Tan Mo said that he would throw it away if he didn't like it.

Other people might have said it as a threat, but he didn't. He just thought that way.

I brought it especially for you. Since you don't like it, just throw it away.

Qiao Lan looked at the motionless young man in front of her and suddenly felt powerless.

It wasn't that she didn't like it, she just couldn't accept it.

It was because she understood Tan Mo's good intentions that she rejected it. However, Tan Mo didn't understand Qiao Lan's intention behind her rejection. Rejection meant that she didn't like it, it meant that they were estranged, and it was proof that their relationship wasn't good.

Qiao Lan looked at the young man's stubborn side profile, sighed silently, and opened the box.

The ingredients of the porridge were prepared by the nutritionist. It tasted good because it was made by Aunt Chen, who had always taken care of Tan Mo.

Although almost everyone in the class was eating breakfast during the morning self-study session, the moment the box was opened, the smell still attracted the attention of the students sitting behind Qiao Lan and Tan Mo. They all looked over curiously.

When Tan Mo saw that Qiao Lan had finally opened the box, his cold face finally calmed down and he turned around again.

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

Qiao Lan took another bite and answered sincerely, "It's really good."

Tan Mo was in a good mood. It was as if all his anger was forgotten in an instant.

Qiao Lan washed the small lunch box after she finished eating and returned to the classroom to put the box away. After thanking Tan Mo, she thought for a while and said to Tan Mo, "I eat breakfast every morning, so you really don't have to bring me breakfast."

Tan Mo stared at the small pendant that was moving around her neck. He seemed to be obedient and said, "Hmm."

Qiao Lan was relieved. The next day, as promised by Mingming, Tan Mo didn't bring breakfast. Instead, he brought fresh fruits in a glass box and a carton of milk that was still warm.

Qiao Lan was speechless.

On the third day, it was breakfast again. This time, it was no longer seafood porridge. Instead, it was lean meat porridge and a carton of milk.

"I really ate a little too early," Qiao Lan said seriously, then added, "And I ate a lot."

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

All the food he brought was high protein, which was much better than what Qiao Lan ate himself.

If she ate less breakfast, she could eat more of the nutritious meals he brought. The food that Qiao Lan ate was not nutritious at all. Uncle Chen said that Qiao Lan had a good foundation, but she was severely malnourished.

Qiao Lan, who couldn't persuade him, really couldn't think of a way.

If he didn't succeed the first time, he wouldn't be able to do so again.

Just like that, Qiao Lan inexplicably started his daily feeding routine. Tan Mo even found pleasure in feeding him every day. Later on, it became even more intense.

For example, one day, in addition to the nutritious meals, there would be a few more slices of lemon in his cup, two more beautiful oranges in the hole of the table, a box of neatly arranged small tomatoes or peeled walnuts, and even some nutritious food that he didn't recognize in English.

Tan Mo never got tired of it.

Because every day went by like this, he slowly discovered Qiao Lan's preferences. What she liked to eat and what she disliked to eat were all very interesting to him.

However, Qiao Lan still insisted on not accepting some of the food. For example, the nutritious food that he asked someone to buy from abroad. Qiao Lan didn't want it no matter what, but Uncle Chen gave him an idea.

Qiao Lan went downstairs to get a pot of water. Other than the untouched breakfast on the table, there was also a bottle of nutrient solution with a small straw.

Qiao Lan was speechless.

He gave a whole box to Qiao Lan, but Qiao Lan didn't want it. Uncle Chen asked him to give her one bottle of nutrient solution with a straw every day. Although Tan Mo didn't really understand the difference, it turned out that Uncle Chen's method was indeed very effective.

After a long time, not to mention the two classmates sitting behind Qiao Lan, even Pei Ning and Qin Yang, who sat a little further away but often looked at Qiao Lan, inevitably noticed something.

"Tan Mo didn't even care about Qiao Lan in the past. Now, he seems to be treating Qiao Lan quite well."

