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Because of the injury at the back of the head, Xiaoman slept on his stomach all night. When he woke up the next morning, his neck was so stiff, sore and painful. With a small half of the face.

Faced with Li Xiwei'an's sleeping profile, Xiaoman leaned closer to him again. The bedroom here is not like his previous rental house. The three layers of anti-light curtains can block the morning light tightly. Last night, the curtains were not drawn before going to bed. Strictly enough, the small ray of light penetrating into the bedroom was enough for him to see the person in front of him clearly.

Xiaoman stretched out his fingers, and traced the outline of Li Xiwei's facial features in the air. The distance was getting closer and closer, and finally touched the hair on his forehead. He hurriedly held his breath and put his hands on his sore neck.

Li Xiwei felt a tickle in his sleep, moved the corners of his lips, barely opened his eyes, his vision was still a little blurry, he rubbed his eyes with his hands, saw Xiao Man's hands on his neck, and asked, "Are you sleeping on your stomach?" Sore neck?"

The person who had just woken up had a hoarse voice, and his earlobe was itchy from scratching like a feather, and the hand that was originally on the neck was also moved to the ear.

Li Xiwei directly took Xiaoman's hand off, closed his eyelids again, put his palm on Xiaoman's neck, kneaded it with his fingers very lightly, and asked, "Does it still hurt?"

Xiaoman reached into the quilt, put his fingers into the palm of Li Xiwei's other hand, and wrote the word "no".

He wrote very slowly, one stroke at a time, wherever his fingertips slid, there was the beginning of a tingling sensation, crawling over every inch of his body.

Fortunately, there are not many strokes in this word, otherwise Li Xiwei might face the embarrassing situation of breathing difficulties early in the morning, but he was completely awake, but his voice was still hoarse and tense, "Writing in my hand is something like this. From now on, it’s limited to being at home.”

Xiaoman was puzzled, and wanted to write again, but Li Xiwei had already clenched his fingers, "Did the doctor say that it will take a few days to recover?"

Xiaoman didn't write this time, and stretched out three fingers, shaking them in front of his eyes.

"Three days? You're injured, why are you going to work?" Li Xiwei said with displeasure, and then explained, "I mean, are you going to go during the few days when you're injured? Are you not allowed to rest? At least you have to wait until you recover from your injury."

Xiao Man stretched out his arms and groped the bed behind him a few times. Li Xiwei had already handed him the phone, "It's already 8 o'clock, and you went there at seven o'clock yesterday."

Xiaoman didn't set the alarm clock, he didn't plan to go today, Zheng Lan asked him to rest at home for two days yesterday, and then go after he removed the gauze, he thought his injury was nothing serious and he could go without rest, but think of Li Xiwei However, he still decided to rest for two days. He could faintly feel Li Xiwei's forbearance in his heart. Although the matter seemed to have been resolved peacefully, he could still feel the restrained and oppressive air surrounding Li Xiwei.

He leaned on Li Xiwei's shoulder, and Li Xiwei knew that he agreed, so his displeasure receded, and he began to arrange today's affairs, "I will take you to the hospital to change your medicine in the morning, and then go to the training ground with me, but the venue It's a bit noisy, if you don't want to go, I'll send you back to rest after going to the hospital, and I can come back to accompany you in the afternoon."

Xiao Man nodded in his arms, he wanted to go, he wanted to get to know him better, he had never had a rest day before, every day was very busy, but it was always repeated, day after day, so much so that looking back now, he couldn’t find a few things What a profound and incredible thing he could feel at that time.

Comparing the two, such an ordinary morning, such a warm temperature, one day can even overcome the thousands of boring openings in the past, so how can we not sink?People are always like this, when you have had luxury and goodness, you don't want to go back and forth with poverty.

Xiao Man is no exception, he enjoys the present, like the calm water, he lies on his back on the deck, only the gentle wind blows over his body.

After breakfast, Li Xiwei hadn't combed his hair before he went out. He went into the bathroom, grabbed two hairs in front of the mirror, and tied half of them with a black leather rope.

Xiao Man looked at his undulating face from the bathroom door, and his eyelashes were very long. Even with a profile face, it was too easy to catch other people's gaze.

Li Xiwei bit the leather rope in his mouth, looked at Xiaoman from the corner of his eye in the mirror, "Can you tie your hair?"

Xiaoman nodded at Li Xiwei in the mirror. In the orphanage, many younger sisters had their hair tied by Xiaoman, and he knew how to do various hairstyles.

Li Xiwei tore off the hair tie that was tied just now, "I didn't tie it well just now, please help me tie it again."

He said, walked out of the bathroom, sat on the sofa, and gave the hair tie to Xiao Man who followed.

Xiaoman put the hair rope around his wrist, and started to comb the hair from the side of Li Xiwei's face. The hair in the palm of his hand was neither hard nor soft, and the length just reached his shoulders. Although it was long hair, it didn't look feminine at all on Li Xiwei's face. breath, revealing a natural uniqueness.

After the hair was tied, Li Xiwei said, "From now on, you can tie my hair every day."

Xiaoman is naturally willing. He is already thinking about what hairstyles he can do on Li Xiwei's head. Although all the hairstyles he imagined are women's styles, he should be able to try it at home, right?

