Xiaoman

Chapter 32

The next day was an inexplicably windy day.

Liu Xiaoman lay on the window sill and looked out. As soon as the window was pushed open, Xiao Feichen was lost in his eyes, and several pages of his homework book were scratched open.

He hurriedly closed the window again, and tidied up in a hurry for a long time.

After collecting, he sat on the bed and stared at the window for a while, then glanced at the alarm clock, it was 32:[-].

Xia Liang said yesterday that it should not exceed two o'clock.

He fumbled here and there idly, and tugged at his clothes. He glanced outside the door. Grandpa was taking a nap, so he probably wouldn't suddenly come looking for him, so he reached out and groped under the pillow a little sneakily.

The tactile feeling of pressing your fingers on the phone is still amazing.

Whether it was at Xia Liang's house yesterday, or in his own bed now.

Yesterday, Xia Liang dragged him into the house without talking nonsense, and handed him a mobile phone directly, which surprised Liu Xiaoman.

"What?" He didn't dare to answer it, stared at the phone for a while, then looked up at Xia Liang.

"Hold it and use it first, the old one." Xia Liang patted his phone in his arms, went to the refrigerator to get a bottle of soy milk, touched the refrigerator twice, didn't touch the screwdriver, and he didn't bother to look around, and used his teeth to gently With a knock, the lid was lifted and opened effortlessly.

Putting down the soy milk, he went to get another can of beer.

For a moment, Liu Xiaoman didn't know whether to praise his dental skills first, or to be surprised by the mobile phone in his arms.

"I don't need it, don't give it to me." He put the phone on the table, as if hiding something, and took a step back.

"Why?" Xia Liang smiled at his evasive appearance, as if it was a lot of fun, "You think I'm doing it for you?"

The roots of Liu Xiaoman's ears burned, and he lost any desire to express in an instant, and his face was still a little tight.

"I was thinking, during the few days of the holiday, in case I need my right hand, such as lack of toothpaste, want to eat some pancakes, let you do my homework..." Xia Liang squeezed the beer from top to bottom The mouth of the can, brought it to his mouth and took a sip. While drinking, he handed it out from the top of the can with a smile in his eyes, looking at Liu Xiaoman.

Liu Xiaoman: "..."

This man is really shameless.

Xia Liang put down the beer, handed him the soy milk, and said, "Or catch you tomorrow, you're a cat, where can I catch you?"

The mobile phone is indeed old. I couldn't find it at home the day I lost my hand. Grandpa thought he sold it, but it turned out two days ago.

His cell phone has also been repaired, so he doesn't need it, it's still on hold anyway, just happened to be Liu Xiaoman coming over today, think about it, it's the same for him to use, and it will be more convenient.

In the end, Liu Xiaoman didn't focus on this. He looked at Xia Liang while clutching the soy milk bottle, and whispered, "You touched your teeth."

"..." Xia Liang almost laughed out of his anger, leaned on the refrigerator, tilted his head to look at him, "You are a man, why are there so many things?"

Saying so, he still pulled out a clean straw from somewhere, or the kind that was so long that it could tie a flower, tied a knot and inserted it into the mouth of Liu Xiaoman's glass bottle. Not in a good mood: "Drink."

Looking at Xia Liang like this, Liu Xiaoman obviously wanted to laugh when he was stunned, his eyes were bent, and he took a sip from the straw.

Later yesterday, Liu Xiaoman hardly spoke much - he didn't know what to say at first, and Xia Liang always stopped him after two or three sentences.

As long as Xia Liang moves his "arm" out, all the unreasonable reasons will become reasonable, and he can only suck on the straw and drink soy milk in silence.

Should.

Liu Xiaoman scolded himself in his heart.

Who let you indirectly hurt someone's arm.

Eat shit and learn a lesson, Liu Xiaoman.

