Xiaoman

It was hard for Xia Liang to explain why Liu Xiaoman was so soothing to him.

It's like I can't explain why I am inexplicably attracted to this little disability, I like him inexplicably, and what is the source of the "comfort" he can bring to me every moment.

Perhaps because his home is like an arsenal, including himself, there are four steel arrow cannons under one roof, and anyone who rubs against them can be easily hit, so he has a special liking for gentle and harmless people.

But it can't be said simply because Liu Xiaoman is gentle and harmless. There are not too many people who can be gentle and harmless, but there are many, and he has met them.Especially since they are all students, the classmates in the school are not bad at all. Many girls, including his ex-girlfriend in junior high school, are gentle and cute even if they are cute.

But not the same.

The feeling of not being alone is the same as what Liu Xiaoman brought him.

Liu Xiaoman can make him feel at ease.

Hold it in your arms, hold it in your hand, even if you just look at it, you will feel at peace in your heart.

There is an invisible energy in Liu Xiaoman, optimism, progress, hard work, sincerity, using his own way to treat the world that is not very friendly to him, and treat everyone kindly.

He has a unique light for Xia Liang, not dazzling, but there is.

It's not just softness, it's another kind of strength.

"Have you eaten?" Xia Liang rubbed his vest and let him go.

"I drank porridge." Liu Xiaoman sniffed.

"Going home?" Xia Liang asked, "How is it?"

This "how is it" asked both at home and grandpa, and Liu Xiaoman told him everything was fine at home, and Aunt Mei was fine, setting up a breakfast stall for grandpa.Grandpa hasn't woken up yet, but the doctor said that the indicators are quite normal, and he will observe it for another day.

"What's wrong with you?" Liu Xiaoman stared at him after finishing speaking, pointing to his face.

Xia Liang didn't tell him about the ventilation his mother smoked, he just said that his father is back, and the two of them will have to do it when they meet again, just like "Unforgettable Tonight" in the Spring Festival Gala, the regular program .

"Ah." Liu Xiaoman blinked, "The one who kicked you in the car?"

"Can you not always mention it?" Xia Liang smiled, "I still have a few more."

"Why is he like this?" Liu Xiaoman couldn't help but feel distressed looking at Xia Liang's face.

Such a pretty face is willing to do so.

He touched Xia Liang's wound carefully, and then went around to explore the old scar behind his ear, feeling very uncomfortable.

"Did you feel distressed?" Xia Liang let him touch, tilting his head and looking at him.

Talk nonsense.

Liu Xiaoman glanced at him, with a wrinkled face: "Do you need some medicine?"

"Go to eat, eat with me." Xia Liang said, he looked around, the people under the roof were running in a hurry, no one looked up, so he hugged Liu Xiaoman into his arms and rubbed him again, "Let's go and see See if your grandfather wakes up."

Grandpa Xiaoman still didn't wake up, but Aunt Mei came, bringing food and Cancan.

When Liu Xiaoman went down, she only saw her and Cancan, but not Liu Yong. Aunt Mei said she was called by the nurse to discuss some treatment.

Seeing Xia Liang, she was startled, and said "Yo", "What's wrong with this kid's face?"

Cancan is also staring at her side.

Liu Xiaoman hurried to look for it. As soon as he turned around, Liu Yong came back with the nurse. He asked clearly that the hospital just wanted to further confirm the basic measures and medication, and Liu Yong had already signed.

"Can I go in and see my grandfather?" Liu Xiaoman said hurriedly.

"Not yet." The nurse shook her head and left.

"Let's find a place to eat together first." Liu Yong looked at them from the side.

Xia Liang looked at Liu Xiaoman, Liu Xiaoman shook his head, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab Xia Liang's sleeve, not wanting them to get involved with Xia Liang, and said: "You guys eat, let's go out to eat."

"I made dumplings." Aunt Mei said hurriedly.

It's not a matter of buns or dumplings.

Liu Xiaoman still shook his head, turned his face and asked Xia Liang: "What's the phone number?"

Xia Liang said a series of numbers.

Liu Xiaoman took out a piece of paper from his bag and wrote it down. Knowing what he meant, Liu Yong quickly took out his mobile phone and said, "Say it again, I'll just record it on my mobile phone."

Liu Xiaoman ignored him, and tore up the note with the phone number written on it to Aunt Mei: "If there is a problem with Grandpa, call this quickly and you will be able to find me."

"Okay, good." Aunt Mei looked at Liu Yong, took the note, folded it and put it away.

During the whole process, Cancan has been staring at Xia Liang.

The last time Xia Liang saw him was crying on the street, which was very annoying, and he didn't like him now.

