Xiaoman

Grandpa was also surprised when he saw Xia Liang when he went downstairs, he wrapped a tea egg and stuffed it into his hand: "Wake up so early? Are you here to find Xiaoman to go to school?"

"Ah." Xia Liang smiled, and he didn't lie, he took the tea eggs and asked grandpa, "Is your leg better?"

"It's all right, it's all right," Grandpa waved his hand, and avoided coughing twice, "Where's your arm? I've suffered from old age. When will the doctor say it will be removed?"

Speaking of arms, Liu Xiaoman bowed his head and was busy at the side, and immediately looked over.

Xia Liang looked at him and smiled again: "It's almost there."

He glanced at the stall, understood the general process, and stretched out his hand to help. Grandpa immediately slapped him away and made a joke: "I don't need you, both of your hands are not as sharp as mine."

"Have you eaten? See what you want to eat and roll one for you." Grandpa asked him again.

"I'm not hungry now." Xia Liang stepped aside, and when the stall was set up, someone came to buy breakfast, and Liu Xiaoman was already grabbing the bag and preparing it.

"Why don't you stay here and go to school with your classmates. I'll tell him when Yang Yang comes." Grandpa said.

"No need." Liu Xiaoman and Xia Liang said at the same time.

"You guys are busy, I'm here..." Xia Liang looked around, selling breakfast is really not something he can help with, "Just wait for a while."

Liu Xiaoman quickly looked at him again, and pointed to Uncle Song's supermarket, indicating that there was a stool for breakfast over there.

In fact, Xia Liang should be let go first. If he really gets busy, he won't be able to relax for a while. Waiting for him is quite boring.

But he didn't say anything when the words came to his lips. He didn't know why, but knowing that Xia Liang was waiting for him, he felt unspeakably happy. He went to bed late yesterday and got up early and was still a little sleepy, but now he doesn't feel sleepy at all.

In fact, Xia Liang hesitated for a while whether to leave, not because he was afraid of being bored waiting for others, anyway, he went to school was equally boring, mainly because he felt that he was here, and the grandpa and grandson always wanted to think about themselves, delaying people's work.

Still a little rash.

He thought in his heart, just thinking about seeing Liu Xiaoman, he came over directly after checking the time, and didn't consider that he still had business to do, so he ran over like this, which was a bit in the way.

But after thinking about it, he still didn't leave, sat down on the stool that Liu Xiaoman pointed out to him, watched Liu Xiaoman skillfully help his grandfather, and unhurriedly broke open the tea eggs and ate them.

I thought I would have to wait an hour, but not long after eating, Grandpa Xiaoman said "Ouch" and said to Liu Xiaoman, "The bag is almost gone."

"Isn't it?" Liu Xiaoman flipped a handful hanging under the table, and took out a few more from his apron pocket.

"It's just this bag, and the squeak will disappear. It may not be enough tomorrow or the day after tomorrow." Grandpa kept saying with his hands.

Liu Xiaoman said "Ah", the bags are consumables, and my grandfather usually goes to the market to wholesale them one by one. Recently, it may be because of a fall, the two of them didn't put their minds on it, and forgot about it. .

He also wanted to say, "It's okay, just enough for today." Grandpa had quickly rolled up a burrito for two people and stuffed it into his schoolbag, saying, "Go and buy two."

"From Uncle Song?" Liu Xiaoman asked in a low voice.

The ones bought in small supermarkets are definitely not as affordable as the wholesale market.

"Isn't there a big supermarket up there?" Grandpa said, "Go and have a look, buy it if you have it, and forget it if you don't. If you buy it, you can pretend to go to school first, don't waste time going back and forth."

"Now?" Liu Xiaoman blinked, feeling that he understood a little bit, and muttered in a low voice, "Is it really missing?"

"Go." Grandpa smiled, with a hint of cunning in the wrinkles and creases at the corners of his eyes, "It's cold, it's not good to make people wait."

Liu Xiaoman wanted to laugh a little, thinking that grandpa was so cute, and even had a flirt with him, it seemed that he really didn't want Xia Liang to be wasted here.

He hesitated to take off the apron: "I'm leaving now, sir, can you do it yourself?"

"I raised you so big, can't you do without you for a while today?" Grandpa chased him away, "Go, sell these today, and take them when they are sold, without going up and down the stairs."

"That's fine." Liu Xiaoman nodded.

Before leaving, he whispered to his grandfather again: "Then brother Yangyang is here, can you tell me?"

"Then if I don't say it, who else can say it?" Grandpa gave him a funny look, "How much would he really want to take you? You're so old."

