Chapter 29: Drop Feed (with major plot changes)

Tan Mo says if you don't like it, throw it away.

It might have been a threat to the casual observer, but it wasn't to him at all, and that's exactly what he thought.

I brought it to you specially. Since you don't like it, throw it away.

Qiao Lan looked at the motionless teenager in front of her and was suddenly a little powerless.

It's not that she doesn't like it, she just can't accept it.

It is because she understands Tan Mo's kindness that she refuses, but for Tan Mo, she doesn't understand Qiao Lan's intention behind her refusal, which is to say that she doesn't like it, that it's an alienation, and that it's proof of a bad relationship.

Qiao Lan glanced at the teenager's obstinate side face, sighed silently, and opened the box.

The ingredients of the congee were mixed by a nutritionist, and the good taste was made by Auntie Chen, who had been taking care of Tan Mo. Although almost everyone in the class is eating breakfast during morning study hall, the smell of the congee when the box is opened still causes the students sitting behind Qiao Lan Tan Mo to look over curiously.

When Tan Mo saw Qiao Lan finally open the box, his cold and gloomy face finally gradually regained its calmness and reappeared to turn around.

"Is it good", Tan Mo asked Qiao Lan.

Qiao Lan took another bite and replied sincerely, "It's especially good."

Tan Mo was in such a good mood that the anger she had just felt was forgotten in an instant.

Qiao Lan washed the small lunch box after eating it and put it back in the classroom. After thanking Tan Mo, she thought about it and said, "I eat breakfast every morning, so there's really no need to bring me breakfast."

Tan Mo stared at the little pendant that moved around her neck, like an obedient "hmmm".

Qiao Lan was so relieved that the next day, Tan Mo, who had clearly promised him yesterday, did not bring breakfast, but fresh fruits in a glass box with a carton of still-warm milk.

Qiao Lan: ......

On the third day it was another breakfast all over again, this time instead of seafood porridge, it was replaced by lean porridge with another carton of milk.

"I really did eat breakfast already," Qiao Lan said seriously, adding, "And a lot of it."

Tan Mo thought for a moment, "Then tomorrow morning, eat less."

All he brought was high-protein stuff, much better than Qiao Lan's own food.

Eat less breakfast, can eat a little more he brought a nutritious meal, Qiao Lan himself to eat those things without a little nutrition, Uncle Chen said Qiao Lan bottom is very good, is a serious malnutrition.

Qiao Lan, who can't be persuaded in any way, really can't think of a way out.

If you don't succeed in rejecting it once, then you can't succeed in rejecting it later.

Qiao Lan somehow began to be fed on a daily basis, and Tan Mo even found pleasure in the daily feeding, which later intensified.

For example, one day in addition to the nutritious meal, there will be a few more lemon slices in one's cup, two more beautiful oranges in the hole of the table, a neatly arranged box of small tomatoes or peeled walnuts, and even nutritious products that are all in English that one doesn't recognize.

Tan Mo is happy to do so.

As each day passes, he slowly discovers Qiao Lan's food preferences, what she likes to eat and what she dislikes relatively, which is all very interesting to him.

However, there are some things that Qiao Lan is still determined not to accept, such as the nutritional supplements that he has had bought from abroad, which Qiao Lan refuses to accept, but Uncle Chen gives him an idea.

Qiao Lan went downstairs to fetch a jug of water and returned, and on the table, in addition to the thunderous breakfast, there was an extra bottle of nutrient liquid with a small straw already inserted.

Qiao Lan: ......

Qiao Lan didn't want the whole box, so Uncle Chen asked him to put a straw in one box every day and then give it to him. Although Tan Mo didn't quite understand the difference, Uncle Chen's method proved to be very effective.

As time went by, not only the two students sitting behind Qiao Lan, but also Pei Ning and Qin Yang, who sat a little farther away but often looked towards Qiao Lan, inevitably noticed something.

