Xiaoman

When Xia Liang returned to his grandfather's house, he didn't know which houses in the distance had set off firecrackers.

He glanced at the time, five fifty-nine.

I looked up at the sky again, it was okay, before dawn it was barely before New Year's Eve.

When he entered the yard, he was not surprised to see the living room light was on.Xiaoguo huddled in the yard, and when he saw him come back, he jumped up crookedly and cocked his tail and howled.

——It was kicked out, my mother can't see furry things at home, it's too dirty.

Xia Liang bent down and rubbed its hairy head, grabbed the back of its neck and picked it up to hold it in his arms.

"Hungry?" He pressed the tip of his nose to Xiaoguo's cold nose.

Xiaoguo grabbed him and let out a soft cry.

Pushing open the door with cold air, the TV was turned on at the lowest volume, and just after changing slippers, my mother came out of the kitchen in her pajamas, and asked him directly with her arms crossed, "Where did you go?"

Then he asked again, "Why didn't you answer the phone?"

It is reluctant to ask questions, and it is directly questioning.

Xia Liang ran up and down the hospital for half a day, and stayed up all night. When Liu Xiaoman came back, his grandfather was still awake. He was too lazy to talk, so he took the bag of cat food from the cabinet and went back to the house with the small pot in his arms.

"Xia Liang, I'm talking to you!" Mom shouted sharply.

The house was very quiet, but this sudden slam made people's brains jump.

"Can you stop shouting?" Xia Liang stopped in front of the door, and turned his face away a little impatiently.

"Why do you speak to me in such a tone? I owe you?" Mom took two steps forward with a "boom".

"Do you know what time it is? Do you know what day it is today? With a phone on your body, you can't answer or call?!" She continued to shout, her voice slightly controlled, but her anger grew even higher up.

Xia Liang frowned helplessly, and kicked the door open: "I'm tired, I have something to say tomorrow."

"Xia Liang!" Mom shouted again.

Her response was to slam the door.

With a "hum" in her mind, she picked up the hot water bottle on the ground and threw it at it.

The sound of the water bladder exploding shook the door, Xia Liang took off his coat, first poured cat food into the small pot, squatted beside him and watched it eat a few mouthfuls, then got up and sat on the edge of the bed.

Looking at the water slowly coming in from under the crack of the door, he lowered his eyelids and lit a cigarette.

The tobacco rolled in his throat and mouth with a numb and bitter taste, so he threw himself on the quilt on his back, and squinted his eyes and exhaled.

Really tired.

He didn't even want to open the window to ventilate.

The source of the tiredness was not much from Liu Xiaoman's side, but his mother, the continuous questioning after dawn, and the upcoming New Year's Eve dinner for the family of four.

It's going to be noisy again.

The ending that can be imagined without guessing is like this every year.

Xia Liang closed his eyes.

Outsiders probably wouldn't be able to understand it, obviously the couple are divorced, 360 five days a year, usually 360 four days, the four members of their family except him and grandpa, any two couples get along so badly even when they go online, and in the end On this day, we have to get together and have another big fight.

Let alone outsiders, he himself doesn't know what to draw.

He didn't understand Liu Xiaoman's family either.

After asking Liu Yong what he said, Xia Liang thought that Liu Yong would be furious if he had any blood.

but.

He was also annoyed, and he could see that he couldn't be a man without being annoyed by a student who was about the same age as his son.

But he was just annoyed, he didn't dare to look at him, he squeezed his fists and frowned and stared at him for a while, Xia Liang didn't dodge and let him go, and just stared at him like that without moving his eyelids, Liu Yong put all his strength on himself Son to vent.

He has a guilty conscience.

The indebtedness to his family for so many years, the uneasiness in his heart, and the old man's stroke after returning home for ten years, including the root cause of poverty, are all bricks and tiles that build up his violent guilt.

Xia Liang didn't have the hobby of chasing people to the end, he didn't even bother to open his mouth if he wanted to put it on others.Just because this is Liu Xiaoman, he feels distressed.

It is also because this is Liu Xiaoman's father, he has broken bones and tendons, so he must have leeway in what he says and does.

Liu Xiaoman.

Xia Liang thought about these three words, and then half-opened his eyes again to look at the lamp above his head.