"How is this' quite well '? He's so good that you can't say anything about it."

Tan Mo occasionally heard people talking about how well he treated Qiao Lan from other people's mouths. He felt even better when he heard them say that he treated her better than he treated her personally.

In the beginning, Qiao Lan was determined to resist, but in the end, her resistance was futile. She gradually became numb to it.

The temperature outside had already dropped to several degrees below zero. When she went out to fetch hot water, it was so cold that it made people shiver. After the morning self-study session, Qiao Lan carried the kettle back to the classroom. She didn't know if she was faster than Tan Mo today, but Tan Mo had just entered the classroom. He hadn't even put down his bag.

After Qiao Lan returned to her seat, she saw Tan Mo take out the familiar bottle. His pale fingers were holding the straw.

It was too cold outside. He never wore gloves. Although he didn't feel cold, his fingers were already frozen.

Qiao Lan put down the kettle and said, "Let me do it." She reached out and took the bottle from Tan Mo's hand. However, she accidentally touched Tan Mo's fingers.

After going out for a while, Qiao Lan's hands weren't too warm. However, when she accidentally touched Tan Mo's fingers, she could still feel the temperature of Tan Mo's fingers, which were like ice cubes.

Qiao Lan's hands paused. Her eyes fell on Tan Mo's stiff fingers. After a moment of silence, she pulled the scarf off her neck. Before Tan Mo could react, she grabbed his arm and wrapped his hands with the scarf. "Why aren't you wearing gloves?

You're as cold as ice. "

From the moment Qiao Lan grabbed Tan Mo's arm to the moment she let go, he didn't react at all.

The white, soft, and furry scarf was still warm from the girl's neck. Tan Mo's numb hands gradually woke up in the scarf. They were no longer so stiff.

He moved his fingers in a daze. After a while, he suddenly realized where the warmth on his hands came from. He raised his head and looked at Qiao Lan's neck. His body, which was slowly relaxing, suddenly stiffened again.

He didn't even know why the tip of his ears suddenly became hot, just like when the doctor gently pricked the tip of his ears in the hospital.

"You're not cold anymore, right?" the girl asked him with a smile. Tan Mo nodded mechanically.

"Not anymore."

Actually, he didn't feel cold at all.

"Although you're not very sensitive to temperature, you should still wear thicker clothes …"

Qiao Lan was still talking. Tan Mo couldn't help but look at the girl. The scarf had been returned to Qiao Lan, but there was still some warmth on his hands.

After class, even the mathematics teacher standing on the podium noticed it.

The blackboard was here, not Qiao Lan's face. Even if Tan Mo didn't pay attention in class every day and didn't look at the blackboard, it would still cause trouble for others, right?

With a roll call, all the students' attention was focused on Tan Mo. Tan Mo also retracted his gaze and instantly became the expressionless and cold teenager.

The teenager was sitting in a wheelchair, so he didn't have to stand up like the other students. He looked at the math teacher coldly. He didn't feel that he had done anything wrong. He even felt that the math teacher was annoying and disturbing him.

The math teacher pointed at the blackboard angrily. "How do you solve this question?"

A lot of students in the class were dumbfounded. They didn't understand why Tan Mo was suddenly called and asked to answer the question. However, this question was indeed very difficult. It was a question that the math teacher had written on the blackboard to specially teach.

With a cold face, Tan Mo picked up a pen and wrote in his notebook. Half a minute later, he opened his mouth.

He spoke very quickly, but his pronunciation was clear. Qiao Lan had just looked at this question and thought that it would take a lot of steps to solve it. However, Tan Mo only said a few words and said the answer with formulas that didn't belong to high school knowledge.

The math teacher stood on the podium and listened with a frown. After listening, he joined in the discussion with Tan Mo.

Qiao Lan was at least a sophomore and could still catch up, but the others couldn't. The whole class looked at Tan Mo and the math teacher in confusion. They sighed that they couldn't understand the conversation between the gods.

