Xiaoman

Liu Xiaoman didn't know how Xia Liang suddenly jumped to this topic while waiting for a traffic light. He looked at Xia Liang with a silly face for a long time, and his mind was full of "what and what".

"I didn't..." He wanted to refute, saying that I didn't like him.

He stopped just after finishing the first two words. It is impossible for him not to like Fan Yiyang, but his liking and the "like" in Xia Liang's mouth are fundamentally different.

"I don't like that kind of brother Yangyang." He explained to Xia Liang very tangled.

"That kind?" Xia Liang said.

"You kind." Liu Xiaoman said.

"My kind?" Xia Liang repeated.

"That's what you said." Liu Xiaoman hurriedly added.

He was afraid that Xia Liang would say "what did I say" again.

Fortunately, Xia Liang didn't ask further questions, he just looked at Liu Xiaoman, said "Oh", and asked again: "Then do you have someone I like?"

Liu Xiaoman was stunned for a while, and somehow lacked confidence: "No."

"Then you like me." Xia Liang said.

The wind swept between the two of them, and the bag wrapped in candied haws in Liu Xiaoman's hand made a "crack".

Liu Xiaoman stared at Xia Liang in surprise, and took two seconds to respond whether he heard it wrong or Xia Liang meant it that way.

When Xia Liang said it, he was also a little surprised. He thought that the idea came out of his subconscious mind, but he didn't expect it to come out of his mouth so naturally without even turning a corner.

But nothing seemed wrong either.

The few questions he didn't understand after calculating in the bathroom for a long time yesterday, the moment he blurted out, all of them were answered in a flash.

Always wanting to do things beyond the scope of the tablemate, itself can no longer be explained by a simple "good relationship".

Once the idea is clear, the goal is also clear: he has feelings for Liu Xiaoman beyond ordinary people, so he wants Liu Xiaoman's response.

So he let Liu Xiaoman stare, and didn't intend to change his words.

Liu Xiaoman was completely dumbfounded.

His thoughts were still on Xia Liang telling him not to like Fan Yiyang, from "don't like Fan Yiyang" to "like me", the jump of the context is a bit too big, and the force it brings is too great.

Then you like me.

Xia Liang spoke so naturally, as if there was some bullshit logic that made him not only do not know what to say, but even thinking in his mind felt like he was stumbling and turning his nerves.

why?

The first thing to break through the confusion is a huge question mark.

What the question mark points to is not "why I like you", but "why do you want me to like you".

"...No." He turned sideways, avoiding Xia Liang's gaze.

Xia Liang was really not surprised by this answer.

If Liu Xiaoman opened his mouth and said "Okay", it would not be him.

He was about to jump over the green light again, afraid of scaring people into hiding, he first pulled Liu Xiaoman over to cross the road: "So decisive? You don't suffer if you like me, right?"

This is not a matter of profit or loss.

Liu Xiaoman still had his head blank, not understanding why Xia Liang spoke out so naturally, although the things he had done to him had already become more unnatural, and the intuition that he didn't need to say it was already gone. It has reached a critical point, but the feeling of doing it is still very different from talking about it.

Doing it just makes people numb. Once you say it, you will put everything on the bright side and there is no way to change it.

As long as feelings are involved in anything, it will inevitably make people think to the infinite power of complexity. After a long time, when he reached the other side of the road, he said softly: "I don't have arms."

Xia Liang was taken aback for a moment, then frowned slightly after understanding Liu Xiaoman's meaning: "I have."

Liu Xiaoman looked at him with complicated eyes, "...you are broken yourself."

"..." Xia Liang was so choked by him that he wanted to laugh a little bit, but he couldn't laugh at the way he carefully turned his side to hide his left shoulder.

Human beings are always good at deceiving. It is not always easy to deceive others, but to deceive oneself is often accurate.

For example, Luo Hao has always felt that he looks like Takeshi Kaneshiro in his prime, and therefore regards Wang Zuxian in his youth as the standard for future mate selection.

Ability, personality, future...even appearance, these subjective aspects occupy most of the factors. For many people, they can rely on fantasies to comfort themselves when they are frustrated.

One piece of hardware like the arm is missing, but it can't even comfort itself. It grows on the bright side that can be seen at a glance. Whenever self-doubt arises, there are only empty cuffs and indelible inferiority complex.

Xia Liang often could not remember that Liu Xiaoman was disabled with only one arm. In his opinion, this arm did not affect Liu Xiaoman's ability to take care of himself at all, and he was even better than most of his peers. A person who is very comfortable in all aspects, no matter his personality or getting along with him.

But at this moment, he really felt a little distressed.

——What he said to Liu Xiaoman wasn't even "stay with me", but just "like me", that's all.

"Then you wait for me." Xia Liangchao scanned around, looking for the intersection of the food street.

Liu Xiaoman thought that this topic was finally over, so he heaved a sigh of relief and followed him: "Where are you going?"

Xia Liang sighed at him a little speechlessly, thinking that he really scared people stupid.

"I'm going to grow my arms." He said, and then took Liu Xiaoman to dinner.

Liu Xiaoman was stunned again, he followed Xia Liang, looking at his back, not knowing what to say.

Even if the arm matter is removed, at least they are... two men.

Hearing Xia Liang say these words so bluntly, he still felt a little strange, right?