"Tan Mo used to ignore Qiao Lan, but now he seems to be nice to her?"

"It's not quite as good as this, it's good for nothing, isn't it?"

Tan Mo occasionally hears people talking, hears from others that they feel even better when they say they are good to Qiao Lan than when they themselves are good to her.

Qiao Lan's initial determination to resist gradually becomes numbness.

The temperature outside has long fallen to several degrees below zero, go out to beat the hot water cold people shivering, morning self-study down, Qiao Lan carrying a kettle to beat the water back to the classroom, I don't know whether it's her today to beat the water faster or Tan Mo came earlier, Tan Mo just came in, the schoolbag have not yet put down.

When Qiao Lan returned to her seat, she saw Tan Mo take out a familiar bottle, his pale fingers holding a small straw. It was so cold outside that he never wore gloves, and although he didn't feel the cold, his fingers had long since frozen.

Qiao Lan put down the kettle and said, "I'll do it," and reached out to take the small bottle from Tan Mo's hand, but accidentally touched Tan Mo's finger.

Qiao Lan's hands weren't too hot when she went out, but she could still feel Tan Mo's ice-like fingers when she accidentally touched them.

Qiao Lan's hand movements lurched, his eyes fell on Tan Mo's stiff fingers, and after a moment of silence he pulled the scarf off his neck, grabbing Tan Mo's arm when he didn't react and wrapping those hands in the scarf, "Why don't you wear gloves? It's freezing like an ice cube."

Tan Mo didn't react from the moment Qiao Lan grabbed his arm until he was let go again.

White furry soft scarf, stained with the body temperature of the girl's neck, still warm, Tan Mo nothing sensible hands, in the scarf little by little finally slowly awakened, become less stiff.

He moved his fingers in a daze, and only after a long time did he suddenly react in hindsight to where this temperature on his hand came from, and suddenly looked up to Qiao Lan's neck, and his slowly relaxing body abruptly stiffened up again.

Even the tips of his ears, for some reason, burned uncontrollably and suddenly, just as they once had in the hospital after the doctor had given them a gentle prick.

"It's not cold anymore, is it", the girl asked him smilingly, Tan Mo nodded mechanically.

"It's not cold."

In fact, he didn't feel cold at all.

"Even though it's true that you're not very sensitive to temperature, you should still wear thicker clothes..."

Qiao Lan is still talking, Tan Mo can't help but look towards the girl, the scarf has been returned to Qiao Lan, but her hands seem to be warm.

When class started, even the math teacher standing at the podium noticed.

The blackboard is here, not on Qiao Lan's face! Even if Tan Mo doesn't have to look at the blackboard every day in class, it's a nuisance to others, isn't it?

A roll call focused all the students' attention on Tan Mo, whose eyes narrowed back and instantly turned back into that expressionless, cold teenager.

The teenager, who was in a wheelchair and didn't have to stand up like the other students when they were called upon, looked at the math teacher with a cold gaze, half feeling that he had done something wrong, and even feeling that the math teacher was a bit annoying and disturbing.

The math teacher didn't have the heart to nod at the board, "This problem, how do you solve it."

A whole bunch of students in the class were all confused and couldn't figure out why Tan Mo was suddenly called and told to answer the question, but it was a really hard question, one that the math teacher had written on the board to prepare for a special lecture.

Tan Mo coldly picks up his pen and scribbles in his notebook before speaking after half a minute.

He spoke quickly but clearly. Qiao Lan had just read the question and thought it would take a lot of steps to finish, but Tan Mo said the answer in a few sentences, interspersed with formulas that were not part of high school knowledge.

The math teacher stands at the podium, frowning as he listens and then joins in the discussion with Tan Mo.

Qiao Lan was able to keep up at least until her sophomore year, but the rest of the class really couldn't. The whole class looked at Tan Mo and the math teacher in disbelief, sighing that we mortals couldn't understand the conversation between the immortals.

