Chapter 30: 30： 030

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At this moment, Boston time, 12:30 noon, is twelve hours away from China, which means it is 12:30 in the morning on Qiao Lan.

Qiao Lan finally got Tan Mo's mobile phone number tonight, and after the work was over, she dialed Tan Mo's phone with the boss's phone.

It was a bit noisy at the other end of the sentence, Tan Mo didn't know if it was a cold or something, and his voice was a little dumb.

"Tan Mo, do you have a cold? Why is your voice a little bit hoarse?" Qiao Lan asked him. After a long while, the phone answered her, "No."

Then there was no sound.

Had it not been for Qiao Lan for a long time to know what Tan Mo was like, and that he was usually so taciturn, this phone would really not be able to talk.

When talking with Tan Mo, Tan Mo will talk a lot when he talks about topics or books that he is particularly interested in. The rest of the time, especially in normal chat, Tan Mo can just say nothing, no. Ask him and he will never take the initiative to speak.

Qiao Lan checked that this is a common problem of Asperger's disease, because they feel that daily chat is unnecessary.

Qiao Lan thought that after school started, she must find a way to change Tan Mo's habit of not speaking, or how to deal with others in the future, she might not have the patience.

"Is there anything important for you to go to the United States?" Qiao Lan glanced at the snowflakes floating outside. "Before you went too anxiously, there was no time to ask."

The noise on the other side of the phone gradually disappeared. It may be that Tan Mo changed places before he continued, "Grandpa is sick."

"It turned out to be like this," Qiao Lan nodded, "No wonder I walked so eagerly. Is my illness better now?"

"Passed the day before yesterday."

Qiao Lan: "...Sorrow."

Tan Mo wanted to say that there was no sorrow, no need to mourn, but he didn't say what he said.

Uncle Chen pushed him out of the hospital. After getting in the car, the surrounding area became quieter. Qiao Lan's voice on the phone was clearer. Uncle Chen could hear the voice on the other end of the phone.

He just heard Tan Mo's cold "dead" and couldn't help coughing. Tan Mo didn't understand the twists and turns here. He was telling the truth, but it was really choking. Qiao Lan was stunned for several seconds. Only then quickly changed the subject.

"You walked in a hurry last time. You didn't even finish the last Chinese exam, but you were the first one in the end."

Tan Mo said "Oh", he was not very interested in the current conversation. He actually wanted to ask Qiao Lan why he was calling him now, but Qiao Lan was talking now, Tan Mo was still talking to Qiao Lan obediently for the time being.

"Are you in second place."

"Yes," Qiao Lan was very happy. "I wanted to tell you when I got results, but I didn't have your contact information. What a pity."

Tan Mo was stunned, then raised his head abruptly, Qiao Lan waited for a long time and didn't hear any response, "What's wrong?"

"I have left the contact information," Tan Mo said lowly, and added, "Let the class teacher tell you."

This time it was Qiao Lan's turn to be stupid.

It has been more than twenty days since I finished the exam. Qiao Lan has never seen the head teacher, and the head teacher has not given her anything.

So Tan Mo asked the head teacher to tell him before he left, but because of what happened, the head teacher forgot or delayed it?

Qiao Lan didn't know what to say for a while.

After a long time, she spoke.

"I did not receive it."

Uncle Chen sitting in front sighed. He felt that there must be something weird here. As expected, it wasn't that Qiao Lan didn't contact but couldn't contact at all.

Qiao Lan also said something behind, saying that when Mr. Tan came to eat, she specifically asked Mr. Tan about Tan Mo's contact information, and then added a happy New Year that was two days late.

When he finally hung up, Uncle Chen looked at Tan Mo, who was staring at the phone in a daze from the rearview mirror, and finally felt that the rock hanging in his heart had fallen.

On New Year's Day that day, Tan Mo suddenly told him that he didn't want to return to China, which shocked Uncle Chen.

But now...Chen Boyan is relieved, and when the funeral of the elderly here is over, they will be able to return to China.

But compared to Tan Mo's simplicity, Uncle Chen thought more and deeper.