Li Meng once said jokingly, "Xiaoman is dissatisfied, Xia Liang is bad", Xia Liang doesn't quite agree with the last four words, and the first four words are so true that I can't accept it now.

Not only his arms, Liu Xiaoman encountered all kinds of things, from individuals to families, none of them can be called "full".

Not half full, such a simple wish of "Xiaoman" cannot be fulfilled.

I remember that in the days when he just broke his arm, he was so annoying that he squatted in the yard smoking a cigarette and thought about Liu Xiaoman.At that time, I only thought about him making progress and working hard, and I also felt that God was so fair and indifferent, that what he gained was bound to be lost, and the exchange for giving him such a good character was to take away his arm.

Now he just feels indifferent.

This world is not fair to Liu Xiaoman at all.

This is no longer a question of self-improvement. The reality is that it is cold and hard. The family who came back suddenly, the grandfather who has a stroke and cannot take care of himself, the continuous medical expenses in the future, and the upcoming college entrance examination.

Yards and yards of inescapable reality all piled on his mutilated arm.

Liu Xiaoman is so thin.

Xia Liang exhaled irritably, got up and crushed the cigarette butt in the ashtray, and pushed open the window.

The weather was changing little by little, and the cold air carried a bit of the sulfur smell of firecrackers, which dispersed the heating and smoke in the room, and also cleared his mind a lot.

It's still if——if these things happen to... Luo Hao, Luo Hao, he also feels helpless, and will try to help as much as possible, but that's all there is, and he can't help much.

Sighing inwardly, Xia Liang turned around and lay down on the sofa, one arm resting on his forehead, the other casually stretched out from the edge of the sofa, his knuckles drew a circle on the hemp rope mat.

But the other party was Liu Xiaoman, and all feelings became completely different levels.

Liking is really an emotion that cannot be described, maybe it is some kind of pathology, which can directly lead to a heroic disease for one person.

He closed his eyes and pulled the sofa blanket over him.

I didn't sleep for a long time this time, probably due to wrong posture or pressure, and I had two or three heavy dreams in succession.

When he was woken up by the noise, Xia Liang was dizzy from his dream. He forgot that he was sleeping under the window sill. When he opened his eyes, the sky was bright, and he closed them again before he could fully open them.

Sit up and open it to see that everything is blue with mottled little stars.

He put his elbows on his knees, propped his face with his fingers, and waited for his eyeballs to relax, while listening to what was going on in the living room with half of his ears.After slowing down, he fumbled out his phone to check the time, it was 11:30.

It's time to go to the hospital.

Looking through the unread messages and phone calls, there was no Liu Xiaoman, only Luo Hao, Guo Wei and the grandsons chattering in the group, and dozens of red envelopes were sent out, and he was asked to send them in circles.

Xia Liang wrapped a two-hundred-hundred-dollar fortune-telling package, put on his clothes and walked out of the room.

The food on the table has been served cold or hot. Grandpa was unable to go fishing today, so he sat on the sofa and watched TV expressionlessly.Next to him was his father Xia Guangzhi, dressed like a dog, eating melon seeds with his mouth flying.His mother is in the kitchen, stewing fish, such a difficult dish in her life, other meals are delivered by the hotel, only this she has to cook by herself every year.

One eats melon seeds and the other stews fish. Across the living room, the two are still arguing.

"Don't quarrel with me. I'm in a good mood today. I didn't come here to quarrel with you. You should come and fix the house in the development zone with me as soon as possible. It's property after marriage. It's useless to say anything else," Xia Guangzhi said.

"You have to show some face, I won't give you the house if it's rotten, you're useless." Mom said.

"Listen, old man, with this attitude, when I say something, I have nothing to do with her, she's a shrew." Xia Guangzhi said.

"Dang!" Mom smashed the spatula into the pot.

"Liangliang woke up? Why did you go yesterday and only come back in the morning?" Grandpa said.

Xia Liang said "hmm", didn't go towards them, and went directly to the bathroom to wash up.

"Didn't you fucking see me? Dad wants me to teach you?" Xia Guangzhi threw the melon seeds in his hands into the fruit bowl, and shouted loudly, "Where did you get a three-legged cat?"

"Xia Liang, come here!" Mom also shouted.