"I didn't ask you to hold it for other purposes. The phone card is my old card. No one is looking for it. My current phone number is stored in it. So, the only contact you have is me." Xia Liang said Save your own number, "Got it?"

"Then can I use this to send text messages to Brother Yangyang?" Liu Xiaoman asked.

Xia Liang raised one eyebrow abruptly.

"It's like I want to ask him a question in the middle of the night, okay?" He quickly added.

"What do you think?" Xia Liang looked at him.

"Oh." Liu Xiaoman stopped talking.

Xia Liang threw the phone at him: "Go do your own research, I'll call you tomorrow."

"Then what if it breaks?" Liu Xiaoman quickly picked it up, as if he had taken a thunderbolt, and asked Xia Liang cautiously.

"As long as you don't smash it for fun, it's not that easy to break." Xia Liang went to the yard to light a cigarette.

"It's not broken, why don't you use it?" Liu Xiaoman followed out and asked.

"Why are there so many?" Xia Liang bit his cigarette and turned his head to glance at him, "I'll take it for you."

Liu Xiaoman pouted lightly.

He didn't see Xiaoguo when he arrived yesterday.

When he came out of Xia Liang's house and walked towards his own house at the entrance of the alley, his phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket, and he almost didn't react.

Take it out to see, the caller actually called "answer the phone".

"Hello?" Liu Xiaoman was inexplicably guilty when he slid down to answer the call, feeling that the passers-by around him knew that he was using someone else's mobile phone.

"Can you hear me?" Xia Liang's voice came from the receiver.

Probably because of the electric current, and also because he just drank beer and smoked a cigarette, his voice was a bit rusty.

Liu Xiaoman's face next to the earpiece went numb inexplicably, as if he had been fed music into his ears that day.

"Oh." He answered a little nervously, and subconsciously lifted the receiver out, otherwise there would be an illusion that Xia Liang was too close to him.

"Oh what," Xia Liang laughed, "As long as it works, hang up."

When Liu Xiaoman came back to his senses, the other end had already been put down.

He stared at the phone for a while, and found that the phone would turn off without pressing the power button, so he went home with this new gadget that didn't belong to him.

He didn't dare to study it when he got home, Liu Xiaoman always felt that Xia Liang could see what he was doing with his mobile phone, and every time he pressed it, the feeling of "other people's things" was too strong.

Moreover, he didn't want his grandfather to find out that he brought back a classmate's mobile phone.

It all happened inexplicably, and he didn't know how to explain it.

Still staring at the phone by the bed in a daze, the screen suddenly turned on.

Liu Xiaoman's eyes followed Zhang Yuan, and sure enough, "answer the phone" flashed on the screen.

He quickly picked up the phone and answered it before it started vibrating.

"So fast." Xia Liang said, his voice was a little fuzzy, with the sound of screaming outside.

Liu Xiaoman didn't dare to speak, and even breathed lightly.

"It's not convenient to make a sound?" Fortunately, Xia Liang guessed it, and said directly: "Then come down, I'm downstairs at your house."

This was the first time other than Fan Yiyang, someone his age was waiting for him downstairs.

Liu Xiaoman couldn't help but put his forehead against the window and glance down.

Xia Liang was getting off the back seat of a car. Today he was wearing a white half-length jacket that looked a bit stiff. Liu Xiaoman couldn't tell what the style was, but he thought it was cool. He also wore a black baseball cap. He and the black mask also looked up.

He only knew that Liu Xiaoman's house was in this building, but he didn't know where it was, so he looked at it casually, squinting because of the wind.

Liu Xiaoman let out a hasty "Hmm" from his nasal cavity, and hung up the phone quickly.

When he tiptoed to put on his shoes and went out, he almost felt that he was going to run away from home, or to participate in some mysterious and inconvenient activities.

The car was called directly by Xia Liang, and it didn't leave. Xia Liang pushed Liu Xiaoman into the car as soon as he went downstairs. The driver stepped on the accelerator, and then drove towards the destination.

