Xiaoman

If Liu Xiaoman wanted to lie to himself, he could attribute his beating heart, hot neck and ears, and the numbness rushing to his forehead like an electric shock from his chest, all to running.

But just looking at Xia Liang like this, there is no room for these thoughts to rise.

From a distance that was not too far away, the only thing that echoed in his ears was the thunderous "I want to see you", and he was so shocked by the lethality of these three words that his breathing was a little unsteady.

want to see you.

It turns out that the expression between people can be straightforward to this extent.

For a moment, Liu Xiaoman couldn't figure out what was the point of the stiff alienation with Xia Liang during the day.

He didn't know what to say in response to the sentence "I want to see you", and felt that nothing was right, but after Xia Liang finished speaking, he didn't open his mouth, he just leaned on the lamppost and continued to look at him, Seeing that his face is also hot, his mind is in a mess.

"... What are you seeing me for?" For a long time, he held back a sentence with empty eyelids.

Xia Liang was amused by him, and his eyes rolled down: "If I want to see you, I will see you. Do you still have to find a reason?"

The small words are quite strong, but in fact he really looked for it.

After all, at the beginning, Xia Liang never thought that he would come over.

When returning to the entrance of the alley from school, Luo Hao sent a message asking if he was still at home. If he was, they came back from Hongri and went directly to his house to get the clothes.

Xia Liang didn't want to see them, a few people got together and made a fuss, which was annoying.

Answering "absent", he opened the door and went home.

Grandpa didn't know what time he came back. When he got home, he was making fish soup in the kitchen. He didn't come out when he heard the sound, so he called him to go and drink the soup, and asked him where he got so many clothes in the washing machine. He didn't know how to dry them after washing. When he saw it, he pressed it to dry, and it should be over by now.

Xia Liang said "hmm", went over to drink a bowl of grandpa's soup that never had any salt, and took a change of clothes to take a bath.

He couldn't wash the clothes directly after taking them. He had to wrap his arms with plastic wrap to avoid soaking in water.

This process is usually done very proficiently. I hold a piece in my right hand, tear it with my left hand, and finally pull it down with my teeth.

But today is not going well.

Either it was crooked, or the hand slipped and the bones went out for a long time.

After wrapping it twice in a row, Xia Liang frowned annoyedly, and threw the whole roll of plastic wrap into the noodle pool.

It's not going well.

Ever since Liu Xiaoman wanted to avoid him in the afternoon, everything from his mood to everything made him feel uncomfortable.

Xia Liang closed his eyes and leaned his head against the tiled wall of the bathroom.

Rationally speaking, Liu Xiaoman can't be blamed for being like this. If he was suddenly approached by someone, let alone thought of pulling away after being stunned for a long time, he would have been able to pull a fight first.

But rationality and emotion are two different things in some cases, otherwise he wouldn't be able to bully people by pinning them on the wall.

Xia Liang sighed.

You can't think about this kind of thing, and if you think about it, it's easy to be unable to stop.

He looked at a certain organ that was eager to remember, stretched out his hand, and replayed Liu Xiaoman's reaction at that time in his mind. The shoulder blades with protruding flesh.

Just like knowing that I am more interested in the same sex, but never thinking about implementing this interest, although Xia Liang has seen pornographic films with all types and collocations, there is always a vague category that can poke the most in his preference.

He did not explicitly think about this category before, but today, these categories seem to have a concrete image.

For example, the waist that flashed by in junior high school.

For example, Liu Xiaoman.

It's not just Liu Xiaoman today.

That day in front of the claw machine, when Liu Xiaoman, who turned his head and wiped his lips with him, and looked at him in astonishment popped out of his mind, Xia Liang's breathing was heavy, and his hands increased a little speed.

what is this?

He exhaled, thinking wildly.

If you're only interested in the bare upper body, it's easy to explain.

Thinking of the face, thinking of the expression of this person, thinking of many details, the interest only increases but does not decrease, what is it?

Because he wanted to avoid himself, he was full of dissatisfaction, so what?

He didn't figure it out until he came out of the bathroom after taking a shower.

If you can't figure it out, don't forget it. Xia Liang has lived like a half-wild child until now. One of the advantages of his character is probably calmness. He has no habit of competing with himself. Everything comes naturally, and the harvest is better than Lost a lot.

If you really want to fight over big and small things, if you don't talk about anything else, just fight against his parents who are like a joke, he can't survive these 20 years.

Passing the living room, he saw his grandfather writing calligraphy behind the desk and listening to TV, and there was a bowl of nondescript fish soup in his hand. He sighed again in his heart, thinking that this was probably passed down from generation to generation.

After tidying himself up, he went to the balcony to pick up the dried clothes.

He pulled out the first few pieces and threw them into the clothes basket next to him. When he found Liu Xiaoman's school uniform and jacket, his wrists paused.

The idea of ​​showing it to Liu Xiaoman and meeting him by the way came up by itself.

Liu Xiaoman took the paper bag for clothes from Xia Liang, held it in his hand, and didn't know what to do after that.

According to his previous thinking, he should turn around and leave now. After experiencing those breaths that fell on his neck in the morning, being alone with Xia Liang made him nervous.

Even though he thought so, his legs were like stepping on two cylinders of 502, sticking in place and not moving.

"Go up." Xia Liang said.

Liu Xiaoman glanced at him, then looked back at the closed small supermarket downstairs, hesitating and not moving.

"Reluctant?" Xia Liang flicked his forehead.

"No," Liu Xiaoman rubbed his forehead, "I have to go to the convenience store at the intersection."

