Chapter 32: Away from home

Tan Mo is not a man of the world, but he is a smart man.

This moment of rage and anger is real, but so is the inherent intent.

Qiao Lan said there was nothing between them that would make him help her or provide for her like that, and the words "there was nothing between them" played over and over again in her head like a TV video that suddenly jammed.

It was even purposely louder.

He threw his knife and fork down hard on his plate, angry, sad, annoyed, and with emotions he wouldn't describe to himself, like disappointment, like aggravation.

There's a haze in my eyes, and I just want to walk away angry.

Qiao Lan hurriedly apologized to the disturbed guest and ran back, "Uncle Chen hasn't arrived yet, where are you going? Tan Mo, I didn't mean to upset you."

He doesn't want to hear it, he can go anywhere now, but he doesn't want to be here right now.

Qiao Lan quickly organized Tan Mo's tableware and blocked Tan Mo's wheelchair to prevent him from leaving, Tan Mo coldly sat on the wheelchair and stared at Qiao Lan.

There was some tension between the two, but it was felt unilaterally by Qiao Lan, not by Tan Mo, who stared at Qiao Lan for a long time without saying a word, suddenly remembering that the last time he had been the first to bring breakfast to Qiao Lan, there had been a brief moment of confrontation between them.

When Qiao Lan wouldn't eat it, he looked at her like that and said that if she didn't eat it, she would throw it all away, and finally Qiao Lan compromised.

Tan Mo stared blankly, suddenly diverted attention, anger was also diverted to nowhere, thoughtfully lowered his head, Qiao Lan does not know this moment Tan Mo's brain in the little plan, looking at the spilled soup helplessly, "I'll help you re-serve a copy of this one is not counted as your order, the restaurant can be compensated free of charge. The restaurant can compensate you free of charge."

Tan Mo came back to his senses.

"No," he gazed up at Qiao Lan, "I don't want it."

Qiao Lan looked down at the barely touched steak, Tan Mo had only eaten a little bit of it today, and she was going to be hungry when she got back.

"Then I'll pack it up and have Uncle Chen bring it back later."

Tan Mo's eyes twinkled, "I'll get Uncle Chen to drop it."

Qiao Lan: "......"

Tan Mo looked at Qiao Lan's speechlessness and finally felt a little better, thinking that Qiao Lan was finally going to give in just like last time, but Qiao Lan stopped smiling and looked away with a condescending expressionless face.

"Want to throw that away."

She really thinks that Tan Mo is a bear child at this moment, spoiled, Qiao Lan turned around and walked away.

Leaving Tan Mo with a bewildered and dismayed look in his eyes, when the bewilderment receded, all that was left was the storm.

Not long after Uncle Chen rushed over, as soon as he came over, he realized that today's atmosphere was not quite right, he cautiously glanced at Tan Mo's face, although his face was still expressionless as usual, the stormy anger had already come to his face.

What's going on?

Uncle Chen inexplicably took Tan Mo to the car, the car drove out for a long time before asking Tan Mo, "What's wrong? Quarrel?"

It was a long time before Tan Mo's muffled voice came from the back, "She said not to let me come back here."

Tan Mo's voice was just a bit lower than usual and muffled, it was still an icy tone without any ups and downs, but Uncle Chen could hear a tone of aggression from it.

Not letting Tan Mo come back to the restaurant, Uncle Chen had probably guessed why, but still asked, "Did Qiao Lan say why he didn't let you come?"

Uncle Chen would not give up any opportunity to communicate properly with Tan Mo, and every communication with mood swings was helpful to Tan Mo.

Tan Mo is silent for a moment and looks up, expressionless, at the distant streetlight and begins to state.

"Qiao Lan said that in three months I spent a total of 70,000 yuan and the amount of spending was too high, I said it wasn't high, she said it was high and it was a waste and that western restaurant food wasn't good for my health, she also said that we were friends and classmates and friends and classmates don't do that to each other so I didn't need to give her money or help her."

Although Uncle Chen has always felt sorry for Tan Mo's Asperger's, he sometimes thinks that this disease has some convenient points, such as not lying, not deceiving when answering questions, and being able to express the whole thing without a word of nonsense.

Though the order of words or emotions can be a little off.

After listening to Uncle Chen's description, it seemed that Qiao Lan's reason for not letting Tan Mo come was more or less the same as what he thought.

As a normal thinking person, Uncle Chen not only can appreciate Qiao Lan's feelings, but also appreciates Qiao Lan's way of doing things. However, if it is Tan Mo, he can't feel Qiao Lan's difficulty, and he won't think Qiao Lan is very difficult, his mind is like a computer program, with its own set of established logic, as long as the logic in his mind is reasonable, what others say is useless.

