Xiaoman

For the rest of the sports meeting, Liu Xiaoman coaxed Fan Yiyang.

The word "coax" is not quite accurate, because Fan Yiyang is not a temper tantrum girl, she didn't get angry with him, didn't quarrel with him, and didn't stop talking to him. Take him to and from school.

He just didn't tell Liu Xiaoman any more.

After Fan Yiyang got angry that day, he went to study by himself after school at night, Liu Xiaoman didn't dare to wait for him in the classroom to solve the problems with him, and went to the front of the big banyan tree to stare at the corridor entrance on the third floor, fearing that Fan Yiyang would not wait for him and just ride After leaving in the car, he had to find a suitable time to go to Fan Yiyang's house to apologize.

He couldn't think of the content of the key apology.

Where is the apology, he shouldn't have continued contact with Xia Liang?

Liu Xiaoman stroked back and forth several times, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that he had done nothing wrong.

Before, I would feel guilty because I didn't listen to Fan Yiyang's words. After I was hit with cold ashes on the nose at noon, the panic that I was left behind at that time turned into depression little by little as I thought about it.

He felt that he might have reached the so-called rebellious period. After all, he had grown up so old and had no experience. He had never been asked by his parents or asked by his mother, and he couldn't rebel against his grandfather. The first time he felt reluctant and wanted to do the opposite was given to Fan Yiyang. The reason turned out to be Xia Liang.

But the depression lies in the fact that he doesn't feel that his contact with Xia Liang is worth getting angry, and he understands from the bottom of his heart that Fan Yiyang is for his own good.

Being a little unhappy with Fan Yiyang, and not wanting to make Fan Yiyang unhappy, these two emotions were twisted into a rope without any conflict, and they went back and forth in Liu Xiaoman's mind like a tongue twister. In the evening, at the end of the day, there was no four, five or six.

While waiting for Fan Yiyang, he could only pray that Fan Yiyang's anger had gone down, and if he didn't, he really didn't know what to do.

Fortunately, after Fan Yiyang came out of the building, he looked at the direction and planned to go to the second floor to find him in his class. Liu Xiaoman hurriedly chased him and called him, Fan Yiyang heard it, stopped and walked towards him.

"Why did you come down?" He asked Liu Xiaoman.

"Aren't you angry?" Liu Xiaoman asked him.

The two opened their mouths at the same time and stared at each other for two seconds. Fan Yiyang smiled without emotion: "Since we have already come down, let's go home directly."

At that time, Liu Xiaoman breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Fan Yiyang was fine, he didn't dare to take the initiative to mention Xia Liang's words, Fan Yiyang said what, said to go home, and then got on the bicycle to go home.

The two also chatted on the way home, Liu Xiaoman said, Fan Yiyang answered, occasionally laughed, but did not take the initiative to bring up any other topics.

After going on like this for two days, Liu Xiaoman finally couldn't take it anymore.

Fan Yiyang has never been like this with him, and he has always said what to say, taking care of each other's emotions.

Now he is nervous when he meets Fan Yiyang every day, and he can't help but look at Fan Yiyang's expression every second and every second, and search his guts to find topics, for fear that if his side turns off and Fan Yiyang doesn't take the initiative to speak, the relationship between the two There will be a wordless silence.

This feeling is simply another form of torture.

It's not harsh, it doesn't hurt, it's even invisible, but it's there anytime, anywhere, like a soft knife wrapped in the air, constantly poking his little depression into a sieve, oozing sticky Suppress it.

Liu Xiaoman had no experience in dealing with this kind of relationship, he just felt troubled, and when he stayed with Xia Liang, his heart became more open. Thinking of going to find Fan Yiyang after school, he didn't want to leave.

After a few days like this, the sports meeting was over, and they all started to go to class again. Liu Xiaoman understood that there was no way to hide what had to be said.

If he didn't explain clearly about accompanying Xia Liang to the hospital, Fan Yiyang might not be happy for a long time.

Sitting in the back seat of Fan Yiyang's car, he couldn't see his face, so he kept talking, "Brother Yangyang, there was a reason why I accompanied Xia Liang to the hospital that day."

Fan Yiyang didn't speak, the wheels ran over a roadblock and bumped.

Liu Xiaoman could only continue: "His arm was broken because of me. I also went there for the plaster cast. He went for a reexamination that day and called me. I must pass."

