Chapter 20: Front table

A somber young man in a wheelchair with an excessively pale face gets out of a pride car and attracts a lot of attention.

Especially after entering the western restaurant, a group of people recognized him at the first moment.

I heard that this is Mr. Tan's son, Qiao Lan, who was in charge of his table yesterday, had more than a thousand dollars in his pocket in one night.

But the teenager, since he came in, seemed to be shielded from everyone, with those gloomy eyes, seeing only Qiao Lan alone.

He specified Qiao Lan's order.

Qiao Lan, against the envious eyes of the rest of the restaurant, walked up to Tan Mo with her ordering book and looked down at Tan Mo's long, white fingers as she ordered from the menu.

Don't order favorites only expensive ones.

Qiao Lan: "......"

I know Tan Mo will never run out of money in his life even if he spends it like this, but he won't spend it like this even if he's rich.

Tan Mo tone of voice unusually calm point a lot, Qiao Lan's pen in the notebook poked for a long time, froze one did not write, sitting on the other side of the unusual Uncle Chen, look at Tan Mo and look at Qiao Lan, all thought did not say anything.

After Tan Mo finished ordering, "That's it", he looked up and saw Qiao Lan staring at him.

Tan Mo stared, then suddenly panicked.

Why are you staring at him?

And what did he do wrong?

Guessing what's going on in other people's minds is the last thing Tan Mo is good at.

He couldn't guess what the other person meant based on their expression or eyes like the others, Tan Mo met Qiao Lan's dark eyes, and his fingers tightened uncontrollably as he gripped the menu.

Qiao Lan stares at Tan Mo in silence for a while, finally looks away and pulls the menu out of Tan Mo's hand.

"That's too much," Qiao Lan says, quickly flipping the menu to page two, "For the main course I recommend this Iced Skate with Caviar, served with Black Truffle Artichoke Soup, and finish with a Spring Seasonal Vegetable, would that be okay?"

Tan Mo didn't eat much of what she ordered yesterday, and these are a few of the dishes that Tan Mo ate relatively well out of the pile she ordered yesterday.

Tan Mo stopped talking again, a muscle in his face pulled strangely, "Not enough."

The dishes added up to less than a thousand dollars.

Definitely enough, Qiao Lan determined seriously, "It's a waste to order too much and eat it all."

This is the logic that Tan Mo can understand, Tan Mo stared at the menu for a long time in silence, then pushed the menu in front of Uncle Chen, "Order."

Uncle Chen : ......???

Flattered.

And his?

Uncle Chen has lived for decades, the human world has long seen through, today Tan Mo unusual sudden to come here to eat has been enough to make him surprised, that after naming this little girl to order, and obstinately want to order more, but also point expensive...

Uncle Chen hasn't yet sorted out the inside story, but he has already figured out how to make Tan Mo happy.

Quickly ordering several pricey ones, he then cheerfully said, "I have a big appetite and eat a lot."

Qiao Lan: "......"

The ordering book in my hand started to burn again.

When all the dishes were served, Uncle Chen couldn't help but look at Tan Mo as he ate his own.

Tan Mo is not a big eater because of her health, and she is a picky eater because she is extra sensitive to the flavor of some ingredients.

But Tan Mo seemed to like all three dishes that this little girl served him just now, because Tan Mo actually ate them all.

Uncle Chen had taken care of Tan Mo for such a long time, and knew that if it was something he didn't like, Tan Mo would definitely not take more than one bite because his body couldn't stand it, but since Tan Mo finished it, it meant that the dishes that this little girl had just taken it upon herself to order for Tan Mo were all very much to Tan Mo's liking.

Hiss...

Uncle Chen held back his question until the two of them finished eating and pushed Tan Mo to leave after settling the bill. Uncle Chen looked at Qiao Lan, who was still busy, and asked Tan Mo, "Don't you want to say a word before you leave?"