Previously, everyone was just shocked by Tan Mo's amazing test results. This was the first time that Tan Mo had shown his unusual side in front of everyone. After Tan Mo finished answering, many students looked at Tan Mo in a daze.

Looking at Tan Mo like this, Qiao Lan inexplicably felt that she was proud.

When Tan Mo turned his head, he saw that Qiao Lan was also looking at him. Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something and looked away.

Just like that, it was the final exam of this semester. This final exam was finally set by the teachers of the school. It wasn't as difficult as last time. This made the students breathe a sigh of relief.

In the first few days, the class and even other classes were discussing how many perfect scores Tan Mo could get this time and how many points Tan Mo could pull away from the second place.

In addition, some people were also discussing who would do better this time, Qiao Lan or Chen Yaoyang.

Qiao Lan also knew that everyone was guessing. However, compared to last month's monthly exam, Qiao Lan was quite confident this time.

There was no other reason other than that Tan Mo had taught her physics step by step for a month.

Before Qiao Lan had transmigrated, she didn't really like math in her first year of high school. Her math grades were only average. After the second year of high school, she changed her math teacher. Not only was the teacher good at teaching, but he was also very humorous. Qiao Lan started to like math from then on.

A good teacher could completely change a student.

Qiao Lan started to like math from then on. Because she liked math, she spent more time on it. Gradually, she discovered the fun in math. Later on, her math grades were always top-notch.

In the past, it was math. Now, it was physics.

When it came to physics, Qiao Lan had always been obsessed with it. After 20 days of Tan Mo's teaching, Qiao Lan gradually got the hang of it.

Qiao Lan couldn't help but sigh. It turned out that she wasn't completely untalented in physics. It was just that she didn't find the right way.

Before the exams, she was most worried about physics. Now that the exams were approaching, Qiao Lan was faintly looking forward to it. She wanted to see how her recent results were.

The high school's exams were staggered. The first year of high school took the exams first, followed by the second year, and finally the third year of high school. It was said that after the third year of high school, there was a period of supplementary classes until the 28th of December.

On the day of the first year of high school, it was snowing. There was no need to do morning exercises, so all the students came to school at different times. Qiao Lan met Uncle Chen and Tan Mo at the school gate.

Qiao Lan saw that Tan Mo was still wearing thin clothes and his hands without gloves. She ran over and greeted Uncle Chen. Then, she said to Tan Mo, "I'll push you in."

The weather was already cold. Now that it was snowing, Tan Mo pushed the wheelchair himself. How cold must his fingers be?

Last time, Qiao Lan told Tan Mo to wear a pair of gloves, but Tan Mo didn't wear them.

Tan Mo glanced at Qiao Lan and didn't refuse. Uncle Chen smiled and watched Qiao Lan and Tan Mo walk away. When he turned around, his phone rang, so he hurried back to answer it.

Qiao Lan pushed Tan Mo in the direction of the school building. The students passing by couldn't help but glance at them. Qiao Lan thought that the winter vacation would start after the exams, so she asked Tan Mo what he planned to do during the winter vacation. Tan Mo thought for a while and said, "Stay at home and read books."

It was always too troublesome to go out in the winter. Moreover, Tan Mo didn't like to go out. He liked to sit in his room and read books for the whole day. To others, life was extremely boring, but to him, it was endless fun.

Recently, he found a very good book. It was a set of general history of the world. It was a pure English edition.

This set of books was really good. Although Tan Mo didn't agree with some of the points, it affected the brilliance of the book. Tan Mo suddenly wanted Qiao Lan to read this set of books. He felt that Qiao Lan would also like this set of books. Moreover, this way, they would have more in common.

However, this set of books was a pure English edition. When he got home, he could search for the translated version. After the exams, he could bring it to Qiao Lan when he went to a western restaurant for dinner.

