Xiaoman

Fan Yiyang called Liu Xiaoman, but his eyes were fixed on Xia Liang who was walking in front.

Xia Liang continued to walk unhurriedly, without looking at him, and went straight into the classroom.

"Brother Yangyang." Liu Xiaoman hurried over and shouted.

"What's wrong with the clothes?" Fan Yiyang glanced at Xia Liang's clothes on him, and stared into his eyes.

Liu Xiaoman and Fan Yiyang have known each other for so many years, the first time he faced his question, he felt a splitting headache, and it was so rare that he couldn't get out a single word.

How to say.

I really don't know what to say.

"The clothes are wet," he said vaguely, hoping that Fan Yiyang would not ask the bottom line, "I changed one."

"Xia Liang's?" Fan Yiyang asked directly.

"...Ah." Liu Xiaoman tugged at his neckline uncomfortably. The moment he uttered his voice, he felt that his whole body was soaked in water. There were people coming and going around him. Xia Liang was sitting in the window on the right, but he was covered by a guilty conscience. His face was flooded, and his scalp was numb uncontrollably.

He didn't know what was going on on his neck, whether the tooth marks were still there, but he felt that Fan Yiyang and the people passing by could see it.

Fan Yiyang pursed his lips, did not continue to speak, and stared at him with two straight eyes with a bit of hatred.

He knew that Liu Xiaoman and Xia Liang got along very well, and he could tell from Liu Xiaoman's daring to hang out with Xia Liang.

But he didn't expect that the relationship between the two had developed to such a good point.

This was a bit beyond his expectations.

Fan Yiyang is a young man who can put things aside, Liu Xiaoman didn't dare to analyze the meaning in his eyes, so he quickly changed the subject while he was silent: "Have you eaten, Brother Yangyang?"

"No." Fan Yiyang said.

"Then go eat," Liu Xiaoman pulled him, "I'll go with you."

"Have you eaten?" Fan Yiyang didn't move.

ate.

I'm still full.

Liu Xiaoman answered in his mind, Luo Hao and the others ordered a lot, just now his whole mind was still numb, he didn't know what to say or do, so he could only sit there and eat.

Thinking about it now is a bit heartless.

But if you don't eat, you have to treat it as if you didn't eat at the moment, he shook his head: "No."

As soon as the words came out, Xia Liang glanced at him out of the corner of his eye.

"Let's go." Liu Xiaoman didn't dare to look at him, and pulled Fan Yiyang again.

Fan Yiyang sighed silently, raised his hand to stroke Liu Xiaoman's hair: "Yes."

Liu Xiaoman was about to leave in a hurry, but in Xia Liang's eyes, he was hiding brightly.

I'm going to start hiding again.

It's fine to just hide from himself as before, but this time I just hid in front of Fan Yiyang.

Thinking about Liu Xiaoman's feelings for Fan Yiyang, Xia Liang turned the phone twice, and threw it into the table bucket with a little annoyance.

Xia Liang didn't make a mistake. After Liu Xiaoman came back to Shen'er, he didn't know how to get along with him normally when he returned to the classroom.

He and Fan Yiyang went to the cafeteria. At this o’clock, the first group of students who ate had already gone down, but there were still quite a few people. Fan Yiyang asked him what he wanted to eat. He was not hungry, so he couldn’t tell why. He just said “anything is fine.” .

Fan Yiyang glanced at him, but didn't continue to ask, and asked him to find a seat to sit first.

Liu Xiaoman went to get the chopsticks and spoons, turned on the faucet in the sink, and went straight to the row by the window where they used to sit.

After sitting down, he started to be in a daze.

When I touched my neck, I couldn't feel the tooth marks on my Adam's apple, but the feeling was always there.

Not only the neck, but also the roots of the ears and the sockets of the shoulders, as well as the earlobe that was bitten twice at that time. Wherever I think of it, the skin numb like an induction lamp.

It was different from when they accidentally rubbed their lips when they grabbed the doll. It was also numb that time, but it was not this kind of numbness, it was hot in the numbness, numb and hot at the same time.

I should have ordered a bowl of Malatang just now.

Liu Xiaoman lost his mind.