Tan Mo raises his eyes, "Say what?"

Uncle Chen: "Goodbye?"

"She's busy."

Uncle Chen: ......

He shouldn't be thinking for Tan Mo with the mind of a normal person who understands the human condition, Tan Mo doesn't understand that, he only understands the simplest logic.

There's no need to say goodbye because it's busy.

Uncle Chen sighed and pushed Tan Mo out of the western restaurant before getting into his car.

The car slowly slid out, Uncle Chen pondered for a long time or hesitantly opened his mouth, "This little girl who ordered food for us just now, young master, do you... know her? Recognize?"

"Recognize," Tan Mo looks out the window at the bright lights.

"Oh," Uncle Chen nodded, "... Is it an occasional acquaintance over dinner?"

"Classmate."

Classmates?

Uncle Chen was slightly surprised.

Tan Mo's classmate? So this little girl is still in school?

If you're studying, why are you working?

The reason here is so simple, both going to school and working part-time for what can only be one reason, this little girl's family situation is not very good.

So Tan Mo comes here, picks expensive orders, and lets him tip her, just to help her out?

But why help? Just being a classmate, there was no need to go to such an extent, Uncle Chen suddenly remembered the candy that had been placed on the table by Tan Mo, and suddenly strung it together.

Tan Mo never acted like a human being, not like a normal human being, he was like a machine, without feelings or mood swings.

Tan Mo may not have felt anything, but Uncle Chen was overwhelmed with excitement.

"Young master..." Uncle Chen spoke deliberatively, guiding Tan Mo's thoughts in a thoughtful manner, "Why do you want to help this student?"

"Because she's short of money."

"What does her lack of money have to do with you, young master."

"I'm not short of money."

Uncle Chen: ......

With perfect logical relationship, there is no fault in reasoning, but when thinking carefully, there are all the loopholes, Uncle Chen didn't give up and continued to guide, "Young master, there are too many people who lack money in the world, just now we passed by the footbridge, there were beggars who lacked money underneath, and just now we dined at the western restaurant, there are also people who lacked money even more than that young lady, but will you give them money because you don't lack money yourself? them money?"

"No," Tan Mo didn't even have to think about it.

"So, why did you solely help that lady only", Uncle Chen glanced at the rearview mirror, the teenager who had been looking out of the window finally turned around, as if he was caught by the question for a moment, and only after a long time did he answer,...

"I don't know them."

Will recognizing you help?

Uncle Chen doesn't think so.

He knew Tan Mo too well, there had been people who had approached Tan Mo with good intentions, but in the end, they all failed because of Tan Mo's indifference, for so many years, Tan Mo had never interacted with people of her age, this little girl was the first person of her age who was able to interact with Tan Mo normally.

Uncle Chen didn't think too far ahead.

Tan Mo It's a great relief for him to have a normal friend who can make a little progress.

But... Although Tan Mo is exceptionally smart, she is blank in the world of human affairs, and it is difficult to distinguish the good from the bad. For this little girl, Uncle Chen still needs to know a little bit about her, and if her character is not upright, it is better not to have such a friend.

Qiao Lan didn't know Uncle Chen had given Tan Mo some simple mental work, she was still very busy, every night after nearly eleven o'clock, when she came back home to do her homework, every day's schedule was full.

Pei Ning is alarmed by the fact that she has to work even harder during the daytime after school because school hours are taken away from her.

He felt that he was serious enough, but compared to Qiao Lan's hard work, he was still far behind.

Pei Ning could see how hard Qiao Lan was working, and so could Chen Yaoyang, who was less than a meter away.

Is it really necessary to go to such lengths to be able to surpass her?

But if you're already in such a fight, why did you go to the homeroom teacher before and take the initiative to say that you won't sit at the same table with him?

It's been almost a week since the seat change, but Chen Yaoyang still hasn't figured it out, and for the last week, Qiao Lan has been able to communicate normally with her new classmates and the students behind her, but not with the one sitting on her left.