Li Xiwei didn't know what Xiaoman was thinking, so he took Xiaoman out and went straight to the hospital. Originally, Xiaoman said that he only needed to find a small clinic nearby, and it was just a dressing change, but Li Xiwei insisted on going to the hospital, and even signed up for an expert surgery number.

It took a long time to queue up for inspections. When getting the medicine, Li Xiwei was afraid that Xiao Man would get a headache from running around, so he asked him to sit in the waiting area and wait for him.

There are many surgeons, and there are even more people waiting in line outside the clinic. Xiaoman looked around, found an empty corner, and walked over to sit down. Next to his seat, with his back to him, sat a woman with a thick wrap around her left leg. Thick gauze, a cane draped over the back of the chair, held in hand.

She was on the phone, speaking with a local accent in Nancheng, "The doctor asked me to be hospitalized. Damn, he wanted to cheat my mother's money. Didn't he just get stabbed? It cost me more than 100 for a tetanus, and he still wants me to be hospitalized. No way." , if I have money, I might as well go out and buy wine, I'm happy!"

The person on the phone should be trying to persuade her, but the woman interrupted impatiently, "You don't need to persuade me, what? You give me money? That's good, you call my card, and I'll go through the hospitalization procedures right away... "

"Don't worry, I will definitely be hospitalized, I won't go to buy wine, and I will accompany you when I return to Longdong Street..."

After the woman made the phone call, she chuckled contentedly, "A big fool..."

The more Xiaoman watched, the more he felt that the woman's back was very familiar. When she hung up the phone and sat upright, he couldn't sit still when he saw the mole on her chin, and stepped forward to grab the woman's arm.

The woman yelled, "Hooligan, why are you grabbing my arm..." After the woman saw Xiao Man's face clearly, she shook off Xiao Man's hand, her lips trembling.

When Xiaoman first recognized the person, he was delighted, but the woman's emotions were completely opposite to Xiaoman's. She was angry, her eyes were full of cruelty, she stood up abruptly, but because one leg was injured, her foot was unstable, and her body was leaning towards the back of the seat. down.

Xiaoman hurried forward to support her, but she pushed her away again. Xiaoman was pushed to sit on the ground, and tried to go to help her, but was knocked down again by the crutches swung by the woman.

"Don't come here, I don't want to see you," the woman said with disheveled hair, gnashing her teeth, wishing she could eat Xiao Man, "I don't want to see anyone named Xiao, get out, Xiao Man, get out, I don't want to see you. "

"Disgusting, you are as disgusting as your father..." The woman was hysterical. If she was not injured, she might come over and tear Xiao Man to pieces.

A circle of people gathered around, pointing and whispering.

Xiaoman looked at the naked disgust in the eyes of the woman in front of him. This was something he had never imagined. He thought that when he saw Lin Hong again, she would be the same as before, holding his hand gently and giving him his favorite food. Something, pat his head, after all, in this world, they are each other's only relatives.

Lin Hong's right hand was trembling, and she tried to stand up with the help of the crutch several times, but failed.

Finally, Lin Hong stood up with the help of others. With a cane under her arm, she walked to Xiao Man's side step by step, condescending, "Xiao Man, I heard that you have become dumb and can't speak anymore? I see you You dare not speak, are you pretending?"

Xiaoman's teeth were gritted so badly that she no longer looked up at Lin Hong, but focused on the wood at the bottom of the crutch that had been worn out with burrs.

The woman bit her cheek and continued: "You were in the closet that day, so why didn't you come out? Why didn't you save mom? Why didn't you come out from hiding in there?"

Why?Why?Why?Lin Hong asked loudly, like a scimitar with barbs, pierced straight into his chest, and when it was pulled out, there was a big hole drenched in flesh and blood.

"It's all because of my surname Xiao that I lost my mother." Lin Hong's voice became smaller and smaller, "You are also surnamed Xiao, so you should die too."

Lin Hong's last words were not in the Nancheng dialect, but in a language that only Xiao Man could understand, but I lost my mother, Xiao Man thought, who should he blame?

Lin Hong's curse seemed to be in a deep canyon, echoing continuously, passing into Xiaoman's ears over and over again, finally his limbs became weak, and his eyes wandered. At the end, he himself was still sitting on the ground.

When Li Xiwei came back with the medicine in his hand, he found Xiaoman sitting on the floor, with one arm resting on the edge of the mesh metal seat, half hanging, his face was very pale, and he was looking at the woman on crutches in the distance.

"Xiao Man, why are you sitting on the ground? Do you have a headache?" Li Xiwei squatted beside him and asked him nervously.

Feeling the familiar smell, Xiao Man regained his composure and shook his head dully.

"You know that woman?"

Xiaoman followed Li Xiwei's words and looked towards the corridor again, but Lin Hong was no longer there. Thinking of what Lin Hong said just now, he shook his head again.

"You don't know her?" Li Xiwei asked, "Or you don't want to tell me?"

Xiaoman bit the tip of her tongue and only shook her head.

Li Xiwei frowned, didn't ask any more questions, and helped Xiaoman go to the consulting room to change the medicine.

After coming out of the hospital, Li Xiwei did not take Xiaoman to the training ground, but took him home directly. Xiaoman tried his best to maintain his usual appearance, but Li Xiwei also kept silent.

When I went out in the morning, there was still a cool breeze and warm sun, but at noon it was windy.