Xiaoman

Liu Xiaoman moved towards Xia Liang, paying special attention to controlling the distance, not daring to let the two stand next to each other.

"What's wrong?" He asked Xia Liang.

"You are my right hand, so far away from me?" Xia Liang looked at him and said.

It's too close.

Liu Xiaoman answered in his heart.

He drooped his eyelids uncomfortably, feeling that he would never dare to look at Xia Liang so closely again in a short time.

Besides, what Xia Liang said sounds reasonable at first glance, but it is actually not a valid proposition at all.

But whether it is reasonable or not, just like Xia Liang gave him the old mobile phone yesterday, as long as Xia Liang recovers, Liu Xiaoman has to recognize the identity of "Xia Liang's right hand".

He is quite willing to admit it, at this moment.

On such occasions, he felt at ease being able to sit with people he knew, and it was really unpleasant to be alone.

"You're that little disabled man? I've heard of you, Liu Xiaoman." Guo Wei stepped across Xia Liang's lap, holding a wine bottle in his hand, and sized him up while shouting, "I didn't look closely last time, Luo Hao Say you and Xia Liang are still at the same table?"

"En." Liu Xiaoman nodded.

"Why don't you sing? You two are at the same table, and you are quite assimilated." Guo Wei laughed, took a beer from the table and knocked it in front of Liu Xiaoman, "Then you drink it! See you soon, my name is Guo Wei, I used to be a buddy in the same class as Luo Hao and Xia Liang!"

"Thank you, I won't drink." Liu Xiaoman shook his head hastily.

"Don't drink?" Guo Wei glanced at Xia Liang, "No, then why are you two here? One left and one right... fit together?"

They usually don't pay much attention to their speech, and they can make all kinds of jokes. Liu Xiaoman has been annoyed by Luo Hao a few times, and he is basically numb, but now he is asking him so continuously, he is still out of words, and he can't open his mouth. Know what to say.

Fortunately, Xia Liang raised his leg and blocked Guo Wei back: "Don't tease my right hand."

"Oh, fuck me!" Guo Wei laughed, slapped the sofa and moved his butt back, raised his hand to make a frame, like a child gesturing for a camera, looking at Xia Liang and Liu Xiaoman through the frame: "This is you The right hand, it looks like she is your little daughter-in-law! It’s even protected! Why haven’t you seen me protect me before?”

"You are ugly." Xia Liang said.

"You dog day also found out!" Luo Hao didn't know when he paid attention to them, screamed strangely, jumped over and squatted next to Guo Wei, and bumped him, "I told you, he broke his arm and his whole body Du Xialiang has become more conscientious, and he doesn't feel too nervous..."

Speaking of this, Luo Hao's smile suddenly became wretched. He pretended to hold something with his right hand, made a gesture that boys can understand, and said to Xia Liang with a smile: "Do you still lack your right hand? I can do it for you too. I can help you with anything!"

"Aren't you fucking disgusting?" Guo Wei smiled and pushed Luo Hao away with his shoulder, "Do you need me? My good brother is playing with his left hand!"

"Oh—!" Half of the people in the box laughed strangely.

"It's over?" Xia Liang looked at them a little speechlessly, "I don't want to talk to you if I can't see girls?"

"Did you hear that? Everyone deserves to be single!" Luo Hao immediately scolded.

"Hey, sing and sing!" Guo Wei shouted, "Who is it?"

"It's still a male and female duet, Yutou and the monitor come!" Li Meng coaxed, and several people in the class also shouted.

Xia Liang sighed, reached for his coat to take out his cell phone, and turned his head to find Liu Xiaoman, who had been silent for a long time, was quietly looking at him out of the corner of his eyes.

With a smile that I didn't have time to close.

"Look at what?" Xia Liang asked.

"Huh? It's nothing." Liu Xiaoman glanced at him and quickly put away his expression.

Xia Liang raised an eyebrow.

With more and more contact, many times he really felt that Liu Xiaoman was very interesting.

Obviously, he would be stunned for a long time if his lips were accidentally touched, but now he really listened to some nonsensical words, but he was quite calm.

After all, it's still masculine.

The reason why I was dumbfounded just now is because I took it for granted that kissing is a matter of talking to girls, so I was dumbfounded.