He rubbed his ears twice, feeling ashamed.

Xia Liang is also too rogue.

This is him, if he wants to change a girl, he will be scared to cry at that time.

Fan Yiyang came back with the tray, and tried it on Liu Xiaoman's forehead with the back of his hand.

"Your face is so red," he patted on his forehead again, but it didn't burn. "Will it still heat you up when it rains?"

"No." Liu Xiaoman hid for a moment and handed him the chopsticks.

Fan Yiyang took it over and sat down, and pushed the tray to the middle of the table: "Dumplings or fried rice, which one do you want?"

Liu Xiaoman chose boiled dumplings, each one was convenient, and if he couldn't finish it, he could feed Fan Yiyang another one.

Fan Yiyang pulled the fried rice over, and then began to ask him calmly: "Have you gone to Xia Liang's house?"

Knowing that the topic about Xia Liang would not pass easily, Liu Xiaoman nodded honestly.

"It rained on the road and got wet. Did you change his clothes?" Fan Yiyang continued to ask.

The dumplings were stuffed with three delicacies, Liu Xiaoman ate one by himself, scooped one into Fan Yiyang's plate, and said "um".

Fan Yiyang ate the dumplings, pinching the time in his heart: "Did you run to the opening ceremony?"

That's right.

Liu Xiaoman nodded again, buried his face in the bowl, his head was so sullen that he didn't even dare to say "um".

"Only you two?" Fan Yiyang said.

"No." Liu Xiaoman can answer this question, although it's not easy to mention Luo Hao's name, but "five or six" can still be said.

Fan Yiyang threw out six questions in a row, and finally stopped asking after reaching this one.

The two ate food silently facing each other in the noisy cafeteria, and Liu Xiaoman scooped two more dumplings onto his plate.

"Eat it, don't give it to me." Fan Yiyang put down his chopsticks.

Liu Xiaoman was not hungry at all, but when Fan Yiyang put down his chopsticks, he couldn't eat any more, so he also put the spoon upside down on the rim of the bowl.

"Xiaoman." Fan Yiyang called him, and Liu Xiaoman looked up at him.

"I know what I say about Xia Liang now, and you won't take it to heart." Fan Yiyang frowned slightly, following the "hate that iron cannot be made into steel" in the teaching building, now he is a little more helpless.

"I'm not saying that you won't be allowed to make friends, or that you won't be allowed to hang out with your classmates." Fan Yiyang continued, "Although I have always had a bad impression of him, I have been targeting Xia Liang for so long. , You haven’t heard what I said.”

Liu Xiaoman couldn't hear others saying that Fan Yiyang was bad, and even more couldn't hear Fan Yiyang's tone implying that he didn't take Fan Yiyang seriously.

But when he opened his mouth, he couldn't refute anything.

"You can make friends with Xia Liang, you can hang out with him," he picked up his chopsticks again, and picked up the dumplings that Liu Xiaoman scooped up for him twice, "As long as you think that what he brings to you is good, Meaning, you can learn from him, he can help you improve."

Speaking of this, the helplessness in Fan Yiyang's heart has been exported to domestic sales, from facing Liu Xiaoman to facing himself.

He felt that his tone of voice was like his mother 2.0.

But what should be said still has to be said.

"This is making friends." He looked at Liu Xiaoman, "Otherwise, to him, you are just a fun to pass the time by repeating grades, and he means nothing to you."

After saying this, he looked at the silent Liu Xiaoman for a while, and smiled: "Go ahead and eat."

The closeness and distance between people is really amazing.

If Fan Yiyang kept Liu Xiaoman and Xia Liang at a distance like the previous few times, Liu Xiaoman would still not listen.

It's not that he doesn't listen, it may have something to do with the weak rebellion, the most important thing is that he believes in his own judgment, Xia Liang is really not a bad person, far from the point where Fan Yiyang needs to be on guard.

Even if he was bullied by Xia Liang just now.

But Fan Yiyang used this kind of attitude and tone, and retreated to advance, he couldn't bear it a bit.

This is the person who has been the best and closest to him since he was a child, except for his grandfather. To him, he is also a brother and a friend, and it is absolutely impossible to harm him.