He couldn't explain why he just skipped a beat and didn't refute or answer.

When I got back to school, the preparatory bell was stuck, the playground was more lively than yesterday, there were only two or three people in the front row of the class, and Li Meng and Wang Chao were going out through the back door to take a look around.

"Have you two gone to eat?" Li Meng saw them, turned around at the back door, went to Xia Liang's window, and asked while lying on the window sill.

"Yeah." Xia Liang pulled out the stool and sat down.

"Is there a seller of candied haws at the gate of the school?" Wang Chao asked.

The eyes of several people focused on the candied haws that Liu Xiaoman was carrying, and Liu Xiaoman stuffed it into the table bucket pretending not to care: "No, I bought it elsewhere."

Xia Liang watched his little movements and laughed through his nasal cavity.

"It's still hidden, and I don't want to eat yours." Li Meng stretched his arms in a "squeaky" manner, and patted him from outside the window, "Are you two still in the classroom? Aren't you bored, let's go to the playground together?"

"Go?" Xia Liang looked at Liu Xiaoman.

Liu Xiaoman thought about it and shook his head.

He hadn't finished the task he set for himself today, and when he returned to school, he thought of Fan Yiyang again, and he started to worry, and he didn't have any intention of going to play.

"Where's Xia Liang?" Wang Chao asked.

Xia Liang took out the earphones and put them on, took out the phone and slid out a playlist, lay down on the table: "Sleepy."

"It's like living in our own world for a day." Li Meng and Wang Chao walked away muttering.

As soon as the two of them left, the class quieted down very peacefully, and one of the three people in the front row went out soon, and the other two were doing a problem, and the other was also lying on the table to take a nap.

It started on the playground, the familiar marching song fluttered in the afternoon wind, and the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus wafted over. Liu Xiaoman opened a set of comprehensive essay papers with light movements, and began to look for the status.

After ticking the multiple-choice questions, he stopped the pen in his hand to change his mind, and looked at Xia Liang next to him.

Xia Liang has fallen asleep in the sun.

Originally, I just glanced at it unconsciously, but in the end, I accidentally became a little preoccupied with this glance.

Liu Xiaoman turned the angle carefully, and every time he took a closer look at Xia Liang, he felt that he was a little too handsome among high school boys.

Even if you sleep on your arms and squeeze half of your face, it doesn't affect the height of your overall appearance.

Not only good looking, but also good personality.

Cool and good.

He is also tall.

Good health and complete limbs.

Still an unreasonable little math expert.

……

He flicked his fingers in his heart and coded one by one, the more he coded, the more he felt an indescribable frustration.

Such a Xia Liang was actually interested in him.

What do you like about him?

No arms?

Could it be Mu Can?

Probably not, at his house that day, Xia Liang didn't do any research on his stump, but preferred to rub his waist, neck and ears.

Liu Xiaoman shrank his throat in a daze.

If he was a normal healthy man, if he hadn't lost an arm...

After only opening his head, he quickly stopped himself from thinking, and his mind calmed down again.

No if.

Like the future marriage and family, he never dared to make such an assumption lightly, and it would have no other effect except to hurt his nerves.

Just as he regained his composure and wanted to continue working on the questions, a gust of wind came in from outside the window, carrying a small piece of osmanthus petals, and it landed on Xia Liang's cheekbones in a circle.

Liu Xiaoman glanced at it, then looked at it again, put down the pen in his hand, and reached out to pinch it for him.

When pinching the petals with his fingers, the back of his hand was just in front of Xia Liang's eyes, and when he moved away, Xia Liang's closed eyes were half-closed and half-opened in the light, looking at Liu Xiaoman.

"Are you awake?" Liu Xiaoman was startled guiltily.

"En." Xia Liang responded with a hoarse voice, and continued to look at him.

"You lost this on your face." Liu Xiaoman stretched out his hand and waved it in front of his eyes, showing him the little sweet-scented osmanthus.

Xia Liang said "hmm" again, his eyelashes were illuminated golden, and looked very long from this angle.

Moving his right arm on his leg, he held Liu Xiaoman's hand in front of his face and squeezed it. He wiped the petals with his thumb and rubbed into Liu Xiaoman's palm: "I don't think you're going to kiss me secretly."

Liu Xiaoman opened his eyes in astonishment.

Is this man crazy?

He glanced forward in a panic. There were still people in the front row, and the sleeping one had already woken up. He didn't know if he heard it.

In fact, they would only take it as a joke when they heard it, and the boys in the class would say anything unreasonable when they made a fuss.

But the word "kiss" was heard in Liu Xiaoman's ears, and even the hand that Xia Liang was holding now made him tighten crazily from the palm of his hand to the root of his ear.

"...Kiss your head!" He blushed and shook his arms twice before pulling his hand out. He didn't know where to put it, and he curled his fingers and hid it in his arms. Come out to grab a pen, buy your head into the paper and dare not look up.

A thin scent of sweet-scented osmanthus twirled on the tip of his nose, and Liu Xiaoman could still feel the weight of Xia Liang's pressure in his palm.

Terrible.

His ears were full of the sound of water vapor, and only this thought remained in his mind.

Xia Liang is already shameless.

Not even the nose and face.

Xia Liang, who lost his nose and face, looked at Liu Xiaoman from the side, his eyes curved slightly.

So cute.