Before, everyone was just shocked by Tan Mo's amazing exam results, this is the first time Tan Mo showed his unusual side in front of everyone, after Tan Mo finished his answer, many students' eyes became a little bit psychedelic when they looked at Tan Mo.

Qiao Lan looked at Tan Mo like this and inexplicably felt that some of her own face was glowing.

Tan Mo turned his head and saw Qiao Lan also looking at him, and suddenly looked away as if he had thought of something.

And so it came to the final exam of the semester, which was finally given by the teachers of this school themselves, and it would not be as difficult and perverted as the last time, which made the students breathe a sigh of relief.

In the days leading up to it, there was a lot of talk in the class, and even in other classes, about how many perfect scores Tan Mo could get this time, and how many points Tan Mo could pull away from second place.

In addition, there are also discussions on who will do better this time, Qiao Lan or Chen Yaoyang.

Qiao Lan is aware of everyone's speculations, but compared to the last monthly exam, Qiao Lan is quite confident this time.

And nothing else, because Tan Mo taught her physics hand-in-hand for a month.

Before Qiao Lan wore the book, she didn't like math very much in her first year of high school, and her math scores were only average. After she changed her math teacher in her second year of high school, she not only gave good lectures, but also was very funny, and that's when she started to like learning math.

A good teacher can completely change a student.

Qiao Lan began to like math at that time, and because she liked it, she spent more time on math, and gradually discovered the fun of it, and then her math scores were always very good.

It used to be math, so now it's roughly physics.

In physics, Qiao Lan had been studying to death and brushing up on problems, but after Tan Mo taught her for 20 days or so, Qiao Lan gradually got the hang of it.

Qiao Lan couldn't help but marvel at the fact that she wasn't completely untalented in physics, but rather that she hadn't found a way in.

Before the exam is the most worried about the physics, now close to the exam, Qiao Lan is vaguely expectant, want to see how the recent results in the end.

The exams in the high school are staggered, the first year of high school is the first to take the test, then the second year, and finally the third year, I heard that the senior high school will have to make up for a period of time after the test, until the twenty-eighth day of the Lunar New Year.

On the day of the senior high school exams, it was snowing again, there was no need to run morning exercises, and all the students came to school at different times. Qiao Lan met Uncle Chen and Tan Mo at the entrance of the school. Seeing the thin clothes Tan Mo was still wearing, and looking at his ungloved hands, Qiao Lan ran over to greet Uncle Chen, and said to Tan Mo, "I'll push you in. "I'll push you in."

It's already cold, and now it's snowing. Tan Mo pushes his wheelchair by himself, and his fingers are so cold.

Last time Qiao Lan told Tan Mo to wear gloves, but Tan Mo never did.

Tan Mo looked at Qiao Lan and didn't refuse, Uncle Chen smiled and watched Qiao Lan and Tan Mo go away, then turned back to his cell phone and answered it in a hurry.

Qiao Lan pushed Tan Mo in the direction of the school building, passing students inevitably look at it, Qiao Lan thought that after the exams will be the winter vacation, so asked Tan Mo what he was going to do during the winter vacation, Tan Mo thought for a long time, "read books at home."

Going out in the winter is always too much of a hassle, and Tan Mo himself doesn't like to go out - he really enjoys sitting in his room reading all day, a life that seems boring to the untrained eye, but for him it's a lot more fun.

He recently found another great book, a set of general histories of world history, in plain English.

It's a great set of books, and although there are some points that Tan Mo doesn't agree with, it doesn't take away from the excitement of the book, and Tan Mo suddenly wants to show it to Qiao Lan, who he thinks will like it too, and they'll have more in common that way.

The only thing is that this set is purely in English, so when you get home, you can search for the translation and bring it to Qiao Lan when you go to a Western restaurant for dinner after the exam.

