Xiaoman

Rushing into the yard, the sky had quickly darkened, and the ground was stirred up by a layer of faint rain and fog.

The rain was really sudden, it was a real gust of wind and rain, the raindrops were big and dense, they hit the head and face with a clear weight, and the two of them were half drenched with their heads in their pockets.

Xia Liang pushed open the door, and Liu Xiaoman followed him into the room, looking back to see if it was rain or hailstones.

It is rain.

He wiped the rain from his face.

It's too domineering.

Xia Liang entered the house without stopping, shaking his head to shake the water, he walked straight to the bathroom, while walking, he pulled up the hem of the clothes with his good left hand, twisted his neck and tore it off, casually throwing it on the ground.

Liu Xiaoman turned around, just in time to see Xia Liang's naked back.

There is still a little moisture on the back, and the shoulder blades stretch out beautiful curves and muscles with the movement of pulling the clothes.

His eyelids twitched, and he quickly moved his gaze away, vainly fixed on any place.

This came off too quickly.

From the corner of the eye, Xia Liang turned into a certain room but did not come out. He was standing on the small entrance, not knowing what to do for a moment.

Half of the body is wet, and I still wear shoes, so it is not easy to walk into other people's living rooms.

But standing here...

Where do you put your hands?

Still in a daze, Xia Liang came out of the bathroom.

There was a towel hanging around his neck, and he was carrying another in his hand. When Liu Xiaoman saw him coming out, his eyeballs started to flutter again. Xia Liang whistled, and without waiting for Liu Xiaoman's reaction, he raised his hand and threw the towel over. .

Liu Xiaoman was most afraid of throwing things away when others handed him things, so it was stupid and embarrassing to pick things up with his upper body with only one arm.

"Don't..." He didn't know whether he wanted to grab or block, but Xia Liang's aim was so good that he didn't use his hand at all, and the towel directly covered his face.

"..." Liu Xiaoman withdrew his unstretched arm, pressed it on the towel and slowly wiped his face.

It's dry, it seems to be new, and there is a fluffy smell unique to new towels.

Xia Liang found another pair of slippers for him, and Liu Xiaoman put them on. When he took off his shoes, he was relieved to see that the socks were not wet.

Otherwise, wet socks and toes would be too ugly in other people's homes.

In addition to Xia Liang's shoes, there were several pairs of obviously older shoes in the shoe cabinet. Liu Xiaoman just remembered this important matter, and hurriedly asked Xia Liang, "Is your grandpa at home?"

"I came out early at home." Xia Liang said in the bedroom.

Liu Xiaoman heaved a sigh of relief.

"Come here." Xia Liang called him again.

Liu Xiaoman went over with a towel and stopped at the door of Xia Liang's bedroom. The light in the bedroom was turned on, and Xia Liang was still shirtless, rummaging through the closet.

The last time I came here, I was too awkward to patronize, and my attention was also on the phone. I stayed in Xia Liang's bedroom for a while, and I almost didn't remember it like ginseng fruit swimming in Zhu Bajie's stomach.

Now he leaned against the door frame and looked again. Xia Liang's room was actually quite simple, but it had everything he needed. Compared with the layout of the living room outside, it was much more modern.

The bed is huge.

A large projection cloth hangs on the opposite wall.

There is no computer chair in front of the computer desk, but a high stool with an indescribable shape.

In the room, besides the wardrobe and computer desk, there was a small sofa against the wall beside the window. The window was open, and the dark curtains were mostly drawn, revealing a narrow sliver of gray sky and the sound of majestic rain. Fortunately, the rain did not flow. In the room, the curtains fluttered slightly, and the sofa was set off to look very high-end, but it didn't feel very comfortable, and the edges and corners were angular.

There are several storage shelves horizontally on the wall above the sofa, and some miscellaneous things are placed there, and there is a hemp rope mat under the sofa.

Don't you pinch your feet?

Liu Xiaoman couldn't help thinking.

Xia Liang's room is not very tidy, but it doesn't make people uncomfortable. Instead, it looks quite messy - one of the two pillows on the bed is crooked, and the thin blanket is not folded. I didn’t care about it when I got out of bed; there was a pair of trousers hanging on the top, and a coat with half of the sleeves slipped out; there were not many things on the table, chargers, masks, lighters, and half a bottle of mineral water that I didn’t finish. The position by the window Leaning on a big handful of fluffy hay.

