Qiao Lan stood at the entrance of the corridor and watched Uncle Chen walk away, alone for a long time in the dark.
She lived for twenty years in her last life. Since she was a child, she didn’t know who her parents were or what surnames. Even the last name was chosen at random. The person who treated her best in her last life was the kind aunt who sponsored her to go to high school. Lan vowed to read her forever.
But before she had time, she became the current Qiao Lan. She cared about Tan Mo several times just because she couldn't bear it, but the boy gave her too much feedback.
Qiao Lan squatted down and buried her cheeks on her knees.
It is said in the book that it is very difficult for people with As syndrome to have friendship, and once they do have it, they will become at a loss and wonder how to maintain it, so use the simplest and rude way to be good to you.
However, this is great. Qiao Lan sighed for a long time. In the past twenty years, no one reminded her to wear a thick body when it snowed, and no one reminded her to bring an umbrella when it snowed. Not to mention sent her home specially.
After squatting for a few minutes, maybe ten minutes later, Qiao Lan went upstairs and returned to Qiao's house.
It was past 12 o'clock in the morning, and only Mother Qiao was not asleep and was putting on a mask. When she saw Qiao Lan come in and glanced at her, she babbled casually, "I don't know what time I will be back. I don't know where to go if I can find a person in a day. Keep my voice down. Your brother just fell asleep."
Seeing Mother Qiao turned back to the room, Qiao Lan felt that she had returned to reality again.
Qiao Lan originally thought that due to the quarrel with Tang Qin, she might return to the situation where she was alienated from everyone at the beginning, but later discovered that it did not seem to be the case.
They are all fifteen or sixteen years old. Generally speaking, everyone is not bad in nature.
But maybe it’s because Tang Qin is not Chen Yaoyang, nor Song Yao. Her weight in the class is not big enough to make everyone else alienate Qiao Lan because of her attitude, so except for Tang Qin who plays well by her side. A few girls, no one has changed much in Qiao Lan's attitude.
Like Pei Ning, and several classmates sitting on the right side of Qiao Lan, they still meet and greet and talk as they did in the past. Qiao Lan is very good at English and mathematics, and some students will come to Qiao Lan when get out of class is over.
However, for Tan Mo, most students still try to stay as far away as possible, but a small number of students have slowly changed.
Qiao Lan talks to Tan Mo every day, but Tan Mo didn’t hit people suddenly like Tang Qin said. He didn’t even speak loudly. He wasn’t crazy, he didn’t look stupid, and he didn’t talk to Qiao Lan. very horrifying.
But Tan Mo didn't care about everything.
The only thing he can care about now is Qiao Lan.
Qiao Lan is now playing with Pei Ning, who is at the same table, and a few classmates in front of him.
I forgot who started it. They were all boys and girls of the same age. They were a little unconvinced when they said that, and wanted to compare them. The girl sitting in front of Qiao Lan made questions and judges, Qiao Lan, Pei Ning, and another boy.
The question is very simple. The ten Roman numerals are sorted randomly. The girl who wrote the question read a total of fifteen numbers. Whoever writes the right one among the three will win. The bet is simpler. Two lollipops.
Such games are boring in Tan Mo's eyes.
He didn't understand the meaning of this time-wasting game.
But Qiao Lan was playing, so Tan Mo put down the book in his hand and watched them play.
The girl who asked the question wrote down fifteen numbers at random, and then she coughed twice as she clutched the note, "Listen well, just say it again, 2, 4, 5, 0...2.8, don’t continue writing, but instead In dozens of seconds, ten, nine, eight, seven..."
Qiao Lan took out a pen and just wrote three numbers. Pei Ning who was next to him suddenly short-circuited, "Eh, eh, what's the fifth one", and subconsciously glanced at Qiao Lan.
Qiao Lan pushed the person away, turned around, and put the notebook on Tan Mo's table.
I quickly wrote eight numbers, and when I reached the ninth, I suddenly couldn't remember whether it was 7 or 8.
The girl who asked the question glanced at what another guy had written, and couldn't smile, "You are too wrong, the countdown..."
Qiao Lan really couldn't think of it, and was about to write a random number on it, Tan Mo whispered in a low voice that only two people could hear, "846728."
Qiao Lan didn't even think about it, and wrote everything directly as Tan Mo said.
Tan Mo was dumbfounded, wouldn't she be afraid that his memory was wrong.
The countdown for the girl in front was over, she quickly removed the note in the hands of the three of them, and laughed after reading it, "How did you make the third number wrong? Peining made the wrong three numbers, eh, Joe Lanquan is right! I'll say that our girls' memory is not worse than yours. You can see what Qiao Lan wrote..."
"That's Qiao Lan's memory, so it's not you..."
There was an uproar in the front again, Qiao Lan turned around and smiled and sighed at Tan Mo in a low voice, "Why are you so good?"
