Xiaoman

There is a big banyan tree between the bicycle garage and the school gate, which grows so luxuriantly that one person can't hug it. Since entering the school gate on the first day of the first year of high school, Liu Xiaoman waits for Fan Yiyang here every day after school, sometimes after school It was late, so Fan Yiyang waited for him with the cart.

After the class meeting, he was a little distracted all night. He couldn't help thinking about running exercises while doing the exercises. He didn't realize that the fourth class was over. I scratched my head trying to finish solving the math problem in hand.

"You can't do that, can you?" Li Meng quickly packed his schoolbag, turned his head and patted his desk, "It's only the first day of school, and the days will be long, hurry home and don't forget about me."

Liu Xiaoman "Huh?" He raised his head and looked at the time, only to find that it was already [-]:[-], and almost half of the class had left.

"I thought it was only the third class, no wonder it was so noisy." He tapped his pen and packed his schoolbag, stuffing the books and homework for the evening into it.

"Come on, your deskmate will disappear in the third class." Li Meng stretched his arms back and sat on the desk clattering his legs.

Liu Xiaoman thought that it was not normal for him to stay until now.

"Hey, why did you say he didn't go to class?" Li Meng said again.

Liu Xiaoman shook his head, he didn't skip class, he couldn't figure out what he could do without class, in the first class, Luo Hao asked him to help him dig things out, he didn't even unzip the zipper, and Shang Liangshan stared at him Yes, but I haven't figured out why.

"I don't know." He said, looking at Li Meng's posture hesitantly asked: "Are you waiting for me?"

"Yes, hurry up." Li Meng took out his phone and pressed it twice.

"Thank you, but I and I," Liu Xiaoman thought for a while, "Neighbor, let's go together."

"You're so funny," Li Meng laughed, staring at him, "Thank you, I'll just tell you this and wait for you to go downstairs together, not to take you home, I'll live in the second phase of Yingcai at the door , you just go with your neighbor."

Liu Xiaoman smiled and said "oh".

"Where do you live?" Li Meng asked again when he went downstairs.

"Turn a corner and go down the street, to the old movie theater." Liu Xiaoman told him seriously.

Li Meng drew a route in his mind and snapped his fingers: "Textile factory?"

"Yes, the family building." Liu Xiaoman said.

"That's pretty close." Li Meng scratched his hair, "I seem to have heard someone say that Xia Liang's family used to be in the textile factory, and his family was his grandfather's house... I forgot."

Liu Xiaoman didn't answer the call, he didn't know where Li Meng heard the news, anyway, he had never seen Xia Liang at the door of his house.

In front of the big banyan tree, Fan Yiyang happened to push the car over from the shed, Liu Xiaoman said goodbye to Li Meng, Li Meng backed up and waved to him, shouting: "Don't be late tomorrow!"

"Why don't you be late." Fan Yiyang asked.

"Run." Liu Xiaoman put his schoolbag into the car basket, there were too many students, he clutched the back seat of the car and walked to the door with Fan Yiyang, saying, "Brother Yangyang, you don't have to pick me up tomorrow, the head teacher told us to go early Playground, go straight back to class for self-study after running."

"Running? What time?" Fan Yiyang didn't quite understand.

"It's six forty." Liu Xiaoman said.

"How is the time arranged?" Fan Yiyang frowned, "It's not too early, it's not too late, it's even delaying eating and reading early."

"I don't know." Liu Xiaoman sighed softly.

The most troublesome thing is actually grandpa.

The time on their school schedule is 06:30 for morning reading, until [-]:[-] for the first class, breakfast and duty must be done before morning reading, so around [-]:[-] is when grandpa goes to the early shop When the business is the most.

Last semester, Fan Yiyang basically picked him up at [-]:[-], and he arrived at school in a few minutes, without any delay.

Now that Shangliangshan is doing this, the time has to be advanced all of a sudden.

"It's okay, it's about the same." Fan Yiyang comforted him in turn, "I used to memorize at home after getting up in the morning. I was also nervous this semester. It's good to go to school early and read early."

Liu Xiaoman looked at him with fluttering eyelids, getting up a little earlier or going out 10 minutes earlier was indeed a trivial matter for Fan Yiyang, but Fan Yiyang adjusted his rhythm according to him without thinking about it, he just couldn't describe it My heart softened.

He pursed his lips and shook his head: "You follow your rhythm, I don't know the time, it depends on Grandpa."

