Xiaoman

On some sleepless nights, Liu Xiaoman secretly thought about what he would do if one day his grandfather was gone.

This question is the same as those futures that he is unwilling to assume. Every time it pops up, he tries to think about the next step, but he resists so much that he can't continue.

There is a saying that "there is no filial son before a long-term sick bed", he still can't understand it, just as he can't understand how his biological father is willing to abandon his old father and has not heard from him for so many years.

If one day grandpa is so ill that he can't get out of bed, he will take care of him in front of the bed for ten years like his grandpa pulling him, serving tea, water, shit and urine, as long as grandpa can still be by his side.

He couldn't accept that his grandfather would fall down one day, and that one day he would really be the only one left in this family.

Birth, old age, sickness and death have never been human nature to him, but God's unreasonable deprivation.

Together with Xia Liang, he lifted Grandpa up from the ground. Liu Xiaoman was not in the mood to take care of the mess on the ground and the stalls downstairs. He helped Grandpa sit down on the stool, saying that old people cannot fall, and accidents will happen if they fall. He was very anxious, he wanted to see Grandpa's legs, but also looked at Xia Liang's trembling arms with fear.

"I'm fine, let's see if your grandfather's leg is broken." Xia Liang was much calmer than him, first crossed his arms to avoid congestion, gritted his teeth, touched his phone and came out to call a car.

"Master?" Footsteps sounded outside the door, and Fan Yiyang walked in with a bag in his hand.

He didn't have class today, and he planned to go to school for self-study, but his mother asked him to drop by to deliver something to Xiaoman's house, but he didn't see anyone downstairs, but when he came up, he saw Xia Liang pulling out his phone in the door.

He froze for a moment, then took another look at the situation in the room, and quickly asked, "Why..."

"Farewell." Xia Liang interrupted him by turning his head a little irritablely, his complexion as if wrapped in gold paper, "Can you go downstairs and stop a car?"

Liu Xiaoman looked at him with red eyes, and wanted to call out "Brother Yangyang", but he opened his mouth and made no sound.

"I'll ask my dad to drive." Fan Yiyang frowned, without much hesitation, put his things aside, turned around and ran out.

Grandpa slowly regained his strength, glanced at Xia Liang's arm that was still wrapped in bandages, coughed and sighed.

It wasn't until he went to the hospital to take a film to confirm that Grandpa's leg was not broken, only some soft tissue damage, that Liu Xiaoman came back and wiped his face.

"Elderly people should pay more attention. The good thing is that they wear thick clothes, and wearing knee pads also acts as a buffer, otherwise it will be oily and watery, and it will be really hard to fall." The doctor wrote the list, After taking a sip of tea, he looked at Liu Xiaoman's empty left arm and paused, "Who is going to prescribe and pay for the medicine?"

Fan Yiyang's father hurriedly took it.

"Thank you uncle," Liu Xiaoman whispered to him, "I'll give you the money when I get back."

"Why are you talking about this, as long as it's okay." Fan Yiyang's father patted him.

Helping the grandfather out of the department, the grandfather took a look and asked Liu Xiaoman, "Where's that child just now?"

Liu Xiaoman was also very worried about Xia Liang, he turned to look for him, but there was only Fan Yiyang beside him.

"...Where's Xia Liang?" He asked hurriedly.

Fan Yiyang pointed to the consultation room with a complicated expression.

"Go, go and see how he is, I see why his arm is still bandaged?" Grandpa said.

"His fracture hasn't healed yet." Liu Xiaoman explained quickly, he felt pain when he said this, he looked at his grandfather and the consulting room, not knowing what to do.

"Go, my dad and I will take grandpa back first, and we have to change our clothes." Fan Yiyang looked at him and said.

"Go quickly." Grandpa pushed him, "If there is nothing else to do after the treatment, you should go back to school first, and if you need surgery, you should go home and get the money."