"The one opposite the red sun?" Xia Liang raised an eyebrow.

"Huh?" Liu Xiaoman looked at him.

"Red Sun Internet Cafe." Xia Liang said again.

"Yes." Liu Xiaoman nodded.

It's the one I met you last time.

He answered in his heart.

Xia Liang said "Oh" with a smile, and then turned around after glancing at him again: "Then let's go."

Liu Xiaoman felt that he must have misunderstood his intentions, but "in order to come down to find you, I lied to grandpa that I was out shopping, so I couldn't justify not bringing something home." With his mouth shut, he followed Xia Liang not far or near.

From his house to the crossroads, and then to Grandpa Xia Liang's house, it is probably in the shape of "ancient".

He mentally drew a map as he walked.

His home is on the left side of the "kou", and Grandpa Xia Liang's is on the right. To go to the convenience store at the intersection, you have to cross the alley at the corner. The last time Liu Xiaoman walked there at night, he still checked to see if the copy shop was closed. Closing day.

At that time, it was earlier than now, and there were almost no people on the road. The two broken street lamps in the alley were as dark as two decorative poles, and their lighting ability was almost non-existent.

Thinking of this, he suddenly twitched under his feet, and his heart skipped a beat. He was a little hesitant, wondering if he should continue to follow Xia Liang.

I always feel that with the strange atmosphere between him and Xia Liang now, all the cramped, quiet, and dark environments will make people unable to help but think in a wrong way.

"What's wrong?" Xia Liang stopped and looked back at him.

Liu Xiaoman shook his head, scolded himself in his heart for being so big-faced, and continued to follow with the paper bag in his hand.

As soon as he took a step, he stopped again. This time there was a real reason. He patted his pocket and whispered, "I didn't bring any money."

Usually, his money is kept in the middle of his schoolbag, and he doesn't spend much on it except for food. Just now, he ran down in a hurry and forgot all about it.

"I'm here." Xia Liang said.

"Then I'll give it back to you tomorrow." Liu Xiaoman said.

"Let's keep the accounts." Xia Liang said.

The "account" between the two of them no longer needs to be explained clearly, Liu Xiaoman nodded, and added two more sums to the number of days that Xia Liang would bring breakfast in his heart.

Passing through the alley without incident, Liu Xiaoman's face became tense due to the needless nervousness in his head, and after turning on the main road, the street lights were brightly lit, and he no longer tailed behind Xia Liang like a tail. Step next to him, into the convenience store together.

Xia Liang had nothing to buy, so he sat on the high chair in front of the glass wall and waited. Liu Xiaoman swayed half a circle, thinking for two seconds between picking up toilet paper and a bottle of VC, and chose VC.

Can give grandpa to eat.

Going out of the convenience store, the positions of the two changed, Liu Xiaoman walked in front, Xia Liang followed behind.

Just like this, he went all the way to the alley again, Liu Xiaoman looked at the shadow of Xia Liang stretched from the back to the front under his feet, and suddenly realized that Xia Liang didn't need to walk this way at all, the two of them could separate from the intersection and go back Home, this is sending him off.

He stopped quickly, and said embarrassedly: "I don't need to send it off, you can go back quickly."

"Say it earlier," Xia Liang didn't intend to turn around and walk up to him step by step. The shadow against the light covered Liu Xiaoman's face and looked at him with lowered eyelashes. .”

"I..." Liu Xiaoman knew that he was joking, but he didn't say anything, because he was too close, he took a half step back on his heels.

"Again?" Xia Liang said softly.

This is the darkest part of the alley, the front and back light sources are dim in the distance, Liu Xiaoman is caged in Xia Liang's shadow, counting his heartbeats, he dare not move forward, for reasons he can't explain himself, and Once, it was like stepping on the 502 with its feet full, and it didn't turn around and quickly went backwards.

The two just listened to each other's breathing, and were silent for a while in the deserted alley near midnight.

"Liu Xiaoman," Xia Liang called out to him in the darkness, "Come with me to the hospital tomorrow."

"What?" Liu Xiaoman's brain shrank, and he raised his eyelids to look at him.

"Arm." Xia Liang said, "It's time for a review."

This reason is too impeccable, and it is completely his responsibility that cannot escape.

Liu Xiaoman nodded, "Oh": "Morning or afternoon?"

"Noon." Xia Liang said.

Good afternoon, don't delay class.

Liu Xiaoman nodded again.

After he agreed, Xia Liang raised his left hand and touched the back of his ear and rubbed it vigorously, which was exactly the part he had kissed in the morning.

Liu Xiaoman shrank his neck suddenly in his hand, couldn't help but backed up again, this time his heels directly touched the wall, and the paper bag in his hand fell with a "crash", making an astonishing sound in the empty alley .

"Hey," Xia Liang picked up the paper bag and handed it to him again, "I was shocked."

"...don't touch me." Liu Xiaoman grabbed the bag and muttered blushingly.

When he said it so bluntly, Xia Liang smiled instead: "Is it okay if you don't touch it? I still owe you the day of catching the doll."

"Owing once" was simply Xia Liang's prank when he sent him to the car. When the content of "owing" was mentioned at this time, Liu Xiaoman only felt his feet tense against the top of the sky, and quickly answered, "What do you owe?" Owe", he finally pushed Xia Liang away and continued walking back.

Xia Liang smiled for a long time, then returned to the streetlight just now, and said to Liu Xiaoman, "Go home."

"Yeah." Liu Xiaoman took two steps with the bag in hand, then turned to look at him again.

Xia Liang leaned under the street lamp, surrounded by light, bright and full.