Too deliberate, that's not normal.

Is it really a trick? Then Qiao Lan has gone too far.

The morning study hall was a language study hall, which is the study hall of the homeroom teacher, and after a while of going around the classroom, he suddenly announced a decision.

Or about changing seats.

The main problem is Chen Yaoyang.

Chen Yaoyang is too tall, so tall people sitting in the first row, blocking the back of the students in class can not see the blackboard, but it is not good to Chen Yaoyang a transfer to the back of the classroom, so the teacher came up with a method.

"Starting next week, we're going to start rotating every group and every platoon, moving groups and groups to the right and platoons and rows to the front."

That means that the first group, the next week, switched to the second group, and the second group to the third group; and for the seats, the second row switched to the first row, and the first row moved to the last row, every week.

Students love novelty and naturally applaud this change.

Qiao Lan is also quite happy.

Because next week she goes to the first group while Chen Yaoyang continues to stay in the fourth group, finally she can be far away from Chen Yaoyang.

Moreover, Qiao Lan remembers in hindsight that all the students' positions change, but Tan Mo always seems to sit in the last row of the first group, so that means she can sit in front of Tan Mo when the seats are changed next week?

Qiao Lan's eyes brightened and he looked back, Tan Mo hadn't come yet.

When she thought of Tan Mo, Qiao Lan was again puzzled.

Since Tan Mo came to the western restaurant once, he brought the old man every night after that, and in just a few days, Qiao Lan's commission plus tips was higher than a month's salary.

Even if Qiao Lan was a fool, he understood Tan Mo's intentions.

Because he knew she was short of money and she wouldn't take his money, Tan Mo sent her money in this way.

If it were anyone else, Qiao Lan would have thought he was after her.

But you can't think that way if the person is Tan Mo. Tan Mo is like a simple but stubborn little child, and he's just helping her.

Qiao Lan suddenly felt a little heartbroken.

She hadn't really done anything but simply say good morning to Tan Mo and give him a candy, but Tan Mo had given her so much more in return than she had ever done.

Because there is never light in his life, he cherishes any person who is slightly kind to him.

But this is the same Tan Mo who never pays any attention to her when she's at school and talks to her and tells her not to talk to him.

Why?

She'd stood by Tan Mo in the cafeteria and cut his steak for him, but at school, just cleaning up after him, Tan Mo had looked like an enemy.

Qiao Lan had wanted to find a chance to talk to Tan Mo, after all, eating at a western restaurant every day is not a small expense, and Tan Mo's health condition should not be suitable for eating these things every day.

But when Qiao Lan is busy at the Western Restaurant and tries to talk to Tan Mo during school hours, Tan Mo tells her to stay away from him.

Tan Mo is too fragile, both mentally and physically, if it's something he is very resistant to, Qiao Lan wouldn't dare to insist on it forcefully, looking back at Tan Mo, who is still sitting silently in the last row, Qiao Lan helplessly plopped down on the table.

Plopping down doesn't feel right.

That night, Qiao Lan asked her boss's wife to take a leave of absence because she didn't feel well, and returned home instead of going to work.

It was only when she got home and slept through the night cuddled up in a hot water bag and got a little more comfortable that it occurred to her in a daze that she didn't seem to have told Tan Mo that she wasn't going to work today.

But she doesn't have Tan Mo's contact information.

I can only hope that Tan Mo doesn't go to a Western restaurant today.

But Tan Mo went anyway.

I entered the restaurant as usual, but there was no sign of Qiao Lan.

Tan Mo has been coming here every day lately, everyone in the restaurant knows him, and he only needs Qiao Lan's order every time, and he orders quite a lot of food, so all the waiters in the restaurant are envious of Qiao Lan, especially Meng Xue.

But Qiao Lan didn't come today.

Meng Xue suddenly had an idea.