"They've arrived." Xia Liang leaned on the seat and pressed his phone.

Liu Xiaoman said "Oh".

Then he didn't know what to say, and stared at the ever-changing scenery outside the window.

The distance was not too far, Xia Liang answered the phone, and Liu Xiaoman could hear Luo Hao's loud voice from a short distance away, and the background music was already playing, and he couldn't stop him from "fucking" over there." "Fuck" and yelled: "You bastard, why don't you come and take it first, we are like fucking idiots, we don't know each other, and we stare at each other... No Wait a minute, ah, I remembered, you kid Isn’t it the one who wanted to close the window and clamp me to death last time?”

"Ah? Who?" Dynasty also shouted back.

Xia Liang laughed several times before stopping, glanced out of the window, and said, "We're on the bridge, and we'll be there in a few minutes."

After speaking, he hung up the phone.

Liu Xiaoman couldn't help but look at him and said, "You are so straightforward every time you hang up the phone."

"Huh?" Xia Liang raised his eyelids to look at him, "I'm used to it. If you like to hang up first, I'll leave it to you later."

"I'm not..." Liu Xiaoman opened his mouth.

"What?" Xia Liang said.

"It's nothing, just pretend I didn't say anything." Liu Xiaoman sighed.

Xia Liang answered those words as if he was asking for something.

It was fine before departure and on the road, but when the car really stopped and the destination was in front of him, Liu Xiaoman couldn't help becoming nervous again.

It's not the usual nervousness, it's even more nervous than when he was blindly recalling the past in class yesterday.

"Otherwise, I'd still..." He was really a little scared, Xia Liang had already got out of the car and came around, pulled his car door open, and he was still lying on the back seat with half of his buttocks, thinking "squeaky" Back off.

"Why are you acting like a girl?" Seeing his pitiful appearance, Xia Liang mercilessly pulled Liu Xiaoman out of the carriage.

In order to prevent him from wanting to run again, he directly raised his hand to wrap him under his arm, gave a "fuck" sound, and walked towards the wind in the shopping mall where "Singing for the Galaxy" was.

Liu Xiaoman listened to the whistling wind in his ears, but luckily there were not so many people out shopping because of the strong wind today.

Although there are not many now, but according to the posture of the National Day holidays in previous years, this kind of place should be crowded with people at the moment. Among other things, passers-by who watched the two young men with broken arms insisted on singing despite the cold wind would have to There are two laps.

He himself was almost moved by their spirit.

After entering the shopping mall, the wind suddenly died down, and both of them breathed a sigh of relief as if they were half alive.

"The hat almost flew off me." Xia Liang let go of Liu Xiaoman, pulled down the mask and put it around, raised his hand to press down the hat, and began to look for the elevator.

He also glanced at Liu Xiaoman: "Don't run, don't lose it, follow me."

Liu Xiaoman exhaled again.

It's really unreasonable to run away now.

But walking in this kind of place, he is indeed awkward, not the familiar two points and one line in the familiar street and familiar school, and the intuitive sizing of strangers in a strange environment makes him very nervous.

Xia Liang felt it.

He has always felt that Liu Xiaoman is so strong and calm among people of the same age that he has grown up to now, which is rare.

It seems not.

Regardless of whether the arm has been broken for ten years or 20 years, the things that are forced to lose will always become the weight of life passively borne, and become a permanent shortcoming in the heart.

Even if you tell yourself "don't care what other people think" a thousand times or ten thousand times for ten years, you can't really do it. Every time you come to a new environment, this kind of psychological construction has to be rebuilt and collapsed over and over again. , and rebuild.

Such a thin body.

Xia Liang looked back at him again.

really not easy.

Turning around and following the signs to the elevator room, neither of them saw where the elevator was. Xia Liang walked a few more steps in, only to find that the elevator was hidden inside, and the door was surrounded by two huge The claw machine is blocked.

What a fucking design genius.