He doesn't like most kids.In their old city, most of the hutongs are old people with children, and they don't pay much attention.When the children were young, they brought a ponytail and sat and chatted at the door of the house every day. When they were older, they gathered together in groups and ran around.

It always gives people a feeling of snot.

Cancan's face is quite clean today, but she doesn't move her eyes when she stares at her lover, and she doesn't know what's wrong.

Xia Liang looked at him blankly, and suddenly the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and his canine teeth flashed at him.

A huge exclamation mark popped up on Cancan's little head, and she quickly shrank back her mother's legs.

Liu Xiaoman raised his eyes and saw this scene after handing in his mobile phone number, he walked out with Xia Liang holding back a smile, and only after turning a corner in the corridor did he burst out laughing.

"Why are you still scaring children?" He looked at Xia Liang out of the corner of his eyes.

"It's annoying to watch." Xia Liang said, "Is he staring at you like this at home when he has nothing to do?"

"He has nothing else to play with." Liu Xiaoman thought of his big octopus.

"But you are much tougher than I imagined," Xia Liang smiled, "I didn't even look at your father."

"I don't want to talk to him." Liu Xiaoman sighed, "If Grandpa can't wake up, I really don't know how to face him at home."

Xia Liang couldn't imagine it either.He hugged Liu Xiaoman's shoulder and rubbed it: "I will wake up, good luck."

Now Liu Xiaoman really wants to find a place to hug Xia Liang and stay in peace for a while.

But they were walking in the crowd of the hospital, and they couldn't do anything except nod their heads with a "huh".

The hospital is a place where there is no concept of "New Year's Eve". The God of Death has no annual leave. People who enter and leave the hospital today will only look more sad and hurried than usual.

When they passed the emergency room, they saw a running woman, very thin, holding a fat child in her arms, who seemed to be half as heavy as her mother, screaming and crying with blood on her hands, it looked like the handle of a gun It's fried.

The woman walked like flying in high heels, and rushed into the emergency room with a pale face to call for a doctor. The nurse immediately surrounded her and led her in.

Liu Xiaoman watched her go away quickly, feeling a little puzzled by her strength in his heart, and also a little inexplicably envious.

Probably this is what "being a mother is strong" means.

Maybe he was rushed into the hospital in his arms like this, but his memory of this kind of love has completely disappeared.

Now is the stage where he is needed to stand up for grandpa.

Xia Liang didn't want Liu Xiaoman to see too much of this kind of picture, not from any angle.

He turned Liu Xiaoman's head back, led him to continue walking outside, and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

"Anything is fine." Liu Xiaoman agreed, and added: "Just pick what you want."

He has no appetite.

Several restaurants near the hospital were open, and Xia Liang came to visit on the way.

Just as he was planning where to go, someone came across in a hurry with a lunch box in one hand and a box of milk in the other.

Passing the door frame, they went in and out of each other, their steps bumped into each other, Xia Liang's arm that was holding the milk hit half of his body, and they both bumped into each other.

"Fuck." Xia Liang frowned suddenly.

The person on the other side wanted to be annoyed at first, but seeing Xia Liang's bloody eyes and mouth, his face was still full of hostility, and he didn't want to really choke and get angry, so he lost his "sorry" impatiently, and quickly walked sideways and left.

Xia Liang's "fuck" didn't mean to choke, he was hit on the hip by the sharp corner of the milk box.

His hand was already in the pocket of his clothes, and he pressed it on his hip bones. His movements were not strong, but Liu Xiaoman noticed it, and immediately asked, "What's wrong?"

He followed Xia Liang's wrist and touched his crotch: "I bumped into you?"

"Although I don't care," Xia Liang looked out from the top of Liu Xiaoman's head in front of him, looking at the people coming and going around in broad daylight, "but you really want to just stand here and touch?"

"..." Liu Xiaoman didn't know whether he wanted to laugh or was helpless, he let go of his hands and looked at him, "I'm asking you seriously."

"Find a place to sit down first." Xia Liang stepped down the steps in front of the gate and frowned.

The two of them didn't go far, just casually entered an open restaurant across the road.There were quite a few people, except for the family members who looked like they came out of the hospital, there were also a few tables of young people, student couples, who didn't want to be bored at home at noon, and ran out to live happily in the world of two.

I chose a seat in the back to sit down, and there happened to be a pot of money tree next to it, which meaningfully circled the table into a set of semi-enclosed booths.

After ordering, Xia Liang took out his mobile phone and ordered, stood up and threw it to Liu Xiaoman: "Order the red envelopes and have fun."