However, before Tan Mo could buy the translated version of the book, Uncle Chen came to the school and took him out of the examination room. He told him that his grandfather's health wasn't good, so he had to fly to the United States immediately.

Tan Mo had followed his mother to the United States for two reasons. First, the medical technology there was better. Second, his grandparents were also in the United States. His mother had a very close relationship with them. Almost every weekend, his mother would take him to spend a day with his grandparents.

The two elders loved their daughter who had divorced at a young age, but they didn't treat Tan Mo very well. It was because Tan Mo's father had betrayed his marriage, and because Tan Mo had been a burden to their daughter for so many years.

Therefore, to Tan Mo, his grandparents were not as close as Uncle Chen and Aunt Chen.

However, even so, Tan Mo still didn't refuse.

To him, the two elders weren't the closest people to him. However, to his mother who had passed away, they were. When his mother was still alive, she always asked him to be filial to his grandparents when he grew up.

Tan Mo hadn't even finished the last language exam when he was taken to the airport by Uncle Chen in a hurry. Tan Mo looked at the snowy scenery outside the car window and felt that he had forgotten something.

He didn't finish the exam, but Tan Mo didn't care at all. So what exactly was it?

It wasn't until they arrived at the airport that Tan Mo suddenly remembered that he hadn't had the time to tell Qiao Lan. Yesterday, he had even thought of giving Qiao Lan his favorite book during the winter break.

Now that he had to go somewhere far away, he didn't even give Qiao Lan his contact number.

Uncle Chen saw Tan Mo's anxiety and asked him what was wrong. Tan Mo was silent for a while before he said, "She doesn't know that I'm leaving."

Uncle Chen didn't think of this for a while. On one hand, he sighed that Qiao Lan was more important to Tan Mo than he thought. On the other hand, he thought of a solution.

"I'll text your class teacher and ask her to tell Qiao Lan your phone number. She can call you during the winter break, okay?"

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

"Even if she doesn't have a phone, her family must have one." Uncle Chen didn't think that it was difficult. No matter how difficult Qiao Lan's family was, it was impossible that her parents didn't even have a phone. As long as they had a phone, they could always call or send a message.

Tan Mo was silent for a while before he finally agreed.

When Tan Mo's plane had taken off, Qiao Lan had just finished her last language exam. As usual, she went to Tan Mo's exam room, but she found that Tan Mo wasn't in the classroom.

Qiao Lan was now a celebrity. Every time she finished her exam, she would come to the classroom to look for Tan Mo. The students sitting behind Tan Mo knew who Qiao Lan was looking for as soon as they saw her come in.

"Tan Mo was halfway through his exam. Someone came to look for him and then left. They left in a hurry," the student explained to Qiao Lan.

Qiao Lan was stunned for a moment. She thanked the student and walked out of the classroom.

Someone came to pick him up, so Tan Mo didn't have any health problems. This made Qiao Lan feel relieved.

He left without even finishing his exam. There must be something urgent at home.

Even if Qiao Lan wanted to ask around, she was helpless. She didn't have a phone, 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 bag and walked out of the school. The exams were over, but she still worked every day. The only difference was that the young man who came every day was missing at night.

After the final exams, there was a day off. The teachers were marking papers crazily. The students began to enjoy the winter break in advance. They didn't have to do morning exercises or self-study. They just had to go to school at 8: 10 am to listen to the teachers talk about the papers.

When Qiao Lan came to the classroom, Tan Mo still didn't come. It was inevitable that some people in the class were curious. After asking around, they heard that Tan Mo left without finishing his last exam.

The students' focus wasn't on why Tan Mo didn't come or why he suddenly left. They were focused on the fact that Tan Mo only finished half of his language exam. His score couldn't keep up.

Therefore, the previous bet of how many points the first place could lead the second place was gone. It became a question of who would be the first place this time.

Everyone thought that no matter how good Tan Mo was, he wouldn't be able to sit firmly in the first place with half of his results missing. Qiao Lan and Chen Yaoyang weren't to be trifled with. Moreover, this exam wasn't as difficult as last time. They wouldn't be able to lead the first place by so much.

