Xiaoman

Xia Liang was flipping through the refrigerator, and Liu Xiaoman tilted his head to look at it. He couldn't imagine that Xia Liang was a person who could cook.

"What do you want to eat, ribs or chicken?" Xia Liang asked him.

So big?

He thought it was just a steamed dumpling, a steamed stuffed bun, or something like scrambled eggs with tomato.

Liu Xiaoman looked at him suspiciously: "You know how to do it?"

"Then three cups of chicken, just use the rice wine you brought. Stew the pork ribs in soup." Xia Liang directly ordered, took out the things and walked to the kitchen, "Don't you believe me?"

"Three...cups?" Liu Xiaoman was a little puzzled.

"The name of the dish, I'll give you three cups." Xia Liang smiled, "You can have many cups."

"I've never heard of it," Liu Xiaoman smiled shyly, "I don't even know how to do it."

"As long as you know how to eat, I'll do what you want." Xia Liang walked past him and touched his forehead.

Liu Xiaoman rubbed his forehead, feeling helpless to himself, now he felt that there was something in Xia Liang's words.

"I live with my grandpa, let him, he doesn't put salt in any dishes." Xia Liang took out two large bowls from the cupboard, put the meat in it and put it in the microwave to thaw, then changed hands and began to wash rice and cook, "I want to eat I have to go back to the pot again for some of the things he made, and after a few months of research, I have practiced it."

Liu Xiaoman imagined Xia Liang standing in front of the stove and returning to the pot, cool and helpless, the corners of his mouth wanted to go up.

"There's a question I've always wanted to ask you." He leaned against the door frame and hesitated to ask, thinking that he should be qualified to ask now.

"Say." Xia Liang put the rice cooker into the rice cooker.

"At the school gate, the one in the car, is that your father?" Liu Xiaoman said.

Xia Liang thought for a while before saying "Oh" and nodded: "Yes."

Liu Xiaoman opened his mouth.

Before he could speak, Xia Liang laughed first: "Do you think it's quite speechless, a father and a mother, a crazy person who competes with each other."

"No." Liu Xiaoman thought for a while, then said, "Why did he kick you?"

"It seems that I was asked to ask my mother for money. I was short of money and spent it." Xia Liang quickly patted two pieces of green onions and threw them into the pot. "I didn't listen carefully at the time, I found it annoying."

"Why is your father like this?" Liu Xiaoman frowned.

With such a pair of parents, it is not easy for Xia Liang to grow up so well.

Fortunately, there is grandpa.

"It's always been like this," Xia Liang said with a calm expression, "I also don't understand how my mother could fall in love with him, such a useless person."

"If you want skills but no skills, education and no education, you should be confused by that face." Xia Liang continued, "One size counts for one size. The wedding photos of the two of them are really good at typing. Posting them online The kind that invites a group of little girls to call them fairy couples."

You yourself are about the same.

Liu Xiaoman thought in his heart, if he sent out a bunch of photos, he would definitely be chased by a group of little girls.

As far as Xia Liang and his mother's looks are concerned, Xia Liang's father will not be far behind.

Thinking about his own parents, if it wasn't for the fact that there was still an old photo album in his grandfather's place, he accidentally found it when he was packing things two years ago, and he couldn't even remember what they looked like.

"What about your family, why are you and your grandfather the only two people?" Xia Liang asked him, the microwave oven dinged, and he brought out the ribs.

"My mother left, and my father left soon." Liu Xiaoman said simply.

I can't say it's complicated, it's the way it is, and I can't add some touching plots like on TV.

"Go?" Xia Liang repeated.

"It's just an ordinary walk, leaving home," Liu Xiaoman explained, "It's not that people are gone. After leaving, I haven't come back, and I haven't contacted again."

"After your accident?" Xia Liang looked at him.

"En." Liu Xiaoman nodded.

Xia Liang didn't speak, turned on the faucet and washed his hands before opening his arms to Liu Xiaoman: "Come here."

"I'm fine," Liu Xiaoman smiled, and walked over to put his hands on Xia Liang's back, pretending not to put his face on Xia Liang's neck deliberately, "It's been so many years, I'm used to it."

"Recharge your batteries." Xia Liang followed his back smoothly.

Xia Liang's stewed pork rib soup and the several cups of chicken can't be said to be comparable to restaurants, but it is enough for a high school student to be able to cook like this. Liu Xiaoman was surprised that the taste tasted better than Xia Liang's cooking skills.

"It smells so good." He sincerely praised, "It tastes good when you smell it."

"Have you ever eaten snail noodles?" Xia Liang threw another piece of chicken leg into his bowl.

