Xiaoman

The opening ceremony was messed up by the heavy rain, and the school didn't bother to reorganize it. Taking advantage of the freshness after the rain, the weather had not started to cool down, and it continued in full swing.

The importance of Shang Liangshan was revealed at this time. Together with the head teacher of the 13th class next door, the two of them were so busy that they couldn't see the end.

The sports meeting is equivalent to the school giving students a holiday with one eye closed. The seniors are not eligible to participate, the freshmen have no courage to run outside, and the sophomores have become the wildest group. Even the head teacher is gone. Those who apply for projects and those who go to volunteer, the whole class does not see a few people from morning till night.

Less people, better atmosphere.

The two of Li Mengchao clicked and slipped away. Liu Xiaoman spent the whole afternoon doing two sets of papers. His eyes, ears, hands, and brain were stuck in the questions and he didn't raise his attention. Coming here is like two worlds, with the cool breeze outside the window, it is very comfortable.

When he put down his pen and took out the answer booklet from the desk bucket, he realized that Xia Liang hadn't slept, watched movies or played games, but was leaning on the back of the chair with headphones in his ears, lazily reading Do a math problem.

……real or fake.

Liu Xiaoman took another look.

That's right, white flowers on a blue background are the complete explanation of the textbook given by their math teacher.

Is this boring crazy?

He couldn't tell for a moment whether he was more surprised or relieved.

Apart from copying historical notes and taking exams, this was the first time he saw Xia Liang doing serious business with a pen. He would occasionally listen to it in class, but if he listened to three sentences and missed two sentences, he could only draw two more knowledge points because he was too lazy to play. Cell phone and earpiece.

Yes, I didn't even ask him for a pen today.

Liu Xiaoman couldn't help but looked at the pen in Xia Liang's hand again.

It was one from the pile he had lent him earlier.

Xia Liang's questions were as casual as he was in class. He picked them, and the ones he picked were basically the ones at the end of the chapters with two stars added. He didn't pay much attention to solving the questions. It still takes a little effort, and the exercise book will be crooked when touched.

If it is crooked, he will not help it, just write crookedly, and write obliquely. Some questions have insufficient space, so they will write wherever there is space.

Liu Xiaoman never did this kind of questions, he was completely polite and honest, once he got a set of questions, he would go through them from beginning to end, whether he knew it or not.

Xia Liang's actions made him look like a school bully.

But thinking about the very, the only acceptable math score on his report card, Liu Xiaoman was not so surprised.

Before, he only thought that Xia Liang had a good brain, and after all, he had learned the sophomore stuff, so it was easier to master.

Now that I see him doing the questions, think about it again. Not to mention other subjects, if you want to get a similar score in mathematics, it is definitely not enough to rely on your brain.

It seems that as long as you are bored to a certain extent, besides sows who can climb trees, Xia Liang can also take the initiative to solve the problems.

It is always a good thing to be able to take the initiative to learn, Liu Xiaoman wanted to make a joke, saying that you can also do the questions.

But after brewing for a while, his throat seemed to be wrapped in glue, and he couldn't even open it.

After all, at noon, he was the one who first expressed his intention to distance himself a bit. After thanking Xia Liang and asking him to help bring the clothes over tomorrow, the two of them never spoke again.

Xia Liang couldn't see any emotions, but now he was a little uncomfortable.

If he usually stared at Xia Liang for a while longer, Xia Liang would always speak to him first.

Don't talk now, Xia Liang didn't even move his eyelids, he didn't know whether he was interested in doing the questions or he was too lazy to talk to him.

He is so smart, he must have understood what he meant.

It takes two months to go from being a stranger to establishing a relationship of talking and laughing. It only takes one sentence to bring this relationship back to its original point.

Liu Xiaoman was stunned for a while, then looked away and continued to answer.

By the last class in the afternoon, there were more people in and out of the class.

Han Xuebi responded to Shang Liangshan's call and signed up for several events by himself. On the first day, he participated in the relay run and long jump. Fan the wind.

"This girl is too fierce." Li Meng and Wang Chao came back after a stroll with bags of food in their hands. As soon as they sat down, they turned to share with Liu Xiaoman and the others, "Liu Wenhui dropped the stick when he handed her it. I picked it up and kowtowed, and the class 7 next to me ran out for several meters, and this sister was able to catch up."

Even when he talked and gestured, Liu Xiaoman could imagine Han Xuebi running wildly on the track, and just as he was about to answer, Xia Liang said first, "Did you win?"

"A narrow victory!" Li Meng said immediately, "Fortunately, she gave the fish head the last blow. I'm so coquettish, brother Yu. His legs are as long as his mother stepped on stilts. With a single step, he can reach the other half. !"

Xia Liang laughed.