There was even a poll on the school's Tieba. The top ten students from the last exam were all on it.

In the end, Chen Yaoyang was in first place with a small lead of 33%. Qiao Lan was in second place with 31%. Tan Mo was pushed to third place, with a small proportion of 0.78% behind him.

Many students thought that Qiao Lan beat Chen Yaoyang in the mid-term exam because Chen Yaoyang didn't study much. Later on, he only studied a little and tied with Qiao Lan. They heard that Chen Yaoyang wasn't sloppy at all in his studies recently. This time, he should surpass Qiao Lan and return to first place.

Of course, if Tan Mo finished all the exams, he should return to second place.

The students from the other classes were curious. The students from Class 13 were even more expectant. The holidays were coming soon, so no one was in the mood to listen to the class. It wasn't until the final results came out that they came to life one by one.

They yelled and rushed to the podium, opened the school's website, and went straight to the ranking.

Even Chen Yaoyang was a little expectant. After all, he was the most hardworking he had ever been in his life.

But when they saw the name at the very top, it was as if they had been hit by a stick in the head. They were dumbfounded.

Looking at it once, they thought they had seen wrongly. Looking again, they were right.

The name at the very top was actually still Tan Mo.

！！！

？？？

Didn't they say that they only finished half of the Chinese exam?

Looking at the results again, it was indeed only half of the exam.

Because the Chinese exam only scored 62 points. But even so, with a total score of 1086 points, he still firmly occupied the first place.

Looking at this abnormal result, everyone was speechless.

After a long time, everyone finally understood a truth. Geniuses, even if they made a small mistake, were still much better than ordinary people. Looking at Yi Qing's perfect score, those who heard it would shed tears.

They were so excited.

After Tan Mo, the person in second place was not Chen Yaoyang, who everyone thought was the most optimistic, but Qiao Lan.

This time, they were not tied. Qiao Lan's total score was 17 points higher than Chen Yaoyang's. He mercilessly pushed Chen Yaoyang back to third place. If someone paid attention, they would probably realize that Qiao Lan, who had always been behind Chen Yaoyang in physics, was one point lower than Chen Yaoyang in physics this time.

Many people thought that Qiao Lan could do so well because he was hardworking, and Chen Yaoyang could do so well because he was smart. But now that Chen Yaoyang had failed to surpass Qiao Lan three times in a row, some students finally realized that Qiao Lan was actually very smart.

At first, many people thought that if Qiao Lan could get first place in the grade, then they would definitely be able to do the same if they worked hard. But after a semester, Qiao Lan was still at the top, but they were still the same as before.

It was not fun to lie to oneself and others.

The other classes had already become numb to the fact that class 13 had once again dominated the top three of the grade. They might be surprised if they suddenly found out that the top three had changed to another class.

Class 13 had once again obtained the highest score in the grade. The homeroom teacher happily sent the students off. When he finally finished his work and laid on the sofa at home, he suddenly remembered something.

He jumped up from the sofa, found his phone, and opened his messages. He scrolled down a few pages and finally found the message that Chen Yaoyang had sent him many days ago.

The homeroom teacher did not know who this Chen Yaoyang was, but every time he contacted Tan Mo, he would contact this old man.

Many days ago, on the day of the exam, this Chen Yaoyang had called him and said that Tan Mo had to go abroad for some business. In the end, he had asked him to help pass a phone number to Qiao Lan.

After hanging up the phone, the homeroom teacher received a string of numbers.

The homeroom teacher did not know the reason, but he still agreed. At the time, he thought that the two kids seemed to have a good relationship.

He even replied to Chen Yaoyang with an "Okay," but after he replied, he forgot about it in the blink of an eye because he had other work to do.

After that, he had been busy marking papers, explaining papers, and summarizing other work every day. He was so busy that when he finally finished, he remembered that he had forgotten to give this number to Qiao Lan.

