Xiaoman

Xia Liang smiled for a while, and kept supporting his head while watching Liu Xiaoman not move.

Liu Xiaoman didn't want to talk to him, the class bell rang, he finished the last question that he had just written half, and took out the red pen to prepare the answer.

He is a student who has to carry a schoolbag with him to and from school every day. He has a lot of notes and exercise books. He is used to putting away the books first every time, and then inserting the pen vertically through the seam of the bag after wearing the bag.

There is no pen case, and it is inconvenient to pull and close it with one hand, and there are not so many pens to hold.

——It wasn't that many at first, but after getting to know Xia Liang, he has now developed the habit of stuffing two extra pens in his bag.

Liu Xiaoman couldn't help but glanced at Xia Liang's table bucket. Xia Liang had two hands to eat pens. Every time he took a pen from him, he didn't know where to throw it after a while. When he needed to use the pen again I didn't bother to look for it, so I took it directly from him.

Although he didn't have much time to use the pen.

If you keep this state until the day of graduation, like that kind of cartoon villain, holding Xia Liang by the ankle and shaking him upside down, you will definitely be able to shake your pens all over the floor.

As soon as he thought of this, the red pen he took out knocked against the edge of the table, and flicked to Xia Liang's side, and another pen came out and fell to the ground.

"My pen." Liu Xiaoman lowered his arm to pick up the pen, beckoning Xia Liang to hand him the red pen.

Xia Liang originally pinched it and gave it to him, but when he saw Liu Xiaoman's hand stretched out towards him, the hand holding the pen suddenly had a thought of its own, pushed the pen holder into the palm of his hand with his thumb, and passed the pen against the pen with his index finger. past.

While doing this, he remembered eating with adults when he was a child, and those uncles and aunts on the table loved to tease the child when they had nothing to do, and asked him to pinch something to feed him, and took the opportunity to swipe his fingers.

When he was a child, he was most annoyed by these, and found them dirty and boring.

Now he seems to be able to understand this kind of thing suddenly, and he also feels that he may be really boring. Before, there were Guo Wei Luohao and the others in the class messing around, and it was difficult to be quiet all day long. Can be a tease Liu Xiaoman.

Every time I either don’t tease him, or I don’t want to stop when I tease him, and the more I tease him, the more I want to tease him. Seeing that he doesn’t know how to retaliate, he can only look embarrassed and angry with red ears. He can entertain for a long time.

Sure enough, Liu Xiaoman didn't react, and grabbed Xia Liang's fingers and the pen holder into his hand without any precaution.

Suddenly, he touched a hand, and it was Xia Liang's hand. His palm felt numb like an electric shock, and he almost threw his hand away.

Xia Liang stared blankly at him for a moment, then quickly took the pen away, holding the pen holder as if he hadn't touched anything, and couldn't help but want to laugh again.

Liu Xiaoman's palms are just like his own, soft and soft.

After withdrawing his hand, he loosely clasped his gripped index finger, and rubbed his thumb over the knuckles. In line with Liu Xiaoman's reaction, he also pretended that nothing happened, picked up the phone and continued to swipe.

Li Meng and Wang Chao went to the bathroom for half a class, and when they came back, they each hid a bag of rolled dough in their sleeves.

It is sold at the back door of the school. Liu Xiaoman knew it before eating it. It was a magical stall. It not only sold rolled noodles, but also instant noodles. Students make deals.

I don’t know if it’s really delicious, or if contemporary students just like this kind of business model where they have nothing to do to find excitement. Many students go to buy noodles and eat instant noodles when they study at night. Later, the school is forced to pack it I set up a surveillance camera near there, and made a surprise attack if there is nothing to do, and sent out some photos of students skipping class to eat noodles, so that the class teachers can claim it by themselves.

"Hey, Liu Xiaoman," Li Meng chewed his dough with his waist in his mouth, and interrupted his distraction in a low voice, "Is my brother Yang still coming tonight?"

"Who?" Liu Xiaoman was stunned, suspecting that he had heard it wrong.

"Fan Yiyang, I'm Fan Shen, I'm his fanboy now." Li Meng said.