Liu Xiaoman smiled embarrassedly, thinking that you don't know what's going on.

Xia Liang found it inconceivable that Liu Xiaoman was going to buy bags at this time, otherwise I would go up and buy them. Grandpa waved his hands again and again, telling them to go quickly.

"Is it really in such a hurry?" He was still asking a few meters away from Lao Liu's earlier stall, "You go back, I'll go buy it and deliver it to you."

Liu Xiaoman glanced at him, but still felt like laughing, kicked the snow off the curb, and said, "My grandfather should really like you."

"Really." Xia Liang smiled, understood a little bit, and didn't insist anymore.

He does have a bit of a relationship with the elders, which is quite amazing. Parents and younger children can't get close to him at first impression, but it is inexplicably easy to attract the attention of the elderly.

The "big supermarket above" that Grandpa Xiaoman said was actually a convenience store at the intersection.

Before six o'clock, there are no people on the road except the office workers who catch the early shift. Occasionally, students who get up early and go to school for endorsement ride their bicycles "jingling" past, with the bright sky on their heads, and they are still sleepy. white gas.

Liu Xiaoman and Xia Liang went up in retrograde direction. He actually liked to see the pedestrians at this time. No matter whether their faces were numb or tired, they would soon be replaced by busyness and vitality, because those who were rushing were all ahead, toward a brand-new Work hard for a day.

There is definitely no need to buy the bag. He went in and wandered around and then came out, saying that it was expensive, and he went to the market to wholesale it later.

Xia Liang didn't think it was expensive, but he didn't say anything, some things could be bought for Liu Xiaoman casually, and some things couldn't, he didn't want the relationship between him and Liu Xiaoman to be like helping the poor.

However, Liu Xiaoman's "expensive" sentence reminded him of his mother, one size counts for one size, his mother may not be very qualified in being a mother, but when it comes to giving money, she has never been a little bit bad treatment.

Xia Liang never felt that it was natural for parents to give their children a lot of money beyond living expenses. Even for a parent like him, he never used the money given to him by his family as "debt" or "compensation". The word hook.

Only when there is love is there a debt. What his mother owes may be her own conscience, not necessarily him.

Grandpa has his own pension, and basically all the money his mother gave him has been saved.

He also saves, but the one who really spends his mother's money has always been him, his father who is like his prodigal son.

Sometimes when I think about it this way, I can understand why his mother can be treated like this.

"Did your mother beat you yesterday?" Just thinking about it, Liu Xiaoman asked.

"Huh?" Xia Liang asked him to look at his own face, "Do you think I look like I've been beaten?"

Liu Xiaoman looked at it seriously, then shook his head: "It's not like that."

He added: "It's fine if you don't fight."

Xia Liang smiled: "I saw what Luo Hao said in that group."

"Is it true?" Liu Xiaoman asked as he walked.

"Basically," Xia Liang said, "He likes to exaggerate when he speaks, but it's actually not that..."

He stopped and thought for a while, raised his eyebrows and picked an adjective: "Terrible."

Liu Xiaoman laughed, compared to the calm and unscathed Xia Liang in front of him, what Luo Hao said yesterday was a bit too scary.

"Then the one behind your ear," Liu Xiaoman pointed to his ear, "Did Auntie hit it?"

"Yes." Xia Liang also touched it. Last time he recalled that the scar was the day he severed his hand. He usually couldn't see it and couldn't touch it. It was neither painful nor itchy. He usually couldn't remember it even if no one mentioned it.

"Why did you hit you?" Liu Xiaoman continued to ask.

"Have you ever heard a word," Xia Liang said, "Beating a child on a rainy day—idle is idle."

This is an allusion, Liu Xiaoman has heard it before, but he can't laugh here.

It's on the head, you can't tear open a hole with your hands, you must have something with you.Although he didn't have a mother, he also had a grandfather. He couldn't imagine that if his grandfather was free, he would put something on his head to greet him.

"It hurts so much," he said, and asked again: "Why did you hit you?"

Xia Liang looked at him.

why.

Even he can't remember.

"My mother, I actually can't figure it out." He pulled Liu Xiaoman to his side. They didn't go down Yuanyuan Road when they came out of the convenience store. Snow, easy to slippery feet.

"She's very busy, and I think she's under a lot of pressure. When I was young, when she and my dad were still together, they always quarreled. Sometimes they even hit and threw things. It was quite scary." Xia Liang recalled. It was the first time he had told others about his childhood in such detail, and Luo Hao and the others had never done it either.

