Xiaoman

Liu Xiaoman didn't know how to answer him.

Not greasy.

He would rather be bored, but it's a pity that none of those eggs went into his stomach.

"I'll give it to you if you want it." He withdrew his hand, paid for his twisted burrito from the window.

Xia Liang was not polite at all, he pushed the plate forward and asked the aunt to add the eggs.

He didn't come alone. Luo Hao and the others had already finished shopping and were gathering together on a table. They raised their arms and called Xia Liang, and he came over with a plate.

"Little disabled, come and join us!" Luo Hao yelled annoyingly, pulling the back of the seat and chewing on a huge pancake.

Xia Liang kicked his calf to make him sit in it.

After returning to the classroom for a few minutes, get out of class was over.

Liu Xiaoman sighed inwardly, glanced quickly at the few lines of writing on the blackboard, put away the English book, and brought up the politics book for the next class.

He felt that he was inexplicably busy this morning, and he didn't know what he was busy with. Anyway, he didn't do any business at all, and his mind was so empty that it made people confused.

During lunch, Fan Yiyang asked him if he was comfortable after being divided into classes, and if he could keep up in class, but he couldn't say anything.

Thanks to the burrito during the big break, his stomach is half full like his brain at the moment, he can't eat, and if he doesn't eat, he is afraid of being hungry in the afternoon.

It's been half a day.

His affiliation was even more outrageous, he came to school probably just to make an appointment on the first day of school, after Liu Xiaoman met him in the cafeteria, he didn't see him for a whole day.

He skipped classes and got into fights, and he didn't seem to be doing anything serious at all. If he was a parent, he would have to worry about death.

Estimated to have died of worry.

Liu Xiaoman thought again.

Don't worry about that, parents can't fight with their sons in school.

Fantasizing about that rebellious scene, and matching Xia Liang's chilly face in his mind, Liu Xiaoman couldn't help laughing, feeling a little funny.

He is not the only one who is useless to Xia Liang.There was more than an hour of rest time before evening self-study, Fan Yiyang came to take Liu Xiaoman home to eat meat buns, and asked him on the way: "How are you getting along with Xia Liang?"

"It's okay," Liu Xiaoman thought of the uneaten tea egg, and felt embarrassed to tell Fan Yiyang such a trivial matter, "He was never here after that."

"No class?" Fan Yiyang asked.

"Well," Liu Xiaoman dangled his calf on the back seat of the bicycle, "the schoolbag is still there."

Fan Yiyang laughed from his nasal cavity, and was caressed into Liu Xiaoman's ears by the evening wind, so light that no one could tell what it meant.

Liu Xiaoman was actually a little surprised at their attitude towards Xia Liang's precautions so far, not only Fan Yiyang, since hearing Xia Liang's name at the school gate in the morning, one by one counted, and when they mentioned Xia Liang, whether they recognized him or not, everyone frowned. eyebrow.

It seemed that he was not only a unscrupulous student, but also a heinous bastard; instead of almost fighting with his own father in the office, he stabbed his own father half to death.

Liu Xiaoman usually doesn't pay attention to campus gossip, and doesn't know what other evil deeds Xia Liang has committed besides fighting. Looking at it objectively from his eyes, he feels that the other party is just an ordinary student who doesn't go to class.

It is also possible that a deeper face has not yet been revealed.

After all, at the end of the day, the time he had been in contact with Xia Liang didn't even amount to an hour.

"Don't be led astray by him," Fan Yiyang laughed softly, and then reminded him in a joking tone, "We are not in the same world as them."

Now Liu Xiaoman didn't even need to think about it, just said "hmm", and said with a smile: "I can't."

Let him play with Xia Liang bluffing like Luo Hao, it is impossible in this life.

When the car rode downstairs to Liu Xiaoman's house, he jumped down from the back seat and said to Fan Yiyang, "I'll go and tell my grandfather."

"Quick." Fan Yiyang patted him on the back with one long leg propped on the ground.

Liu Xiaoman smiled to protect himself from the itch, raised his legs and ran upstairs.

After entering the house, grandpa had just made dinner and was moving it to the dining table.

Liu Xiaoman yelled "Master", like a small swift whirlwind, blowing non-stop from behind his master and directly blowing into the kitchen, pouring water for himself.

Grandpa said "Huh?", put down the bowl and chopsticks and followed, a little surprised that he came home suddenly at this time.

During class, Liu Xiaoman usually doesn’t go home to eat. Fan Yiyang rides there in the morning, eats casually in the cafeteria at noon and evening, and comes back in the back seat of Fan Yiyang’s car at night. Tossing back and forth a few times is not enough trouble.

Today is the first day of school and someone beat you back?

"Why are you back?" He looked at Liu Xiaoman's face, afraid of seeing a grandson with a bruised nose, but fortunately, Liu Xiaoman's face was normal.