"You broke it?" Fan Yiyang finally turned his head back slightly, "Didn't you hit it while playing basketball?"

"It's almost the same, it's all about basketball anyway." Liu Xiaoman explained the cause and effect to him succinctly and quickly, "There was a ball flying towards us, I wanted to push him and he wanted to push me. Throw yourself on the rock, there is another edge, just click..."

Fan Yiyang remained silent for a long time.

Liu Xiaoman sighed; "That's the way it is, brother Yangyang, he's actually quite nice, and he even did a math problem that day, so you don't have to treat him like a jerk."

The bicycle stopped at the school gate, Liu Xiaoman got off the back seat, and went around to the front to see Fan Yiyang's expression.

Fan Yiyang didn't know what he was thinking, his expression was a little dazed, Liu Xiaoman's face was stretched out, his eyes slid up Liu Xiaoman's arm first, glanced at his empty shoulder, pursed his lips: "Be careful."

Afterwards, he didn't say anything else, and told someone else to let Liu Xiaoman go for a run on the playground without waiting for him to buy food.

If you are willing to talk to yourself more, you should not be so unhappy.

But obviously not in a good mood.

It's worse than before he didn't talk about it.

Liu Xiaoman stood there looking at Fan Yiyang's back in a daze for a while, a big hand descended from the sky behind his neck, and turned him back, Liu Xiaoman's shoulders tightened, and he turned to meet Xia Liang's dark eyes.

"Have you seen enough?" Xia Liang raised his eyebrows at him.

Recently, Liu Xiaoman was conditioned by Fan Yiyang's indifferent emotions. Seeing that it was Xia Liang, he relaxed his tense shoulders and smiled at him.

The corners of Xia Liang's mouth also curled up, rubbing the back of his neck: "Let's go."

Getting along with Xia Liang should be awkward and unnatural in theory, but in fact it is so natural that it is almost dead, and it is even very comfortable.

Liu Xiaoman felt very strange, he thought that he would avoid Xia Liang after he finished those unreasonable words, and keep a distance like Fan Yiyang told him.

But there is no chance at all.

It was Xia Liang who didn't give him a chance before, and just hid for an afternoon, he made a phone call downstairs.

Whether he wants to admit it or not, it's because he subconsciously doesn't want to keep a distance from Xia Liang.

Being with Xia Liang is really comfortable and at ease.

As long as he doesn't play hooligans.

It was like fighting against the cold air. As soon as the sports meeting was over, the temperature dropped rapidly.

Liu Xiaoman wakes up every morning and feels colder than the previous day, and the sky is getting brighter later. He takes out his winter clothes in advance, washes and dries them. Grandpa’s joints hurt when it’s cold. Every morning, he’s in a hurry. He’s afraid of turning back It's too cold to turn over.

It was the weekend of Lidong, and the school had to make up the lessons that had been suspended from the previous sports meeting. Liu Xiaoman woke up early in the morning with his right eyelid twitching, smelling the cold frost in the air, and his heart was not at ease.

The beginning of winter has come, and the new wind blows.

Among the 24 solar terms, he is most afraid of these two words, even more afraid than the winter solstice. Once the winter is established, there will be snow and cold behind it, and there is nothing good about it.

"Grandpa, don't start a stall today." He gritted his toothbrush and said to grandpa.

"Speak stupid." Grandpa tied the knee pads on his legs, and gave him an inexplicable look, "Well, why is it so bad?"

"I'm not feeling well." Liu Xiaoman frowned.

"When it's cold, you don't feel good," grandpa smiled reassuringly, "you're more like an old man than me."

Liu Xiaoman grinned, not wanting to say anything more frustrating, and hurried back to the bathroom to wash up.

Fan Yiyang didn't have to go to class today, Liu Xiaoman had to go to school by himself, he was busy until his grandfather urged him, then he picked up his schoolbag and went to school, before leaving, he told his grandfather to close the stall early.

Along the way, he always felt that he had forgotten something, but he couldn't remember it after thinking about it.

Xia Liang's breakfast?

brought.

He reached into his schoolbag to check. Grandpa saw a sausage that had been cut in half when he was making pancakes, so he put an extra half for each of them.

When we arrived at the playground, the class was almost finished. Xia Liang hadn't run since his arm was broken, and Liu Xiaoman followed him and didn't want to run. Shang Liangshan couldn't stand it anymore. He didn't want them to be idle, so he urged them to circle around the playground. .

