Xiaoman

Fan Yiyang said to take a look, of course it was impossible to stare at Liu Xiaoman's face.

Liu Xiaoman had often exposed his stump in front of others.

During the long recovery period after the amputation, he was unwrapped and wrapped in labor pains, and the medicine was changed; the little boy loved to wear a vest in summer, but he couldn’t hang it on his shoulders, and the shoulder straps went straight to the armpit. He was bald; he wore short sleeves, one cuff It was empty, and almost all the children of the same age on the street had peeped in through his sleeves, and he could vaguely recall those breaths that fluttered on the cut-off surface, itching him so much that he shrank his neck and hid.

The number of exposures in front of Fan Yiyang is even more.

Half of his childhood was mutilated with the loss of his left arm, and the other half was almost accompanied by Fan Yiyang. Once his grandfather went back to his hometown to borrow money and put him in Fan Yiyang's house for a few days. Aunt Fan helped him take a bath, and he and Fan Yiyang Putting it in a big basin, he and Fan Yiyang stared at each other's shoulders and arms with wide open eyes, breathing carefully and lightly at the same time.

At that time, Liu Xiaoman had already accepted the fact that he had lost an arm, but sitting in the bathtub with Fan Yiyang, he seemed to have been shocked again. Responding in a defensive manner, he and Fan Yiyang are physically different.

Different from all peers.

From now to the future, there will be a long and irreversible difference.

That day, the phantom pain he hadn't seen for a long time lasted until midnight.

After that, he didn't want people to see his wound anymore.

"What are you looking at?" The request was so sudden that Liu Xiaoman didn't know what to do in response. He subconsciously tilted his shoulders to avoid Fan Yiyang's gaze and muttered softly, "What's so interesting."

"Look at your arm." He took a step back, Fan Yiyang held his arm and pulled him back two steps, "It feels like I haven't seen it for a long time, and I don't know how it is recovering."

The reason is even more puzzling.

What are you looking at?

Liu Xiaoman looked at Fan Yiyang in rapt attention.

He was amputated, not a skin disease, and he would not grow back an arm just because he was looked at with care.

He looked at Fan Yiyang, and Fan Yiyang also looked at him, and as he watched, he heard Aunt Fan's voice rising in the living room again, piercing through the door with great momentum: "You two are celebrating the New Year indoors!"

Liu Xiaoman couldn't help urging, when someone outside shouted, the person making the request was Fan Yiyang again, his unspeakably weak self-esteem became a leaf attached to the branch, swaying down in a whirl.

People are so contradictory.

He couldn't help thinking.

I don't want to show it because the other party is Fan Yiyang.And precisely because the other party is Fan Yiyang, it doesn't seem to matter to expose the worst part of myself in front of his eyes.

"Come on, let me help you." Fan Yiyang took the opportunity to reach out to him, and pulled up the hem of Liu Xiaoman's T-shirt, "Raise your arms."

Liu Xiaoman lowered his eyelids, obediently raised his arms.

The clothes were lifted in front of Liu Xiaoman's face, blocking his eyes, Fan Yiyang swept over his shoulders, his eyes flicked over a piece of barren chest, and he felt that his eyes were full of harsh ribs.

Liu Xiaoman was thin.

Fan Yiyang always felt that his shoulders were narrow—even if his arms were still there, he was narrower than his peers in terms of skeleton.

Right now, his chest is leaning slightly forward with the posture of raising his hands, breathing together and rising and falling, the pale belly under the rib socket is softly sunken, if there is not a thin line stretched out on the waist and back spine, matching it With his dark complexion, he hardly looked like a teenager in development.

The place where the left shoulder should be connected to the upper arm is bare, and the broken bone under the skin pulsates against the skin of the wound that has already healed. It is very slight and futile, as if it wants to lift it like the right arm.

Thin and mutilated, the body in front of him was so thin that it was almost weird.

Fan Yiyang's back teeth were sore, and the soreness flowed from his shoulder bone to the back of his spine, and he shivered quietly.

too skinny.

Hastily wiped off the clothes, he shook off the replacement shirt and put it on Liu Xiaoman.

Even if Liu Xiaoman's arms are still there, he must have a narrow body.

He thought quickly in his heart.

Time is always running out.

Talked to grandpa at home for a while, changed clothes and delayed for a while, the two of them hurried to eat, Fan Yiyang still ate the last half of the roujiamo in his mouth on the road, almost kicked the wheel Hot Wheels, just at the intersection of the school, the bell for evening self-study preparation still rang.

Several students rushed towards the school gate from all directions like athletes. Fan Yiyang was overtaken by a student carrying cold noodles diagonally. Instead, he squeezed the brakes, slowed down the car, straightened his back and exhaled.