Liu Xiaoman raised his neck and swallowed a big mouthful of water, his eyes quickly cleaned the table, wanting to see what grandpa would have for dinner.

At a glance, it was all clear soup and little water.

A small pot of thicker rice porridge was sprinkled with two handfuls of peanuts, and the plug was unplugged. The peanut porridge was still steaming in the rice cooker, and the aroma was very fresh.

A grate was placed on the pot, and there were two steamed buns left over from an unknown date, and a plate of mixed pickles.

"I..." Just as he was about to speak, Grandpa turned and bent towards the window and coughed twice.

Liu Xiaoman put down the water bowl, turned around and went into the kitchen again, to prepare Banlangen for grandpa.

Grandpa's coughing problem was only added in the past two years. It was caused by the cold snap last winter. The two of them, grandparent and grandson, were knocked down by the flu together and fell into a coma for half a month. Blow rumblingly at the dinner table.

Of course he recovered soon, but Grandpa seemed to be in a bad mood all the time. He coughed twice at every turn. He went to check and there was no inflammation. He prescribed some anti-inflammatory drugs and took it but it didn't work. It was just a cough.

In addition to coughing, his body also began to feel chills, and his appetite became smaller and smaller. He didn't like to eat meat or get tired of eating, and he didn't like tea anymore. After drinking a bowl of banlangen and drinking it slowly, I still coughed.

"It's like this when people are old. It's the roots planted and the debts they owed when they were young." Grandpa told him that without taking it seriously.

Liu Xiaoman pointed at Banlangen, thinking about this, then looked at the pot of porridge on the table, and suddenly wanted to sigh.

The two of them are not picky when eating, they have no preferences, and they don't have much money. They often deal with what is left in the kitchen and eat when they are full. They don't feel too bitter.

But today he was a little panicked.

What can grandpa owe.

Other little old men and old ladies of the same age on the street have already begun to happily enjoy their children and grandchildren. Pity his grandfather, his daughter-in-law has run away, and his son has been missing all year round, and he has to take care of his troublesome grandson.

It has been more than ten years since this kind of life, and there will be decades to go on like this, it has already made him numb from the habit, and he can't feel the pain.

But as soon as these thoughts came out, he couldn't ignore them without feeling. There was nothing to complain about. He could only choke on his throat like chewing an overdried biscuit.

Maybe it's because he's about to eat Roujiamo.

It may also be because of the six tea eggs that disappeared for no reason.

"I didn't drink this pot, why are you rushing there." Grandpa said to him, stretched his head to look out the window, saw Fan Yiyangzhi waiting on the bicycle, and immediately understood why Liu Xiaoman came back now.

"Going to Yangyang's house for dinner?" He turned around and went to the cupboard and dragged out a plastic basin covered with a cloth, "It's just right, you bring some rice wine, this basin is delicious."

Liu Xiaoman originally wanted to tell Fan Yiyang that he was not going, and was drinking peanut porridge with his grandpa at home, but when he looked up and saw that his grandpa had packed a big bag of rice wine and handed it to him, he obediently nodded "Hey".

"Don't be honest when you go to someone's house to eat, eat with an open stomach," his grandfather would explain this every time he went to Fan Yiyang's house for dinner, and he repeated it for the [-]th time: "It's enough to have one, don't be the last one. Put the chopsticks."

"I know." Liu Xiaoman nodded again, repeating the thousand and one times.

There is an old saying that a dragon begets a dragon and a phoenix begets a phoenix, Liu Xiaoman always thinks it makes sense, and the reason why it makes sense is Fan Yiyang's family.

Their street is an old neighborhood, and the house used to be the worker's room of the textile factory. The textile factory has long since disappeared, and the husband's house has always been there. You can pass it all over the street.

Those who watch the theater watch the theater, and those who join in the fun join in the fun.

Back then, when Liu Xiaoman fell from a telephone pole, it was a big event. No matter what the relationship between the neighbors and neighbors was, they would contribute more or less, and anyone who could help would be willing to help.

Only Fan Yiyang's family has been like their own relatives until now, the family of three sincerely took care of him and his grandfather.

Fan's mother cooks delicious dishes, and she makes special dishes every now and then, so she asks Fan Yiyang to take Liu Xiaoman to dinner.

When he was young, he was young and didn't pay much attention. Going to Fan Yiyang's house was out of the habit, as natural as going back to his own home.Later, when he was in junior high school, his grandfather told him not to go, saying that he was indebted to people for being diligent, and that he would be chewed by others.

Liu Xiaoman is obedient in everything, if Fan Yiyang calls him again, he will not go.

As a result, when it was time for dinner that day, Fan Yiyang's mother directly brought a beautiful soup bowl and sent over a whole stewed pigeon.

