Chapter 11: Flavor

Qiao's mother was so angry and frustrated outside that she wanted to step out of the kitchen door, but when she heard Mrs. Qiao praising Qiao Lu, she withdrew her foot.

After Aunt Qiao's family had left, Qiao's mother came out to clear the table, and when she saw Qiao Lan, who was silent, Qiao's mother immediately became furious.

When she thought about it, she and Mrs. Qiao argued like this because Qiao Lan took an extra bite of rice, and if Qiao Lan's grades weren't so bad, she wouldn't have been so despised by Mrs. Qiao and wouldn't have been able to hold her head up so high in front of Aunt Qiao.

Qiao Lan was in the bottom ten of her class when she was in the same grade at the same school as Qiao Lu. She remembered that both Mrs. Qiao and Qiao's father had asked Qiao Lan not to go to school and to help out at the store, and she had even stopped them from doing so.

How to think about it now and regret it.

After cursing under his breath for a long time, he ran into Qiao Lan's room, where Qiao Lan was reading a book on the table.

"Only now know to read the book, early why it, now pretending to whom to see it, you earlier to see I do not believe that learning can not Qiao Lu ..."

Before he finished, Old Lady Qiao wandered out from the side, "Women don't study, and can't read, people Qiao Lu reads well, that's because people have a mom who can teach."

Qiao's mother was so confused that she almost fainted.

Mrs. Joe hadn't said anything like that so bluntly.

Old Mrs. Qiao had never been able to look at her for another reason besides the fact that she had never been able to afford a son before.

Qiao's mother is a working girl from the countryside, uneducated and with no money, she meets Qiao's father, who is also poor and uneducated, and the two of them end up getting married, but Mrs. Qiao has never been able to see Qiao's mother.

But Aunt Jo is different.

Qiao's family is the only one to go to university, and Qiao's parents are city people, the family conditions are superior, Qiao's job is also better than Qiao's mother good-looking people, people are teachers.

In Mrs. Qiao's words, Aunt Qiao's family were cadres.

Old lady Qiao found Qiao's mother's sore spot, the more she said, the more proud she was, saying that Qiao's mother was not the same as Aunt Qiao's mother, with a different brain, a different level of education, and of course, a different child, so Qiao Lan, even if her brain was broken, she couldn't learn from Qiao Lu, so don't scold your daughter, who was born with a different destiny.

That night, Qiao's mother argued with Qiao's father and Qiao's mother, and Qiao's mother then argued with Qiao's father and Qiao's mother, and Qiao's mother won a great victory in the argument and successfully separated the relationship between her son and daughter-in-law, and went to bed in a good mood.

I didn't notice that my grandson Qiao Yuan, who is usually very active, was a bit too quiet today.

Qiao Lan stuffed two balls of paper in her ears but couldn't block the sound of the quarrel outside, fell asleep in a daze amidst the noise of the quarrel, got up the next day and went to school without wanting to stay in the house for a second longer.

It's still the same as usual, taking my books outside to memorize them, but in a different place where I won't bump into the likes of Chen Yaoyang anymore.

The midterm exams will start next Monday, Qiao Lan has memorized a lot of politics and history again, as for geography, the first year of high school geography is natural geography, not much memorization, more understanding, she used to be very good at the comprehensive study, the three do not have to worry about it at all.

The main worry is still physics, chemistry can be memorized, but physics is not, Qiao Lan recently every day 50% to 60% of the time on the physics, now most of the questions will do, but some of the more difficult or not.

She remembers that Chen Yaoyang's best subjects were the sciences, with almost perfect scores in math, chemistry, and physics, so she had to work harder.

After studying in the morning, Qiao Lan carried a cup of water to the water room to get some water.

Her lips were so dry but she couldn't afford to buy lip balm, so the best thing she could do was to drink and drink and drink and drink, and there was no harm in drinking more water anyway, and carrying her canteen out of the water closet, she saw the wheelchair rolling in front of her from a distance.

Qiao Lan immediately accelerated his pace and caught up with Tan Mo in a few steps.

"Good morning," Qiao Lan greeted Tan Mo with a smile.

Tan Mo's hand on the wheelchair gave a start and turned his head to look at Qiao Lan, his slightly lighter colored eyes fixed on Qiao Lan.

Just when Qiao Lan thought that Tan Mo was silent as usual, Tan Mo's cold but clear voice fell on Qiao Lan's ears.

