Xiaoman

This is not the first time Grandpa has called him.

On the night of New Year's Eve, when Liu Xiaoman came out of the shower, the phone Xia Liang hung up was from his grandfather.

He asked Xia Liang to go home and speak up if he had something to say.Xia Liang said he had nothing to say, and waited for his parents to leave.

Xia Guangzhi left at noon that day, and was beaten up by his own son for the New Year's Eve. No matter how thick-skinned he was, he couldn't eat the meal.When he left, he was still cursing, threatening to break Xia Liang's legs next time he saw him.

Mom left on the third day of the Lunar New Year, and came back twice in the middle. Grandpa called him and said he had something serious to tell him, but Xia Liang still didn't go back.

He couldn't let go of Liu Xiaoman, and he really didn't want to go back and face the atmosphere of that family.

Until today, when Fan Yiyang's family came over, just as his grandfather called him again, he silently agreed.

On the way back, he closed his eyes for a while in the car. For the first time in these days, he felt obvious fatigue, spreading from his limbs and bones.

But there were some other things mixed into the tiredness, so that he just closed his eyes and couldn't fall asleep.

A person's state cannot be deceived.

When Liu Xiaoman was with him, he could make him laugh, talk, and relax a little, but he couldn't hide the helplessness and panic deep in his heart.

Xia Liang understood how frightened he was. He was afraid that his grandpa would die. Even if his house was full of three people, he would still be the only one left.

He also understands the significance of Fan Yiyang to Liu Xiaoman, that is Fan Yiyang who is like an old hen, from study to life, he can't wait to lock Liu Xiaoman up and watch.

They are two people who grew up together, and this kind of bond is deeply rooted and irreplaceable.

But Liu Xiaoman's slack shoulders the moment he saw Fan Yiyang, and his back running towards Fan Yiyang, still couldn't help shaking back and forth in his mind.

Exhaling from his chest, Xia Liang opened his eyes and looked out the window again.

I can't say I mind, and I can't say I don't feel anything, that's unrealistic, after all, Liu Xiaoman ran directly from under his hands to Fan Yiyang.

He was just a little disappointed that he hadn't been able to experience Liu Xiaoman's past time.

The person who grew up with Liu Xiaoman and brought him greater strength was not him.

When I got home, my grandfather greeted me from the house before I entered the hospital.It's been a long time since I saw him, and he didn't show too much emotion when he faced Xia Liang again, he just greeted him as usual: "Are you back?"

"Yes." Xia Liang agreed, and looked at the small stone table where Xiaoguo always stayed.

No.

There was no one in the yard, nor did he come out of the house as usual, he frowned: "Where's my cat?"

"I ran out to play." Grandpa said, "You are not at home, and it doesn't like to stay at home."

"Didn't go fishing?" Xia Liang asked him again.

"If you want to come back, can I still go fishing?" Grandpa patted him and pushed him into the house, "Come in, your mother will cook a table for you."

Xia Liang walked into the living room, and there were dishes on the table. He knew at a glance that they were delivered from the restaurant, and his mother didn't have such a beautiful and delicious craftsmanship.

It's not early or late, and I don't know what to do with this table.

"Are you back?" Mom came out of the kitchen with the rice and stared at him.

Then she put down the pot, wiped her hands and touched Xia Liang's eyebrows: "It's almost ready."

Xia Liang turned his head to avoid it.

"Sit down and eat." Mom didn't say anything, turned around and went in to get the spatula.

Xia Liang hesitated for a moment, took off his coat and sat down at the dining table.

He entered the door cautiously. If his mother was like before, wanting to get started within three sentences, then he didn't need to sit down at all, just turned around and left.

But she changed the way, Xia Liang was a little passive no matter in psychology or action.

It's fucking after all.

He didn't jump out of a crack in the rock, so it's impossible that he didn't want to be treated gently by his mother, and it's impossible that he didn't want the family relationship to ease.

The first half of the meal was considered normal—for his family’s usual style of painting, it was almost normal to the point of abnormality. My mother didn’t argue with him, didn’t ask him why he didn’t come home in an aggressive tone, and even gave him a sandwich. A chopstick dish.

Xia Liang didn't move, he had a premonition that there must be other things waiting for him later.

The premonition came true after answering the call from Liu Xiaoman.

Hearing that Liu Xiaoman regarded the "home" in his mouth as their little house, Xia Liang felt as if he had been twisted in his heart. If his mother hadn't been staring at him from the opposite side, he might have stood up and wanted to go back.

"Don't you want to talk about something?" After hanging up the phone, he didn't take the chopsticks again, and looked directly at his mother.

Mom looked at him for a while, still chewing vegetables slightly in her mouth.

When she is not crazy, she is always very delicate and has good table manners. The corners of her mouth squirm slightly. After swallowing the food, she has to take a sip of the soup first, and then put down the soup bowl to speak.

"I've already arranged for you to transfer to another school. After school starts in a few days, you can go directly to No. [-] Middle School to report." She said flatly, "I'll send you the phone number of your homeroom teacher."

If he only looked at her expression, Xia Liang would think that she was just saying that the sun is good today and that she will go out to buy some clothes later.

"Who?" He stared at his mother.

"You." Mom continued to eat.

Xia Liang didn't know how much effort he had to endure to not directly overturn the table.

He hated himself when he couldn't control his emotions. Every time his mother and Xia Guangzhi smashed things hysterically, he spun around in front of his eyes. He resisted becoming like them. Tolerated things happen.