"Where are you going?" Liu Xiaoman asked hurriedly, then looked at his phone again, "What red envelope?"

"When you see 'Gong Xi Fa Cai', order it." Xia Liang said, pointing to the sign in the bathroom.

Liu Xiaoman nodded and began to order red envelopes.

When I clicked on the first one, I shouted happily: "Six yuan and eight!"

Xia Liang glanced at him with a smile, turned and went to the bathroom.

The bathroom in this house is quite clean, there is a big mirror when you go in, and there is a urinal underneath.

This design is a little puzzling, Xia Liang can't figure out how narcissistic the boss is, he likes to admire himself when he pees.

But it was very convenient at this time, he looked at his face first, the eyebrows were not so swollen, and at a glance, he no longer had the bad virtue of having just caused trouble.

There was no one on the left or right, so he directly opened his trousers and looked at them again. The place where Xia Guangzhi kicked and the sunken belly beside him were all red.The edge of the hipbone that is attached to the bone has begun to turn purple, and the socket of the hipbone that was hit by the milk box just now is also turning blue.

Press it, it hurts.

Xia Liang frowned a little irritablely.

Xia Guangzhi is an idiot.

He was studying in the mirror with his pants pulled up, when the door of the compartment behind him was pushed open, and a young man wearing glasses pulled his pants zipper and came out.

Raising his eyes to meet Xia Liang's gaze in the mirror, he was stunned, and then looked at Xia Liang's posture, which was a little meaningful.

"..." Xia Liang adjusted his posture speechlessly, and was forced to urinate by the way.

Stupid store owner.

The man with glasses cautiously tugged on his trousers, and went out quickly.

After washing his hands and returning to the booth, Liu Xiaoman handed back his mobile phone: "I just had a call."

Xia Liang took a look at his mother's number.

"Have you finished ordering red envelopes?" He cleared the notification bar and asked Liu Xiaoman.

"I ordered, more than 350, you can really send it." Liu Xiaoman raised his eyebrows, lying on the table and talking to Xia Liang, "I ordered 47 for the one you sent yourself. Look at what Luo Hao said, he If you say he is only [-] cents, I will scold you."

He was happy just talking, Xia Liang followed him, then clicked on the chat box with Liu Xiaoman alone, and sent him two [-] red envelopes.

"Go and order your own." He locked the phone.

"Huh?" Liu Xiaoman took out his phone, opened the two points Xia Liang sent him, and looked at the denomination in surprise, "Is this real money or fake money? Can I spend it?"

"Real money." Xia Liang took apart the tableware and washed them with tea.

"Why did you send me the real money?" Liu Xiaoman was anxious.

I owed it at first, and paid it back.

"If you click on your phone for a long time, of course it's yours." Xia Liang said solemnly.

"Xia Liang." Liu Xiaoman's complexion was similar to that of the bespectacled man in the bathroom just now, "I just type slowly, do you really think I'm stupid?"

Xia Liang smiled: "Are you slowing down? Last time when I was waiting for your reply, Li Meng wrote a poem in the group."

"Anyway, I don't want it." Liu Xiaoman poked the phone on the table, "How can I send this to you?"

"Today is Chinese New Year, New Year's money." Xia Liang pushed back the rinsed bowl and chopsticks against the phone, and then took Liu Xiaoman's set of tableware and opened it. "In normal times, you cry 'Brother Liang hurts Me', I won't give it to you either."

"...that's all I owe." Liu Xiaoman couldn't help laughing.

Xia Liang also laughed, and raised his chin at him: "Go and click on your phone again."

"Do I have to send it to you too?" Liu Xiaoman asked.

"Want to post?" Xia Liang asked.

"En." Liu Xiaoman nodded.

He may not understand other principles so well, but "coming and going" and "mutually" have always been what his grandfather taught him by himself.

He doesn't like being owed.

"Okay, I'll teach you later." Xia Liang said.

When the waiter came to serve the food, neither of them spoke, Xia Liang looked at his phone, and Liu Xiaoman looked at him.

When the waiter left, they huddled into a small world behind the rich tree. Liu Xiaoman propped his arms on the table to support his face, and whispered to Xia Liang: "Brother Liang."

"Huh?" Xia Liang clicked on the phone without looking up.

Liu Xiaoman didn't speak either.

Xia Liang didn't stop, he raised his eyelids and looked at him: "What?"

"I just want to call you." Liu Xiaoman looked at him and smiled.

Sitting face to face like this, shouting is at ease.

Xia Liang looked at him for a while, finally pressed a few times, and put down the phone.

"I've booked a room nearby for a few days." He picked up chopsticks of beef for Liu Xiaoman, "Can't you come and live with me?"