After walking more than half a circle, Liu Xiaoman finally remembered what he had forgotten - he was tired of memorizing yesterday, and he left the geography book by the bed and forgot to put it in his schoolbag.

But this morning there are two consecutive geography sessions.

"End." He stopped and muttered.

"What's wrong?" Xia Liang also stopped.

"I forgot to take my geography book." Liu Xiaoman said.

"Use mine." Xia Liang said.

Liu Xiaoman wrinkled his nose and looked at him with distaste: "There is nothing in your book."

"Then what do you want to do?" Xia Liang glanced at Shang Liangshan who was chatting with someone on the other side of the runway, and then glanced at the back door, "Go home and get it."

"Now?" Liu Xiaoman hesitated a little.

"You read early as soon as you get back from the classroom, and you don't like to delay your early reading." Xia Liang said, sure that Liu Xiaoman would follow, he turned and walked towards the back door.

Liu Xiaoman quickly followed.

Sneaking out from the back door this time is not as leisurely as last time, and going home to get books is not skipping class, Liu Xiaoman looked at Xia Liang a little embarrassed: "Actually, you don't need to accompany me."

"I said I'm here to accompany you?" Xia Liang said, "Why can't I go to Hongri and take you out of school by the way?"

Liu Xiaoman didn't believe it, and let out a "tch" with a smile.

Before class time, there were still many students on the road, Liu Xiaoman and Xia Liang walked against the flow of people, and at the intersection, they saw that the stall downstairs had not been confiscated, but grandpa was not there.

Liu Xiaoman's footsteps quickened a bit, the unsteady awkwardness in his heart was always there, and now he seemed to have sensed something, and it quickly reached its peak.

Two passers-by shouted in front of the stall to see if there was a boss, and Uncle Song shouted in the supermarket, "The food is served upstairs." The passers-by waited for a few seconds without waiting for anyone to come, and walked away impatiently.

"What's wrong?" Xia Liang felt his nervousness, and also quickened his pace.

"It's nothing." Liu Xiaoman said softly, staring at the doorway of the corridor. Grandpa's figure has not come out, and his sixth sense is getting worse and worse.

When he got downstairs, he didn't have time to say to Xia Liang, "Just wait for me downstairs", and ran upstairs.

Seeing the wide open door of the house, Liu Xiaoman started to panic, rushed into the house and went straight to the kitchen, saw his grandfather's legs lying on the floor through the bead curtain, his brain buzzed, and he even forgot to lift the curtain, Straight into it.

As soon as he stepped in, his foot slipped. He hurriedly supported the chopping board to stabilize himself, only to see on the ground besides his grandfather, there was a whole pot of upside-down shredded potatoes and an uncovered thermos bottle. Oil and water were dripping everywhere. Grandpa Protecting his knee with one hand, while the other hand and knee were still propped on the floor, thinking about it, traces of struggle were wiped out.

"Why are you back?" Seeing Liu Xiaoman, Grandpa frowned and asked him first.

"I..." Liu Xiaoman squatted down to support Grandpa's armpit and lifted it up.

Grandpa used his strength to push hard, and the palm of his hand pressed against the floor and it slipped again. Liu Xiaoman was led and rushed forward, fearing that grandpa would be crushed, he quickly knocked his knees on the floor to stabilize himself. Looking up, the back of his head hit the edge of the desk with a "bang", and tears were directly smashed out.

"Grandpa, get up..." He wanted to hold back his tears and continue to exert force, but his cheeks were trembling and sore like a waste, his left shoulder was arched in vain, and the grandfather and grandson could only crawl on the ground.

"Get up..." He gritted his teeth and moved upwards, tilting his head and wiping tears on his shoulders.

In the helpless chaos, someone squeezed in from behind and blocked him without saying a word.

Liu Xiaoman raised his head in a panic, and saw Xia Liang put both hands under his grandfather's armpits, and the toe of his shoe pressed against the pipe under the pool to lift him up.

With the increase of strength, there was a very slight "click" sound, Xia Liang frowned suddenly, his face turned pale, and there were bulging veins around his temples that could be seen with the naked eye.

arm.

A thunderous thunder exploded in Liu Xiaoman's mind.

As if he had been stabbed, he rushed over to replace Xia Liang's right hand, exerting force together with him, his lips were trembling but he couldn't utter a word, tears fell down uncontrollably.

He had never hated himself so much, a cripple with only one arm.