"No," Liu Xiaoman said, "but I've heard of this, it stinks."

Xia Liang didn't know why he was amused by his "very smelly", and the ribs caught on the chopsticks fell back into the bowl and picked them up after laughing, saying: "It smells smelly, but it tastes delicious. Cook it back for you to taste."

"You can do that too?" Liu Xiaoman took a sip of the soup, he thought that these noodles and sausages were all made at the stalls in front of the school.

"That's better than these." Xia Liang pointed to the ribs and chicken on the table.

"Is it okay if we just eat like this? Is your grandpa really not coming back to eat?" Liu Xiaoman asked.

"It's okay if you don't come back," Xia Liang said, "I find his cooking tasteless, and he also thinks my cooking is salty, so open up and eat yours."

Tangzu was full, Liu Xiaoman sighed contentedly, Xia Liang ate faster than him, and waited for him with grapes beside him: "Full?"

"It's enough." Liu Xiaoman patted his stomach.

Xia Liang started to clean up the dishes.

Liu Xiaoman is capable of this job, and he does it very neatly. He couldn't get involved with Xia Liang's cooking just now, so hurry up and clean it up with him now.

Xia Liang didn't show politeness to him, and took two bowls from the stacked dishes for him to hold conveniently.

Liu Xiaoman followed him to send all the dishes into the sink, turned on the faucet and asked, "Aren't you curious?"

"What?" Xia Liang handed him the dish soap.

"My arm." Liu Xiaoman said.

In fact, Xia Liang only asked his parents about this, and he wanted to say it when he didn't continue to ask.

Except for Li Meng's familiarity, if most people ask about his parents or his arms, the two questions are basically side by side.

"What happened to your arm?"

"Ah, then you only live with grandpa, what about your parents?"

"God."

Ask twice, sigh, and then maybe say some comforting words, such as finishing a post-reading review, or expressing a testimonial after reading a story.

He has really tried his best to be as calm as possible with himself, and he would rather that the people who listen to the story treat him with his attitude, and do whatever they want.

But like Xia Liang, who didn't say a word to his arm, he couldn't help being curious.

After all, it is the person I like. For the person I like, I want to know his life more, and I want to cut myself open to let him know.

I really don't want to know why?

Or did you already know it from Li Meng?

This time it was replaced by Xia Liang leaning on the side. He looked at Liu Xiaoman and thought for a while before saying, "Maybe I don't feel that you are different from ordinary people from the bottom of my heart. I really haven't thought about it much."

It can't be said that there is no curiosity.

When he first heard about and met Liu Xiaoman whose name spread all over the campus, Xia Liang also thought about what he had gone through to suffer such a big injury.

He heard some reasons from other people, he remembered that it was probably an electric shock, and then this initial question was gradually replaced by Liu Xiaoman's pleasing personality——

What exactly has he experienced that can make a person who has suffered such a great trauma grow up without any sharp edges and thorns, but also strong and self-reliant, able to smile slightly in front of everyone, always gentle, and always optimistic.

Rather than wanting to know what happened to Liu Xiaoman, he was more curious about Liu Xiaoman's past that he had never experienced.

What he wanted to know was always the complete Liu Xiaoman, not Liu Xiaoman's missing arm.

Liu Xiaoman could understand what he meant, and he could always understand other people's kindness. He smiled at the dishes in the sink, and said softly, "I like you so much."

"What about me?" Xia Liang also smiled.

"You are very nice." Liu Xiaoman looked back at him and said seriously.

Four words that are not romantic at all.

Xia Liang looked at him.

But it was such a simple to ordinary four words, he heard them in his ears, but his heart was full of them, just like the feeling Liu Xiaoman gave him, soft and full.

He reached out and flicked Liu Xiaoman's forehead.

In the evening, I have to go home early for dinner. After noon, there is not much time left.

The sun turned, they did not continue to sit in front of the computer desk, but squeezed next to each other on the small sofa.Liu Xiaoman told Xia Liang the reason for his arm accident, but in fact it was just a few sentences.

Afterwards, the two started to study again, Xia Liang had the political book on his knees, and Liu Xiaoman had Xia Liang's answers to the major questions, and he roughly stroked the questions with knowledge points.

I don't know who was sleepy first, but they were still stacked together and squinted.When Liu Xiaoman opened his eyes again, it would be dark outside the window.

"I'll take you back." Xia Liang followed him to ask for clothes.

"No need," Liu Xiaoman hurriedly stopped him, "Your grandfather should be back, don't let him be alone in the dark at home."

Xia Liang smiled and didn't insist anymore.