"Good morning."

Qiao Lan was so shocked that she almost dropped the glass of water she was holding.

Qiao Lan froze in place for a moment before catching up and walking next to Tan Mo.

That's a good start.

Qiao Lan walks briskly beside Tan Mo with light steps, "Tan Mo have you had breakfast?"

Tan Mo just gave Qiao Lan a response, but after hearing Qiao Lan's first sentence, he didn't want to answer.

It was already eight o'clock, and of course he'd already eaten, a question that Tan Mo found redundant.

Qiao Lan doesn't know that for people with Asperger's, they don't understand jokes, they don't understand scenes, everything that has nothing to do with the business of the day is confusing to them, and they don't understand that people are going to say all this crap that isn't even remotely nutritious.

But Tan Mo also doesn't understand that for thousands of years have you eaten this is the most common way of greeting the Chinese.

Tan Mo was silent, Qiao Lan thought Tan Mo didn't hear and asked again, Tan Mo's eyes colored with a few points of indescribable incomprehension and impatience, but finally pursed his lips, "Eat."

"Midterms are next Monday, are you you going to take them this time?"

"No go."

"Why," Qiao Lan asks, "Tan Mo definitely knows all these lessons.

As written in the book, Tan Mo's IQ is far beyond normal, his memory is even more terrifying, and he started reading at a young age. He is not at all the fool his classmates say he is, he is a genius. Except for the fact that his mother took him to the United States for treatment when he was a child and his language skills were not very good, the rest of the subjects in high school were too easy for Tan Mo.

Tan Mo is not answering again.

Because of the exchange with Qiao Lan, Tan Mo, who was already attracting attention, attracted even more attention today. Some people pointed out that someone was actually talking to Tan Mo, and some people asked in a low voice who that girl was, and the person next to them shook his head, "I don't know."

A girl from the same class passed by and laughed when she saw Qiao Lan and Tan Mo talking.

"Qiao Lan has been really sick lately, talking to Tan Mo every day, her brain is broken, right?"

Tan Mo heard it all.

Tan Mo's grip on the wheelchair tightened again, his fingers trembling lightly as he tried to put a little distance between the wheelchair and Qiao Lan.

But I heard Qiao Lan's still smooth voice, "Tan Mo, what book did you read yesterday?"

Didn't she hear those two girls talking so loud just now?

It must have been heard, and if it was heard why did she talk to him, because when she talked to him, they said she was sick, so why did she keep such a normal tone of voice?

Tan Mo couldn't help but want to question her, but for some reason he didn't ask in the end, he lowered his head to hide the emotions in his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Wuthering Heights."

"Ah I've read it too, but I read it in translation, the original English is still a bit hard to read, by the way Tan Mo, have you eaten the candy I gave you yesterday?"

Tan Mo was about to say something, a black shadow rushed straight over, and a tall boy, estimated to be one meter nine, blocked in front of Qiao Lan and shouted Qiao Lan's name in a rough voice.

Qin Yang waited all day for Qiao Lan's candy.

A bunch of them were betting on how Qiao Lan would apologize to him, and he waited, and waited, and waited, and waited, and waited, and waited, and waited, and waited, and waited, and waited, and waited, and waited for nothing.

Qin Yang can't stand it anymore, just now a bunch of people are talking about it again, Qin Yang can't stand it anymore, she came to question Qiao Lan directly.

"Where's the sugar?"

Qiao Lan really felt puzzled, her good temper towards Tan Mo was gone for a moment, annoyance racked her face, "What candy."

"What are you pretending to be confused about, you bought me candy."

Tan Mo, who was sitting in his wheelchair, heard this and his hand suddenly lurched and reached out to press his hand where the pocket of his school uniform had been.

There was a candy in the pocket of the school uniform.

Qiao Lan gave it to him yesterday.

Suddenly it felt a little funny.

Turns out Qiao Lan didn't just give him candy.

Tan Mo rolled his wheelchair to his seat in silence.

But then I heard behind me, gradually already somewhat familiar voice, "I have a disease ah to buy you candy, Qin Yang, hypochondria is a disease, to be cured."

Even Tan Mo, who couldn't be more stunted by emotion, could hear the mockery in that statement.

Tan Mo's face still wouldn't show any expression, but once again he touched the candy in his pocket.

He never ate sugar, but at this moment, was really wanting to taste it.