Qiao Lan stood in the hallway and watched Uncle Chen walk away. She stood alone in the dark for a long time.

In her previous life, she lived for twenty years. She didn't know who her parents were or what their surnames were. Even her surname was randomly chosen. The person who treated her the best in her previous life was the kind aunt who sponsored her high school. After she got into university, Qiao Lan swore to remember her kindness for the rest of her life.

But before she could, she became the current Qiao Lan. Because she couldn't bear to see Tan Mo, she cared for him a few more times, but the feedback he gave her was too much.

Qiao Lan squatted down and buried her face in her knees.

The book said that people with AS found it difficult to have friendships. Once they did, they would be at a loss and wouldn't know how to maintain it. So they used the simplest and most violent method to treat you well.

But this was too good. Qiao Lan let out a long sigh of relief. In the past twenty years, no one reminded her to wear thick clothes when it snowed. No one reminded her to bring an umbrella when it snowed, and no one specially sent her home.

After squatting for a few minutes, or maybe ten, Qiao Lan went back upstairs to the Qiao family's house.

It was already past midnight. Mother Qiao was the only one who hadn't slept yet. She was wearing a face mask. When she saw Qiao Lan come in, she glanced at her and casually said, "What time is it? You didn't even tell me where you went. Lower your voice, your brother just fell asleep."

Seeing Mother Qiao turn around and go back to her room, Qiao Lan felt like she had returned to reality.

Qiao Lan originally thought that because of her quarrel with Tang Qin, she would be alienated by everyone again. But later, she realized that it didn't seem to be the case.

They were all fifteen or sixteen years old. Generally speaking, everyone wasn't bad by nature.

But maybe because Tang Qin wasn't Chen Yaoyang or Song Yao, her weight in the class wasn't big enough for others to alienate Qiao Lan because of her attitude. So other than a few girls who were close to Tang Qin, no one's attitude towards Qiao Lan changed much.

For example, Pei Ning and a few students sitting in front of Qiao Lan to the right still greeted and talked to each other as usual. Qiao Lan was good at English and Math. Some students would also ask Qiao Lan questions after class.

But when it came to Tan Mo, most of the students tried their best to stay away from him. but a small group of students slowly changed.

Qiao Lan talked to Tan Mo every day, but Tan Mo didn't hit her like what Tang Qin said. He didn't even raise his voice. He wasn't crazy and didn't look stupid. The way he talked to Qiao Lan wasn't scary either.

But Tan Mo didn't care about any of this.

The only thing that he cared about now was Qiao Lan.

At this moment, Qiao Lan was having a memory competition with Pei Ning, who was sitting next to her, and a few other classmates in front of her.

They forgot who started it, but they were all about the same age. As they talked, they were a little unconvinced and wanted to compete.

The girl sitting in front of Qiao Lan was the judge. Qiao Lan, Pei Ning, and another boy.

The question was very simple. Ten Roman numerals were randomly arranged. The girl who came up with the question read a total of fifteen numbers. Whoever wrote the correct number would win. The bet was even simpler. Two lollipops.

In Tan Mo's eyes, this kind of game was boring.

He didn't understand the meaning of this kind of 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 came up with the question casually wrote down 15 numbers. Then, she covered the paper and coughed twice. "Listen carefully, I'll just read it once. 2, 4, 5, 0 … 2.8. Don't continue. In the countdown, 10, 9, 8, 7 …"

Qiao Lan took out a pen and wrote three numbers. Pei Ning, who was next to her, suddenly short-circuited. "Hey, hey, hey, what's the fifth number again?" She subconsciously glanced at Qiao Lan.

Qiao Lan pushed her away, turned around, and put the book on Tan Mo's table.

She quickly wrote down eight numbers. When she reached the ninth number, she suddenly couldn't remember whether it was seven or eight.

The girl who came up with the question looked at the other guy's answer and couldn't help laughing. "You're way too wrong. Countdown …"

Qiao Lan really couldn't remember. Just as she was about to write down a random number, Tan Mo whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "846728."

Qiao Lan didn't even think about it and wrote down everything Tan Mo said.

Tan Mo was stunned. Wasn't she afraid that he would remember it wrongly?

The girl in front of them finished counting down. She quickly took the paper from the three people's hands and laughed after reading it. "How did you get the third number wrong? Pei Ning got it wrong three times. Hey, Qiao Lan got it right!

I told you that us girls have a better memory than you guys. Look at what Qiao Lan wrote … "

"That's Qiao Lan's memory. You can't do it …"

There was a commotion in front of them again. Qiao Lan turned around and smiled at Tan Mo. She sighed softly, "Why are you so good?"

The girl in front of him had very black and bright eyes. She looked at him and sighed from the bottom of her heart. He was used to people saying that he was crazy and stupid. He thought that he was already used to it and couldn't feel it. However, when he heard Qiao Lan's words, he still felt heartfelt joy.

