Xiaoman

Li Meng and Wang Chao were shocked by Xia Liang's transfer.

"No, does this person have a heart?" Li Meng knew about it in the morning, and kept calling until evening self-study, "Anyway, a classmate of the first semester, should you tell me when you transfer?"

"Maybe people are just afraid that if you say something, you will be forced here forever." Wang Chao accepted it much faster than him, and leaned against the wall to play with his mobile phone.

"I fucking treat him as a friend." Li Meng scolded Wang Chao unwillingly, "You, you, I think we get along very well, and I am willing to talk to you about anything, but it turns out that transferring to another school is such a big deal. Son... that's it?"

"Dead! Fuck," said Dynasty.

Li Meng turned to pat Liu Xiaoman's table again: "That's it?"

Liu Xiaoman paused while writing his homework, looked up at Li Meng, wanted to sigh, pursed his lips and held back his expression.

He understood where Li Meng was upset. If Xia Liang and his relationship hadn't reached this point, but he was just a good deskmate, and he didn't tell him that the deskmate transferred to another school, he would also feel disappointed, thinking that the other party didn't care at all. Treat yourself as... not even a friend, just a classmate with a good relationship, it doesn't even count.

But the other party is Xia Liang, so he can fully understand.

If it was him who wanted to transfer schools, he wouldn't say it in all directions, just like his grandpa is lying in the hospital with his eyes wide open, and he just wants to be bored, and no one wants to say it.

It's not that I don't want to treat Li Meng and the others as friends, but I just don't want to say it.

It's useless to say it, others can only look at you and say "ah", hold back some words of comfort, and start the next topic carefully.

He didn't want to share with the whole world what he thought was unpleasant.

It cannot be said that their habit is right, after all, Li Meng was really hurt.

But this is purely a matter of personality, everyone is different.Li Meng has always been a little bit of something, wishing to put on the horn and cry on the table. He is willing to listen, although most of them make people want to laugh, but occasionally he will worry about him sincerely, such as whether the grades are down. Going home directly and kneeling can still last a day.

He and Xia Liang are the opposite type.

Even though he found out yesterday that Xia Liang was going to transfer to another school, he felt uncomfortable, depressed, and unhappy, but his unhappiness was basically for Xia Liang.

If it was him, Xia Liang should be the same.

Now Li Meng kept complaining to him, complaining about Xia Liang's lack of loyalty. In fact, he felt that it was not only Li Meng's dynasty, but Luo Hao and Xia Liang probably didn't mention it in advance.

If they weren't in a relationship, Xia Liang wouldn't even say it himself.

But he, the only insider, was not happy, not at all.

When Xia Liang transferred to another school, he was ten times more uncomfortable than Li Meng, but he couldn't show it at all.

Xia Liang changed schools.

Xia Liang was not beside him, so he couldn't just turn around and see him.

Xia Liang has a new school, new classes, new classmates, and new deskmates.

Did Xia Liang listen carefully to the class, and would he fall asleep in the political class again?

Will Xia Liang meet a new friend and partner who is in harmony with him in every aspect?

Will Xia Liang's mother attack him again?

……

The endless stream of "Xia Liang" squeezed between each of his brain cells, and he had to devote all his energy to listening to lectures and doing the questions in class, so that he could not bear to think about Xia Liang.

Every time Li Meng yelled at him, it was like a needle in his brain, reminding him that Xia Liang had transferred to another school.

Then those questions starting with "Xia Liang" were like a series of running cancans, dancing their little hands, screaming one after another, rushing through his mind again.

"He's transferred to another school, it's not that he won't be able to go to school anymore," Liu Xiaoman pinched the tip of his pen and turned unconsciously, "I'll definitely tell you if he doesn't go to school someday."

"Pull it down, with his temper," Li Meng flicked a ball of toilet paper out of nowhere on Xia Liang's desk, "I'm not up yet, and I won't take a look back when I go to heaven."

Liu Xiaoman's eyes couldn't help following the ball of paper to Xia Liang's desk, not knowing what to say, she lowered her eyelids and focused on the question again.

Shang Liangshan suddenly came in from the back door and Wang Chao was taken aback. He suddenly realized the importance of Xia Liang. No one stood behind him, and he felt insecure playing with a mobile phone.

He came to call Liu Xiaoman, and Liu Xiaoman had a vague intuition that Shang Liangshan wanted to tell him something, so he followed out reluctantly.

"I heard that your grandfather...was hospitalized?" Shang Liangshan cut to the chase.

really.