"Shang Liangshan is the same, the physical education teacher is really different." Fan Yiyang smiled, "He asked you to run too?"

Liu Xiaoman said "hmm", touched the soft candy that Xia Liang threw to him in his pocket, wanted to give it to Fan Yiyang to eat, took out half of it and thought about it, and felt that a candy was thrown around, it was not appropriate to give it to Fan Yiyang, and it was loose He opened his fingers and put them back.

When I got home, Grandpa watched him wash and wash and dangle around the room from left to right. He always felt that he was a little different from what he saw during the day. It was only when Liu Xiaoman took a small basin to pour washing powder and soak clothes that he suddenly understood. The clothes are different.

It's too old to remember anything.

"Whose clothes?" He asked Liu Xiaoman.

"Brother Yangyang." Liu Xiaoman raised his arm to wipe the laundry water splashed on his face, "I got oil all over my body during the meal, and Aunt Fan asked me to change it directly."

"Look at you." Grandpa smacked his lips at him, "Then what about your own clothes? Just leave them alone?"

"Aunt Fan just took it to soak, and was late when she was leaving, so she didn't bother to take it..." In the middle of speaking, he suddenly stopped and said "ah", muttering "broken", put down his clothes and ran to the bedroom.

"Don't take it in the middle of the night." Grandpa called him.

Liu Xiaoman rattled in his schoolbag for a while, and came out with two rolls of paper in his hands. He was a little anxious to check the time: "The head teacher asked me to copy the things that I have to hand in tomorrow, and I forgot."

Grandpa unfolded the paper roll and squinted his eyes: "Where you go to copy now is closed, why didn't you think about going when you came back?"

"I forgot." Liu Xiaoman turned around and went to the cabinet to look for the documents he needed, "And I needed a disability certificate, but I didn't take it, and I needed the signature of the neighborhood committee."

"Forget three things and forget four things." Grandpa sighed.

The documents are usually put together, so it is easy to find, Liu Xiaoman quickly took out the small pocket containing the documents, and was about to go out after changing his shoes.

"Where are you going?" Grandpa asked.

"I'm going to see if the copy shop at the crossroads is still open. They are closed late." Liu Xiaoman said quickly.

"Go to an intersection in the dark, you go to the street early tomorrow..." Grandpa still wanted to speak, but he turned around and pulled out the two pieces of paper, and ran away in a hurry.

When he just remembered this, he was really anxious, no matter what, he would not have enough time tomorrow morning, unless he ran out to make copies during the big break, or asked Shang Liangshan to take him to the school's printing room to make copies.

It would be too embarrassing if he did that, he has a thin skin, and he didn't want Shang Liangshan to feel that his head was muddled just after school started, and even if he went to school to print it tomorrow, he had to bring it back to the neighborhood committee to stamp it, which was even more troublesome.

He knew that some copy shop should be closed at this point, but he went out to see that he felt at ease.

However, his initial thought was to go straight to the copy shop, let go of the girl and trot to the corner of the street, and he suddenly found that he was running very... smoothly.

At dawn, he never dared to run like this. He would at most use his strength when going up and down the corridors of his house. When he got to a crowded place, his pace would automatically be cut in half, and his fast running would become a brisk walk.

It seems that I really got rid of it and ran forward, and there was nothing uncomfortable.

Liu Xiaoman felt it.

It's just that the feeling of the missing arm on the left is more obvious, and there is an indescribable... air leakage around the cuffs and half of the body.

The intersection is not close to his home, but it's not that far away. It's separated from his street by a curved alley. There's nothing necessary to buy at ordinary times, so he doesn't come here very often.

Seeing from a distance that the lights in the copy shop were dark, Liu Xiaoman slowed down, imitating the posture required for group running exercises, clenched his right fist on his side, and ran twice in narrow steps.

How awkward.

He wrinkled his nose.

In this way, you have to swing your arms when you run. It’s uncomfortable not to swing, but it’s even more uncomfortable to swing. I haven’t let go of the comfort just now.

The pose is definitely stiff and ugly.

So unfriendly.

He still wanted to try again, but he passed by a few people, and the street lights were much brighter when he exited the small intersection, which made him feel that he had nowhere to hide, so he had to give up.

Arriving at the door of the photocopying shop, he confirmed that the lock on the door was indeed firmly hung. Liu Xiaoman sighed at the door, and looked around again. Only Internet cafes and convenience stores were open, and he entered the convenience store without hope. When the store asked, the clerk looked at him strangely, shook his head and said no.