Left and right were late, within a minute and a half, and it wouldn't be worth it to have a fight with someone at the front of the school gate.

Liu Xiaoman let go of the hands that were clenched on the hem of his clothes, moved his buttocks on the back seat and sat up again, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

He was bumped by the roadblock several times, and his buttocks were turned halfway. If Fan Yiyang didn't slow down, he was afraid that he would slip down sideways.

It would be embarrassing if you really fell. After you fell, should you call Fan Yiyang to help yourself, or should you get up quickly and run away to avoid losing people? This is also a question.

"Sit down," Fan Yiyang felt him moving behind, and tilted his head to remind, "I feel like you're going to fall."

"Not yet, almost." Liu Xiaoman said feelingly.

"Huh?" Fan Yiyang quickly turned his head to look at him again carefully, Liu Xiaoman was sitting firmly behind, the two looked at each other, feeling a little baffled by each other, and at the same time grinned a little wanting to laugh .

Jumping down from the back seat, Liu Xiaoman wanted Fan Yiyang to leave him alone and go to the carport to park and go back to class, so he could also run to the classroom quickly.

As a result, before his feet landed, there was a "beep--" and a loud horn sounded loudly behind him.

The two turned their heads together again and looked towards the source of the sound.

A big black car was parked on the side of the road not far away. Liu Xiaoman recalled that they drifted over from the road just now, as if passing by this car.

The people in the car didn't know if they were arguing or something, but they could feel the noise from a long distance away, as if the whole car was full of anger, and the horn hadn't stopped when the passenger's door was slammed from the inside. " Pushing it away, Liu Xiaoman was startled, for fear that the car door would hit the curb.

He didn't recognize a few license plates, and he had never even seen the logo of this big black car. It looked quite impressive, but he didn't know what was wrong. The whole body was scratched and the paint was peeled off. Like a leopard, the roof of the car is still dented, and now it is pushed and kicked with a bang bang, showing the temperament that it will fall apart in a second.

"Let's go." Fan Yiyang took a glance, then turned his head indifferently, got out of the car, and walked towards the school gate holding the handlebar.

Liu Xiaoman raised his leg to follow, and while looking away, he glanced at the person coming out of the passenger seat, and he stopped.

It's Xia Liang.

He was still Xia Liang who was clearly arching his head in anger.

It's okay if it's just Xia Liang, but Liu Xiaoman felt that the Xia Liang he saw was different from the one he heard all day, as if Xia Liang should be a little bit hotter and fiercer, so as to fit the impression given by the name.

The current Xia Liang is quite suitable, although he is not grinning his teeth and glaring at King Kong, but his face is full of impatience, Liu Xiaoman thinks that he must really want to turn around and kick the big black car over.

"Xiaoman?" Fan Yiyang pushed the cart and took two steps, but found that Liu Xiaoman didn't keep up, and turned around to call him.

As a result, when he turned around, he and Liu Xiaoman saw a shadowless leg chasing out from the passenger door at the same time, as if he had practiced a magical skill, he kicked Xia Liang's ass, and then retracted at the speed of light after kicking.

... I really don't know what the posture of the people in the car is.

he thought calmly.

Liu Xiaoman was not as calm as he was, this kick came too suddenly, showing anger in his swiftness, so fast like a phantom, he was stunned.

Xia Liang's reaction was quick.

Although he never expected that the god would chase after him with a kick, he was kicked so hard that he swayed forward a step, and almost kowtowed to the lamppost in the street.

When he turned around, he clenched his fists, wishing he could just pull the old bastard out and give him a kick. Looking at the people coming and going on the road from the corner of his eye, he suppressed his anger and kicked the car door viciously.

The old wretch was still suppressing his voice and scolding him: "I've been born as a donkey for so many years..."

The car door was slammed, he didn't want to stay here for a second, he walked around the front of the car in two steps and crossed to the opposite side of the road.

Liu Xiaoman didn't expect him to walk so fast, his eyes were about to bump into Xia Liang, the corners of his mouth moved, and he didn't know how to react or express.

It's fine if they don't match up, leaving Xia Liang with a back view to be as embarrassed as he wants, he just pretends that he didn't see anything, and when they arrived in the classroom, the two of them sat quietly at the same table.

By the way, it's still a classmate, or a deskmate, not a deskmate who hasn't met at all, and said a few words during the day...

Liu Xiaoman's sensitive nerves were filled with embarrassment at the moment.

It seems inappropriate to say "hello" or "have you eaten" at this time.

He couldn't ask Xia Liang "does it hurt?" could he?

However, before he could finish his deliberation, Xia Liang continued to blow the wind from the soles of his feet, brushing past him without turning his eyes.

Liu Xiaoman stared at his back for a moment, thinking he should pat the shoe prints on his butt first.