Xia Liang turned on the faucet, looked at his face in the mirror for a while in front of the sink, and looked at the irritability on his face before bending over to grab the water.

A bunch of neuroses.

After washing up and going out, the three of them were ready to eat at the table. Grandpa was in the main seat, Xia Guangzhi was serving drinks with the accompanying seat, and his mother was serving food in the kitchen. The three of them were busy with their own tasks, organized, divorced The couple are still arguing.

In the middle of the quarrel, Xia Guangzhi went to the yard and set off a small hanging firecracker.

Xia Liang was almost amused by the strange scene of harmony and disgust, so he went to the kitchen and searched for a lunch box, but he couldn't find it, so he came out and asked his grandpa, "Where is the lunch box hidden?" ?”

"What lunch box?" Mom took off her apron and came out of the kitchen, frowning and pawing at him, "Are you sick? Are you still working hard if I don't get home all night and I don't settle accounts with you?"

"No need, I put it in a box and put it in the cupboard." Grandpa thought for a while, "Take a look at the two rooms at the bottom."

"Turn what, turn, turn!" Mom turned to grandpa.

"Don't bluff." Grandpa was also annoyed.

Xia Liang left her and went in to find a lunch box, and just as he took it out to wash it, his mother slapped him on the ground.

"Don't force me, Xia Liang!" She pointed at Xia Liang's nose with bruises on her neck, "I have endured you for a few days, I gave birth to you and raised you, I have nothing to be sorry for you, who do you show your face to every day? ?”

"Don't look at it." Xia Liang glanced at the lunch box rolled on the ground, which was also on fire, and opened her hand.

The mother raised her hand again, and was about to throw it over with a palm wind. Grandpa yelled at her, and she suppressed it back, took a deep breath and continued to ask Xia Liang: "I'll ask you again, you go Where are you going now?"

Xia Liang felt that there was a thread in his brain, which was stretched little by little. He controlled it so that it did not stretch to the head, and only said: "Classmate, grandpa has a stroke."

"What does grandpa's stroke have to do with you?!" Mom's voice became sharp.

Xia Liang originally wanted to endure it, but the corners of his mouth twitched, but he still couldn't hold it back. The emotional flames in his heart were against him, and against him, he asked his mother in a steady voice: "How did my grandma leave?"

"Snapped!"

The slap finally came up.

The hand is very strong, almost not a fan, but a clap.The corners of his mouth became hot quickly, Xia Liang wiped it, and his mother's nails bleed out blood.

Mom stared at him, her cheeks trembling nervously.

The topic of grandma is the default forbidden topic in the family. Grandpa occasionally mentions that mom will take pictures of the table.

At this moment, grandpa sat at the dining table and ate the dishes steadily without raising his head.

Xia Liang tugged at the corner of his mother's bruised mouth coldly.

He really didn't want to use this method to escape, but this family, this year, and this shitty atmosphere made him unable to stay for a second.

Aren't they all simmering with anger?

Then let it all explode.

He went to get his coat and was about to go out. He had already reached the door. Xia Guangzhi patted the table, and he couldn't tell what his tone was. It was a bit like watching a scene, but also a little emotional, and said like singing: "Song Yi, you Raised a good son!"

"Get out!" Mom wanted to rush towards him.

Xia Liang turned around and pushed her away, striding towards Xia Guangzhi: "Is it your turn to pat the table here?"

"Fuck you bastard!" Xia Guangzhi patted him again, looking at him with his neck stuck, "Do you really think I'm a joke? Who are you talking to? I'm your real father. You've been studying like a dog for so many years Didn’t you learn how to call Dad?!”

Xia Liang was most disgusted by his dirty words in front of his grandfather, and interrupted him with a frown: "I only recognize my grandfather, this is my grandfather's house, you can go away."

"Fuck your mother!" Xia Guangzhi kicked off the stool and stood up, "Your grandfather and your mother gave birth to you?"

These words came out of nowhere, Xia Guangzhi always spoke like his mouth was covered in feces, and his expression changed halfway through his baldness.

But the splashed water opened the bow and arrow, and the effect of the disgusting person will not be weakened because of his intention or unintentional.

The thread in Xia Liang's mind snapped crisply, replaced by the words he said to Liu Yong last night.

Before Xia Guangzhi's words landed on his tail, he raised his fist and hit it hard.