Xiaoman

Xia Liang was not beaten, but Luo Hao was sure about the school transfer.

When his mother saw Shang Liangshan, she told him straight to the point. After hearing the reason for Xia Liang's punishment, she felt that Xia Liang's state at school was not satisfactory, and she still wanted to transfer him.

"I didn't see any changes in him. We also said on the phone that you can't change him, I can only change him to a school." She said so.

Although Shang Liangshan could feel the strength of Xia Liang's mother on the phone, he didn't expect to be so aggressive when they met in person. It happened that Xia Liang was punished to stop, which made him seem weak in everything he said.

"I can't say that," he said carefully, "Xia Liang has changed recently, he hasn't skipped class, and he looks like he's studying now... He's pretty good at math now."

Xia Liang listened to him rummaging, and boredly switched legs to support his weight.

"From the head teacher's point of view, I still suggest not to transfer schools," Shang Liangshan continued, "After the second year of high school, I would not recommend students to transfer schools, and he has been repeated for a year, and he has to go to another school and adapt to the new environment again. The combination of all aspects may not necessarily be better than the current state.”

"Besides, even if you consider these things, you have to wait until the end of this semester, how can you transfer your child to another school halfway through." Shang Liangshan smiled.

Xia Liang's mother also raised the corners of her mouth almost invisible, looking at Xia Liang without saying a word.

"Let's wait a little longer. Whether there is any change or not depends on the exam. Let's wait until the end of the semester and see if he has improved." Shang Liangshan also looked at Xia Liang, "I am quite confident that I can change him. This child Xia Liang actually understands everything he should understand."

"The hairstyle has changed." Xia Liang's mother laughed. She scanned Xia Liang from bottom to top, and finally fixed her gaze on his arm, frowning suddenly, "Why is your arm still not in good shape?"

This is a fucking question.

Xia Liang looked at her.

After knowing that he was fractured, the first question related to the arm was asked in the meeting.

He knew that his own mother was sometimes "nervous", and he was used to it over the years, but today he felt very annoying.

He always thinks what he thinks is what he thinks, never discusses or discusses, always feels that he is a hopeless person, and always wants to "save" his life in the way he thinks.

If you say move, you will move, if you say let him move back, you will move back, if you say repeat the grade, you will repeat the grade, and now you have to transfer him to another school.

He didn't care about the environment before, it was the same everywhere.

Now that he has a so-called someone, he doesn't understand what she is doing when she suddenly runs over with an attitude of caring about her studies, opens her mouth to transfer to another school, shuts her mouth to change.

Who is the one who has not changed?

"Soon," he said quietly.

The conversation with the head teacher didn't take long, and after the end, she didn't let Xia Liang go to class, she asked the head teacher for a day's leave, and took Xia Liang out of school directly.

"Where are you going?" Xia Liang stood in front of the car and frowned.

Why does it look like Shang Liangshan, shouting unsatisfactory while leading it outside the classroom.

"Show you the school prepared for you." Xia Liang's mother said.

"I didn't say I wanted to transfer schools." Xia Liang looked at her.

His mother ignored him and got into the driver's seat directly. After buckling up the seat belt, she lowered the passenger window and looked at him from the inside: "I didn't say I'll let you turn now."

Xia Liang opened the door and got in the car.

There was nothing to say on the way there, and the atmosphere in the car was more dull than calling an online car-hailing car.

The school is very familiar, and he knows it just by looking at the route before he arrives. The No. [-] Middle School is located in the school district where his home in the city center is located. When he was in junior high school, he could pass by it every day to and from school. The meaning of a trip.

"I've read it, can I go?" Xia Liang asked a little irritably without even getting out of the car when he reached the school gate.

My mother didn't chase him away, and the car didn't turn off the engine. She turned the steering wheel and drove towards the mall: "Follow me to buy something for your grandpa."

Xia Liang didn't speak, leaned on the back of the chair and looked out the window.

After a while, he heard his mother ask, "How is your grandpa?"

This question does not sound ridiculous, Xia Liang even felt a little sad, he really didn't know if it was the same in other families, the whole family was torn apart, being a mother could not say a word to her son, being a mother A daughter should ask her son how his father is doing.

He looked at the profile of his mother who always seemed calm and distant, and suddenly thought of Liu Xiaoman who was snuggling up to his grandfather and serving him tea and water. His worries were real, his advice was real, and his love was also real.

Xia Liang felt that he understood a little bit, where did the "comfortable" feeling that Liu Xiaoman gave him from the beginning come from.

He has temperature.

He is just the right amount of warmth.

"Can't you take the time to go and see for yourself?" he said to his mother.

Mom didn't speak, just stared at the red light in front of her, as if she hadn't said anything.

I bought a bunch of clothes and useful nutritional products, ordered a dehumidifier, ordered a "family meal" from the restaurant, called my grandpa, and the two went home without a word.

Grandpa is happier seeing his daughter than Xia Liang seeing his mother. The family has a proper atmosphere. Mom talks about this year's work situation, how busy she is, how tense and stressful the end of the year is, and grandpa cares lightly. A few words.

"Xia Guangzhi is looking for me again."

When the meal was almost finished, my mother said this.

"What else is he going to do?" Grandpa asked displeasedly, "Didn't you already give him everything you wanted? What else is he making trouble for?"

"Who knows him." Mom picked up a chopstick.

"Your whole life," grandpa sighed from the nasal cavity, "it should be. At that time, I stopped and persuaded your mother, and you couldn't have a good life with him. If you don't listen, screw it up."

Mom didn't speak.

"Did you screw it out?" Grandpa said again.

