Xiaoman

"...Ah." Liu Xiaoman was stunned.

Grandpa didn't say anything more after saying this, and Liu Xiaoman didn't say anything. He went back to the kitchen to pick up chopsticks and bowls, and went in and out a few times, not knowing what he was thinking.

return?

My mind was filled with these words, and I was in a mess without thinking.

Obviously at noon, he was still talking to Xia Liang about these two key words, "my dad", "not coming back" and so on.

Now one of the key words has changed from a negative sentence to an affirmative sentence, but he is in a state of confusion, without thoughts or emotions, just numb repetitions.

return?

What are you doing back here?

Go back to this city, or go home?

Grandpa took another two sips of hot tea in silence, and went to clean up the dishes in the pot.

It wasn't until the grandpa and grandson sat down at the table to start dinner that grandpa poured him a glass of juice and sighed with a smile: "It's a new year for you."

Liu Xiaoman also smiled.

"He said he wanted to come back for the New Year." Grandpa picked up a chopstick dish for him.

Liu Xiaoman knew that he was talking about his father, and said "ah" again, looking at the bowl in a daze.

New year.

The Chinese New Year is early this year, and from now to the Chinese New Year, it will only be three weeks at the most.

He still didn't know what to say, so he could only eat with chopsticks.

After finishing the meal, he cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, and told his grandfather, Liu Xiaoman went to look for Fan Yiyang with the set of wrong questions.

Originally, he didn't want to go so early, but he couldn't think of what to do if Fan Yiyang wanted to question him about his mobile phone, or if he asked a deeper question that he didn't expect.

But now the mood is different from before.

Now he knows that his father is coming back. This information is like a soybean dropped into the water basin. It didn’t make any big waves at first, but it just made a “poof” sound, but it bubbled up little by little as it absorbed water. It was so bloated that he had to care whether he wanted to or not.

It's there, it's there, shining brightly.

He didn't want to see it, but it was swollen in his eyes and in his heart, so swollen that he didn't have the mood to think about other things, he just felt that his heart was swollen and stuffy.

Fan Yiyang grew up with him since he was a child, and has experienced many accidents with him, so he knows the affairs of his family better than anyone else.When he got this kind of news suddenly, he couldn't think of how to relieve his mood except to find Fan Yiyang.

Before leaving the house, he turned on the TV for his grandfather, and there was an incomprehensible song babbling on the TV, and he looked back at his grandfather again.

Grandpa sat on the balcony with his back facing him, thinking about something, his shoulders and back were hunched, and he looked weak and thin.

Liu Xiaoman remembered that when his mother and father left home one after another when his accident happened, grandpa always sat on the balcony like this, silent and not saying a word.

But at that time, he still had a healthy body, and he still held a cigarette in his hand, like a mature man, with steady shoulders.

Now he is very old.

Older than her actual age.

Liu Xiaoman suddenly felt dazed.

Since when did grandpa become such a little old man?

Unlike his own father, after all these years, as a father, grandpa must have missed his son very much.

When they arrived at Fan Yiyang's house, they had just finished dinner, and Fan's mother was washing dishes in the kitchen, and Liu Xiaoman heard her shouting "I have my hand, come someone to open the door" through the door.

The person who opened the door was Father Fan. Seeing Liu Xiaoman raised his eyebrows, he smiled: "Xiaoman is here? You picked the time, just finished eating, and you will be there 10 minutes earlier."

"Xiaoman is here?" Mother Fan poked her head out of the kitchen to look at him, "You child, go to school at noon, I specially steamed big hoof buns for you, have you eaten, if you haven't eaten, warm it up for you, eat more A bit."

After finishing speaking, she called Fan Yiyang: "Yangyang! Get the egg yolk cake for Xiaoman, I put it under the TV."

The entertainment program of CCTV was playing on the TV, Fan Yiyang came out of the room: "Here?"

Liu Xiaoman answered with a smile one by one, obviously he has been to Fan Yiyang's house countless times, but this time the contrast is indistinguishable.

This is a normal home, warm, bright, friendly home.

It will never be the same as his home.

Entering Fan Yiyang's room and closing the door, the room immediately became another small world.