"Uncle, the child is poor, and he has to grow up and go to school to increase his nutrition. Xiao Liu has been away for a long time. I think Xiao Man is distressed, and it has no other meaning. Yang Yang eats the same way alone. Don't take it seriously, or I will have to pay for it." It's really troublesome to send it here specially." Fan Yiyang's mother said quickly as soon as she entered the door.

Xiao Liu is Liu Xiaoman's mother. Liu Xiaoman tried hard to remember, but couldn't remember the taste of his mother's cooking.

"Grandpa, why don't you go to my house to have dinner together." Xiao Fan Yiyang said standing next to his mother.

Grandpa smiled, looked at him, and said nothing.

Grandpa must not be like Liu Xiaoman, who would go to someone else's house for dinner if he had nothing to do. He went to fry a small basket of real sugar cakes. That day, Fan Yiyang's mother took Fan Yiyang and had a meal directly at Liu Xiaoman's house. By the way, I took the soup bowl back, and took away those fried sugar cakes at the same time.

Later, Fan Yiyang called Liu Xiaoman to eat again, and grandpa would make up something for him to take there.

Liu Xiaoman went downstairs carrying the rice wine, and Fan Yiyang just wanted to ring the bell to remind him.

"Let's go, my mother called and said that if I don't go back, there will be no meat but buns left." He took the rice wine bag and hung it on the handlebar of the car, raising his eyebrows.

Liu Xiaoman smiled, straddled the back seat of the car and sat down.

Fan Yiyang rode towards the opposite side of the street with the front of the car tilted, and he arrived within a few pedals.

"Go up, I'll lock the car." Fan Yiyang handed over the rice wine.

"Okay." Liu Xiaoman nodded, and went directly to the third floor with the rice wine.

The husband’s house in Fan Yiyang’s house is more convenient than theirs. When it was built, a special garbage passage was dug, and there was a garbage outlet on each floor. You can empty the garbage from the garbage outlet without going downstairs. The dumped garbage is piled up in each building. In the garbage pit at the bottom, waiting for the sanitation workers to shovel it the next day.

Liu Xiaoman arrived at the door of Fan's house, and was about to knock on the door when Aunt Fan pushed the door open with a pot of mixed kitchen waste.

"Ouch!" Seeing that the soup splashed onto Liu Xiaoman's chest and clothes, Liu Xiaoman didn't make a sound, so she shouted anxiously.

"You child, you don't knock on the door when you get there. What did your master ask you to bring?" She took out the trash with one hand and pulled Liu Xiaoman into the room with the other. He took the rice wine brought by Liu Xiaoman and handed it to her husband, asking him to fill the bowl for dinner.

"What's wrong?" Uncle Fan raised his head to look.

Liu Xiaoman called Uncle, looked down, pulled his clothes shyly: "It's okay, I'll go back and change later."

"Why go back and change, it's not enough to waste time." Aunt Fan wiped it twice with a towel, but the oil stains were not wiped off, and a large area of ​​clothes was wet first.

She turned her head and called Fan Yiyang outside the door.

Fan Yiyang just opened the door and came in, before changing his shoes, he asked his mother, "What's wrong?"

"Find some clothes for Xiaoman to change into." Auntie Fan pushed Liu Xiaoman towards the door of Fan Yiyang's bedroom, "Quick, take out the clothes for me after changing, they will be washed while they are wet."

Then he turned around and patted Uncle Fan: "Shengfan!"

The man in the Fan family always listened to the woman, and she explained everything in a few words. It was Liu Xiaoman who was familiar with the swift and resolute action, and the three hurriedly acted according to the arrangement.

You don't need to look for clothes, Fan Yiyang can just pull out two from the closet and give them to Liu Xiaoman to wear.

"You choose by yourself, whichever one is pleasing to the eye can be replaced." He held the closet door and asked Liu Xiaoman to choose.

Liu Xiaoman saw a familiar long-sleeved T-shirt that Fan Yiyang had worn for a while, but now he probably didn't think it looked very good, and it was rare for him to wear it again, so he pulled that one out.

Fan Yiyang closed the cabinet door and leaned against the cabinet with folded arms.

Liu Xiaoman held his clothes for two seconds, and found that Fan Yiyang didn't seem to want to go out, so he turned to look at him.

"Change quickly, change to eat." Fan Yiyang met his eyes and urged him in turn.

"You go there first." Liu Xiaoman said.

He was embarrassed to take off his clothes in front of Fan Yiyang, and he was also embarrassed to let him out like a big girl, so he could only speak hesitantly.

Fan Yiyang blinked, dragged his voice "oh", and said with a smile, "I'm sorry."

Liu Xiaoman grinned nervously, urging Fan Yiyang to leave quickly in his heart.

"Xiao Man." As a result, Fan Yiyang not only didn't leave, he straightened up and took another step forward, sitting on the foot of the bed with his long legs, looking at him closely from bottom to top.

"Let me see," he said.