He walked around the entrance of the Internet cafe again, but he still didn't dare to go in, so he turned and went home.

The next morning, Liu Xiaoman was driven away when he helped his grandfather set up the stall. His grandfather asked him to go around quickly to see if there was a copy shop open early in the morning. He went to the neighborhood committee to issue a certificate.

He also handed him his schoolbag, telling him to go straight to school if he was in a hurry.

"Then when brother Yangyang comes, if I haven't come back yet, you can let him go first." Liu Xiaoman hung his schoolbag on his body.

"He's not stupid." Grandpa waved his hand, telling him to leave quickly.

In fact, both the grandpa and grandson knew that there would never be a copy shop open at this o'clock, so running around was just for psychological comfort.

Liu Xiaoman was thinking about what to say to Shang Liangshan when he got to school, clutching his schoolbag and walking fast, the copy shop on the corner of the street didn't even open the shutters, he turned a corner, and headed towards the intersection last night Walk.

The shop at the crossroads is the same as before, with large long locks hanging from the doorknobs.

Reluctantly, he walked to the door and looked in, but there was no one; he tugged on the lock again, this time he gave up.

Turning around and walking back, when passing the convenience store, a person came out, holding a small paper bag in his hand.He subconsciously stopped to make way, but the other party didn't move. Liu Xiaoman looked over and met Xia Liang's black eyes. He only felt his eyelids twitch, and he was too lazy to be surprised.

Fate, amazing.

A voiceless narration popped into his head.

Then what Li Meng said yesterday came up again, and I thought it seemed to be true, Xia Liang or Xia Liang's grandfather really lived nearby.

"Morning." Xia Liang looked at him, probably getting used to it, and greeted him with a dull face.

Liu Xiaoman hesitated for a moment, Xia Liang was still sleepy, his hair was a little disheveled and messy, and he seemed to be a lot more relaxed and easy-going, compared to the one who walked by the school gate yesterday, he was very friendly .

So he also answered early, and then answered casually: "Your home is here too?"

Xia Liang pointed to the Internet cafe opposite.

Liu Xiaoman fell silent for a moment.

"Just came out." Xia Liang peeled a piece of chewing gum and stuffed it into his mouth, looked at him, and asked suddenly: "You came here last night for a walk, and you came here again early in the morning, want to go online?"

This sentence surprised Liu Xiaoman much more than meeting him by chance.

After all, when Xia Liang asked this question, he must have seen the embarrassment of him wanting to enter the Internet cafe but not daring to enter.

"You stayed in the Internet cafe all night?" He was a little embarrassed, and hurriedly changed the subject.

Xia Liang chewed the gum slowly, looked at him a little funny, didn't ask any more questions, twisted the wrapping paper in his hands into a small ball and threw it into the trash can, stretched his waist and said, "Let's go."

go?

Where to go?

Liu Xiaoman was stunned. Although he and Xia Liang were at the same table, did they know each other well enough to go to school together?

In a daze, Xia Liang had already gone several steps, he hurriedly followed Xia Liang and said, "I have to go home."

After speaking, afraid that Xia Liang might misunderstand, he explained: "I have to go back and get the materials that the head teacher asked me to hand in."

Xia Liang stopped to look at him, as if he had thought of something, Liu Xiaoman was just about to say that he would not waste your time and you should go first, but he asked an irrelevant question: "Does your house sell breakfast?"

Liu Xiaoman couldn't keep up with his train of thought, a word got stuck in his mouth, and he nodded blankly.

"Exactly." Xia Liang also nodded.

Who is right with you?

"Aren't you..." He pointed to the small paper bag in Xia Liang's hand.

Didn't you buy it?

"You want to eat?" Xia Liang glanced at him, Liu Xiaoman felt that his eyes seemed to be on his stump, and stretched out his hand to pass the paper bag in front of his eyes.

Of course he doesn't eat it.But Xia Liang said so, it is estimated that what he bought was not breakfast.

"What is this?" he asked.

"Canned cat food." Xia Liang said, the corners of his mouth curled up in a quick and small arc.

I don't know what's wrong with it, but I'm in such a good mood.

Liu Xiaoman didn't know what to say anymore, and looked at Xia Liang with a daze, as if he couldn't find a reason not to let him buy breakfast.

"Let's go," Xia Liang squinted his eyes and yawned big, turned around and continued to move forward, and glanced at him impatiently, "Hawk and chirp."