Although the day he bumped into this teenager made him unhappy, but it has been so many days, maybe he has long forgotten, and Meng Xue can't figure out, Qiao Lan is not good-looking at all, how can it cause this teenager to come here happily.

The other girl next to her whispered, "He's here for Qiao Lan again, isn't he?"

"Definitely," someone said, "eating is fake, watching Qiao Lan every day is real."

"Well, should we tell him Qiao Lan didn't show up today?"

"If Qiao Lan didn't come, others can't order?" Meng Xue was tired of hearing this. Meng Xue was tired of listening, he did not believe that she smiled and went over to this teenager can still be so not give her face.

Looking at the confident Meng Xue, the girl next to her tried to pull her back, but was stopped by another person who rolled her eyes at Meng Xue's back.

She could remember the day she just wanted to help this teenager push the wheelchair, and the way that teenager backed away from her almost made her get off her feet.

Meng Xue walked over with a smile on his face, but when he was still two meters away from the teenager, the teenager suddenly raised his head.

Samson's icy gaze was like a nail pinning Meng Xue straight to the ground.

Obviously a teenager, but Meng Xue was too scared to move in response to such eyes, barely pulling out a smile on his face, "Qiao Lan is on vacation today, I'll be responsible for ordering food for you..."

"No need."

Tan Mo turns his wheelchair to leave.

Meng Xue rushed forward, "It's just dinner, I can..."

"Fuck off!"

Teenager's body steeply tense, Mori open mouth, just parked the car just rushed to Uncle Chen heard the movement under a big jump, such as asking the cause of the face of Meng Xue a glance of displeasure, pushed Tan Mo away from the Western-style restaurant.

Meng Xue face turned from white to red, burning hot, behind a few watching the waiter almost did not hold back laughter.

"I told you that people come here for Qiao Lan, so you have to rush up and look for scolding."

"Ugh I'm envious, I would never be able to carry anyone after me like that for three days."

Meng Xue turned back with an extremely ugly face, "What's there to envy, a disability, or maybe it's a psychosis, is to give me I can't even look at it", said turned around and walked away.

Several people looked at each other.

It's a little hard to call it a psycho, but there's definitely something not quite right about this teenager.

But Meng Xue's behavior of rushing to be close to others and then turning the other cheek and bad-mouthing them is still unappealing.

A few more people made small talk for a while before dispersing.

When Tan Mo left the restaurant, he remained silent. Uncle Chen thought, "Should I call the teacher and ask?"

"No."

Uncle Chen was helpless, "Maybe there's something going on at home, when we go to school next week, you ask her exactly why she didn't come today."

It's Friday, so after the weekend, just ask Qiao Lan why she didn't show up next Monday.

But Uncle Chen didn't know that Tan Mo didn't talk to Qiao Lan at school.

Tan Mo pursed her lips and lowered her eyelashes.

During the last week, Tan Mo occasionally overheard some of her classmates talking about Qiao Lan and mentioned him in passing.

They say that Qiao Lan was alienated from the girls in her class because she spoke up for him.

And later on, some of her classmates laughed at her because Qiao Lan took the initiative to greet him.

"Qiao Lan is sick, saying hello to Tan Mo every day."

He is sick, and those who talk to him and relate to him are called sick.

He's not normal, so Qiao Lan talking to him is just as abnormal.

So Tan Mo did not respond to Qiao Lan at school, not in places where people knew Qiao Lan.

What's more, he thinks it's good enough now that he can talk in the Western Restaurant, and occasionally, Qiao Lan comes to class during gym class.

What Tan Mo never imagined was that suddenly the distance between Qiao Lan and him would shrink to just a table and a chair.

As soon as the weekend passed and Monday came, the excited students moved their desks and started to change their seats, and Qiao Lan changed to the penultimate row of the first group.

Tan Mo entered the classroom as usual, and as soon as he raised his eyes, he saw Qiao Lan sitting directly in front of him.