Trotted into the teaching building before the class bell rang, Fan Yiyang explained that he was still waiting at the old place after school, Liu Xiaoman didn't have time to reply, so he answered "OK" and hurried to the second floor.

There was no class scheduled for the first period of evening self-study, and he didn't know which teacher was coming. There were still a few students wandering towards each class at the door, and the class was noisy. He was relieved, knowing that the class must not have come yet. people.

He slipped in through the back door and was no longer surprised to see that Xia Liang's seat was still empty.

Just as his butt was sitting firmly against the stool, Li Meng turned around with a "hey" and lay down on the table to talk to him.

Before he finished "hey", Shang Liangshan rolled up a big paper tube in his hand, poked his nose at the door of the classroom with a sullen face.

"Fuck." Li Meng shrank his head and turned back, his movements were very smooth.

Shang Liangshan was the same as in the morning, silently frightening the surroundings with his gaze, and when everyone in the class noticed his presence and no one was chattering, he stepped onto the podium with his hands behind his back.

Liu Xiaoman listened out of the window with his ears open, not knowing which class had already started the English listening comprehension.

"Class meeting, don't waste time, three things." Shang Liangshan put the scroll in his hand on the podium, unfolded it and said, "One, select the class committee."

The class hummed softly again.

"Second," Shang Liang Shanqu tapped his index finger on the table, "Starting tomorrow, every morning at [-]:[-], the whole class," he emphasized, "note, I'm talking about the whole class—gather in the small playground."

Arriving at school 10 minutes early was a big deal. The class fell silent, and everyone raised their heads and stared at him without blinking.

Shang Liangshan was satisfied, and announced the second half of the sentence with a blank face: "Run and practice."

Li Meng was half leaning on his chair while turning the book, but when he heard this, he almost slapped the book on his face, so he used the sudden commotion in the class as a cover, and shouted, "Damn it!"

Liu Xiaoman's first reaction was to pinch the time in his heart, he was not afraid of getting up early, no matter how early he was, it would never be earlier than helping his grandfather pay for breakfast every day, he wanted to pinch Fan Yiyang's rhythm to keep up with him.

Halfway through pinching, thinking about running exercises has nothing to do with him, so I stopped pinching.

Flipping through the unfinished exercises, he had just knocked out the nib when he suddenly heard a slow sound of pushing and pulling from the window. Looking outside, he saw a dark shadow by the window stretching his finger into the crack of the window, which frightened him suddenly. Eyes wide open.

He was startled, but the black man outside reacted more than he did, and even "shh" and waved at him in a gesture of "I'll strangle you if you make a sound", and pointed at Xia Liang's table hole with gestures, thinking Ask him to help you dig out something and hand it out.

Liu Xiaoman recognized this person as Luo Hao, and saw a figure leaning on the railing behind him, which seemed to be Xia Liang, and was a little speechless.

Let him do this kind of stealthy work with one hand, why not just let him flip out of the window with a slam.

Shang Liangshan's words blew up the whole class into mourning, and without any intention of explaining, he shook the unfolded scroll, and he directly announced the third thing: "Come here, a few tall boys, and post these slogans. .”

Talking about the tall boy, he pierced Xia Liang's seat with two eyes like javelins, and immediately frowned into iron bumps, then pointed at Liu Xiaoman, and asked, "Where is Xia Liang?"

After asking, he realized that Liu Xiaoman's only arm was being crossed towards Xia Liang's seat in a weird, if not strange, awkward shape, and he blurted out and asked, "Are you okay?"

The whole class turned their heads back "swish".

Doorway.

No.

Liu Xiaoman simply didn't know which question to answer first, out of the corner of his eye Luo Hao fled like a Tu Xingsun, he took it back silently, and shook his head silently.

"Xia Liang..." Shang Liangshan still wanted to ask.

"Here." Outside the window, Xia Liang raised his voice in response, followed others to appear at the back door, and raised his hand towards Shang Liangshan.

Still holding a cup of freshly squeezed soy milk on the second floor of the cafeteria.

Ben Li laughed coquettishly.

"Didn't you hear the class?" Shang Liangshan looked at him and asked.

"I'm late," Xia Liang raised his hand and threw the cup of soybean milk into the trash can, and answered seriously, "I'll stand outside for a while."

"I let you stand?" Shang Liangshan was too lazy to work with him. He knew what kind of student Xia Liang was, so he just shook the slogan in his hand, "Come and post it for me."

Xia Liang went to the podium to get the slogan.

When he passed by the seat, he looked at Liu Xiaoman with drooping eyelids, and Liu Xiaoman met his gaze, and moved his eyes back to the exercise book as if nothing had happened.

His eyelids were not at ease when he moved back, he blinked twice, he always wanted to look at Xia Liang's pants, he was very curious.

I don't know if the big footprints are still there.