Fan Yiyang didn't bring up his mobile phone as soon as he came up, he first took Liu Xiaoman's wrong question book and looked through it, and asked him to sit down and give him a lecture.

Liu Xiaoman felt that he was listening very seriously, Fan Yiyang could understand what he said, and remembered it, but when he heard Fan Yiyang call him "Xiaoman?", he raised his eyes, only to find that Fan Yiyang was frowning.

"Huh?" He agreed.

"I've called you twice, I'm always distracted." Fan Yiyang put down his pen, "Look at me."

Liu Xiaoman looked at him.

"You recently..." Fan Yiyang started, feeling annoyed. He knew that Liu Xiaoman was sensible, and he had been sensible since he was a child.

But recently it was obviously loose, others may not feel it, even Liu Xiaoman himself may not be able to feel it, but he knows, he knows Liu Xiaoman too well, and Liu Xiaoman's state is not right from inside to outside.

"What's going on with you recently?" He softened his voice a little.

Liu Xiaoman's head drooped, and he picked at his pants.

"I'll settle the score for you." Fan Yiyang shook out a piece of draft paper with a "shua".

"The last week is basically about preparing for the exam. This semester is over." He drew a bar on the paper and set a few points on the bar. "You are now a sophomore in high school, and you have winter vacation. The winter vacation starts in February and ends in July." During the summer vacation, cut off the beginning and end for four months."

"Four months and sixteen weeks, six days of classes a week, excluding Qingming and May Day, and various activities," Fan Yiyang circled a big "90" on the paper, "Fully counted, from now to the third year of high school, a hundred days in a row There is no class time."

Liu Xiaoman looked at the "90".

"Then for these 90 days, you have to set aside half a day for Xia Liang every day." Fan Yiyang looked at him.

Hearing Xia Liang's name, Liu Xiaoman's face moved.

With this slight movement, Fan Yiyang suddenly felt that he didn't need to say anything.

What mobile phone, reason, meaningless.Liu Xiaoman's mind is not on study now, he is completely occupied by that Xia Liang and his gaudy things.

It's not that he couldn't understand, after all, for Liu Xiaoman, Xia Liang brought him freshness that he had never experienced or seen before. No matter how sensible Liu Xiaoman is, he is still a teenager, and he naturally yearns for new things.

But he can't just be a teenager.

Fan Yiyang controlled himself not to frown.

At this age, all teenagers can devote their minds to eating, drinking and having fun, because no matter how bad their grades are, no matter how poor their grades are, they still have at least two hands. Less looks decent.

Liu Xiaoman is really different from them, Liu Xiaoman has nothing but an arm and the breakfast stall.

His childhood, youth, and the short half of his life before him have been... ruined, and his future life really cannot be ruined again.

"Xiaoman," Fan Yiyang sighed lightly, and let him look at himself again, "Our only way out is the college entrance examination, you are, and so am I."

Liu Xiaoman opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but Fan Yiyang interrupted him: "You can't vent your energy, at least not now. Chinese New Year is coming soon, anyway, the last few days..."

"My dad is coming back." Liu Xiaoman looked at him firmly.

Fan Yiyang was taken aback for a moment.

His first reaction was to look at Liu Xiaoman's arm, and then at Liu Xiaoman, just as Liu Xiaoman had just heard the news, he was also a little dazed.

"What..." After speaking, he stopped and thought for a while, "Come back?"

"En." Liu Xiaoman nodded.

"When?" Fan Yiyang asked.

"I don't know, he said he wanted to come back for the New Year." Liu Xiaoman said.

"Tell you?" Fan Yiyang continued to ask.

"My father." Liu Xiaoman picked up the pen slowly, and drew one after another under "90", "Called my father and said he wanted to come back for the New Year."

He repeated it again.

Fan Yiyang didn't speak, the room fell silent, the sound of the TV in the living room could be faintly heard, talking and laughing with Fan's parents and mother.

Liu Xiaoman's father.

All these years, he thought that this word and Liu Xiaoman's mother had gone away with Liu Xiaoman's arms.

"Your father..." Fan Yiyang thought for a while and then said, "Uncle, did you say the specific time?"

No.

Liu Xiaoman shook his head.