The corners of Liu Xiaoman's mouth were pursed, but he didn't follow up.

"I recorded it." Wang Chao rattled back and forth with a lollipop wrapped in his mouth, took out his mobile phone, pressed it a few times, and turned his head to show them, "It's really the last two steps to overtake the car, which made me a little excited .”

"I can see it," Xia Liang leaned back on the chair, put his left hand on the table to turn the pen, and raised his chin towards the screen, "Hands are shaking."

"It's not just trembling, he didn't turn on his voice, he started shouting at that time." Li Meng laughed beside him while flipping through his food, "I didn't report anything, and the collective sense of honor is quite overwhelming."

"Liang Shan cried when he heard that." Wang Chao nodded.

Liu Xiaoman glanced at the video, there were quite a lot of people, many people on both sides of the track cheered for his class, the camera followed Yu Shou quickly forward, he seemed to have seen the Ma Shuo who was stepped on by him last time.

Yu Shou was indeed running fast, with the sports vest on his body pulled back, his hair was blown away by the wind and exposed his forehead, which looked more pleasing to the eye than usual.

While watching, a tall man walked by, and Yu Shou returned to the classroom with a cup of milk tea.

"Awesome Yutou!" Zhao Chao shouted.

"Ah." Yu Shou turned to look at them and smiled.

Then he went straight to Han Xuebi's seat, handed her the milk tea, and said a few words.

Han Xuebi didn't answer, stood up and walked out.

"Put on your clothes." Yu Shou frowned and shouted.

Han Xuebi had already walked into the aisle, turned around and grabbed the coat hanging on the back of the chair, and put it on her arm when she walked to the door of the classroom.

"These two people." Wang Chao looked at them as if watching a play, and wanted to laugh a little, "Hurry up and pull them down together."

"Why do I feel that Yutou has become more handsome today?" Li Meng researched, holding his cheeks, "The power of sour smell?"

"The power of hairstyle." Liu Xiaoman said seriously.

Xia Liang raised his eyelids and took a look.

"Really..." Li Meng said.

"It makes sense." Dynasty nodded.

In this way until evening self-study, Xia Liang and Liu Xiaoman didn't say a word.

After the third class was over, Li Meng turned back and asked Fan Yiyang if he would come to make up lessons at night, Liu Xiaoman nodded and said that he would come.

"Senior year is really difficult," Li Meng sighed, "Right Xia Liang."

"Who are you asking?" Xia Liang said.

"You," Li Meng said, "Didn't you just come out of high school?"

Xia Liang said "hmm": "So I'm in the third year of high school?"

"...forgot." Li Meng scratched his head.

After a while, he turned his head around again, and this time he took the two of them together to look at him and said, "You two are not right today."

Dynasty then turned around: "What?

"It's been a night," Li Meng pointed at Xia Liang and Liu Xiaoman, "I haven't said a word."

"Doesn't this one study, and that one doesn't watch movies?" Wang Chao looked at it twice, then turned his head back, "You should be like you, and you will croak when you open your mouth."

"You don't have a long mouth!" Li Meng kicked him.

When the two of them were talking, Liu Xiaoman didn't raise his head, he just pretended that he couldn't hear him, and he was ready to smile and say "no" whenever Li Meng asked him by name.

I have to sigh with emotion that Li Meng is really sharp, he was the one who asked last time, and he was the first one to find out today.

But this time and the last time he went to the duty area, he asked himself if Xia Liangjue felt something was wrong today, two completely different feelings.

Last time Liu Xiaoman's evasion was unconscious, but this time he and Xia Liang reached a consensus.

He could suddenly understand why the plots on TV where they couldn't meet again after they broke up.

He was sitting next to him obviously, and he obviously didn't want to get close to Xia Liang any more, but it was just for some reasons that he couldn't even sum up clearly, which made the two of them so awkward.

I don't know what Xia Liang is thinking.He has no shortage of friends, and if he actively wants to distance himself, he might be able to become a stranger again right away.

Liu Xiaoman poked the draft paper twice with the tip of his pen, and suddenly felt a little irritable.

It's only the first day.

It's less than a day, and rounding it up can only count as half a day.

Before school, Shang Liangshan came and had a simple small class meeting. He talked about the sports meeting, and asked them to pay attention to safety no matter in the playground or in the classroom these two days. At the same time, they were not allowed to fall behind in their studies. of.

"The temperature will cool down recently, so wear thick clothes that you should wear, don't be cool and handsome." He added another one at the end.

With the sudden rain in the morning, someone in the class had already started to sneeze, saying "yes" in a low voice.

As soon as Shang Liangshan left, Xia Liang stood up and went out through the back door of the classroom.

Hearing the movement, Li Meng turned his head to look back, and asked Liu Xiaoman again with a "hey", "Is he in a bad mood?"