I called Tanmo's class teacher before. The head teacher confirmed that he had sent the phone number to Qiao Lan's parents. If Qiao Lan's parents were sure to receive the text message, why didn't they tell Qiao Lan?

Did you deliberately fail to tell or forgot?

The former is malicious, the latter is not concerned.

No matter which kind of attitude it is, it is definitely not the attitude that normal parents should have. I saw Qiao Lan coming out to work before, and I just thought Qiao Lan's family was poor, but now it seems that it is not that simple.

Uncle Chen frowned and thought for a long time, then turned around and asked Tan Mo, who was still staring at the call with his mobile phone in a daze, "Master, has Qiao Lan mentioned what his parents do?"

Tan Mo stared at the ten-minute incoming call on the phone, without raising his head and saying, "I mentioned it."

"What is it for?"

Tan Mo has a good memory, Qiao Lan said that he remembered clearly, "There is a small restaurant at the entrance of the attached middle school."

Open a restaurant in front of the school?

The small restaurant at the entrance of the school is definitely not a difficult household. There are many students in the school and the traffic is large. Even if the profit is not much, it will not be too little.

Qiao Lan still works?

Before, Uncle Chen only felt that Qiao Lan's family was in a special situation, but now he is a little sure, Qiao Lan's parents have some problems.

At the Qiao family's side, Qiao Lan didn't give Qiao Yuan a supplementary lesson from beginning to end, and didn't have time and didn't want to make up.

Fortunately, Qiao Lan spent most of her vacation in a western restaurant. She didn't have to go home to eat in the restaurant. She left home early every night and came back after twelve o'clock in the evening. However, she couldn't fight the Qiao family.

I heard that Qiao’s father and Qiao’s mother gritted his teeth and invited Qiao Yuan to make up a lesson at the home of a school teacher. A class of 100 yuan, more than one course, cost thousands of yuan for a winter vacation.

So sometimes Qiao Lan came back and occasionally ran into Qiao's mother who stayed up all night to watch TV series. Qiao's eyes looked at her like Qiao Lan owed money.

Qiao Lan closed the door of the room and began to wonder whether or not to apply to live on campus this semester. Faced with the people of Qiao's family every day is too disturbing.

But the student who lives on campus closes at 11 o'clock in the evening, she has to work at night, and cannot go back at 12 o'clock after finishing her work. This is another problem.

Can't think of a good way to achieve both ends, so I can only dispel the idea of ​​living on campus in advance, and I will wait to survive the first year of high school, and apply for residence as soon as the second year of high school.

The winter vacation is much shorter than the summer vacation. Before the fifteenth of the first lunar month, school will start again.

Qiao Lan went to the bank the day before school started, deposited all the money she earned during the winter vacation, and checked the balance.

Twenty thousand one hundred and twenty-three.

It was much more than Qiao Lan expected when she was preparing to work.

She was looking for this job at the time, and it was only 1,600 yuan a month. The restaurant would have commission tips and occasional bonuses. Qiao Lan was fully charged and gave herself 2,000 yuan a month.

She doesn't need to support herself for the time being, so there is no expenditure. All the money is saved, and she should be able to earn 20,000 yuan by the end of the first year of high school.

The high school accommodation and tuition fees are less than 3,000 yuan a year, and her monthly meal card will receive 200 yuan in subsidies. From now on, Qiao’s family will not support her. An additional 300 yuan in living expenses every month is absolutely Enough, after all, school meals are cheap.

Calculating this way, if you can earn 20,000 yuan, you can get up and down with peace of mind in your second and third year.

But now, just half a year later, the money in the bank card has reached the expected amount. It stands to reason that Qiao Lan should be a little happy seeing Cary's money, but she really can't be happy.

After thinking about where more than half of Kari's money came from, Qiao Lan felt that she could not sit still.

On this side, most of the commission and tips given to her by Tan Mo came to the western restaurant.

She is a little waiter who earns two thousand yuan a month, but Tan Mo is forced to become a middle-income group with a monthly income of five thousand yuan. Qiao Lan feels hot with this card.