Maybe it was because of this sentence, or maybe it was because of the person who said it.

Tan Mo clearly remembered that before he met Qiao Lan, he had to endure a lot of suffering in school every day. But now, his days in school didn't seem so difficult anymore.

This was the most comfortable state he could be in outside of being alone.

On the weekend, Tan Mo didn't go to the western restaurant. He found a very good book and devoted all his time to it for two days.

On Sunday night, Father Tan took time out of his busy schedule to visit Tan Mo.

Tan Mo didn't live with Father Tan.

Before Tan Mo could remember, his parents had already divorced. After he was seven years old, as he slowly grew older, his mother finally realized that he was different from other children. From then on, she took him to the United States for treatment.

They stayed there for seven years.

As for his father, Tan Mo didn't have any memories or feelings. After Father Tan took over, he couldn't stand the noise in his new family. He found Father Tan and told him in emotionless words that he didn't want to live with them.

So he lived with Uncle Chen and Aunt Chen, who used to take care of him and his mother.

Father Tan occasionally came to visit him.

He remembered that Tan Mo suddenly didn't want to go to school last week. He originally wanted to talk to Tan Mo, but he realized that it was his own show. Tan Mo almost didn't speak. The few times he spoke, it was the most useless nonsense.

Father Tan could only ask his assistant to find a psychiatrist. After asking the psychiatrist's opinion, he came to find Tan Mo.

He used to think that Tan Mo was autistic and xenophobic, so he asked him to go to school to interact with people his age. After talking to the psychiatrist, the psychiatrist advised him not to do so. Father Tan then hurriedly came to find Tan Mo.

Father Tan remembered the psychiatrist's words and felt a little upset.

He looked at Tan Mo's cold face and asked him how he had been this week.

Tan Mo looked up at him and said from the bottom of his heart, "Very good."

Father Tan was a little doubtful because Tan Mo's expressionless face had nothing to do with 'very good'.

He didn't know that his son had Asperger's disease. He didn't know that it was difficult for him to receive and express emotions. He only thought that Tan Mo had ordinary autism and recalled the psychiatrist's words.

Autistic children would sometimes lie to avoid trouble because they were resistant to the outside world.

Father Tan looked at Tan Mo for a long time and sighed after a while. "I didn't think it through and forced you to go to school. I'm slowly understanding now and I know that you don't like going to school. If you don't want to go, then don't go."

Tan Mo looked at Father Tan in confusion. He had clearly said that he was very good, so why didn't Father Tan hear him?

So he repeated himself. "I said that I'm very good. I want to go to school."

Compared to sitting here and talking to Father Tan, he preferred going to school and watching the girl sitting in front of him turn around and smile from time to time.

Not wanting to say anything more to Father Tan, Tan Mo pushed his wheelchair back to his room.

Today was Sunday. He would be able to see Qiao Lan again tomorrow.

The next day, he went to school as usual and pushed his wheelchair into the classroom. However, when he saw that Qiao Lan, who was supposed to be sitting in front of him, had been replaced by another girl, he was stunned.

His seat was still there, but the person who sat in front of him was no longer there.

The seats were rotated once a week. A week ago, Qiao Lan was still in front of him, but a week later, Qiao Lan had been moved to another seat.

She sat in the second row from the bottom. She wasn't far from Tan Mo's seat, but at that moment, Tan Mo was filled with endless panic.

The new student sitting in front of him opened the window as wide as it could. The cold wind poured in through the window. Tan Mo's face paled in discomfort.

The book in front of him was the one he thought was interesting yesterday, but now he couldn't even read a single word.

He couldn't help but look in the direction of Qiao Lan again and again. He could see that she was listening to the class and had her head lowered as she wrote, but he couldn't see her hair clearly. He couldn't see the pair of dark smiling eyes that she always turned around in front of him.

It turned out that Qiao Lan didn't always sit in front of him. Next week, and the week after that, he would sit further away from him.

A moment ago, he thought that his school life was very good, but in an instant, it returned to its original state. It was even more unbearable than before.

He turned his head stiffly and looked over again. Pei Ning was holding a pen and writing while talking to Qiao Lan about something.

They were probably talking about physics questions.

Sitting behind Qiao Lan, Qiao Lan would ask Pei Ning about physics questions from time to time.

In fact, he knew how to answer those questions. He didn't have to think for a long time like Pei Ning to come up with an answer. He could tell Qiao Lan the correct answer very quickly.

But now, he couldn't even hear what they were talking about.

Tan Mo used to hate Pei Ning because Pei Ning could casually turn her head and see Qiao Lan's side profile. He could casually move and touch her arm. But no matter how bad it was in the past, it wasn't as unbearable as this moment.

Because not only could Pei Ning talk to her casually, but now he could also follow her to another seat.

And he would only get further and further away.

He stared at Pei Ning's back. For the first time, he had a strong, directional thought.

He wanted to sit in that seat.

The seat where he could see Qiao Lan as soon as he turned his head.