Xiaoman

When the admission notice came down, Fan Yiyang's name was unsurprisingly drawn into a red banner and hung on the school gate.

The last time their school got such an embarrassing student, they had to count their fingers back to five years ago. After the score came down, Liu Xiaoman listened to it at least 8000 times in the school cafeteria, corridors, and even toilets and other places. "Fan Yiyang".Every day, I heard from different people that there was another high-end university contacting me. I met Fan Yiyang's class teacher on the way, and felt that she wanted to jump high even after walking for a week.

pretty good.

Liu Xiaoman was really happy for Fan Yiyang, but he could only be happy for a while, and his heart was soon overwhelmed by other emotions.

Ever since they heard Fan Yiyang's confession in front of the ward that day, they haven't spoken to each other since then.

The mood was really too complicated, Liu Xiaoman didn't want to think about it at all in the first few days, and he was in a daze about what he was doing.

Later, he tried to understand and accept this fact. He understood that Fan Yiyang was not to blame in the final analysis, and it was useless to blame. The incident had already happened, and his arms couldn’t come back just like his childhood, but he still couldn’t get over the hurdle in his heart.

awkward.

Really awkward.

Fan Yiyang's identity and meaning to him seemed to have suddenly changed from "Brother Yang Yang" to an indescribable stranger.

Liu Xiaoman felt that he should be relieved someday in the future, but not now.

Now when he went to the supermarket downstairs to buy a bag of toilet paper, he had to look around first, avoiding the Fan family.

Aunt Fan came to invite them to Fan Yiyang's school entrance banquet. He was uncomfortable even opening the door to say hello. He couldn't help but wonder if his family knew about Fan Yiyang's worries, and if so...

If you know it, you can't do anything.

He didn't want to think about it so much, and he couldn't bear to spoil other people's good intentions.I don't want to think that I am so miserable in the eyes of others.

In the end, he used the make-up class as an excuse, and only Liu Yong went to the school entrance banquet alone.

Liu Xiaoman really wanted to make up lessons.

There is basically no summer vacation in the second and third grades of high school. After the semester is over, they deliberately take a week off. Liu Xiaoman goes to the rehabilitation center almost every day to soak.

Going back to school, the sign of Class 12, Grade 12 has been replaced by Class [-], Grade [-], and the second floor of their high school has been upgraded to the third floor of a new high school.

Although the school has not officially started yet, the class also has a sense of urgency to be promoted to the third year of high school.

This sense of urgency does not mean that the whole class suddenly wakes up and heads down to study, but that half of the class is drowsy in the hot summer afternoon, and the other half who are awake are not in the mood to make any noise.

The atmosphere in the class is very solemn.

Or it could just be the heat.

"The cicadas make me so annoying..." Li Meng lay on the table half dead, covering his head with a book and drawing out his voice, "After two months of making up lessons, what are they whining about? Isn't it hot?"

"The window can be closed." Chao Chao was also annoyed by hearing it, and raised his head from the table to open the window, "Don't wait two months, it may not be able to rest until October, let's call."

"Don't!" Li Meng yelled immediately, full of breath, he was still spread out on the table without lifting his head, he just shook his hands a few times, "Anyway, with the window open, there can be occasional wind blowing, this broken fan blows The wind that comes out is always upward.”

Wang Chao glanced at the scraped papers on the table, it was so hot that he didn't even bother to bicker.

Walking forward obliquely in the direction where the sun came in, Li Meng immediately moved to Xia Liang's place with the book on his back and shrank, with half of his body leaning against the wall and humming: "Shuang Shuang."

Liu Xiaoman's empty sleeve was facing him, Li Meng took a look, and couldn't help poking it: "You..."

As soon as the fingertips touched him, Liu Xiaoman moved away to the side and looked at Li Meng: "What are you doing?"

The whole class fell asleep, and he looked drowsy at first, so he forced himself to listen to the class carefully and not lose his mind. After being poked by Li Meng, he immediately regained his energy.

Li Meng didn't expect that he would really poke him up. Although he didn't have any malicious intentions, he was also a little embarrassed, just like seeing a cripple on the street and going to hug someone's leg directly.

"You... are so cool." He quickly found an excuse, "You don't sweat?"

"Maybe it's more ventilated here." Liu Xiaoman lowered his head and continued to work on the question.

"Hey..." Li Meng stared at him for a while, not sure if Liu Xiaoman told a bad joke, should he laugh, scratched his head and continued to lay down on the table, calling him: " Liu Xiaoman."

"Huh?" Liu Xiaoman responded non-stop.

"Do you have something on your mind?" Li Meng asked him, "It feels like you are talking less and less. You used to giggle with Xia Liang all the time, but now you don't laugh much anymore."

There is always an indifference of immersing oneself and ignoring the whole world.

But Li Meng didn't say this.

Liu Xiaoman's pen stopped.

He hadn't heard the name "Xia Liang" for several months.

What he was doing was Xia Liang... When Fan Yiyang gave him the math problem that Luo Hao gave him, the relationship between him and Fan Yiyang hadn't changed as it is now.

The collection of questions was not necessarily given by Xia Liang.

Liu Xiaoman was a little dazed again, and suddenly felt that his life was really boring.

In the past, the purpose of studying hard was for grandpa, the goal was Fan Yiyang, and he could still have the little dream of going to college with Xia Liang.

I don't know what to do now, my mind is in chaos.

Learning is definitely a must, and he also understands what his current task is. It's like letting himself eat three meals a day if he doesn't have an appetite for anything, but he feels that he has lost a lot of motivation.