Qiao Lan felt that she had to find an opportunity to talk to Tan Mo about this matter, and not to let him come to the Western restaurant anymore. It was a matter of being a wealthy boy every day.

Putting the card away, I didn't dare to put it at home, I still put it in the small pocket in my schoolbag, and handed it over to the western restaurant, resuming my life of only going to midnight every day, going to school early the next day after going to bed early at night.

Started to go to school.

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The report started at nine o'clock in the morning, but there were not too many students who came on time. Maybe they didn't sleep enough, or maybe they had not finished their homework all night.

After Qiao Lan entered the classroom, there were only a few people in the classroom, and the head teacher was not there. Qiao Lan wanted to ask the head teacher about Tanmo's phone number. She was wondering how she would not be too rude to speak, but the head teacher after the meeting. Saw her first and spoke.

"Tan Mo asked me to bring you a sentence during the final exam last semester. I was too busy to forget it. I sent a text message to your mother afterwards. Did your mother tell you?"

Qiao Lan: "..."

No, Mother Qiao didn't tell her anything.

There is no need to ask anything, she already knows everything.

The head teacher was still talking to himself cheerfully, "Oh, I really didn't expect Tan Mo to make such a big progress. When the school first opened, he didn't say a word and ignored anyone. Now he will take the initiative to contact him. .."

Qiao Lan couldn't hear it. For a moment, she rushed out of the school gate and rushed into the small restaurant to ask why Qiao's mother didn't tell the class teacher the text message, but she stopped.

The reason must be made with normal people. People like Qiao’s mother can’t make sense at all.

Besides, I need to ask why, if I forgot, or because she didn't make up lessons for Qiao Yuan, Qiao's mother deliberately didn't tell her.

After signing up, Qiao Lan went to the mobile phone store in the afternoon.

Qiao Lan never used her mobile phone when she was in high school, anyway, there was no one to contact. The mobile phone was not too important to her, so in this life Qiao Lan did not feel any inconvenience without a mobile phone.

But after this incident, Qiao Lan still felt that she still had to buy a mobile phone.

The uncle who sells mobile phones warmly entertained him, "What brand and model do you want?"

Don’t make a brand, don’t have a specific model. At this stage, Qiao Lan has very low requirements for mobile phones. After thinking about it, she said, "You can call and send text messages."

Uncle: "..."

Those who buy this kind of mobile phones are old ladies and old men, so why don't you join in the fun of a little girl's house?

Just about to say something, Qiao Lan hurriedly said, "It's better to buy a slightly better one."

Previously, I had to wait for the weekly information class to check information. It was too inconvenient. It would be nice to buy a mobile phone to check information. I read a book about Asperger’s disease on the Internet before, and I just bought a mobile phone. .

After buying the mobile phone and applying for the card, Qiao Lan went to the western restaurant.

In the evening, Qiao Lan was busy serving dishes. A girl with her grabbed her and pointed to the doorway. Qiao Lan looked back and found that the teenager who had not seen her for a month appeared in the western restaurant again.

Uncle Chen, who was pushing his wheelchair behind, also looked at her and smiled cheerfully.

The girl next to her smiled and took the dish in her hand, with a meaningful smile on her face, "Go, go."

Qiao Lan: ...

Everyone in the store misunderstood her and Tan Mo's relationship, no matter how Qiao Lan explained that she and Tan Mo were just classmates, no one believed it.

Qiao Lan didn't need to explain to them what is Asperger's disease, so she let them talk later.

Walking over to Chen Bo Tanmo and greeted him, Chen Bo smiled and looked at her, "I haven't seen him for a month, it seems to have turned white."

"Well, it's white for everyone." Qiao Lan smiled and looked down at Tan Mo. "There is no one in your favorite position today. Let's go over."

Tan Mo, who had been staring at Qiao Lan since entering, finally opened his mouth, "Okay."

Haven't seen each other for a month.

If it wasn't for something that couldn't leave, he could come back sooner.

The feeling of seeing Qiao Lan again was better than he had imagined before coming.