Liu Xiaoman didn't know how he knew, these homeroom teachers were really amazing, they always tried to talk to Xia Liang before, and they also understood his family affairs pretty well.

"Hmm." He responded.

"You have to adjust your mentality. The most important thing for you now is to study," Shang Liangshan looked at him. "If you have any difficulties or emotions, you can tell me."

Liu Xiaoman said "hmm" again.

Not perfunctory, he really didn't know what to say.

Shang Liangshan had good intentions, no need to say, but the last thing he was able to deal with since he was a child was such verbal kindness.

"You know about Xia Liang's transfer, don't you?" Seeing that he was not interested in talking, Shang Liangshan was silent for a while and changed the subject.

Liu Xiaoman still thought "um", thinking that it would be impolite to say "um" three times in a row, so he nodded: "I know."

"Are you used to sitting in the back? Or I'll change your seat and sit in the front row." Shang Liangshan said, "It's more convenient to watch the blackboard and attend lectures."

Liu Xiaoman glanced at him, it was all because he knew something happened in his family and wanted to express his concern for a reason.

Before, he and Xia Liang sat together for the last semester without inconvenience, but now that there is one less person, where can it be inconvenient?

"No need." He refused, and added after thinking about it: "Thank you teacher."

Sometimes he was quite worried about Shang Liangshan, and he could feel that he wanted to be a good head teacher and cared about the students, but the way he spoke was inexplicably numb.

Shang Liangshan said a few more words, but Liu Xiaoman was distracted while listening.

If you change to an amiable female teacher, this paragraph can add a lot of emotional drama.

The bell for evening self-study and school rang, and Liu Xiaoman was still solving a half-finished math problem.

After Li Meng packed his schoolbag, he sat down on the table and kicked his desk: "Let's go, Brother Liang is gone, let's get out of school with Brother Meng."

"I have to..." Liu Xiaoman opened his mouth and said two words, then paused.

He reflexively wanted to say that he had to go with Fan Yiyang, but no, he had to go to the hospital to see his grandfather.

Thinking of my grandfather Liu Xiaoman, I couldn't sit still, and quickly stared at the draft paper and pushed it down. I was sure that this question could be solved, so I closed my schoolbag and practiced packing it.

"What about you, I know you are with Fan Shen and I, so I will go downstairs with you." Li Meng said.

After speaking, he laughed to himself: "This conversation seems familiar, hey?"

Liu Xiaoman also smiled, really, even the conversation after school has become the pattern before getting familiar with Xia Liang.

"Hey, is Fan Shen coming to give you extra lessons at night this semester?" Li Meng asked him when he went downstairs.

"It can't be done." Liu Xiaoman thought about it, "He has to prepare for the college entrance examination."

He himself always had to run to the hospital.

"That's right. It's missing an excellent reason to go home late." Li Meng sighed, "The college entrance examination...isn't it just another four months? Oh, I feel nervous for him as soon as this word comes out."

Liu Xiaoman glanced at him quietly.

Be nervous for yourself first.

After leaving under the big banyan tree, Fan Yiyang had already arrived, holding the handlebar in one hand and reading a booklet by the street lamp in the other.

"Brother Yangyang." Liu Xiaoman called him, a little embarrassed, "Wait a while?"

"No, I brought it out when I went downstairs." Fan Yiyang threw the booklet into the cart basket and went to pick Liu Xiaoman's schoolbag.

"No need," Liu Xiaoman stopped him, "I have to go to the hospital, you should hurry home and study."

"Now?" Fan Yiyang was stunned.

"Yeah." Liu Xiaoman nodded, "Otherwise I don't have time during the day."

"Sleeping there at night?" Fan Yiyang frowned.

"No." Liu Xiaoman also wanted to frown, although he was very embarrassed to Liu Yong and Aunt Mei, but he really couldn't delay the morning class, and couldn't survive the night watch in the hospital.

"Then let's go, I'll go with you." Fan Yiyang still took his schoolbag.

"Don't," Liu Xiaoman hurriedly stopped him again, "how old are you, go home and review."

"February [-]th." Fan Yiyang smiled, "It's a bit cheeky to call myself Fan Shen, but I can still spare this little time."

"Come on," he patted the back seat of the bicycle, "park the car and go home first, let's take a taxi there."

Liu Xiaoman didn't insist any longer, he felt more at ease with Fan Yiyang's company than himself, he didn't want to waste time, so he got in the car and went back quickly.

On the way, Fan Yiyang called his mother to explain the situation, but Fan's mother didn't say anything, and told them to pay attention to safety before hanging up.