As a result, before Tan Mo could buy the book for the translation, and before the last part of the exam was finished, Uncle Chen found the school and took him out of the exam room, telling him that his grandfather's health was not very good, so he had to fly to the United States right away.

Tan Mo followed his mother to the U.S. because the medical technology there was better, and because his grandparents were also in the U.S., and his mother was so close to them that she would take him to spend a day with them almost every weekend.

The two old men feel for their daughter, who is divorced at a young age, but they treat Tan Mo in general because of her father's betrayal of the marriage and because Tan Mo has dragged her daughter down for so many years.

So to Tan Mo, Grandma and Grandpa are not as close as Uncle Chen.

But despite this, Tan Mo did not refuse.

To him, the two old men were not the closest people to him, but they were to his departed mother, who when she was still alive always told him to honor his grandparents when he grew up.

Tan Mo didn't even finish the last language exam before Uncle Chen hurriedly took her to the airport. Tan Mo looked at the snowy landscape speedily skimming outside the car window and always felt that she had forgotten something.

The exams aren't done, Tan Mo doesn't care at all, so what the hell.

It was only when he arrived at the airport that Tan Mo suddenly remembered that he hadn't had a chance to tell Qiao Lan that he had even thought of giving her his favorite book for the winter holidays yesterday.

Now he has to go far away, but he didn't even leave his contact information with Qiao Lan.

Uncle Chen saw Tan Mo's anxiety in his eyes and asked him what was wrong. Tan Mo was silent for a long time before he spoke, "She doesn't know I'm leaving."

Uncle Chen didn't think of this at the moment, on the one hand, he sighed that Qiao Lan was more important to Tan Mo than he thought, on the other hand, he came up with a solution.

"I'll text your homeroom teacher to tell Qiao Lan your phone number so she can call you when it's winter break, okay."

"She doesn't have a cell phone," Tan Mo said.

"She doesn't have a cell phone, but her family always has one", Uncle Chen doesn't think it's that difficult, even if Qiao Lan's family is in a difficult situation, it's impossible that her parents don't even have a cell phone, as long as they have a cell phone, they can always make a phone call or send a text message.

Tan Mo is silent for a moment and finally agrees.

By the time Tan Mo's plane had taken off, Qiao Lan had just finished her last language exam. As usual, she found Tan Mo's exam room, only to discover that Tan Mo was not in the classroom.

Qiao Lan is now a celebrity and comes to Tan Mo's classroom after every exam. The students sitting behind Tan Mo know who Qiao Lan is looking for as soon as she enters the classroom.

"Tan Mo was halfway through the exam when someone came looking for him, and then he left, in quite a hurry," explains classmate and Qiao Lan.

Qiao Lan froze, thanked her classmates and walked out of the classroom.

It was someone who came to pick him up, so it wasn't Tan Mo's sudden physical problem, which made Qiao Lan put his heart at ease.

Leaving without even finishing the exam should be some kind of family emergency.

Qiao Lan, even if she wanted to inquire, was now at a bit of a loss; she didn't have a cell phone herself, and even if she did, she didn't have Tan Mo's contact information.

After standing in the snow for a while, Qiao Lan picked up her backpack and left the school. The exams were over, but the daily part-time job still continued, except that the teenager who came every day was missing at night.

Final exams after a day of vacation, the teachers madly graded papers, students began to enjoy the winter vacation in advance, waiting for a day off to school, do not have to run morning exercise or morning study, eight ten can get to school to listen to teachers on the paper.

When Qiao Lan came to class, Tan Mo still hadn't shown up. Inevitably, some people in the class were curious, and after inquiring around, they found out that Tan Mo had left without finishing his last exam.

The students' focus was not on why Tan Mo didn't show up and what was the reason for his sudden departure, but on the fact that Tan Mo was only halfway through the language test, and that score could not be kept up.

So the previous bet on how many points the first can pull second this time is gone, and it's back to who the first will actually be this time.