The girl in front of her eyes was very dark and bright. Looking at him, she sighed from the bottom of her heart. He was used to hearing people say he was crazy and stupid. He thought he was used to not feeling it anymore, but after hearing Qiao Lan’s In a word, I still felt heartfelt joy.
Maybe because of this sentence, maybe because of the person who said it.
Tan Mo clearly remembered how much torment he had to endure in school every day before meeting Qiao Lan, but now it seems that life at school has become less difficult.
This is his most comfortable state outside of being alone.
On the weekend, Tan Mo didn't go to the western restaurant. He found a very good book, and he devoted two days to it.
On Sunday night, Tan Fu came to see Tan Mo in his busy schedule.
Tan Mo did not live with Tan's father.
Tan Mo's parents were divorced before he could even remember. As he got older after he was seven years old, his mother finally discovered the difference between him and other children, and took him to the United States for treatment.
One stay is seven years.
For his father, Tan Mo had no memory or feelings. After being taken over by Tan's father, he couldn't bear the noise of Tan's newly formed family. He found Tan's father and told Tan's father in words without a trace of emotion. Don't want to live with them.
So he lived with Uncle Chen and Aunt Chen who had always taken care of him and his mother.
He thought of Tan Mo's sudden reluctance to go to school last week. He wanted to talk to Tan Mo, but found that it was his one-man show. Tan Mo barely spoke and spoke a few times, which was also the most useless nonsense.
Tanfu could only ask his assistant to hire a psychiatrist, and after inquiring about the doctor's attitude, he came to Tan Mo again.
He once felt that Tan Mo was autistic and xenophobic, so he was asked to go to school, to contact his peers, and to contact people. After communicating with the doctor, the doctor advised him not to do this, and Tan Fu hurriedly came to Tan Mo.
Tan's father thought of the psychiatrist's words, and felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.
He looked at Tan Mo's cold face and asked him how he had been this week recently.
Tan Mo raised his head and glanced at him, and said from the bottom of his heart, "Very good."
Tan Fu was a little skeptical, because Tan Mo had no expression on his face and had nothing to do with being well.
He didn't know that his son's illness was called Asperger's disease. He didn't know that it was difficult for him to receive and express emotions. He only regarded Tan Mo as a common autism, and he recalled what the doctor said.
Children with autism sometimes lie in order to avoid trouble because they resist outsiders and troubles.
Father Tan looked at Tan Mo for a long time, and sighed after a long while, “I didn’t think about it clearly at the beginning and forced you to go to school. Dad now understands slowly and knows that you don’t like going to school. If you don’t want to go then don’t go. Up."
Tan Mo gave Tan Fu a somewhat inexplicable look. He clearly said it was good, why Tan Fu seemed to have not heard it.
So he repeated it again, "I said I was fine and I want to go to school."
He likes going to school more than sitting here with Tanfu and saying these things. He likes to look back at the girl sitting in front of him with a smile from time to time.
Not wanting to say anything to Tanfu, Tan Mo pushed the wheelchair back to his room.
Today is Sunday, and I will see Qiao Lan again tomorrow.
The next day, he came to the school as before, pushed the wheelchair into the classroom, but when he saw Qiao Lan who was supposed to be sitting in front of him replaced by another girl, he was stunned.
His seat is still there, but the person sitting in front is no longer there.
The seat is rotated once a week. Qiao Lan was still in front of him a week ago, but after a week, Qiao Lan also changed to another position.
She sat in the penultimate row of the second group, not too far from Tan Mo's position, but at this moment, Tan Mo was panicking endlessly.
The newcomer at the front desk opened the window to its maximum, and the cold wind poured in from the window, and Tan Mo's uncomfortable face became paler.
In front of him was a book he thought was very interesting yesterday, but now he can't read a word.
He couldn't help but looked in Qiao Lan's direction over and over again. He could see that she was listening to the class and writing at her, but he couldn't see her hair clearly. He couldn't see her often turning around and lying on him. The dark smile in front of him turned.
It turned out that Qiao Lan didn't always sit in front of him. Next week, next week, he will sit further away from him.
A moment ago, I still felt very good on campus life, but it was restored to its original appearance in an instant, even more unbearable for him than before.
He turned his head stiffly, looked over again, and Pei Ning was talking to Qiao Lan while writing with a pen.
It is mostly about physics.
When sitting behind Qiao Lan, Qiao Lan asked Peining physics questions from time to time.
In fact, he can also answer those questions. He will not think for a long time like Peining to get the answer. He can tell Qiao Lan the correct answer in a very short time.
But now, he couldn't even hear what topic they were talking about.
Tan Mo once hated Pei Ning, because Pei Ning could see Qiao Lan's profile as soon as he turned his head, and he could touch her arm whenever he moved, but no matter what happened before, there was no such moment that made him unbearable. .
Because not only can Pei Ning talk to her casually, but now she can also change to another position with her.
And he will only get farther and farther.
He stared at Pei Ning's back, and for the first time gave birth to a strong, directional idea.
He wants to sit in that position.
As soon as he turned his head, he could see Qiao Lan's position.
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