It's not just grass.

Liu Xiaoman poked his head and took another look. It looked a bit like enlarged and elongated willow leaves. Under the long leaves, there were many gray and white things like small lotus pods. I don’t know if they were fruits or flower bones. Together, not at first glance, but also very good-looking.

"What kind of grass is that?" he asked.

"Eugalis." Xia Liang said without looking at it, "I have answered this question at least ten times."

"Everyone who comes to your house has to ask again?" Liu Xiaoman's gaze swiveled over his shoulder.

"It's Luo Hao who has to ask it every time he sees it." Xia Liang pulled out a black sleeveless vest, "Dog brain."

Liu Xiaoman couldn't help but also laughed, and said casually: "You can still make these things.

"My mother made it." Xia Liang said with his vest on, he lifted his chin into the closet, "Come here and change it yourself."

Liu Xiaoman hadn't heard Xia Liang mention his parents very much. The only impression he had was that the last time he came to Xia Liang's house, he heard that his parents were divorced, and then there was the big black car that he saw at the school gate when the school just started, and the one who chased him out of the car. Kicking his butt, he felt that it should be Xia Liang's father.

Xia Liang has a very "independent" taste, and he can talk and laugh, but he feels that he doesn't care about many things, even a little numb, mentioning his parents is like an old man who sells pancakes at the door Son, moreover, he is a real murderer when he is fierce, and he is really ruthless when he starts to fight. When he looks at people coldly, one of the two black eyes "rolls".

Liu Xiaoman was a little curious about his family, but he was just curious, some things could be asked but others were unnecessary, some people could dig into delicate topics, and some people couldn't.

Xia Liang obviously belongs to the latter group.

Liu Xiaoman was a little bit resistant to the second time he came to someone else's house and had to rummage through the closet and grab someone's clothes, so he sucked his body with a towel again, and refused uncomfortably: "It's okay, it's not very wet, it will dry in a while. "

Xia Liang could see the deep water marks from his front to his chest across half the room. Their school uniforms were as rubbish as the materials of any school in the country. After a game, the flesh can be seen through, and the coat can't be seen through, but it's not much better.

He pointed at Liu Xiaoman's empty sleeve.

Liu Xiaoman's sleeves often gave him the feeling of being raised by a stepmother, without any sense of existence, and he couldn't remember to look at them. When he lowered his head, he realized that he was very wet. He probably swung out of his pocket when he was running, and there was even condensation on the edge of the cuffs. Half a drop of water came out, and it was trembling with his movements.

The base of his neck was numb in embarrassment, and he quickly rolled up his sleeves with a towel and grabbed them.

"I just took it if I didn't want to pick it." Xia Liang pulled out a coat from the closet and threw it on the edge of the bed, pointing at him, "Take it off, what are you still holding on to?"

After speaking, he pulled the high stool and sat on it, took the lighter from the table and lit a cigarette, looking at Liu Xiaoman.

The sleeves are so wet that they can drip, and if you insist on not taking them off or changing them, it is a bit too hypocritical.

Liu Xiaoman struggled for a few more seconds in embarrassment, and pulled the coat off bravely.

The T-shirt inside was also wet a lot, and as soon as the fleshy jacket was removed, the cold air could be felt immediately inside.

Xia Liang kept looking at him, but Liu Xiaoman didn't dare to look at him, took a look around blankly with his coat, Xia Liang put the cigarette to his mouth and bit it, stood up from the high stool with a kick, walked to He took the coat in front of him and pushed him towards the head of the bed.

"Take off this one too, I'll throw it in the washing machine together." He said to Liu Xiaoman.

"You take it first." Liu Xiaoman didn't insist on drying himself after reaching this step, he grabbed the hem of the T-shirt and looked at him.

Xia Liang looked at him for two seconds, "Ah" and smiled, "Excuse me?"

What do you say?

Liu Xiaoman stiffened his neck and did not speak, the tips of his ears began to heat up uncontrollably.

For any able-bodied boy, it may not be uncomfortable to change clothes—let alone a jacket, even a pair of pants—in front of a companion.

But Liu Xiaoman was different.