"What's wrong?" Liu Xiaoman looked at him.

"It's nothing, just a feeling." Li Meng pointed out the window, "He left without even saying a word."

"Isn't it always like this?" Liu Xiaoman said.

I don't know whether to say it to Li Meng or to myself.

"That's true." Li Meng thought about it and accepted the statement.

When Fan Yiyang came over to study the questions together, the day was finally over and he got home, and it was already an hour after school.

Liu Xiaoman said goodbye to Fan Yiyang downstairs, and heard him say a few more words to study hard, when he went upstairs and opened the door, Grandpa was soaking his feet, freshly washed Banlangen was placed on the table, and a steaming hot towel was on his lap.

He hurriedly called "Grandpa" and went over, knelt down and touched Grandpa's knee: "Does your leg hurt?"

Grandpa opened his mouth and coughed, he quickly covered it with one hand, and pushed him aside with the other.

Liu Xiaoman was shaken by the hand, and squatted beside him, watching his grandfather in a daze.

It felt like the coughing sound had been repeated for a century, and then Grandpa finally took off his hand covering his mouth. He coughed so hard that he lost all strength, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "...It's full."

Liu Xiaoman couldn't hear his grandpa calling him that, the tone of this kind of person who is powerless and worried about everything in his old age, every time he listened to him, his nose felt sore.

"Shall we go to the hospital?" He leaned over again, embracing grandpa's calf with one hand, and resting his head on grandpa's lap like he did when he was a child.

Grandpa patted his head, said "it's okay", and took a sip of Banlangen.

Back in the room, Liu Xiaoman took off his schoolbag, not in the mood to wash up, and lazily went to bed like a burden, without thinking about anything, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

After being stunned for a while, he rolled his eyes and moved to the big octopus on the bedside.

The big octopus leaned quietly on the bedside table, also looking at him.

Liu Xiaoman didn't feel that he wanted to reach out, but when he was shocked by the continuous vibration under the pillow, he realized that his arm had been stretched out halfway.

He quickly turned over and took out the phone from under the pillow.

Seeing the caller's name, his heart jumped involuntarily.

It is "answer the phone".

Xia Liang called him.

Liu Xiaoman sat up suddenly, changed from lying on his stomach to sitting cross-legged, clutching his phone and looking towards the door.

The door was closed, and grandpa had gone back to the bedroom, so he probably couldn't hear the sound, but he still swallowed with guilt.

Pick it up?

He asked himself in his heart.

Do not accept it?

I haven't spoken for one afternoon and one night. This is on the phone, and it's not face-to-face. It doesn't matter if I answer the phone, just keep a distance, and I can't really stop talking.

And he doesn't speak, he just listens, what if there is something important?

He hesitated for a second quickly, fearing that the vibration would stop in the next second, Liu Xiaoman quickly slid on the answer button and put the phone on his ear.

"Come out." Once connected, Xia Liang said directly, as if he was walking.

Liu Xiaoman almost couldn't hold back the "Huh?"

What's coming out?

"I'm downstairs at your house." Xia Liang said again.

This sentence really stunned him, Liu Xiaoman stepped down from the bed in a panic, his steps were too long, almost fell headlong, knelt on the stool and pushed open the window in front of the desk to look downstairs.

There was no one downstairs. When he came up just now, Uncle Song’s small supermarket was about to close, and a light was cast out from the window. Only a little way to the intersection, there was a street lamp, and the street lamp happened to be stuck in the window. Near the blind spot, there was a person standing under the lamp, whose face was not clear, probably Xia Liang's body shape.

Liu Xiaoman felt his breathing quicken all of a sudden.

Xia Liang had already hung up the phone, he didn't have time to think about it, he opened the door to change his shoes as soon as he put the phone down, Grandpa heard the movement and asked from the bedroom, Liu Xiaoman casually yelled "I'm going to buy something".

"It's midnight, I have to buy something now." Grandpa said.

Liu Xiaoman didn't return to him, closed the door and ran downstairs.

Rushing downstairs, he looked left and right to see if there was no one around, and ran directly to the street light, trying to make sure that the person was Xia Liang.

However, when he saw that Xia Liang was indeed leaning there, he slowed down again, ashamed to run away.

As soon as the temperature dropped, Xia Liang changed into a coat, with his arms not hanging on his chest, pockets in both hands, a paper bag hanging on his left wrist, and a cigarette in his mouth. Float upwards.

With a distance of one or two meters left, Liu Xiaoman stopped, opened his mouth and asked him, "Why are you here now?"

"You don't want to go to my place, and you don't want to talk to me," Xia Liang didn't move, looking at him under the streetlight, "I want to see you, so I have to come here."