That’s right, when I come back to celebrate the New Year, I won’t go home until the 29th day of the new year. For the Chinese New Year, the word “pass” is used. Maybe I will come back on the [-]th of the year, maybe I will come back after Laba, maybe... I can come back tomorrow .

The phone calls are coming, will it be far to go home?

Fan Yiyang thought the same as him, and was in the same mood as him, moving slowly and a little dullly.

"What do you think?" He asked Liu Xiaoman.

Liu Xiaoman had no idea, had no idea before coming here, and still had no idea after talking to Fan Yiyang, always felt like he was talking about other people's affairs, no matter how he understood it, it was absurd.

"It's good to come back." Seeing that Liu Xiaoman didn't speak, Fan Yiyang stroked his hair, "Grandpa is getting old, and you will be an adult next year. When you come back, it's like a family..."

Liu Xiaoman grinned reluctantly.

"What about your mother? Have you contacted her?" Fan Yiyang continued to ask him.

"I don't know." Liu Xiaoman said softly.

When did his father start contacting grandpa? Today is still the past. If it was only today, why did he come back all of a sudden? If he kept in touch, why didn't he come back for so many years.

He doesn't know anything.

Just like Fan Yiyang calculated, the last week of the semester, time flies by.

Liu Xiaoman didn't mention his father's matter to Xia Liang, and he still had a little self-esteem in front of the person he liked, and he didn't want to keep bringing up bad family affairs.

Moreover, Xia Liang has been quite annoying recently, it seems that Chinese New Year is coming soon, and each family is still tending towards a "reunion". His mother's phone calls to Xia Liang recently are much more intensive than before, and her attitude is always tense and struggling to study.

Everyone has their own troubles. Li Meng's last week was like sitting on pins and needles. Every day when the exam was approaching, he became more nervous. , lying on the table like a dead pig, muttering "Isn't this fucking over?"

Liu Xiaoman expressed helplessness.

In the evening self-study on the first day of the exam, he and Xia Liang took the time to do a set of comprehensive essay papers. Fan Yiyang gave them a bit difficult questions, but they successfully helped him filter out two small knowledge points that he hadn't reviewed.

After finishing, the two exchanged papers with each other, the total score was 300, Liu Xiaoman got 264, Xia Liang got 187.

"This score is half less than yours." Xia Liang put the papers of the two together and took a picture.

"It's pretty good." Liu Xiaoman drew a little sun behind his score, "You only got 145 in the monthly exam paper last time."

"I forgot, you remember so clearly?" Xia Liang took another photo of Little Sun.

Liu Xiaoman raised his eyebrows proudly: "I will remember every time you make progress."

"It's so touching, I'm about to cry." Xia Liang said with a smile.

"If you can get [-] in the final exam, I will pass it too." Liu Xiaoman said.

"Really?" Xia Liang looked at him.

"Try it, I think you can do it." Liu Xiaoman looked around and took the initiative to squeeze Xia Liang's hand.

"Do you still want to pull a hook?" Xia Liang's eyes circled for a while.

Liu Xiaoman stretched out his little finger: "You can pull one if you want."

"It's up to me." Xia Liang's little finger circled with him and tugged.

"That's what you thought." Liu Xiaoman withdrew his hand, took out the answer from the paper and put it between the two of them, "If you pull it, you can't change your mind, you have to take the [-] exam."

"Liu Xiaoman," Xia Liang spread out the answers, and ticked off the correct ones for the multiple-choice questions, "Do you feel that you have grown bolder?"

feel.

Xia Liang didn't need to tell him that he felt that hooking up with Xia Liang was something he really didn't even think about until he became familiar with him.

He doesn't know what's going on, it's like this when staying with Xia Liang, he feels relaxed everywhere, from talking actively to joking, from touching his hands to touching his belly... After such a calculation, it seems that there are more than one hooligans Xia Liang is alone, and his little tricks are getting more and more.

"Is it good or bad to get bigger?" He tilted his head to look into Xia Liang's eyes.

"Okay." Xia Liang nodded, and put his hands on his lap, "The bigger the better. I'll pinch it for you."

Liu Xiaoman smiled and brushed him away.

During the exam, I can't concentrate on thinking about other things. After the end, this semester can be regarded as a breath of relief.