There is nothing to worry about handing over grandpa to Fan Yiyang's family, but Liu Xiaoman just felt embarrassed, embarrassed to be with anyone, and felt uncomfortable as if his heart was covered with mud.

He nodded with a "yes", and together with Fan Yiyang helped his grandfather to the lobby to sit down and wait for Father Fan, then turned around and ran back to find Xia Liang.

I don't know whether to say it's too coincidental or too embarrassing, but the doctor who showed Xia Liang's arm this time was the same doctor at the previous consultation.

Seeing Xia Liang, he joked: "Didn't you say you'll come back in half a month?"

"I can't wait." Xia Liang handed the film to him, "I feel screwed up again, you should take a look."

"Your arm is raised like a joke..." The doctor pulled out the film and shook, "It's a bit dislocated, it's okay, it's not serious."

Stretching Xia Liang's arm and knocking and lifting it, he couldn't help but smacked his lips: "Put on a splint, you don't need it at all. What are you doing with your arm again?"

When Xia Liang went to fight Grandpa Liu Xiaoman, it was basically instinct. He didn't think too much, so he changed someone, not Grandpa Liu Xiaoman, other old men lying on the ground in the cold, and he couldn't just ignore it.

Hearing the doctor's question now, he felt the pain squeezed out from the crack in the bone, so he smiled and said nothing.

The consultation room was a bit busy. When it was cold, there were quite a few old men and women who came to wrap their arms and legs, and there were also children wrapped in their parents' arms crying at the top of their voices.

Xia Liang waited in line for a while, tossed and tossed for a long time before going out, Liu Xiaoman waited for him at the door, the two of them got together, Liu Xiaoman looked at the heavy splint on his arm, and his nose felt sore again.

"I'm sorry." He wanted to touch Xia Liang's arm in the past, but he didn't dare to touch it, so he pursed his lips and said, "Thank you just now."

"Do you still want to bow to me?" Xia Liang tilted his neck, looking at his drooping eyes.

As soon as Liu Xiaoman bent down, he was about to bow to him.

"Hey," Xia Liang pushed his forehead to block him, he didn't know whether he wanted to laugh more or was more speechless, "You are still alive, you are almost the same."

Looking around, there were a bunch of people coming and going in the corridor, but he didn't see Grandpa Liu Xiaoman and Fan Yiyang and his son. He walked towards the payment office and asked Liu Xiaoman, "Where's your grandfather?"

"He's fine, his soft tissue was contused, the doctor prescribed some medicine, Uncle Fan and Brother Yang Yang sent him home first." Liu Xiaoman sniffed, "What about you?"

"I, I'm serious," Xia Liang said, "I don't know how long it will take to tear it apart."

Before he finished speaking, he felt that he had said the wrong thing. It has become a habit to tease Liu Xiaoman, who usually opens his mouth without paying attention.

Now is obviously not a suitable time to make fun of boredom, Liu Xiaoman is about to bow to him, after listening to such a sentence, why not kneel down to him?

Turning around, Liu Xiaoman really looked like he was about to cry, and he didn't go on the road, the corners of his mouth were drawn into a line, and he looked at him with a red nose.

"Ah." Xia Liang dragged his throat and sighed, he couldn't stand Liu Xiaoman like this, just now at his house he saw Liu Xiaoman knelt on the ground, gritted his teeth and shed tears, and felt unbearable, and his heart twisted.

The arm hurts enough, but I still have to hurt him with half my heart.

"Don't cry." He turned around, ignoring the people coming and going around, raised his left hand to circle Liu Xiaoman, pressed his head on his shoulder, "Don't watch me cry."

Liu Xiaoman rubbed his eyes on his shoulder, and shoved him away embarrassedly.

"I'm lying to you." Xia Liang smiled at him, raised his arm to let him touch it, "It's not serious at all, just fix the splint again, otherwise you have to find me on the operating table right now."

Liu Xiaoman touched it lightly, and the splint bandage was still a little hot.