Tan Mo couldn't help but want to keep staring at her, he thought so and did so.

Just now Uncle Chen said that Qiao Lan was a little white, but Tan Mo looked at it carefully, but couldn't see it.

But when I thought about it, I thought it should be like this. Qiao Lan was busy all winter vacation, and no one like him gave her all kinds of food every day, and she was suffering from malnutrition.

However, the eyes are as good as ever, just like the obsidian beads he bought specially.

The obsidian bead he saw occasionally, the black transparent bead, when Tan Mo saw Qiao Lan's eyes when he saw it, he bought it back.

Qiao Lan expertly helped the two of them to order food. She looked down and saw Tan Mo sitting obediently. For a moment, the word "cute" popped out of her mind. Suddenly she remembered something. She looked back, but she didn't see the foreman, so she whispered. And Tan Mo said, "I'm going to buy a mobile phone today, and you won't have to look for others when you find me in the future."

Tan Mo raised his head, probably because he would not frown, and said with a straight face, "You are short of money."

"It's not very expensive," Qiao Lan said hurriedly, then looked back and took out the phone to Tan Mo, "You help me enter your number on it."

Tan Mo took the brand-new white mobile phone, gently rubbed the metal edge of the mobile phone, opened the screen saver and opened the address book.

I suddenly pinched the phone with my fingertips.

The above is clean, without a number.

He is the first.

Suddenly a small spark had jumped into his head, and his thoughts were a little unstable when it was hot.

He likes the word one, first, only, together, always, all these words.

Fingertips fall on the screen.

tan...mo.

Seriously enter his name and then the phone number, Tan Mo returned the phone to Qiao Lan, Qiao Lan dialed Tan Mo's number, "This is my number, remember to save it."

Of course it will.

But just a glance past it, it was already in my heart.

Qiao Lan wanted to say something more. The foreman moved here. Qiao Lan could no longer chat with Tan Mo. She quickly put her phone away and ordered the meal, "Wait for me."

After talking about leaving quickly, Tan Mo and Uncle Chen didn't realize what was wrong.

After the foreman left after a while, Qiao Lan jumped back and took out a small box from her pocket and handed it to Tan Mo.

"New Year's gift, it's a bit late, but it's still counted before fifteen. I made it myself, don't be too ugly", I dared not delay any longer and quickly slipped away.

Uncle Chen smiled, "This kid is very up and running", turned his head and said with a little smile in his voice, "Open and see, what is it, tut... safe knot."

Qiao Lan didn't know what to give to Tan Mo. It was unrealistic to buy expensive ones, and it was boring to buy cheap ones. When passing by a boutique, she saw the colorful ropes woven into a safe knot, and she bought a lot of them in her heart.

After editing a lot, I finally compiled a satisfactory one.

For Tan Mo, what he lacks most is health and peace.

When Tan Mo was leaving, Qiao Lan was busy again. Uncle Chen smiled in his eyes and said, "I'll see you again in class tomorrow. Go home now."

Tan Mo glanced at Uncle Chen, then he withdrew his gaze and got into the car.

When he returned home, Tan Mo found the obsidian beads that he had bought from the outside from the cabinet. The round black beads had a very good color under the light. Pick out one from the inside. Tan Mo put the beads and the Christmas festival. They were all given to Aunt Chen.

He wanted to string this bead onto this peace knot.

"Don't take apart the front one." Qiao Lan didn't do the disassembly. "Then put the beads on and make a bracelet."

Aunt Chen stared at the beads and Ping An knot for a long time, and sighed, "I will try."

Aunt Chen wore reading glasses and sat with Tan Mo under the light for nearly two hours, and finally completed this difficult manual transformation. She put the bracelet on Tan Mo’s wrist, her pale complexion against the black beads and Color rope.

Very suitable and very beautiful.

Tan Mo looked left and right, finally pushing the wheelchair back to his room with satisfaction.

The author has something to say: 　　, let's change a chapter first. The second chapter is still working hard. I'm not sure when I can finish it. It must be done before twelve o'clock!

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