The results could not come out on the same day, and there was still a week of classes after the senior three exams, and the holiday was not until the 28th of the year.

In the past few days, Li Meng has gone directly from dying to not being a person or a ghost. The cheat he spent a night making is useless, and was accepted by the invigilator, and Shang Liangshan was asked to lead the person.Li Meng begged for a long time to tell Shang Liangshan not to tell his mother, when he came back, he looked like he was going to jump off the building.

There are no ups and downs in the dynasty, so what should happen.

Xia Liang didn't respond either, Liu Xiaoman asked him how he was feeling, and he just said "It's okay".

"Are you full?" Liu Xiaoman asked him.

"Yes." Xia Liang agreed.

"That's fine." Liu Xiaoman heaved a sigh of relief.

Xia Liang laughed: "That's all you ask of me, what about the agreed two hundred?"

"I believe in you." Liu Xiaoman said with a smile.

He really believed in Xia Liang, even if he didn't try his best, at least he wouldn't be the same as at the beginning, because the unreasonable reason of "too lazy to write" was to hand in a blank paper.

The days were so smooth and tight, he even forgot that he had a "dad" who hadn't seen him for more than ten years and was coming back for the New Year.

The day when Liu Xiaoman's father arrived home was the last day of their make-up classes. On the 25th, on Friday, Liu Xiaoman had to go to school to get his grades.

The time for make-up lessons is not considered early for self-study, so there is no need to go so early. He helped grandpa clean up the stalls, and he also cleaned up the house. It was the Chinese New Year, so what should be cleaned up had to be cleaned up.

He was so enthralled that Fan Yiyang's bicycle bell rang downstairs, and he hurriedly left the rag to change his clothes.

Maybe it was because of my impatience, I took things for a while and forgot things for a while, and when I went to the door to change my shoes, I found that I didn't take my schoolbag.

I don't bring a school bag to school.

He smiled to himself, turned around and went back to get his schoolbag.

The sound of knocking on the door rang at this moment.

"Xiao Man?" Grandpa called out from the room.

"It's not me, I didn't leave," Liu Xiaoman came out with his schoolbag on his shoulders, "Brother Yang Yang."

"I'll get off right now..." He opened the door while talking, but the door opened, but he couldn't continue speaking.

A very... strange middle-aged man stood at the door.

Liu Xiaoman was stunned.

Intuition told him that this was his father.

The man looked very embarrassed, his head and face were a little oily, he was carrying a large travel bag on one shoulder, and there was an equally large suitcase standing by his feet.There was a plastic bag tied to the handle of the box, which was loosely tied, and inside it was a bowl of instant noodles, an open biscuit, and two or three apples.

Maybe I just got off the train overnight.

"Yes..." The man was as at a loss as he was, but he adjusted quickly. He first looked at Liu Xiaoman's arm, and then moved back to his face. He couldn't tell if he wanted to make a smiling expression, masseter muscle The circle moved stiffly, and the voice was also stiff, asking him, "Is it Xiaoman?"

"Who is it?" Grandpa coughed and shouted in the room.

"I am..." the man muttered, as if he was taken aback by the sound, he didn't continue to speak, and quickly looked back.

Liu Xiaoman was also looking behind him.

No suitcase behind me, another travel bag, instant noodles and apples.

Behind him was another middle-aged woman who described being tired.

"This is Zheng Shumei, your Aunt Mei." The man introduced quickly and softly.

Zheng Shumei smiled at him, she was in the same embarrassment as the man, holding a quilt in her arms.

Why are you holding the quilt?

Liu Xiaoman couldn't respond, his politeness made him want to smile back reflexively, but the corners of his mouth couldn't be pulled up, he just felt someone knocking on the Tianling Cap with a small hammer.

"This is..." After introducing Zheng Shumei, the man actually patted the quilt in her arms again.

When lifting a head wearing a tiger hat from Zheng Shumei's arms, Liu Xiaoman realized that it was not a quilt, but a small face with wrinkled nose and eyes, which seemed to be very uncomfortable, leaning on Zheng Shumei's shoulder looked at him listlessly.

It's personal.

Grandpa didn't know when he came out of the room and stood in the living room.

"This is your little brother, Cancan." The man's voice was low, "You let us in first."