"Does it hurt?" he asked softly.

"It doesn't hurt if you don't cry." Xia Liang looked at him.

Finally came out of the hospital again, it was past nine o'clock in the morning.

Xia Liang hailed a car, and when he was looking for a car on the side of the road, Liu Xiaoman saw the little tricycle selling candied haws last time.

"Wait for me." He happened to have lunch money at noon on him, he said to Xia Liang, and hurried over to buy one.

"For me?" Xia Liang took it.

"Yeah." Liu Xiaoman followed him into the car, and asked Xia Liang to hold the bamboo stick and take off the wrapping paper, "It doesn't hurt that much to eat something sweet."

This stuff is obviously sour.

Xia Liang really didn't like to eat this kind of hawthorn balls wrapped in syrup, so he took a bite out of it and asked Liu Xiaoman to put it on again.

The destination was Xiaomaoku Hutong, and he followed Xia Liang to his house again. Liu Xiaoman didn't care about the two consecutive geography classes at the moment, he just wanted to take care of Xia Liang first, and then go back and have a look grandfather.

Xia Liang knocked on the door. Grandpa was not at home. The old man liked fishing. As long as there was no hail in the morning, he would go out without hesitation.

"Take out my right pocket." Xia Liang said to Liu Xiaoman.

"Huh?" Liu Xiaoman looked at him.

"The key." Xia Liang raised the candied haws in his hand, "The left hand is taken, and your right hand is responsible."

His tone and eyes did not conceal the slightest hint of hooliganism. If his intentions were so obvious, Liu Xiaoman would probably bring the candied haws directly and let Xia Liang pick them up by himself.

But in this situation, let alone asking him to take out a key, even if Xia Liang asked him to climb over the wall to open the door for himself, Liu Xiaoman would climb without saying a word.

There were no people in the alley after nine o'clock in the morning. The sprinkler had just passed by, and the ground was still covered with water vapor. The sun shone obliquely from the eaves, just shrouding them in the shadow in front of the door.

Xia Liang put his weight on his left leg and leaned against the door wall. He watched Liu Xiaoman stuff his hands into his pocket with drooping eyelashes. He didn't wear school uniform pants, and the pockets of his jeans were a bit tight. Xiao Man stayed close to him so that he could exert his strength.

The strands of hair swept past the end of his nose, and his nostrils moved, smelling something...

The aroma of soy potato shreds.

He tilted his head and smelled his shoulders, too.

It's not romantic enough.

He arched Liu Xiaoman's temples with the tip of his nose: "You have to change your clothes, it smells like potatoes."

Just as Liu Xiaoman squeezed out the key, his hand trembled, and it dropped with a clang.

He bent down to pick it up, and Xia Liang continued, "I have to change my body."

"..." Liu Xiaoman blushed and stared at him, "You can't even change your clothes?"

"What do you think?" Xia Liang showed him the splint on his arm that was fixed to the bottom of his palm.

I feel bad.

Liu Xiaoman stopped talking, put the key in the door lock, and opened the courtyard door sideways to let Xia Liang in.

Xiaoguo lay on the stone table in the yard, basking in the sun with his stomach spread out. He was probably sleeping and was woken up.

Liu Xiaoman also opened the door of the house. The key was placed on the living room table and he didn't know what to do. Xia Liang went to find out a board of Fenbid, and took a pill with cold water. He looked at it for a while and felt that he couldn't wait in the living room. After changing Xia Liang's clothes, he went to the yard to rub the cat.

A few sparrows croaked on the wall, Xiaoguo woke up after being rubbed, avoided Liu Xiaoman's hand, squatted up and grunted and looked towards the wall.

Liu Xiaoman didn't have a cat to rub, but he could feel Xia Liang's gaze behind him. He held his ears and didn't dare to turn his head, his heart skipped from slow to anxious.

"Come here." Xia Liang put the water glass back and called him from the room.