We all thought that even if Tan Mo was good, he wouldn't be able to stay in first place with half of his grades missing, Qiao Lan and Chen Yaoyang were no slouches, and this time the paper wasn't as hard as last time, so he couldn't pull in as many points as he did last time.

The school's posting bar even initiated a poll, and all ten of the top ten from the last exam were on it. As a result, Chen Yaoyang ranked first with a small lead of 33%, Qiao Lan ranked second with 31%, Tan Mo was squeezed into the third place, and the latter accounted for a little bit.

Many students think that Qiao Lan crushed Chen Yaoyang in the midterm exam because Chen Yaoyang didn't study much, and after studying a little bit, he tied with Qiao Lan. I heard that Chen Yaoyang hasn't been sloppy in his studies lately, so this time he should surpass Qiao Lan and get back to the first place.

Of course, if Tan Mo takes the whole test, it should be back in second.

The students of other classes were curious, and the students of class thirteen were even more looking forward to it, and everyone was not listening to the classes until the final report card came out, and each one of them came to life as if they had been given a chicken blood shot.

Yelling, he rushed up to the podium to open the campus network and went straight to the age rankings.

Even Chen Yaoyang was mildly looking forward to it; after all, he'd recently been kind of working the hardest he'd ever worked in a while.

But when they saw the name at the top, in an instant everyone was dumbfounded as if they had been knocked on the head again.

Read it once, thought it was wrong, read it again, okay, right.

That name at the top is actually still Tan Mo.

!!!

????

Didn't you say that only half of the language test was taken?

Looking more closely at the grades, it's true that you only got half of the test.

Because the language score is only 62 points, but even if the language is only 62 points, actually still with a total score of 1086 points, firmly occupied the first place.

Looking at this perverted score, everyone went silent.

A good half a day later everyone finally realized the truth, genius, even if a little mistake, or to be a big cut above the norm, just look at a clear color full marks, sniffing tears.

Stimulated.

Next to Tan Mo, and right behind him in second place, is not everyone's favorite Chen Yaoyang, but Qiao Lan.

This time it's not a tie, Qiao Lan is 17 points higher than Chen Yaoyang's total score, relentlessly driving Chen Yaoyang back to the third position. If there are people who care about it, they will probably find that Qiao Lan, who has always been lagging behind Chen Yaoyang in Physics, is one point lower in Physics than Chen Yaoyang this time.

Many people think that Qiao Lan can do so well because of hard work, and Chen Yaoyang can do well because he is smart, but now it has been three times in a row that Chen Yaoyang failed to beat Qiao Lan, and finally some students realize that Qiao Lan is actually very smart too.

Many people thought that if Qiao Lan could be at the top of the class, then they could be too, but after a semester, Qiao Lan was still at the top, but they were still the same.

It's not fun to fool yourself.

The other classes on the thirteenth class once again dominated the top three of the grade this matter, has changed from the beginning of the marvel into a numbness, may be one day suddenly found that the top three changed the other class will feel surprised.

The thirteenth class once again took the highest score in the grade, the class teacher happily sent the students away, until finally finally finishing the work in hand, lying on the sofa at home, which suddenly remembered something.

Teng rolled up from the couch to find his cell phone and open his text messages, scrolled down several pages and finally found the text message Uncle Chen had sent him so many days ago.

The homeroom teacher did not know the identity of this Uncle Chen, but every time he contacted Tan Mo, he went to this old man.

Many days ago, that is, the day after the examination, this Uncle Chen called him and said that Tan Mo had to leave the country for something, and finally asked him to help him pass a phone number to Qiao Lan.

When he hung up, the homeroom teacher received a string of phone numbers.

The homeroom teacher didn't know why, but agreed, and at the time thought that the two kids seemed to be really close.

He gave Uncle Chen a "yes" in return, but when he finished his reply, he was busy with other work and left the matter behind in the blink of an eye.