Now, even if he wanted to find Qiao Lan, he could not find anyone from Qiao Lan. It had already been a few days since the winter break.

However, he still promised Chen Yaoyang. After pondering for a while, the homeroom teacher found the number of Qiao Lan's parents and sent a text message to them. He informed them of his identity and asked them to pass the message to Qiao Lan.

After receiving the text message, Qiao Lan's mother stared at her phone for a long time.

This person, who claimed to be Qiao Lan's homeroom teacher, had specially sent her a string of numbers and asked her to pass the message to Qiao Lan.

Qiao Lan's mother stared at the name that she did not recognize. The thought of Qiao Lan filled her with anger. Qiao Lan did very well in the exams this time. Now that the winter break was over, she had time. However, she did not teach Qiao Yuan and did not come home every day.

Qiao Lan did not care about Qiao Yuan, and she was too lazy to care about Qiao Lan. The homeroom teacher had sent her a text message, but she did not reply.

At first, she did not want to talk about it. Later on, she gradually forgot about it.

She did not know what happened to Qiao Lan. The winter of the Chinese New Year seemed especially cold. Unfortunately, Qiao Lan did not have time to feel it. As the Chinese New Year approached, everyone started to go on holiday. However, Qiao Lan became busier.

People who had no way out and no one to rely on had no time to breathe.

Westerners did not celebrate the Chinese New Year, but the restaurant was still open during the Chinese New Year. In fact, it got busier as the Chinese New Year approached.

On the 27th day of the twelfth lunar month, the restaurant was booked in advance from Chinese New Year's Eve to the third day of the Chinese New Year.

Some people in the restaurant continued to work during the Chinese New Year, while others went home to reunite with their families. As a result, the restaurant, which was already busy, became even more understaffed.

The lady boss tried to persuade some waiters to stay by offering a salary that was several times higher than usual. Qiao Lan calculated the amount of money she could earn during the Chinese New Year and thought about the atmosphere of the Qiao family gathering together. In less than three seconds, she decided to continue working in the restaurant.

Instead of looking at Old Lady Joe, Mother Qiao, Second Sister Qiao, and even Qiao Lu's faces that ruined her mood, she would rather earn more money.

After all, she would be in her second year of high school in one semester. When she started studying at night in her second year of high school, she would not be able to continue working. She had to do her best to prepare for the next two years. She could not guarantee that Mother Qiao would not let her study or provide her with tuition fees.

On the day of the Chinese New Year, Qiao Lan finally had a moment of rest after two o 'clock in the morning. The lady boss treated her to a steak that she had personally grilled and wished her a happy Chinese New Year. Then, she told her to come back to work the next afternoon.

When Qiao Lan returned home, everyone in the Qiao family was already asleep. The house was a mess.

After quietly washing up, she stared at herself in the mirror. The light in the bathroom was soft but slightly dim. Her face was slightly tired but not dispirited. The jade pendant on her neck seeped with a clear luster under the light.

Qiao Lan suddenly thought of Tan Mo.

She did not know where Tan Mo was now and what he was doing.

Half of the winter break had already passed, and she had not seen this young man for many days.

As her best friend since she had transmigrated, on a Chinese New Year's Eve like this, she should have sent Tan Mo a text message to send him her blessings. Unfortunately, Tan Mo had left in a hurry and did not get Tan Mo's contact information.

Tan Mo's contact information …

Qiao Lan was lying down when she suddenly thought of something and flipped out of bed.

She vaguely remembered that for the next three days, Tan Mo's father seemed to have made an appointment at the western restaurant!

After a busy day, Qiao Lan was quite sleepy. When she suddenly thought of this, most of her sleepiness disappeared. She was energized and could not wait to run to the western restaurant to confirm if Tan Mo's father really had made an appointment at dawn.

Qiao Lan worked the night shift last night and could have gone the next afternoon. However, just after noon, Qiao Lan came over.