What's more, what Fan Yiyang said is indeed reasonable.

Being with Xia Liang is very happy, novel, and occasionally exciting, but if you lose your grades because of these, it's really not worth it.

If he hadn't run out of school with Xia Liang in the morning, he would have been able to study a paper and a set of exercises in half a day.

Thinking of this, Liu Xiaoman's heart overflowed with waves of unreliability, and when he entered the school in the morning, those fantasies that made people feel helpless under the cloudy sky appeared again.

Xia Liang doesn't have to worry about grades, even if he doesn't study anything, he still has a family, money, hands, and parents.

If he doesn't even have his studies and grades, then he really has nothing to lose.

It just so happened that he didn't know what attitude he should use to face Xia Liang.

Liu Xiaoman waited for Fan Yiyang to eat, staring at the dumplings in the bowl in a daze.

Simply take advantage of the present and re-focus on learning.

Back in the classroom, there were not many people in the class, Liu Xiaoman hoped that Xia Liang's seat would be empty, and seeing him still there, he almost felt nervous on the short walk from the back door to the seat.

Xia Liang was much more at ease than him. Hearing the sound of pulling the stool, he turned to look at him, and said hello: "Have you finished eating?"

"Ah." Liu Xiaoman agreed, emotions are driven by each other in this way, Xia Liang is natural, and he feels a lot more relaxed.

Both Li Meng and Wang Chao were there, and as soon as he saw Liu Xiaoman, Li Meng turned around and threw himself on his table: "Where's your morning? Xia Liang didn't come either, and I've lost my board game!"

"I..." Liu Xiaoman thought about it, he must have asked Xia Liang this question before, and Xia Liang must not have answered directly, he asked Li Meng instead: "Where did you go?"

"Where else can I go," Li Meng scolded, "I was drenched like a fool, so I went back to my house to change."

"The fierce table lamp is in the shape of a bunny." Wang Chao slammed his forehead on the edge of the table, playing a game, and answered with a sullen smile.

"I'll kill you if I say it again, believe it or not?" Li Meng yelled, raised his elbow and threw it on his back.

The two quarreled for a while, then Li Meng turned around and said "Hey", and asked Liu Xiaoman, "Are you going home to change your clothes too?"

Liu Xiaoman had already taken out a set of papers to do, he couldn't help but glanced at Xia Liang from the corner of his eyes, seeing that he didn't respond, he agreed vaguely.

This kind of "something that only he and I know in the whole class" feels very... wonderful.

"Your clothes..." Li Meng tilted his head and looked at him.

Liu Xiaoman's heart skipped a beat, and he looked up at him: "What?"

"It's nothing, it's pretty." Li Meng grabbed a few plum candies from his pocket and divided them up, "It's a bit different from your usual style, a bit... How should I put it, I can't tell."

Xia Liang and Liu Xiaoman looked at him together.

The clothes were picked up by Xia Liang casually, a white thin sweater, which Xia Liang hasn't worn since he transferred to work, so Li Meng shouldn't be able to see anything.

"Ah, I remembered!" Li Meng suddenly snapped his fingers: "If you want to go down a size, it will be similar to the short video of my cousin wearing his father's clothes. Hey, my cousin is so cute. I'll find it for you. have a look."

Xia Liang just laughed when he heard "his father".

Liu Xiaoman's heart skipped a beat and fell back speechlessly.

"You already have nephews?" Wang Chao firmly deviated from the point.

"I am of a senior generation." Li Meng flipped through the phone album and said.

"...You are a nephew, you are not a filial son or grandson, and you are related to your seniority." Wang Chao said.

They pushed each other up one after the other, and while they were talking, Xia Liang said softly: "Your clothes..."

"Bring it to me tomorrow." Liu Xiaoman's brow tightened as soon as he heard the first four words, and Xia Liang's clothes suddenly shrunk and strangled his neck. Before Xia Liang could finish speaking, he hurriedly took it One sentence.

After picking it up, he felt a little impolite, hung his neck and whispered, "Thank you."

Xia Liang paused while sliding his thumb on the phone, and turned his face to look at him.