The emotions that are often revealed in Xia Liang's pupils always seem to be very loose, but it makes people feel that there is an invisible depth inside.

Especially from this perspective, the light is slightly behind, and the darkness is almost shocking.

Liu Xiaoman didn't know why he was in a daze, he subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but he didn't squat properly, swayed, and sat on the ground directly.

"You want to drink too?" Xia Liang was amused by him, put the kettle back on the small table, and handed it to Liu Xiaoman.

Liu Xiaoman was actually very embarrassed, but he didn't want to hesitate for too long, he hurriedly grabbed Xia Liang's hand, and was pulled to stand up from the ground.

When he got up, he was still thinking about it, the eyes of ordinary people are actually not so dark, everyone is dark brown.

The fingers of ordinary people of the same age are not so long, so... pretty good-looking, and can hold his fingers in his hand.

After standing still, he quickly let go of Xia Liang's hand and lowered his head to pat his buttocks.

"Just right, here's something for you, come here." Xia Liang opened the curtain and went to the back room to greet him.

Liu Xiaoman hesitated again, he wanted to leave a little bit, although he knew that Xia Liang would not beat him up and tease him, but he just wanted to leave.

"Is there a monster in my house waiting to catch you for stewing meat?" Xia Liang sighed for the second time within an hour, stretched out a hand from behind the curtain, and dragged him in without saying a word.