"You touch your face." Wang Chao ate in the same shape as him, and continued.

"What are you doing?" Li Meng rubbed the back of his hand, "Is it sticky?"

"Momo is still there." Wang Chao said.

"Fuck you, I'm serious," Li Meng stretched out his foot to kick him, "I told my mother that my progress depends on my back desk and his good friend Fan Shen giving me extra lessons, my mother almost Didn't ask me to come and hang you two in red... Hiss is so spicy!"

Liu Xiaoman: "..."

"I have to keep on doing this. I will learn more about being next to God Fan, and my mother can read me a few words less when I go back later." Li Meng gulped down a mouthful of Coca-Cola and murmured.

These words were too much for people to know what to say, and the first thing Liu Xiaoman felt guilty about was "his good friend".

He couldn't help but glance at Xia Liang.

Xia Liang leaned back on the stool, looking at his phone with his legs crossed, without even lifting his eyes.

Liu Xiaoman was a little bit annoyed, it was all because of Xia Liang, who had been using the term "jiyou" for several years, and he used to understand it as a "good friend", but now he has one foot stuck in "Do you like Fan Yiyang?" I was sobbing in the abyss of my heart, and every "friend" mentioned it in my heart.

"He won't come today." Liu Xiaoman stood there for a while, but still only answered the main question.

Li Meng let out a "fuck" in great disappointment.

"What about you? Do you still want to stay?" He asked again full of hope.

"Me neither..." Liu Xiaoman thought for two seconds.

"Fuck!" Li Meng didn't wait for him to finish, he turned back and continued eating the noodles.

There are still 10 minutes before the end of school, and the class has completely relaxed, making preparations for the end of get out of class bell.

"Xia Liang." Liu Xiaoman hesitated for a while, then called Xia Liang.

"Yes." Xia Liang agreed while swiping his phone.

"Can I use your mobile phone to find English listening?" Liu Xiaoman said.

"Do you know?" Xia Liang rolled his eyelids and glanced at him, "I don't even understand Jiugongge."

"..." I haven't eaten pork, can't I think about it and smell it?

"Aren't you going to listen with your brother Yangyang?" Xia Liang said.

"I also want to listen at home." Liu Xiaoman said.

"Come here, I'll teach you." Xia Liang glanced at the cover of the audiobook on Liu Xiaoman's desk, and pressed a few times on his phone.

Liu Xiaoman immediately dragged the stool and sat down.

"Browser, this, just click on it and you can search directly." There are a lot of things like this when you search, and Xia Liang doesn't know which one is which, so he casually throws the phone into Liu Xiaoman's arms, "Think about it yourself. "

That's it.

"Then every time I listen to it, can I just search for this?" Liu Xiaoman asked him while grabbing his phone.

"Well, fine." Xia Liang said.

"Can't run?" Liu Xiaoman asked again?

"Who?" Xia Liang looked at him suspiciously.

"That's it, the searched ones won't be gone, right?" Liu Xiaoman put his phone on the table, with some air between his fingers, afraid of clicking on something wrong on the screen, he pointed vaguely at the searched results .

He still knows how to search things, but he can’t play. He used the school computer to search for history questions in computer class before, but that’s when he found a particularly good video, a documentary, about the age of great navigation. I made a note of where the location was, but I wanted to look for it in the next class. At the same location, the video changed to "Liu Mei asked Liu Xing for a tutor, but the teacher turned out to be her".

"...Generally not." Xia Liang admired himself for understanding what Liu Xiaoman wanted to express, and sighed silently.

He took the phone over and opened a random webpage to show him: "If you can't find it, you can bookmark the website, click here, bookmark it, and if you want to find it later, go directly from 'My Favorites'..."

When the thumb came to the top of "My Favorites", Xia Liang suddenly thought of something and stopped.

"Huh?" Liu Xiaoman was still waiting to look at his collection, and looked up at him.

"You..." Xia Liang turned his face to meet his gaze, hesitant to speak.

too close.

Both had this feeling.