After all, masturbation is a topic among male compatriots—or it may be that they have finally recovered from the round of astonishment that rubbed their lips—so listening to it is like listening to a joke, without thinking about yourself, nor Seriously.

Now others continue to sing what they should sing and make noise, and in the environment of a group of people barking their teeth and claws, Liu Xiaoman sits on the sofa and plays with himself, his profile is quiet.

Xia Liang looked at him, just like he looked at Liu Xiaoman who asked him what he wanted to say on the edge of the small court that day, and suddenly wanted to tease him again.

Using "tease" is not so accurate.

Xia Liang was surrounded by the shabby grandsons like Luo Hao all the year round, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

Liu Xiaoman should be the quietest boy he has ever seen in so many years.

Regardless of emotion or expression, or personality, in this age group where everyone is arrogant and eager to express, it presents a rare gentleness.

No ribs or thorns.

Even sometimes, she is more... innocent than most girls.

Let him have nothing to do, just want to tease him, want to see what kind of reaction this innocent little boy will give when a small eye is poked open on a certain layer of window paper.

In fact, it was quite boring, and he couldn't explain why Liu Xiaoman gave him such an "addiction".

The boy who made him feel this way last time was still in...

His train of thought got stuck, Xia Liang cut it off directly, and didn't continue to think about it.

It's too vague, and many thoughts that were ignorant back then, I didn't understand at the time, but now I understand, I don't want to dig too clearly, it's meaningless.

On the contrary, Liu Xiaoman, he thought about his simple and boring growth process, and the name he could say all day long seemed to be Fan Yiyang.

Brother Yang Yang.

Brother Yang Yang is short.

A boy with introverted and quiet emotions, from a few years old to a teenager now, every two or three years will be twenty, and all the emotional focus other than family affection is all born in another brother and friend, Brother Yangyang body.

Follow behind Fan Yiyang's ass, just look at him and follow him.

You can't allow others to say something bad about Fan Yiyang.

In Xia Liang's mind, every time he told Liu Xiaoman about his favorite brother Yangyang, Liu Xiaoman reacted with embarrassment and helplessness, and the feeling of wanting to "tease" him was added.

It's too basic, Liu Xiaoman.

When Ji Cheng was like this, he even asked himself if it was strange for a man to like a man.

If it was Fan Yiyang who turned his face and kissed him when he was catching the doll just now, I don't know how he would react.

Xia Liang couldn't help thinking.

Maybe I can laugh out loud in my dreams.

When it was almost time for dinner, Li Meng began to prepare to move his position. He reserved a table in advance and went downstairs to eat barbecue by himself.

"I won't go." Liu Xiaoman said to Li Meng, "My grandfather doesn't know that I'm out to play, so I have to go home to eat."

"Ah? Let's go now?" Li Meng was stunned, "You didn't play anything, you didn't sing the song, so why not eat something? You didn't eat the cake, so use my mobile phone to call your grandfather?"

"No, you guys go." Liu Xiaoman shook his head a little embarrassedly, and after thinking about it, added, "Happy birthday."

"Then you..." Li Meng scratched his hair and turned to look at Xia Liang.

"I'll call you a car." Xia Liang took out his phone.

"No need," Liu Xiaoman said hastily, "I'll just go out and get one myself."

"You go, take a taxi here at this hour, you have to take a taxi until we finish eating and go downstairs, so you can go back with Xia Liang." Luo Hao answered.

Liu Xiaoman glanced at him, really didn't want to speak.

I can't take the bus if I can't hit it?

"I'm called. You have to come here in a few minutes, let's go down first." Xia Liang stood up and took his coat, and asked which floor Li Meng Hotel is on, and he will go up directly later.

"So fast?" Liu Xiaoman was stunned, "Then I'll go down by myself, don't go."

"Do you know which one it is?" Xia Liang glanced at him.

...You told me the license plate number.

Xia Liang had already opened the door of the private room and went out, Liu Xiaoman hurriedly said something, and hurriedly followed in a daze.

Leaving the Milky Way singing, the bright lights of the shopping mall made Liu Xiaoman feel like seeing the sun again.