There were not many customers in the western restaurant at noon. Qiao Lan went to the cashier and found the restaurant's reservation list for the next few days. She looked down one by one and finally saw the name "Mr. Tan".

Qiao Lan sighed. Luckily, Tan Mo's surname was Tan. If his surname was Zhang, Li, Wang, or other common surnames, she really did not know where to find him.

The surname Tan was too rare. If she did not know Tan Mo, Qiao Lan would not have known there was such a surname.

Tan Mo's father made an appointment at 7: 30 pm the day after tomorrow.

Tan Mo and Tan Mo's father had come to the western restaurant a few times before, and it was always Qiao Lan who helped them order. Tan Mo also told Tan Mo's father that she was Tan Mo's classmate. When the time came, she could ask Tan Mo's father for Tan Mo's phone number. Tan Mo's father would probably … tell her …

Tan Mo, who was 12 hours away from the city where Qiao Lan lived, had been waiting for the New Year since he left that day.

In the beginning, he thought that Qiao Lan would message him immediately after she got his number. However, as the days passed, Uncle Chen comforted him and said that maybe Qiao Lan was too busy to take care of it. When the New Year came, Uncle Chen would definitely wish him a happy New Year.

In the beginning, he was unhappy, but later, he became more and more gloomy. Tan Mo used only ten days to learn a word that he had never understood before.

Disappointment.

Until the last bell of the New Year, the New Year had passed. However, his phone never received a message from the person he was hoping for.

That day, he, Grandma Chen, Uncle Chen, and Aunt Chen sat together to watch the New Year's Gala. Tan Mo couldn't understand why the people on TV were laughing, and he wasn't in the mood to watch what was going on at the gala. As for the others, because of their grandfather's illness, it was difficult for them to smile on such a festive day.

Night had already fallen in China, but it was still bright here. Tan Mo rolled back to his room in his wheelchair. He sat in the wheelchair alone for the whole afternoon until night gradually fell.

Uncle Chen carefully came in from the outside. When he saw the young man like this, he wanted to say something, but in the end, he didn't say anything. He sighed and left the room.

He called the class teacher to confirm that she had already told Qiao Lan's family the phone number, but Qiao Lan didn't reply at all.

Uncle Chen had lived for so many years, but he still felt that he didn't misjudge people. Qiao Lan's kindness to Tan Mo was definitely not fake.

So maybe Qiao Lan was delayed by something?

Or Qiao Lan's family didn't tell Qiao Lan the phone number?

Uncle Chen couldn't figure it out.

This New Year, to Tan Mo's family, there was no joy.

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

It was as if his grandmother's last nerve had suddenly snapped. She fainted and was sent to the emergency room. Tan Mo sat in the hospital. In his eyes, his grandfather's fingers were already starting to turn white. In his ears, there was a noisy crying that he couldn't hear clearly.

Many people came. His mother, an older brother, an older sister, and a younger brother. Tan Mo didn't have much of an impression of them. He only remembered that when he was very young, his cousin from his uncle's family pushed him to the stairs. He cried and rolled down from the second floor to the first floor.

If it was a normal child, perhaps he wouldn't have fallen so badly. However, because of Asperger's Disease, Tan Mo's limbs weren't as agile as normal children. He cried in pain. His cousin, who was standing on the second floor, was so scared that he cried.

But that was a long, long time ago. Everyone had grown up. There were more than a dozen people standing in the room. Tan Mo only knew a few of them.

Everyone was crying, except for him. Tan Mo was like a different person. He didn't fit in with this sad atmosphere.

The crying drilled into his ears. Even his nerves were inexplicably tense. Tan Mo quietly looked at his grandfather's body. After a while, he said to Uncle Chen, "Let's go."

Hospital, doctors, dead people. He didn't want to see anything that would make him collapse.

He pushed the wheelchair out of the ward expressionlessly. After he left, he heard someone in the ward say, "It's as if this child doesn't have a heart."

