Xiaoman

"Can I ask you a question, Liu Xiaoman." Li Meng walked backwards in the corridor as if he was walking on the street.

Liu Xiaoman knew what Li Meng wanted to ask before he finished listening.He walked quickly close to the window sill, not wanting to get too close to Li Meng, lest he fall and jump on him again.

"You ask." He nodded in response.

"Then I'll ask." Li Meng pointed at his empty sleeve, "Is your arm naturally like this, or is it a car accident or something?"

After asking, he immediately added: "No other meaning, I just ask."

In fact, when they knew that there was someone like Liu Xiaoman in the school, they had gossiped about these issues in private, and nothing new was revealed, so they felt quite miserable.

Halfway through the masturbation, people found out that they couldn't turn off the computer.

It's up to him not to worry about it.

Liu Xiaoman didn't know what other people were worrying about behind his back, so he reached the stairs immediately, he gave Li Meng a hug, and said concisely: "When I was young, when the street was changing the circuit, I climbed the electric pole..."

"You?" Li Meng was stunned.

"I still had two hands at that time." Liu Xiaoman was amused by his reaction.

"Oh, no, I thought..." Li Meng paused for a second before he could react.

Street change circuit.

have hands.

Climb the pole.

The hand is gone.

"Damn..." His cheeks twitched suddenly, and he opened his eyes and looked at Liu Xiaoman.

A small child, hanging on the pole, sobbing...

This is much worse than what he guessed. He thought it was a tragic car accident or something, but the electricity went out.

"Oh, you really..." Li Meng couldn't stand it anymore. He was a young man who could easily empathize with others. When he was a child, his mother always taught him that Sister Jiang would never surrender even though she was nailed into her nails with a toothpick by the enemy. For many years, he cried whenever he watched war movies, and apologized to his motherland in his heart that he never had that ambition.

"You said you're fine, what are you doing with that thing?" He sighed desperately.

Looking at Wen Wen's quietness, the feeling is that when I was a child, I stretched out my hand and took away the skin of my whole life.

"Small, I'm not sensible. If you let me go now, I will definitely not go up." Liu Xiaoman said with a smile.

In fact, the memory at that time is already very vague.

I can't even remember when I was four or five or six or seven years old, and all I can remember is the steaming summer afternoon, the children laughing and laughing, their voices are vague, and they are near and far away.

His pitifully short life of a normal person curled up into a ball in his mind as if it had shrunk, and when the ground exploded like that, it would be dark.

Liu Xiaoman always felt that he only remembered things after waking up, because since then until now, he remembers every day, everything, and everyone so clearly that he can't forget it even if he wants to.

For example, his mother cried every night until she left the house.

Cry at night and call during the day.

The content ranged from asking for help to borrowing money, and finally it seemed that there was no money to borrow, so I started crying during the day.

Weeping with a muffled voice.

Weeping in a daze.

Hold your hair and cry.

Yelling and arguing with his father and crying.

She looked at him motionless and cried.

For example, the back view of his grandfather who had stopped at the breakfast shop for a month, sitting on the balcony and smoking a cigarette with his father.

For example, his mother walked away quietly on a light rainy night, carrying only a very small box. She started packing that box two months ago. , and finally buckled the lock.

Before leaving, he changed his medicine, tucked in the quilt, and shed a hot tear on his neck.

Another example is that after the door of the house was closed, his father opened the door and came in, sat on the bedside and watched him for a long time, smoking one cigarette after another.

Liu Xiaoman didn't know how long he stared at him that night. He closed his eyes and lay on the bed pretending to be asleep, not daring to move.

He didn't know why he pretended to be asleep, he could vaguely feel that his mother would never come back after going out this time.

But he also felt that his father must not have wanted him to be awake.

His heart was empty, as empty as the left side of his body.Until he couldn't bear it and fell asleep, the smell of cigarettes was always in his fragmentary dreams.

How long no one laughed at home was the only thing he couldn't remember at that time.

Li Meng ran happily out of the classroom, and when he approached the door of Shangliangshan's office, he froze again.

"You go, I'll wait for you here." He pushed Liu Xiaoman, and he huddled behind the corner and stretched his neck to look around, "It's in the small building next to the playground, you can see it when you push the door."

"Then you go back to class first." Liu Xiaoman said.

"Hey, leave me alone, I'm happy to wait here, I'll be scratched all over if I don't stand against the wall for a while!" Li Meng pushed him forward.

"Liu Xiaoman." Someone shouted from behind.

Liu Xiaoman sounded like Shang Liangshan, but when he turned his head, he really was, he didn't come out of the small building, he looked in the direction to go to the toilet in the next teaching building, and was walking towards them with frowning faces.

"My day." Li Meng cursed in a low voice, got down from the wall and stood up straight.

"What are you doing here when you're not in class?" Shang Liangshan stood in front of them with his hands behind his back.

"Xia Liang asked me to come over, and said you were looking for me." Liu Xiaoman was taken aback by his question.

"I asked him to look for you, but I didn't tell you to come over after class." Shang Liangshan went to look at Li Meng again, "What about you?"

"I'll accompany him." Li Meng pointed at Liu Xiaoman, speaking as if rushing to answer, "He doesn't know this way."

"Why don't you know the way? How can there be a student who doesn't know the way of the school?" Shang Liangshan rolled his eyes at him. Xia Liang is swaying."

"Hey." Li Meng answered with his head down.