He turned half his body, came out and pushed the door open, trying to call Liu Xiaoman over.

As a result, when he poked his head around, Liu Xiaoman was still staring at the claw machine outside, with that kind of interested but embarrassed gaze.

Suddenly he couldn't open his mouth.

A child who grew up with only one hand must have never tried this thing once.

Although it's actually quite boring.

Xia Liang sighed in his heart, went to stand behind Liu Xiaoman, and asked, "Want to play?"

"Ah?" Liu Xiaoman's reaction seemed to be discovered by someone for some shady purpose, almost bouncing up, and he opened his mouth to deny first: "No, I'll just take a look."

Xia Liang almost got his chin pressed against him again, and moved to the side with a "hey", quickly glanced at the doll machine, and saw the payment by scanning the code.

He took out his phone and scanned it.

"What are you doing?" Liu Xiaoman stared at him, "I really don't want to play."

"I'm playing." Xia Liang said.

He typed a series of rhythms on the console with his left hand, studied it, and found that this machine was different from the ones he had played before. It had two handles, one for horizontal control and one for vertical control, plus a confirmation button. One remote with one button is dumber and harder to grasp.

"I want my right hand." Xia Liang held the remote control on the left by himself, glanced at Liu Xiaoman, and raised his chin to the remote control on the right.

Liu Xiaoman just looked at him.

"This thing counts time. If you want to be touched and happy, you can express it later." Xia Liang urged him.

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, the music immediately started "tick-tick".

Liu Xiaoman didn't know what mood he was in now, whether it was as touching and happy as Xia Liang said, he was quite confused, because it was too sudden, and he didn't have any mental preparations, so he opened the grabbing doll for no reason. he.

but……

He couldn't tell what it was that was hot and swollen outwards from his chest.

Very full, very full, especially at the moment when he grasped the other handle, something hidden deep in his heart, never embarrassed to tell anyone—including the insignificant little girl who never dared to mention to grandpa and Fan Yiyang His little wish came true just like that, and he really felt a little bit of joy for nothing.

And the person who helped him realize it was actually Xia Liang.

"Is yours horizontal or vertical? Move it." Xia Liang said, almost sticking to his left ear.

They have one left hand and one right hand, and the control panel is narrow, so they have to stand next to each other in order to cooperate well. Xia Liang is taller than him, and his frame is also bigger than him, almost covering Liu Xiaoman's chest from the side and rear.

But Liu Xiaoman didn't care about the embarrassment caused by too close contact at the moment, he manipulated his remote control with the rigor of doing a math problem, and pushed it over a big octopus with its teeth and claws bit by bit.

"Want this?" Xia Liang laughed.

"It's easy to grasp." Liu Xiaoman also smiled.

"That's it." Xia Liang leaned forward again, looked at the angle, and adjusted it again.

The urging sound has already sounded now, if you don't press it down, the robot hand will fall down by itself.

"It's almost done, press it." Xia Liang said.

"I press it?" Liu Xiaoman looked at the big red button near Xia Liang's hand.

"Quick!" Xia Liang pushed the back of his head with his chin.

When Liu Xiaoman stretched out his hand towards him, the mechanical hand shook, Xia Liang's eyebrows twitched, and subconsciously stretched out his hand, which just covered Liu Xiaoman's hand, and pressed the confirmation button with both hands at the same time.

"I..." They both wanted to talk to each other, and when they turned their faces away, Liu Xiaoman's lips brushed the corner of Xia Liang's mouth.

"Congratulations!" There was a "ding bang" from the claw machine.

Xia Liang looked down subconsciously.

Their big octopus with its teeth and claws unexpectedly caught it, and it had been thrown in by the robot from the delivery port, and its face was stuck in the exit with a distorted face and stared at them.

"What are you doing?" He calmly raised the back of his hand and wiped the corner of his mouth, then stared at Liu Xiaoman who was completely down.

Liu Xiaoman: "...?!"

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