And then every day, correcting papers, lecturing papers and other work summaries, busy, busy, and finally finished, only to remember that this number I forgot not to tell Qiao Lan.

Now if you want to find Qiao Lan again, you can't find Qiao Lan, it's been a few days since the winter vacation.

But in the end, Uncle Chen agreed. The class teacher pondered and found Qiao Lan's parent's phone number, sent a text message to Qiao Lan's parent, informing Qiao Lan's parent of his identity, and then asked the parent to pass it on to Qiao Lan.

Qiao's mother, who received the text message, stared at the phone for a long time.

This person, who claimed to be Qiao Lan's homeroom teacher, specifically texted her and sent her a list of phone numbers saying that they belonged to a student named so-and-so and that she should pass them on to Qiao Lan.

Qiao's mother stared at this name that she didn't even recognize, and when she thought of Qiao Lan, she was furious. Qiao Lan still did well in the exams this time, and now that she's out of school for winter break, she has time, but she just doesn't give Qiao Yuan lectures, and she still doesn't know how to go home every day.

Qiao Lan doesn't care about Qiao Yuan, and she doesn't care about Qiao Lan. The text messages sent to her by her homeroom teacher are lost on her.

At first, I didn't want to talk about it, and then, gradually, I forgot about it.

Qiao Lan does not know what has happened, the winter of the year seems to be exceptionally cold, but unfortunately Qiao Lan does not have the time to feel it, close to the New Year, everyone one by one began to vacation, but Qiao Lan is busier and busier.

There is no respite for those who have no retreat and no backing.

Westerners don't celebrate New Year's Eve, but Western restaurants are still open on New Year's Eve, and even get busier as the year goes on. On the 27th day of the Lunar New Year, New Year's Eve and even the third day of the Lunar New Year are already booked up in advance. Some people in the restaurant can continue to work on New Year's Day, while others go home to reunite with their families, so the already busy western restaurants are even more understaffed.

The boss's wife tried to persuade some of the waiters to stay by paying them several times the usual wage, but Qiao Lan decided in less than three seconds to stay at the store and continue to work after calculating the extra money she could earn in a few days during the New Year's Eve, and thinking about the New Year's Eve atmosphere in which a bunch of people from Qiao's family gathered together.

Instead of looking at Qiao old lady Qiao's mother Qiao second sister or even Qiao Lu a face that ruins people's moods, it is better to earn more money.

After all, there was only one more semester to go before her sophomore year, and when she started studying at night in her sophomore year, she wouldn't be able to do this job anymore, and she had to prepare as much as she could for the next two years, and she couldn't guarantee that Qiao's mother wouldn't let her go to school or provide tuition at any point.

On New Year's Day, Qiao Lan finally got a moment's rest after 2 a.m. The boss's wife treated her to a steak she grilled herself, said Happy New Year to her, and then said she could just come back to work the next afternoon.

When Qiao Lan returns home, Qiao's family is already asleep and the house is a mess.

Whispering after washing up, staring at himself in the mirror, the bathroom light is soft but slightly dim, his face is slightly tired but not disheveled, the jade pendant on his neck is refreshingly glossy in the light.

Qiao Lan suddenly remembered Tan Mo.

I wonder where Tan Mo is now and what he's doing.

Winter break was half over and she hadn't seen the teenager in many days.

As her best friend since she wore the book, she should have sent a text message to send her best wishes on such a New Year's Eve, but unfortunately, Tan Mo was in too much of a hurry to ask for her contact information at that time.

Tan Mo's contact details...

Qiao Lan lies down and suddenly thinks of something and rolls out of bed.

She vaguely remembers that for the next three days, there seemed to be a reservation for Tan Mo's father in the Western restaurant!

Busy day was quite sleepy, suddenly thought of this, Qiao Lan sleep eliminated a large part of the whole person is refreshed, hate not immediately on the daybreak to run to determine whether it is really a Tan Tan father's appointment.