The same as when he came, he followed Xia Liang, entered the elevator and exited the elevator. After a day of strong wind outside, he finally took a breath in the evening, and went out through the large turnstile of the shopping mall, and there were many more people shopping and eating.

The car was parked on the opposite side of the road. After checking the license plate number, Xia Liang pointed it out to Liu Xiaoman: "That white car with double flashing lights, you can just go up and sit, and get off directly when you get home, no need to pay."

Liu Xiaoman was still nodding in front of him, and when he heard the last sentence, he glanced at Xia Liang: "Then I'll give you the money later."

He picked up the big octopus in his hand again: "There is still money to catch this."

After thinking about it, I added a sentence: "There is also the car money when you come."

"Can you..." Xia Liang stopped pulling out the lighter to light a cigarette, and looked at him helplessly.

He originally wanted to ask if he could stop being so rigid, but after thinking about Liu Xiaoman, he would still count, so he changed the subject and said, "It's all for breakfast."

Liu Xiaoman nodded: "Alright."

"But did you underestimate it?" Xia Liang continued.

"What?" Liu Xiaoman asked.

"You take advantage of my freshman year, how do you count?" Xia Liang asked.

Liu Xiaoman couldn't understand what he meant in the first second, but when he realized what "taking advantage" meant, he was completely stunned.

Subconsciously, he glanced at the corner of Xia Liang's mouth, and the tingling sensation when he brushed it over it revived instantly on his lips.

The sense of shame that he had managed to suppress in half an afternoon also exploded from the soles of his feet straight to his brain.

This time Liu Xiaoman was really shocked by Xia Liang's shamelessness.

Such a thing!

Shouldn't both parties pretend it never happened, gradually forget it, and take it into the coffin and bury it when they die?

"You," as soon as he blushed, he started to talk stupidly again, blushing and messing up his head, and blurted out, "Why didn't you say that you took advantage of me?"

"Oh." Xia Liang didn't expect him to be able to hold back such a sentence, lowered his eyelids and smiled, and nodded, "It's fine if you want to."

"...I think?" Liu Xiaoman slowly opened his eyes.

"Then I owe you one time." Xia Liang said.

Liu Xiaoman didn't want to talk anymore, and didn't want to ask Xia Liang what he owed him once, so he simply turned around and left with his big octopus.

"Call me when you arrive." Xia Liang said something behind him.

"...It's inconvenient to make a phone call." Although he was feeling suffocated and confused, he still stopped and turned his head hesitantly: "Is it okay to send a text message?"

"It's up to you." Xia Liang hooked up the corner of his mouth again, and leaned against a road sign post to look at him.

Liu Xiaoman's heart skipped a beat, and a horn beeped beside him, and he turned away quickly.

When he got in the car, he could feel Xia Liang was still looking at him from the opposite side.

But he didn't have the nerve to look back, he hurriedly opened the car door and got into the back seat, and confirmed the address with the master.

After the car drove a few meters, he rolled down the car window, squinting his eyes because of the wind and did not dare to close it, until the heat on his face went down, and he quietly exhaled.

It's been a day.

what with what.

When they got downstairs, Liu Xiaoman thanked the driver first, and asked, "How much is the fare?"

"Just pay directly on your mobile phone." The driver clicked to end the trip.

"It's not the car I ordered," Liu Xiaoman explained to him, "It's my friend. I want to know how much I should give him."

The driver laughed "ah" and said, "We're all friends and you're still so polite, just give him 23."

Liu Xiaoman also smiled, felt that the phones of Big Octopus and Xia Liang were both there, and opened the door to get out of the car.

When going down, he was still a little cautious, afraid of being seen by his grandfather or Fan Yiyang, he thought to himself that he should have asked the driver to stop at the intersection just now, and walked over.

Fortunately, it was very windy today, and grandpa wasn't basking in the sun on the balcony. With a glance, there was no sign of Fan Yiyang on the road.

He hurried into the corridor entrance.

"Xiao Man?" As soon as one foot stepped on the stairs, a familiar voice came from the corner of the stairs.

Liu Xiaoman's eyebrows twitched.

For some people, life seems to be based entirely on Murphy's Law.

He raised his head guiltily, and met Fan Yiyang's staring gaze.