"Who am I chatting with?" He smiled and asked Li Meng.

There are only two tiny nerves in Li Meng's brain to think about human nature, and Liu Xiaoman's words immediately make sense.

"That's right." He nodded, and then patted Liu Xiaoman's back very loyally, "I will come and sit with you more often."

This state lasted for Liu Xiaoman for a whole semester from summer to winter.

He originally thought that the second half of the year would be as difficult as the first half of the year, but it may be that he has developed antibodies, and something happened in every season in the second half of the year, so it passed.

First, the summer vacation was over, and Fan Yiyang came to see him before going to school in other places, but Liu Xiaoman still didn't know what to say to him.

In the past, when Fan Yiyang came to him, they both closed the door and sat in the room writing questions and whispering.Now that kind of intimacy without secrets is gone, he lowered his head, Fan Yiyang didn't say much, just put down the sorted notes and left.

Liu Xiaoman felt that he was pretty bad, he stopped playing with others, and had to use other people's college entrance examination notes.

After the weather cooled down, grandpa came back from the rehabilitation hospital.

During this period, he changed to three hospitals for rehabilitation. He has been walking without any problems, but his right hand and speaking are both problems.

Can't hold the bowl, can't speak clearly.Remembering things is still a mess.

I went to the hospital for another checkup, and found that the cerebral edema caused by my grandfather's cerebral hemorrhage has not disappeared. The doctor judged that it is a major reason that affects the recovery progress.

If his physical condition is better, he will be taken out by surgery directly, but after all, his grandfather is getting old, and Liu Xiaoman is a little scared. He is really afraid that life will give him another sap.

As a result, Grandpa insisted on the operation, otherwise he would be looking for life and death.

Fortunately, after removing the edema, it really worked, and the recovery was quick. Although the strength in his right hand is still weak, his ability to speak and remember the past has improved a lot. This is the only thing that Liu Xiaoman feels comfortable with in the past six months.

But grandpa's return also means that the family's beds are once again facing the dilemma of not enough beds.

At first, Liu Xiaoman insisted on sleeping with Grandpa Huan, and was worried if he didn’t stare at him. He wished he could take a notebook every day to write down whether Grandpa took the antihypertensive medicine on time and measured his blood pressure, for fear that Grandpa would cough again. .

As soon as the first wave of cold air comes over, the family feels like an enemy. The doctor said that the cold weather in winter constricts the blood vessels, and strokes are easy to recur, so we must pay attention to keeping warm.

Liu Yong bought an electric heater and came back, plugged it in early and baked it every day.

It turned out that grandpa was fine, but Liu Xiaoman was under a lot of pressure at the end of the semester, getting up early and going to bed late every day, restless, and was directly knocked down by the flu.

He is either not sick, or sick for half a month.

Liu Yong hurriedly bought another small foldable bed, and put one in the living room every night to make do with it.

After so much tossing and tossing until the end of the final exam, the score is still satisfactory, Liu Xiaoman's whole body seems to have been peeled off.

On the last day of make-up classes years ago, Li Meng and Wang Chao lay on the table and stared at him, "tsk tsk".

"...Why?" Liu Xiaoman sniffed while remembering the homework on the blackboard.

"I think you've lost weight, and Wang Chao thinks you're tall. Let's do some research." Li Meng said.

"Anyway, people are narrow." Wang Chao continued.

"That means losing weight. A thin person makes you taller." Li Meng insisted.

"Boring." Liu Xiaoman pushed the two away with a smile, "Don't block my blackboard."

"It's snowing." Li Meng pointed out the window when he turned around.

Liu Xiaoman turned to look, it was true.

"It snowed very late this year." Wang Chao said casually as he packed his schoolbag, "How many rounds did it snow at this time last year?"

"That's right, last year it was Christmas or New Year's Day." Li Meng stood up and suddenly laughed, "If Yutou succeeded in confessing last year, it will be the first anniversary with Han Xuebi now."

"Are you owed or not?" Wang Chao glanced at him, "Take your score slip and go home and kneel."

"Fuck." Li Meng cursed, and he became irritable when he mentioned this. This final exam is very strict, and there is no chance of copying it. When the grades came out, his eyes went dark, and he just covered it up until now. His mother.

He picked Liu Xiaoman up from the seat: "Let's go, ouch, you're so dazed! It's a holiday!"

Liu Xiaoman went downstairs with them, carrying his schoolbag.

He wasn't in a daze, but thought of Xia Liang again.

On the first snow last year, Xia Liang put a little snowman on the window sill for him, and confessed to him when he couldn't get up in the snow.

It's been a year.

He exhaled as he descended the stairs.

This year has been like a frightening dream.

"Come out to play a year ago? Haven't gone out for half a year." When there were still a few steps away from the entrance of the corridor, Li Meng's sadness had been completely washed away by the joy of the holiday, and he rubbed his hands in front of Wang Chao and Liu Xiaoman's faces. Snapped his fingers, "Liu Xiaoman, your name is Xia Liang too!"

Liu Xiaoman turned his head abruptly, and before he could say "Huh?", he felt that the soles of his feet were empty, and following Li Meng's almost loud "I'm sorry", the last few steps were swayed down by him.

"The little mouse went to the lampstand.

Stealing oil can't be eaten.

Meow meow, here comes the cat.

Chirping, chirping, rolling down..."

When Li Mengwang lifted her numb elbows from the ground, what flashed through Liu Xiaoman's mind was Cancan's endless nursery rhymes after learning from kindergarten every day.