The two followed him to the door of the office, Shang Liangshan drove Li Meng back to class, called Liu Xiaoman in, took two pieces of paper and put them on the table for him to read.

An information form for disabled students, and a blank A4 paper, on which several documents such as household registration certificates and disability certificates are written.

"It's not too urgent. Since you're here, I'll tell you quickly." Shang Liangshan took out a bottle of mineral water from a cardboard box in the corner and said while twisting, "The school wants to count the information of the students in the school. According to the request from above, they seem to be updating the database this year so that they can continue to give you subsidies."

Shang Liangshan specifically avoided the word "disability", and "above" refers to the Disabled Persons' Federation, and Liu Xiaoman knows all of this without him having to say it out loud.

In fact, it is more natural to say it clearly.

"En." Liu Xiaoman nodded.

"The other sheet is for the documents you need. You can make a copy of all of these, and type in the stamps and other neighborhood committees, and then bring them to me." Shang Liangshan took another bottle of water and put it on the corner of the table.

"It's for me tomorrow." He reminded emphatically.

"...Oh." Liu Xiaoman couldn't help laughing.

Shang Liangshan also smiled, he was not very suitable for laughing, the corners of his mouth were tense, and he turned down a little, looking very reluctant.

"Make two copies." Shang Liangshan remembered something, "In a few days, I think it's time to hand in the list of poor students this year, and it will be useful."

"En." Liu Xiaoman nodded again, stacked the two pieces of paper together, rolled them up and held them.

He wanted to go back to class, but Shang Liangshan was not in such a hurry as he was urging Li Meng just now, he dug out something to sit behind the desk, and asked, "You and the one just now were not in the same class before, right?"

"No." Liu Xiaoman said.

"En." Shang Liangshan nodded, "That's right, integrating into the group, adapting to the group, and understanding the importance of the group and the team are actually very important things at your age."

Is it more important than class?

Liu Xiaoman didn't know what to answer, so he blinked.

"I have communicated with your former head teacher, and your grades are not bad." Shang Liangshan said.

Liu Xiaoman didn't know what to pick up.

"Okay, you go back, I know what's in my mind." Shang Liangshan chatted with him for three days inexplicably, and ended inexplicably.

"Okay, goodbye, teacher." Liu Xiaoman turned around and was about to leave.

"Water," Shang Liangshan said, pointing to the corner of the table, "take it and drink."

The first time Liu Xiaoman encountered a teacher offering something to drink, he subconsciously looked at his hands first.

He only held a roll of paper in one hand and couldn't hold anything else.

"It's fine if you're not thirsty." Shang Liangshan immediately reacted.

"Thank you teacher." Liu Xiaoman said to him.

When he reached the door, Li Meng jumped out from the side with a "Hey!", which surprised him.

"You didn't go back to class?" Liu Xiaoman asked him.

"I'm not stupid." Li Meng shook his head, with a rather smug expression, he raised his arm and hung it on Liu Xiaoman's shoulder.

It was only after his wrists were empty that he realized that he couldn't hook Liu Xiaoman like he did with other buddies.

"Your shoulders..." He retracted his hands embarrassingly, "It's too narrow."

"Let's go." Liu Xiaoman was a little helpless, they cared more than him, so he couldn't speak anymore.

"Come on, let's go from the supermarket!" Li Meng waved his hands and took a big step forward.

Go to the supermarket again, this class is really over.

Liu Xiaoman didn't really want to go, but he was too embarrassed to refuse, after all Li Meng had accompanied him here, so he was stunned and waited at the door for a long time.

The supermarket is on the first floor of the second canteen, and the second canteen is behind their teaching building.

It is the third class now, and several windows have been opened in the cafeteria, and some students who come to eat during the physical education class are sitting on the seats.

Liu Xiaoman had forgotten that he was hungry at first, and when he entered the door, his stomach immediately turned upside down.

It’s fine if you’re in the classroom, and you’ll go home after one more class, and you’ll be hungry if you’re hungry.

Now there is the smell of rice in front of the nose, the more I want to ignore it, the more it goes into my stomach, it's not a taste.

Li Meng went straight to the supermarket, Liu Xiaoman thought about it, and walked towards a small window on the side.

"What do you want to eat?" an aunt asked him while pinching a large spoon in the window.

Liu Xiaoman looked around, and it should be breakfast that was not sold out in the morning, omelets, side dishes and porridge.

Spending money to eat these is not as good as eating his home.

It is definitely not good to drink porridge and eat noodles. He asked his aunt to hold a piece of finger cake, and just roll it up and take it away.

"What else are you doing? Look again." The aunt was impatient at first, but when she bent down and saw that it was the disabled student, she was a little too patient.

There is also a tea egg in the small pot on the table.

The more he thought about what he couldn't get, Liu Xiaoman looked at the egg and felt that what he said was true.

"And this..." He stretched out his hand to point to the tea egg.

"Add an egg." Someone beside him said at the same time, and put a dinner plate in front of the window sill, holding a bowl of duck blood vermicelli soup on the plate.

The voice sounded familiar to him.

Liu Xiaoman raised his head and met Xia Liang's eyes.

Is this person in class?

This was the first thought that flashed through Liu Xiaoman's mind.

Xia Liang is different from him.

His eyes followed the direction of Liu Xiaoman's fingers, and fell on the tea egg, and his eyelids flicked uncontrollably.

Six is ​​exaggerated enough, and it is very six plus one.

"Not tired?" He looked at Liu Xiaoman.