Qiao Lan was on the night shift last night, so she could just come back the next afternoon, but it was just after noon when Qiao Lan came over.

There weren't many customers at the restaurant at noon, so Qiao Lan went to the cashier's desk and found a list of reservations for the restaurant for the next few days, looking down one by one, and finally saw Mr. Tan's three words.

Qiao Lan sighs, thanks to Tan Mo's last name, if his last name was Zhang, Li, Wang, or any other popular name, she really doesn't know how to find him.

The surname Tan Tan is so rare that Qiao Lan would not have known it existed if she had not known Tan Mo.

Tan Mo's father made a reservation for 7:30 the night after tomorrow.

Before Tan Mo and Tan father came to the western restaurant a few times, it was Qiao Lan who helped to order the food, Tan Mo also told Tan father that she was Tan Mo's classmate, when the time comes to find Tan father to ask Tan Mo's cell phone number, Tan father should .... Tan Mo should ...

As for Tan Mo, who lives twelve hours away from Qiao Lan's city, since he left that day, the New Year has come. From the beginning, he thought Qiao Lan would give him a message as soon as he got his phone number, but as each day passed, Uncle Chen reassured him that maybe Qiao Lan was too busy to care, and that he would surely wish him a happy new year when it came.

From unhappy at first to increasingly somber, Tan Mo has spent just ten days learning a word he never understood.

Disappointment.

Until the last bell of the new year rang and the new year passed, but the cell phone never received a message from the one he hoped for.

That day he sat with his grandmother, Auntie Uncle Chen Chen, watching the Chinese New Year Gala. Tan Mo couldn't understand why the crowd on the TV was laughing burst after burst, and he didn't have the heart to look at what was really on the party, while the others, because of his grandfather's condition, had a hard time smiling on such a festive day.

It was already nighttime in China, but it was still bright here. Tan Mo rolled his wheelchair back to his room and sat alone in it for the rest of the afternoon until night fell.

Uncle Chen carefully came in from outside, saw the teenager like this, wanted to say something, but in the end did not have to say anything, sighed and left the room.

He also checked with the class teacher, who had given the phone number to Qiao Lan's family, but Qiao Lan did not write back.

Uncle Chen has been alive for so many years, he still thinks that he won't see the wrong person, Qiao Lan's kindness to Tan Mo before is definitely not fake.

So maybe Qiao Lan was delayed for something? Or did Qiao Lan's family not tell Qiao Lan the number?

Uncle Chen couldn't figure it out either.

This New Year was not a happy one for Tan Mo's family.

On the second day of the Lunar New Year, Tan Mo's grandfather passed away.

Grandma seemed like the last nerve also suddenly broke, the whole person fainted and was sent to the emergency room, Tan Mo sitting in the hospital, in the eyes of Grandpa has begun to white fingers, ears are inaudible noisy cries.

There were a lot of people coming, and his mother had an older brother and an older sister and a younger brother, and Tan Mo doesn't remember much about them, except that when he was very young, his cousin from his great-uncle's family pushed him into the stairway, and he rolled from the second floor to the first floor, crying and screaming.

A normal child might not have fallen so hard, but Tan Mo, whose arms and legs are not as flexible as a normal child's because of Asperger's, cried out in pain, and his cousin, who was standing on the second floor, cried out in fear.

But that was a long, long time ago, and everyone had grown up, and there were a dozen people standing in the room, and Tan Mo only knew a smattering of them.

Everyone was crying but him, Tan Mo was like a different person, out of place in this sad atmosphere.

The sound of crying drilled into the ears, even the nerves were inexplicably tensed, Tan Mo quietly looked at the remains of his grandfather, and after a long time with Uncle Chen said, "Let's go."

Hospitals, doctors, dead people, he never wanted to see anything like that again that brought him to the brink of a nervous breakdown.

He pushed his wheelchair out of the room with a blank face, and as he left, he heard someone in the room say, "It's almost like the kid has no heart."