"See you tomorrow then." He hugged Liu Xiaoman and kissed him again, then patted his buttocks.

Liu Xiaoman felt that the two of them could not stand the situation again after a few more dawdlings, so he hurried away with his schoolbag.

In fact, he insisted not to let Xia Liang send him off. Apart from considering Grandpa Xia Liang, there was another factor that made his right eye twitch.

Fan Yiyang.

Liu Xiaoman has an intuition that with his usual luck and the habit of getting along with Fan Yiyang's family for so many years, he will definitely meet when he returns home...

"Xiaoman?" Fan Yiyang walked to the door of Uncle Song's supermarket and came out carrying a bottle of soy sauce.

"Ah." Subconsciously, Liu Xiaoman's neck felt hot. Today is not the same as before. He even opened his trousers at Xia Liang's house today, and his guilty index rose by at least two hundred points.

"Brother Yangyang," he stopped and called out, not daring to look at Fan Yiyang's face, so he tilted his head and stared at the soy sauce bottle in his hand, "Where are you going to buy soy sauce?"

"Have you gone to school?" Fan Yiyang looked at him.

It seems that grandpa said as he taught.

Liu Xiaoman nodded.

Fan Yiyang didn't speak immediately, stared at Liu Xiaoman for a while, and sighed softly: "My lord is at home by himself, so I invited him over for a meal at noon, and came back after eating. Tell him to say nothing."

"Wait for me, I told him to come back to eat in the evening." Liu Xiaoman squinted his eyes with a smile, guilty conscience, Fan Yiyang's family really had nothing to say to him and grandpa, he was very grateful.

"I'll go and thank my uncle and aunt later." He moved his feet and planned to go upstairs.

Normally, he said that Fan Yiyang must have made him "get it", but today it was different everywhere, and before he moved his feet, Fan Yiyang answered seriously: "Don't look back, go find him after dinner." me."

"...Huh?" Liu Xiaoman blinked.

in such a hurry?

Grandpa is at someone's house at noon... eat too much?

"I have something to tell you, and I will bring you a set of papers by the way. I think you have almost done your practice." Fan Yiyang said, he finally smiled a little at this time, "The exam is coming soon."

"Okay, then I'll go over after dinner." Liu Xiaoman could only nod his head.

"Go up." Fan Yiyang patted him, and left with soy sauce.

Liu Xiaoman's heart broke into three pieces and bounced in his stomach, thinking that Fan Yiyang must have discovered something, otherwise he couldn't be so serious.

But it shouldn't be. He went to Xia Liang in the morning and didn't meet Fan Yiyang. He couldn't have heard his grandfather said that he had gone to school, so he followed him to find him, right?

It's not impossible, Aunt Fan might let him go to school to pick her up for dinner, and Fan Yiyang said to practice...

practise!

Liu Xiaoman suddenly thought of a certain possibility, and hurriedly ran upstairs.

There's no practice at school, and it's holiday, so let him take everything home.

In the corridor, you can smell the aroma of oily fumes from every family’s cooking dinner. When you open the door, the smell is even more fragrant. He didn’t even have time to say hello to his grandpa. Dimly, as if calling in the room, he ignored him, and ran directly into the room.

After pressing the light tube, Xia Liang gave him a corner of the mobile phone under the pillow.

"Hey..." Liu Xiaoman sighed, took off his schoolbag and sat on the edge of the bed, pushing his phone in.

I was too careless, I just put it under the pillow in the morning and left, forgetting to check it.

Brother Yang Yang has time to chatter.

Originally, he wanted to stretch on his back on the bed, and then he was troubled for half a minute, when his grandfather suddenly yelled angrily, "Go back to me", the tone was still very fierce, he sat up quickly, and went to his grandfather's room to look inside.

"Master?" He tried to call out.

The phone had already been hung up, and Grandpa was coming out of the house coughing and wheezing. Sitting on the stool, he wheezed for a while and waved his hands to show that it was all right.

Liu Xiaoman knew he was choking, so he went to pour hot water for him.

He came out with the tea mug and put it on the table. He narrated it to his grandfather and asked, "What's wrong, you're so angry?"

Grandpa still didn't speak, his cough subsided and he took a drink of tea, his face was indescribably ugly, he didn't know what he was thinking about.

Liu Xiaoman was a little flustered, his grandfather didn't speak and he didn't dare to follow up and ask. Hearing that the pot of food was still gurgling in the pot, he went to the kitchen to turn down the fire, and couldn't help thinking that if it was Xia Liang, it would probably be easy. It can be done.

When he came out of the kitchen again, Grandpa finally spoke.

"Your father called." Grandpa looked up at him, "He said he would come back."