Fan Yiyang asked Liu Xiaoman how he was doing at the beginning of school, and made him tense up a bit recently, so he couldn't relax in every monthly exam from now on.

"Brother Yangyang," Liu Xiaoman thought of what Li Meng asked him just now, "Are you nervous?"

"It's okay now, but I'm sure I'll be nervous when I get closer." Fan Yiyang said.

Liu Xiaoman nodded.

"Are you getting nervous?" Fan Yiyang asked him in turn.

"I have been nervous every day since I went to school," Liu Xiaoman said.

Fan Yiyang glanced at him, but said nothing.

There is nothing wrong with grandpa, and there is no progress today.

Liu Xiaoman couldn't stay for long, he didn't dare to waste Fan Yiyang's time.In the past, he lay down on the bedside to look at his grandfather, asked about Liu Yong's specific situation, and then took the clothes left here in the morning and prepared to go home.

Liu Yong sent them to the stairs and wanted to smoke a cigarette. Liu Xiaoman pressed his fingertips on his palm several times before turning around and asking him, "Can you hold on?"

"Huh?" Liu Yong was taken aback for a moment. Liu Xiaoman had almost never spoken to him on his own initiative in the past few days, and only asked about his grandfather.

"I'm fine!" He suddenly didn't know what to answer, and rubbed his forehead, "It's okay, I have arranged with your Aunt Mei, she comes during the day and I come at night, it's okay. You just be fine." In class, I will definitely call you if there is any situation, and I don’t need to come every day.”

"Go back quickly," he said again, "Your aunt has cooked dinner and is waiting for you at home."

He spoke very fast, speaking a series of words in one breath.Liu Xiaoman didn't say any more, turned around and left following Fan Yiyang.

After returning home from the hospital, Liu Xiaoman felt that the day was coming to an end, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Fan Yiyang glanced at his slumped shoulders and asked him, "Are you going to run like this every day from now on?"

"It depends." Liu Xiaoman was also a little dazed, "Try to go every day."

Having said that, in fact, he himself knew that it was not feasible.

It was a holiday before, and the board and lodging were near the hospital, accompanied by Xia Liang, and it didn't feel strenuous to go back and forth several times.

Today, it is supposed to be folded once in the morning and evening, but now I am downstairs at home, and I am too tired to lift my legs.

Sure enough, class is still exhausting.

"Xiao Man," Fan Yiyang stroked his hair and looked at him, "No matter what happens, we have to make long-term plans."

"En." Liu Xiaoman nodded.

He understands.

Such days will become his normal state, like an arm that will never grow back, accompanying him for a long time.

He has to adjust his state and endure it.

Back home, Aunt Mei opened the door for him while he was still turning the key.

"Are you back?" She welcomed Liu Xiaoman in, and hurriedly brought food out from the kitchen, "I steamed buns today! You're tired from class, hurry up and eat something."

Cancan hadn't slept yet, she was rolling on the sofa watching TV, when she heard the movement, she turned her face to look at him.

The reason for using "roll" is because he nestled himself into a ball, stuck his head against the crack of the sofa, and gnawed on his feet.

When he looked over, his toe was pulled out of his mouth, and he took a bite.

Liu Xiaoman slowly moved his eyes away, feeling that he didn't have much appetite.

"I'm not hungry, I've had dinner at school," he said to Aunt May.

"Ah?" Aunt Mei was still serving rice porridge for him, "Eat a little, it's okay if you can't finish it, you can sleep soundly after eating a little."

Liu Xiaoman was really not hungry, he was very tired, and he just wanted to wash up, do some homework, and sleep.

Just as she was about to shake her head, Aunt Mei said again: "You can eat half of it, you are too thin."

She is not lying.

Liu Xiaoman looked at her for a while, and could see that she really wanted to eat a bun for herself.

Maybe he wanted him to accept her as a stepmother faster.

Maybe it was to show that even if grandpa was not there, her attitude would not change in any way.

It may be that you don't want to make something that you don't want to be tasted.

Or maybe... really want him to eat one.

Liu Xiaoman suddenly thought of Fan Yiyang's mother. When she was a child, she would often cook all kinds of soup for Fan Yiyang. Sometimes Fan Yiyang didn't want to drink it, so she would put two bowls on the table: "Drink! Xiaoman also drinks!"

Fan Yiyang drank very helplessly every time, Liu Xiaoman actually drank very happily, but it was someone else's mother, and he was embarrassed to show it.

The person in front of him is not his mother, but the mother of the toe-gnawing child behind him, the "stepmother" who suddenly appeared after his father who hadn't come home for more than ten years.