"Are you talking fart?" His hands clenched into fists on his legs, and his irritability rushed to the extreme in an instant, and he was even a little puzzled.

I wasted half a day before, and the things I said in Shang Liangshan's office were all bullshit?

"What do you mean?" Mom stopped holding the food for a moment, looked at him, and quickly remembered, "Oh, if you make progress, you won't transfer to another school? Just rely on the points you got back from the exam?"

"Xia Liang," the corners of the mother's mouth twitched nervously, with a bit of sarcasm annoyed, "You're not even taking the second exam, how dare you tell me you're farting?"

For the first time, Xia Liang really felt how anger surged up from his body like a volcanic eruption.

severe.

annoyed.

explosion.

buzzing.

All kinds of feelings that can be felt and can't be felt have turned into hovering concrete images at the same time, tearing and tearing apart his reason.

He wanted to growl, growl, vent, smash the chopsticks that his mother was still holding, and imagined how she questioned herself every time, asking her why.

At the moment when the boiling emotions were about to break the sky and the inspiration was out of control, Liu Xiaoman's red eye circles appeared in front of his eyes.

Liu Xiaoman in tears.

Liu Xiaoman was careful not to touch his wound.

Liu Xiaoman put his hand on his face.

Holding back his tears, he asked Liu Xiaoman, "Why are you doing this to you?"

Liu Xiaoman, who can't help but blame himself for everything because of him.

……

What Liu Xiaoman needs now is not a Xia Liang who can only get angry, with a hostility that makes him panic.

It was as if a hand stretched out from the invisible, strangled his neck, and forced him to suppress the rage that had already reached his throat.

Xia Liang controlled his wrists not to smash things, controlled his legs and feet not to knock over the table directly, when he stood up he could hear the sharp whistle in his head, the sound pierced the back of his head like a steel bar his temples.

"I said," he leaned on the table and looked at his mother, trying to control his volume to the maximum, his throat was suffocated, and he was as hoarse as sawed dry wood, "I won't turn."

"I said it too," my mother finally couldn't hold on to the gentle drama, and slammed the chopsticks on the table, "It's up to you."

"Xia Liang," Grandpa stood up before Xia Liang could speak, and stopped him, "Come here."

After he finished speaking, he turned and entered the room.

This was a matter between Xia Liang and his mother. Xia Liang couldn't spread his anger on his grandfather. After staring at his mother for a while, he kicked off the stool and followed.

"I also heard about the old Liu's house in the past two days." Grandpa sat on the wicker chair in front of the bookcase, and Xia Liang opened his mouth as soon as he came in, "Have you been helping his family these few days?"

"It's not a help." Xia Liang leaned against the edge of the table and lit a cigarette in agitation.

"My grandson is benevolent." Grandpa nodded.

Xia Liang exhaled smoke, raised his eyelids to look at him.

"I don't need to tell you the truth, you don't like to talk to me, but I know, you know everything you need to know." Grandpa also looked at him, "Your mother has been like this for so many years, you know. With age, sometimes I can do nothing with her."

"So you think she should be like this?" Xia Liang asked him back.

"There are some things between mother and child that are irrelevant. She was born by me, and I took care of her when she was a child. You were born by her, so you should take care of her." Grandpa said, "If you really don't care about anything, just Like the old Liu family, or like your father, you will not be happy."

Xia Liang was already holding back his anger, but he felt even more disturbed when he heard what his grandfather said, so he interrupted him directly: "Are we talking about the same thing?"

Grandpa looked at him and was silent for a while, then sighed: "Liang Liang."

Xia Liang resisted and left without turning around, frowning and taking another breath.

"You have ideas, and you have them since you were a child. This is exactly the same as your mother. You both have ideas." Grandpa leaned back on the wicker chair, closed his eyes, "But you are better than her, you have a heart , I can stand it. Your mother is at your age, and I can't control it anymore. She has a high heart and always wants to fly outside, thinking that she can do anything. "

"Afterwards, I just fell in love with your dad. I didn't listen to what I said, and I wanted to be together after I died. After so many years of tossing around, I was having a hard time, so I always wanted to hold you, afraid that you would follow her old ways." Grandpa went on explain.

"How can I go her old way?" Xia Liang wanted to laugh a little.

"What do you think?" Grandpa opened his eyes and looked straight at him.

The old man's eyes are very powerful.

Xia Liang never felt that he had exposed anything in front of him, and usually they never mentioned Liu Xiaoman, nor did they talk about falling in love.

Even when Liu Xiaoman came to the house a few times, grandpa was not even there.

But at this glance, like a sharp knife, Xia Liang suddenly realized that he was still too tender, under such gaze, he had no secrets.

From head to toe, from inside to outside, they are all in their eyes.

"...So?" He didn't back down, he couldn't tell what emotion was in his heart, all kinds of feelings rushed up and pressed him, he wasn't sure how much they knew, he just insisted that he couldn't avoid it open.

"Your mother's words are actually right." Grandpa's eyes softened again, "I can't help you."

The corners of Xia Liang's mouth tensed.

"It's really up to you at this stage. She transfers you to another school, and you have to go to it. Without a guardian to follow the procedure for you, you can't transfer back by yourself." Grandpa continued, "Unless you don't go to school, you can't go back with her." If you twist it, it will really waste your three years in high school and the next four years in college."

He squinted his eyes: "Think about it yourself, is it worth it?"

"Think about who you want to be and what you want to do in the future. If you really don't have a degree, can you do it." Grandpa said.

Xia Liang looked at him, thinking of Liu Xiaoman, who was studying hard, suddenly felt a powerless emptiness.