"Then you agreed directly when I first wanted a divorce, so don't continue to block and persuade me." Mom raised her head.

"You live your life by yourself." Grandpa looked at her, "You always feel that your mother and I owe you this life. Don't forget how your mother left, girl."

"I told you that I didn't think so, can you stop mentioning my mom every time you come back?" Mom put down the bowl with an irritable expression.

The movement of the bowl was too loud, the bowl hit the spoon, and a spoonful of hot soup was pried up, splashing on Xia Liang's chest.

"Is it burning?" Grandpa frowned at him.

Xia Liang didn't speak, he dropped his chopsticks and got up and went back to the room.

Shit pours stove.

He felt tired, from the inside out.Not in the mood to go to school, he took off his clothes and slept at home, and he could still hear his mother's excited voice again.

Xia Liang felt that his mother might be really sick, anxiety disorder or something like that, she would never speak directly when she had something to say, and she was extraordinarily calm when she calmed down. Once she touched the point that made her irritable, her emotions seemed to be uncontrollable, and she quickly became irritable.

This is actually quite similar to Xia Guangzhi.

A family of neuropathy.

Opening his eyes again, the time jumped to the middle of the night, and he fell asleep for a whole half a day.

Xia Liang woke up from the cold, his arms exposed outside the quilt and confiscated, cold.

There was a smell of snow in the air. He squinted his eyes and looked out of the gap where the curtains were not drawn tightly. He couldn’t see anything, so he closed his eyes again, trying to resume his sleepiness just now and sleep until dawn. .

After trying for a few minutes, the more I lay down, the more awake I became.

This is completely full of sleep.

Xia Liang sighed, opened his eyes and took the mobile phone by the bedside.

The eyes that had just opened couldn't stand the light, he looked at the screen with his eyelids open, and saw Liu Xiaoman's name appearing in a string of unread messages, he was a little surprised, his eyes were not empty, and he didn't care about anything else, He clicked on Liu Xiaoman's message directly.

Liu Xiaoman sent him two WeChat messages.

A "Are you okay?"

The other has only one emoji, the "hug" villain that comes with WeChat.

Two hours passed between the two messages. Xia Liang looked at it for a while and tapped his thumb on the villain. Usually he thought these expressions were silly, but now he looked at them, no matter how he looked at them, they were pleasing to the eye.

Also cute.

Also warm.

He could imagine Liu Xiaoman's appearance when he sent him a message. Liu Xiaoman didn't know how to play with his mobile phone, and he had to poke his fingers for a long time to type a word, but he was very patient; he must feel dazzled when looking for expressions, so he picked them seriously Choose to go, only to choose such a "hug" that can express your mood.

Putting the phone aside, Xia Liang stretched his arms across the back of his hands to cover his eyes, and the corners of his mouth turned up.

He suddenly wanted to see Liu Xiaoman, right now.

As soon as this thought came to him, he turned on the light and sat up from the bed. He checked his phone and checked the time. It was only 43:[-].

There is no shop in front of the village or behind the village.

He got out of bed and opened the curtains, and it was snowing outside. This year's snow was dense and abundant, and the small stone table in the yard was covered like a big snow cake.

Xia Liang stretched his waist, lit a cigarette and bit it, wishing for the first time that the winter morning would come sooner.

At [-]:[-] in the morning, Liu Xiaoman came down from upstairs with a small basket containing burritos, pulled out a long board from behind the gate of Uncle Song's small supermarket, and helped grandpa set up a breakfast spread.

He doesn't like working in snowy days. He feels his hands are tied when he does anything. There are always obstacles in pulling the boards and moving the stools. He has to dust off the snow for a long time before placing anything.

He was still putting the board on the high stool when a pair of feet appeared in front of him. Liu Xiaoman didn't dare to raise his head for fear that the board would fall out, so he could only quickly say, "I'm sorry I'm not ready yet, you can go to another house to have a look first..."

Before he finished speaking, the man stretched out a hand to help Liu Xiaoman put the board up.

Liu Xiaoman was stunned, looked up and met Xia Liang's eyes.

The sky was not bright yet, and there was only a yellow light bulb on top of his head. Xia Liang's eyes were warmed by the light, and he looked at him openly.

"Why are you here?" Liu Xiaoman asked in surprise, white air could be seen coming out of his mouth when he spoke.

After he finished speaking, his heart skipped a beat, and he turned his head to look at the electronic clock hanging in Uncle Song's supermarket.

Woke up late today with grandpa?

Xia Liang was so amused by his reaction that he pulled up the zipper on Liu Xiaoman's neckline and said, "I woke up and wanted to see you, so I came here."

Liu Xiaoman pursed his lips and looked at him.

It was very busy in the morning, and there was not enough time. He had to set up the stall before grandpa brought the dishes.

But facing Xia Liang who wanted to see him, he felt like a pot of soy milk was boiling in his heart, gurgling and gurgling, he wanted to ask a lot of questions, and he couldn't put his mind on the stall at all.

"Turn your head a little bit." He simply stretched out his hand towards Xia Liang.

"What's the matter?" Xia Liang asked while lowering his head, cooperating with Liu Xiaoman to stretch his head over.

Liu Xiaoman's palm was very hot, and his fingers were a little cold. He poked behind Xia Liang's left ear and touched it. Sure enough, he felt a scar, not short, at least two or three centimeters long, extending from behind the ear straight into the hair behind the temple. .

He took a deep breath inwardly.

really have.

"Just for this, you sent me two WeChat messages?" Xia Liang didn't care. He didn't regard these as childhood traumas. That's enough.

But Liu Xiaoman's concern still made him feel warm.

He let him touch it, with a smile in his eyes: "Then you can hug me now."