After the Yinhe sang, this was the second time their faces were so close to each other. They looked at each other's lips almost at the same time, and at the same time they realized what they were looking at, and they diverged in the middle of the road. looked away.

"Don't collect it, just search it." Xia Liang directly locked the phone screen, looked at the back of Wang Chao's head and cleared his throat.

"Oh." Liu Xiaoman's eyelashes were always trembling, but he didn't dare to ask more questions, and dragged the stool towards him.

Within 2 minutes, the school bell finally rang, and the class rushed out one by one like bees leaving the nest.

Xia Liang pushed the table away and stood up, turned around and took two steps, and stopped again when he found something in his pocket.

Liu Xiaoman could feel that Xia Liang had stopped, but he didn't look back, he couldn't help silently wondering what Xia Liang was doing and what he was looking at.

"Snapped."

Just as he was thinking, something was thrown from behind, over his head, and landed on the table with force.

A pair of headphones.

It was Xia Liang's earphones, a white earphone cable, and two earplugs. With the falling angle and inertial force, one of the earphones wrapped around his pen nib tenderly.

Liu Xiaoman was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Xia Liang, but Xia Liang left immediately after throwing away the earphones.

If there is no such earphone, Liu Xiaoman may go to the hearing department before he even says he is looking for the hearing department.

Originally, this was just a recent idea. It was not like memorizing and doing questions. It was something that had to be done every day when I got home. It was his task.

Moreover, there was a grandfather at home, so he didn't dare to let it out openly.

But with headphones, this little plan seemed to become clear at once.

There is absolutely no reason not to try it.

Liu Xiaoman is like a person who wants to paint gets a paintbrush, and a person who wants to eat gets chopsticks, more of a kind of inner warmth and encouragement.

On the way back, he always wanted to touch Xia Liang's earphones in his pocket. As soon as his fingers were wrapped around those soft coils, it was as if his heart had been grabbed by a small hand, and he felt an indescribable itch.

Separated from Fan Yiyang downstairs at home, when he returned home, he accompanied his grandfather to clean up today's leftovers, washed up quickly, and then went back to the room to do homework, wanting to solve the rest as soon as possible, wearing earphones to listen.

At first, he thought that he would be unable to sit still like grass growing on his butt, but the habit of these years has formed an instinct. When he started to do the questions, he quickly entered the state.

When today's tasks are completed, the time is the same as usual, nearly 11:30.

Climbing onto the bed with the earphones in hand, he first checked his text messages, calls and WeChat. Except for the dozen or so "Come and save me" that Li Meng sent in the afternoon, there was no other news.

He found a few webpages in the search engine that Xia Liangzhi gave him, and also found a website dedicated to providing their hearing aids. He put on the earphones and heard the familiar prelude playing, and he felt that his listening and reading skills could immediately soar. order.

After clicking several playbacks in a row, he got up and did another set of listening tests. He went to the bathroom contentedly. Grandpa had already fallen asleep. He checked the lights on the windows and doors, and then turned off the lights and went to bed.

The phone was still on the website just now, dazzlingly bright in the suddenly darkened room.

Liu Xiaoman remembered that Xia Liang mentioned half of his unfinished collection, even though he had already copied down the URL, he still felt the need to come here.

It doesn't matter if it's necessary or not, the main thing is itching.

After all, this is Xia Liang's phone, and he still dare not flip through other software.

According to Xia Liangjiao, he first clicked on the star symbol of favorites, then went to the homepage and looked for "My Favorites".

One click, besides the URL he just saved on the top, there are many old favorites below, which should be left by Xia Liang when he used this phone before.

Looking at the time, it has been two or three years, and it should still be in junior high school.

Liu Xiaoman roughly glanced at it, but didn't look at it very carefully. He remembered that in the classroom at night, Xia Liang paused before clicking on the collection, and belatedly realized that there should be some collection that he didn't want people to see.

Although there is nothing shady about these things at the moment, they are basically related to games and movies, and there are a few English entries at the bottom of the page.

Liu Xiaoman couldn't help looking over, and a few prominent words came into view.

xxx...Gxy|po|rn...com...

……Um?