It's one thing to be able to accept your disability; it's one thing to be able to wear short-sleeved sleeves in summer and show your empty cuffs; it's definitely another thing to be able to expose your stump without any cover another thing.

Useless or not, physically and psychologically, clothes are his last line of defense to protect himself.

Since he was a child, he has only stripped naked in front of his grandfather and Fan Yiyang.

Xia Liang looked at Liu Xiaoman, Liu Xiaoman was a person who was easily embarrassed at every move, his skin was thinner than spring pancakes.

Although being teased by him from time to time for two months, his ability to resist shyness has improved a lot, but now he looks at himself with a bit of vigilant persistence in his eyes, and he is still messed up by strong shame.

The two of them didn't speak, and there was a slanting wind and rain outside the window, and the sound of the rain seemed to wash away all the sounds outside this room.

Another gust of cool wind blew in, Liu Xiaoman's hair tip released a very thin fragrance of shampoo, which swirled on the tip of Xia Liang's nose.

Xia Liang subconsciously glanced at Liu Xiaoman's neck. He swore he didn't think about anything, but his mind suddenly started to think - Liu Xiaoman should have taken a bath yesterday, and if he put his nose into his neck to breathe at this time, he should be able to breathe. Smell the soap smell stimulated by the rain.

Xia Liang raised his eyebrows, and suddenly felt a little itchy in his throat.

"You take it first, and I'll go out and give it to you after I finish changing it." Liu Xiaoman saw that the hint in his eyes was invalid, so he could only speak again, his voice consciously lowered and lowered under the instinct of showing weakness.

As soon as he did this, Xia Liang couldn't help but want to tease him.

"Do you think it's too bright?" He raised his hand over Liu Xiaoman's head, and slapped the wall beside the bed, and the whole room instantly went dark.

The sound of the rain suddenly became louder.

Liu Xiaoman's heart skipped a beat, feeling a little flustered that he couldn't explain.

"I can't see." The action of turning off the light brought Xia Liang very close to him, and when he retracted his hand, he naturally flicked it on his ear, "Take it off."

"..." Liu Xiaoman stared at him speechlessly.

"Still not moving, wait for me to take it off for you?" Xia Liang said.

"No need." Liu Xiaoman hurriedly shook his head, with the lessons learned from the trash can incident, he believed that Xia Liang could do anything.

Struggling for a while under Xia Liang's smiling eyes, Liu Xiaoman clenched his right hand that was a little stiff, and raised a small corner in a panic.

In fact, there is still light in the room, from the small gap in the curtain.

But compared with the conditions where the lights were on just now, this level of weakening the facial features already made him feel much safer.

It's really easy for people to compromise themselves.

In fact, if he continued to insist on letting Xia Liang go out before taking it off, Xia Liang would go out, he knew.

Xia Liang didn't have any malice towards him, he was somewhat curious, but he would never use his disability as a joke to pass the time, all jokes would be to the point, and would be controlled in a proper sense.

He knows it all.

But he didn't know why he didn't continue to persist.

This question popped up in Liu Xiaoman's subconscious mind, but before it could clearly surface, he hurriedly suppressed it.

The environment that may be dimmed can really bring people a great sense of security.

Liu Xiaoman found a random reason, turned around, rushed to the wall to hide his bare left shoulder from Xia Liang's gaze, and turned his right half of his body to him.

To be honest, Xia Liang didn't expect Liu Xiaoman to agree so much.

He thought that with Liu Xiaoman's face, he would grab the hem of his clothes and spend time with him forever, and he planned to tease him again before turning around and going out. Who knows if Liu Xiaoman was bluffed too much by him, and he didn't insist anymore, and directly compromised.

In all fairness, Xia Liang was a little curious about Liu Xiaoman's disability, but it was just a little bit, it was the lowest end of the chain of curiosity, a natural curiosity about things that he hadn't actually seen before.

He didn't admire the disabled, and never thought about studying Liu Xiaoman's disabled arm.

But now the problem is...

Looking at the narrow waist that was concealed in front of him, he whistled in his heart, wanting to take a breath.

"Fuck this rain! Xia Liang!" Before he could catch his breath, there was a sudden noise in the courtyard. Hearing the movement of more than one person, Luo Hao lay down on the door and slapped frantically. "Open the door!"