Tan Mo silently touched his chest.

He could feel his heart beating.

But he didn't feel anything. He couldn't feel sadness.

Uncle Chen's eyes darkened. He quietly followed them out. Looking at Tan Mo's thin and weak back, he couldn't help but wipe away his tears again.

Uncle Chen lowered his head and prepared to push Tan Mo away. However, someone ran out behind him and questioned, "You can't even bear this for a little while?"

He couldn't remember who it was. He couldn't remember which cousin it was. Tan Mo turned his head. He probably wanted to frown, but he didn't know how to move his face. So, he maintained his usual expressionless face.

"Is there anything else?"

The young man looked at Tan Mo. He only felt that he was unreasonable. His aunt said that Tan Mo didn't have a heart. It was completely true. From the beginning to the end, he didn't even see Tan Mo cry.

"The one inside is your grandfather. He's been taking care of you since you were young. Don't you feel sad that he's gone?

You don't even have the most basic etiquette now, do you? "

Uncle Chen hurriedly said, "Our young master just finds it hard to accept this kind of environment."

Everyone knew that he was pitiful, but no one was willing to understand why he was pitiful. Tan Mo's biological father kept saying that he wanted to make it up to his son, so he took Tan Mo back to China. However, he didn't have time to understand. He only thought that Tan Mo was simply autistic. These relatives who didn't contact often said that Tan Mo was cold and heartless. However, no one was willing to understand why he was like this.

Did Tan Mo like this?

Did he want to be born a cold-blooded person who couldn't feel emotions?

He also wanted to be a normal person, didn't he?

Tan Mo couldn't feel it, but Uncle Chen could. He tried his best to make Tan Mo not seem so cold. He wanted him to appear in front of everyone more often after his grandfather's death. However, it seemed to be useless. The older people didn't like him, and the younger cousins were all afraid of him.

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

The young man was stunned. "What?"

"My grandfather is inside, but he didn't take care of me." Tan Mo looked at Chen Lang. "Can I go now?"

Chen Lang looked at him blankly. He watched as Tan Mo's figure gradually disappeared into the distance. He started to curse again.

Cold-blooded, heartless, crazy, and the like. He was already used to hearing these words.

Tan Mo lowered his eyelids. It didn't matter. He was already used to it.

"They actually said that you were pitiful. Pitiful?

What's pitiful?

Even if you're pitiful, there must be something hateful about you. People like you are cold, selfish, and weird. No one can stand you. No one will love you. You can just live the rest of your life pitifully by yourself! "

Tan Mo's hand, which was resting on the wheelchair, suddenly clenched. It was as if someone had suddenly punched his brain. His brain was buzzing.

"He hit people. We don't want to play with him!"

"He's a lunatic. You guys should stay away from him."

"Your father didn't want you since you were young. Your mother was also dragged to death by you. No one wants you."

"People like you are cold, selfish, and weird. No one can stand you. No one will love you. You can just live the rest of your life pitifully by yourself!"

There was a roar in his brain, and he couldn't hear what the others were saying. Everything in front of him turned black, and he couldn't see anything. Only the vicious words that he didn't want to think about in the past occupied all his thoughts for a moment.

His father didn't love him when he was young. His mother worked hard for him for more than ten years. The person he thought he could trust didn't care about him at all …

His fingers, which were gripping the wheelchair too tightly, turned white. His phone rang at this untimely moment.

Tan Mo lowered his head and breathed unsteadily. He looked at the unfamiliar number on the screen and answered the call.

"… Hello." The noise was still going on, but the girl's clear voice was like a sudden clap of thunder that split his eardrums.

"Hello." Qiao Lan's voice didn't sound very clear on the other end of the phone. "Tan Mo, is that you? What's wrong with you? Do you have a cold? Why is your voice a little hoarse?"

Tan Mo froze on the spot with the phone in his hand.

After a while, he pressed the phone tightly against his cold cheek.