Tan Mo touched his heart in silence.

He could feel the heart beating.

It's just that he doesn't feel anything, he can't feel sadness.

Uncle Chen's eyes darkened, quietly followed out, looking at Tan Mo's thin back, did not hold back and wiped the tears.

Uncle Chen bowed his head and prepared to push Tan Mo away, but someone behind him ran out after him questioning, "You can't even stand this for a moment?"

Unable to remember who it was, unable to remember which of her cousins it was, Tan Mo turned her head back, roughly trying to frown but unsure of how her face was supposed to move, and remained exactly as expressionless as usual.

"Something else."

The young man looked at Tan Mo and just thought that he was unbelievable. The aunt said that Tan Mo had no heart and it was not true at all, from the beginning to the end, he did not even see Tan Mo shedding tears.

"That's your grandfather in there, the one who took care of you since you were a child, and you don't feel bad at all that he's gone? Now you don't even have the most basic manners, do you?"

Uncle Chen hurriedly spoke, "Our young master is just having a hard time accepting this environment."

Everyone knows that he is poor, but no one is willing to understand why he is poor. Tan Mo's real father says that he wants to make amends to his son, so he took Tan Mo back to his country, but he has no time to understand, and he just thinks that Tan Mo is simply autistic; these relatives who don't keep in touch with him from time to time say that he is cold and that he doesn't have a heart, but no one is willing to understand why he is like this.

Tan Mo, do you like it?

Was he willing to be born a cold alternative who couldn't feel emotions?

He wants to be normal too, doesn't he.

Tan Mo can't feel it, but Uncle Chen does. He tries his best to make Tan Mo seem less cold, to make him appear more often after Grandpa's death, but it doesn't seem to work. The older ones don't like him, and the younger cousins are afraid of him.

Uncle Chen tried to say too much, but Tan Mo blandly said, "He didn't take care of me."

The young man froze, "What?"

"That's my grandfather in there, but he didn't take care of me," Tan Mo looked at Chen Lang, "Now can I go?"

Chen Lang stared at him blankly, watching Tan Mo's back gradually fade away, and cursed again in an angry voice.

Cold-blooded, heartless, insane, and blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, he'd long ago gotten used to hearing.

Tan Mo lowered his eyelashes, it didn't matter, he'd gotten used to hearing it a long time ago.

"They actually say you're pathetic. You're pathetic? Pitiful for what? Even if you're pitiful, you must be hateful, people like you, cold, selfish, eccentric, no one can stand you, no one will love you, you're just going to live your whole life alone in a pitiful way!"

Tan Mo's hand on the wheelchair suddenly clenched, and his brain buzzed as if he had been hit with a heavy fist.

"He hits people, let's not play with him!"

"He's just crazy, y'all ah stay away from him."

"Growing up your father didn't want you, and your mother was dragged to her death by you and didn't want you."

"People like you, cold, selfish, eccentric, no one can stand you, no one will love you, you'll be miserable and alone for the rest of your life!"

Brain power roaring a piece of what the bystanders say can not be heard, the eyes of a blackout can not see anything, only once left in the depths of his memory do not want to think of the evil words, a time to occupy all the thoughts.

His father didn't love him as a child, his mother worked for him for over a decade, and the one person he thought he could trust didn't care about him at all...

The fingers clutching the wheelchair were blue and white from too much force, and the cell phone rang at an inopportune time.

Tan Mo Breathing unsteadily, he looked down at the unfamiliar number on the top and picked up the phone.

"... Hey," the cacophony continued, but the young girl's clear voice split her eardrums like a thunderbolt.

"Hello", Qiao Lan's voice didn't seem too genuine on the other end of the line, "Tan Mo, is that you, what's wrong with you, have you caught a cold, why does your voice sound a bit muffled?"

Tan Mo froze in place with his cell phone.

After a long moment, he pressed the phone firmly against his cold cheek.