"Sometimes things don't go my way, and I happen to be an eyesore, so she hits me twice. It's not always like this, but when I catch up, there's nothing I can do." He smiled, "When I was young, I thought everyone was like this, If you get angry, you can beat the child."

"It will be fine when I grow up. She and my dad can't get along at all, so I don't get angry with me so much. It's rare to be a little bit hard when I get angry. The ears are pulled out with a stool." He said.

Liu Xiaoman was already very upset when he heard the previous words, and he was stunned when he heard the word "stool", and almost forgot to continue walking: "Stool?"

"Small stool." Xia Liang raised his hand and gestured, "It's not big, the kind for children to sit on, but it's made of wood, so it's quite heavy when you smash it."

"Children can't do it either." Liu Xiaoman didn't know whether he was angry or anxious, and felt that it was very unreasonable, so he tugged Xia Liang, "How could she beat you like this? What if something happens?"

"Distressed?" Xia Liang looked at him with a smile.

"You're still laughing." Liu Xiaoman frowned.

"Then should I cry?" Xia Liang said.

Liu Xiaoman was taken aback by his question.

"It's a scar, not a wound, and it doesn't hurt anymore." Xia Liang said, "There are many things that I can't control. Of course, I don't want to suffer from it if I can. I choose."

"Aren't you the same?" Xia Liang patted his forehead.

The corners of Liu Xiaoman's mouth moved, but he didn't speak.

"As for life, you have to look forward," Xia Liang continued to walk forward, "People who are always thinking about those old scars on their bodies will not have much success."

Liu Xiaoman looked at his stretched and straightened back, knowing that Xia Liang was right, but he didn't know why he felt even more uncomfortable.

Such a nice person.

If he was Xia Liang's mother, she would never want to beat him.

Thinking that he seems to be a "father", he raised his heels up to Xia Liang and asked him, "Then what about transferring schools?"

"I was just about to tell you," Xia Liang turned his head and took two steps backwards, "You really have to take me to study, my mother told Shang Liangshan that if the results of the final exam don't look good, you can directly transfer to me. Walk."

"Oh." Liu Xiaoman wrinkled his nose.

"Do you feel reluctant when you think about it?" Xia Liang said with a smile.

"No." Liu Xiaoman shook his head: "You are so smart, you can get up after a little study. I think you should study hard long ago."

Xia Liang stopped and stared at Liu Xiaoman seriously for a while.

"What's wrong?" Liu Xiaoman also looked down at himself and dusted himself off.

While walking with his head down, he accidentally leaned towards the wall of the alley. Xia Liang just wanted to remind him to pay attention to his feet. The road was slippery, but Liu Xiaoman stepped on it and fell on the snow with his arms raised.

Pounced too hard, and slid forward along the downhill road.

"Hey..." Liu Xiaoman yelled, it didn't hurt to have the snow cushion on it, so he was a little stunned by the fall.

I haven't fallen down like this in many years.

Xia Liang was also taken aback, "Fuck", said "It's okay", and hurried over to help him.

"No," Liu Xiaoman struggled to think about it, and he couldn't get up for some reason, the snow was slippery and soft, and his head fell down, and he couldn't get up after several times of tossing, "Why can't I get up again?"

I also ask myself.

Xia Liang saw that he tossed and tossed a few times, he really didn't look like he was in pain, so he didn't worry, and wanted to laugh a little, thinking that Liu Xiaoman was really... cute and fun.

Liu Xiaoman tried twice but it was useless, he waited for Xia Liang to help him, but when he heard that he was not moving properly, he looked up and found that Xia Liang was actually smiling.

"Why are you still laughing?" He wanted to grab a handful of snow and throw it over, but thinking about how such a big person could fall like this, he couldn't help laughing himself.

It's amazing, if it's someone else, even Fan Yiyang, he might not be able to laugh.

Fortunately, it was still early, and no one else passed by in the alley.

"Help me up." He said with a smothered smile.

Xia Liang tried it in the past, originally wanted to scoop up Liu Xiaoman, but he couldn't use his own hand to pull it out, so he couldn't help but squatted beside him and laughed again.

"You're still laughing!" Liu Xiaoman couldn't hold back, and laughed too.

"You're like a sack on the floor." Xia Liang smiled and sighed, and poked the hair on the top of his head, "Call Brother Liang, Brother Liang hugs you."

Liu Xiaoman thought that if he had a little ambition, he couldn't shout, but he was bored for a while, and then he whispered: "Brother Liang."

Xia Liang's heart skipped a beat.

"Liu Xiaoman," he squatted beside Liu Xiaoman, and instead of poking Xuan'er's hair, he scratched Liu Xiaoman's head, "Stay with me."