Liu Xiaoman is not three years old, and he understands that the kindness she shows to him, no matter how much sincerity it is, is more or less deliberate and showing goodwill.

But even so, Liu Xiaoman was still a little bit...

He doesn't know how to describe it.

It's not really touching, but it's the same as the dumplings last time, I feel that I have been insisting on not eating them, and the person who made the dumplings should also be quite disappointed.

"I..." He hesitated, and took a bun from the big bowl, "Just eat one."

It was already past meal time, and the steamed stuffed bun was still hot, so it was brought out immediately, it should have been waiting for him in the pot.

"Okay, you can eat one and taste how it tastes. I will make more and sell a few boxes every day." Aunt Mei grinned.

Liu Xiaoman started to eat the buns.

"Cancan! Turn off the TV and go back to sleep!" She shouted at Cancan, turned back and continued talking to Liu Xiaoman, "I took all the quilts in your grandfather's house out to dry in the morning, and changed the sheets when I saw You Fu One piece, I didn’t touch anything else, if you cover it at night, it must be warm.”

Liu Xiaoman nodded and said "thank you", ate the buns as quickly as possible, washed up and went back to the bedroom.

Pork and cabbage stuffing.

Quite fragrant.

After closing the door and putting his schoolbag on the stool, he finally completely loosened up and lay on the bed crookedly.

The quilt had already been made, and it really smelled like the sun. He rubbed his face against it. Years ago, when he slept here with his grandfather, he still felt cramped. No matter how the quilt was tucked in, the air leaked out. Now he felt that the whole bed was empty.

In fact, you should change rooms with them.

Liu Xiaoman weighed in his heart.

There is a family of three over there. Although he can sleep in that crowded bed, and now the husband and wife are going to the hospital in turn, it is definitely no problem for an adult to take a child to sleep, but he lives alone in the big bed in the master bedroom. Not very plausible.

But he was afraid that they would not be happy if grandpa came back from the hospital one day and poured out the room again.

It's a bit annoying to think about this kind of question mixed with interests.

Liu Xiaoman doesn't like this kind of himself, eating a steamed stuffed bun, sleeping in a bed has to be calculated for a long time, he is very disgusted and disgusted by these calculations that make his mind complicated, when thinking about these, he feels that he has an inexplicable dog Gou search.

But he couldn't help it.

This instantly made him feel powerless and tired again.

Grandpa fell down, just like Fan Yiyang said, everything has to be planned in the long run.

Struggling to get up from the bed, he still had to continue to do the unfinished exercises in the evening self-study.

After struggling for a while between studying in a hurry and talking to Xia Liang first, he still couldn't resist the temptation and took out his phone.

Fearing that he couldn't help but be distracted by looking at his phone, Liu Xiaoman put his phone in the middle of his schoolbag all day and didn't dare to take it out.Now when I opened it, I felt a little excitement like letting the wind out, and I didn't feel sleepy anymore, so I sat cross-legged on the bed.

Puppy love, it really is a major crime that affects learning.

In the process from unlocking the phone to clicking on WeChat a few times, he had already thrown away all the math problems, and only a bunch of words came to his mind to tell Xia Liang.

Specifically asked him to pick the most important thing to say, but he couldn't pick it out, he was rolling in his mind, after deliberation, he still said "good brother".

As a result, as soon as wechat was logged on, many messages popped up in the chat box with Xia Liang on the top of the phone.

He quickly clicked on it, glanced at each item, wanted to read it, but was reluctant to read it, his heart beat like chicken blood immediately, and followed the pop-up messages.

The messages are all one after another, and after a while, I should send him a message when I think of it during class, from morning to night, with a few photos in between.

He pulled to the top and looked down.

-arrive

- This school uniform is absolutely ugly, even uglier than the class uniform chosen by Shang Liangshan

- yo , the teacher in charge is kind of handsome

- i'm in class 27, show you the seats

- about the same as our position in the class

-啊

- The new tablemate talks a lot, Li Meng 2.0

- The small glasses are very elegant

-The key students are just like that, the class status is not as good as yours

-Politics classes all over the world are the same

- don't think i did, boy

- good history class

- the canteen here is terrible

- Don't look at your phone at noon?

- Didn't watch it just after we parted?

- come on , heartless thing

-Sleepy

- Someone asked your boyfriend to borrow a pen, almost made me laugh

- Tell me when you get home at night and call you

-Liu Xiaoman

-Liu Xiaoman Liu Xiaoman Liu Xiaoman Liu Xiaoman

- It's okay, just call it a few more times

-Liu Xiaoman

-miss you