When I was still very young, probably three or four years old or younger, Tan Mo was once playing with a snowman in his room.

For normal children, they may not understand the principle that snow melts when exposed to heat, but they do understand that snow is not to be moved into a room.

Tan Mo's mother, who was still alive at the time, held Tan Mo's red, frozen hand and asked him why he was building a snowman in his room. Tan Mo's little face showed no expression as he said that he was not feeling well because of the wind outside.

Because it was uncomfortable with the wind outside, but I wanted to play in the snow, I moved the snow to my room to build a snowman in my room.

This is little Tan Mo's own logical thinking.

It seems unbelievably stupid to the casual observer.

Tan Mo was convinced when his mother waited with him for the snow to melt, telling him that it would turn into water, which would stain the floor and wet the couch.

Tan Mo is hard to give to change his mind unless you can convince him with more correct logic.

Tan Mo's mother can convince Tan Mo with the melting of snow, which is a natural phenomenon, intuitive and clear; but now Qiao Lan does not allow him to come to the restaurant because Qiao Lan's heart can not accept it, and how can Tan Mo be convinced when his heart can not accept it?

In Tan Mo's opinion, being helped is a pleasant thing, he can't understand why Qiao Lan would be embarrassed and unhappy if he helps her; and if Qiao Lan is unhappy because of his help, Tan Mo might think it's because she doesn't like him and that's why she doesn't want it.

Qiao Lan Not accepting his money is no different than not accepting his people.

Uncle Chen has a headache.

He used to want Tan Mo to have a friend that he could talk to and be nice to, and now that he has one, he's got a new problem.

Tan Mo does not do the same things to his friends as the average person, even his definition of friendship is very different from the average person.

The next day, Uncle Chen sent Tan Mo to school with fear and trepidation, and sent a text message to Qiao Lan, asking Qiao Lan not to cold-shoulder Tan Mo on purpose, as this would make Tan Mo's mind very stimulated.

Uncle Chen wouldn't have done it even if he hadn't told Qiao Lan.

Last night she had read about Asperger's until 2:00 a.m., and now her whole body was a little sleepy and she couldn't keep her eyes open.

But Qiao Lan talks to Tan Mo, and Tan Mo keeps his mouth shut and doesn't talk to Qiao Lan, and Qiao Lan tries to reason with Tan Mo, "Tan Mo, turning you down is not the same thing as refusing your help, and you've been helping me all semester, and I don't need it anymore."

Tan Mo finally opened up, "You need to, you're still working part-time."

Qiao Lan: "......"

Qiao Lan finally understands a line from the book.

For people with Asperger's, whatever fits their logic, they decide they are right and nothing anyone else can say will help.

Saying too much might even have the opposite effect.

Tan Mo pursed his lips, wanting to say something but not saying it after all.

When she left the restaurant that day, there was a moment when Tan Mo felt so bad that she wanted to never see Qiao Lan again or go to school.

However, the next day he still came to school, not only came but also continued to sit next to Qiao Lan. He was still angry at Qiao Lan for what he said and did there and didn't want to care about Qiao Lan, but on the other hand, he was worried that if he really didn't go, Qiao Lan wouldn't care about him any more.

Even though Qiao Lan doesn't accept that his cheating on his feelings made him so sad, he still doesn't want to make a clean break with Qiao Lan.

Pei Ning, who has no eyesight at all, even came to Qiao Lan to ask her an English question, and when she raised her eyes after asking, she met Tan Mo's shadowy gaze, and was shocked and shivered.

Then he quickly looked away and whispered in Qiao Lan's ear, "What's wrong with Tan Mo? I didn't mess with him?"

Qiao Lan : "... My question."

"You can still make Tan Mo angry?" Pei Ning expressed his surprise, he really thought that Qiao Lan was simply too good to be true when it came to Tan Mo.

Pei Ning's voice was small, and Tan Mo couldn't hear what they were saying, only that they were very close together and their hands were suddenly hard.

A soft, thin rattle.

Tan Mo looked down and saw that the tempered film had shattered, the tiny crumbs cutting a small gash in his fingertip and blood seeped out at once, dripping onto his white school uniform.

Qiao Lan turns around and sees the blood on Tan Mo's school uniform, and asks him what's wrong in a frightened voice, quickly pulling out a plate of band-aids from his school bag.

"Reach out," Qiao Lan said helplessly, looking at the uncooperative Tan Mo.

Tan Mo looked at her steadily, motionless.

Qiao Lan had no choice but to reach out and grab Tan Mo's wrist, wipe the blood on his fingertips with a tissue and wrap it up with a band-aid, "The monthly exam is coming up, I don't know if it will be affected."

Tan Mo drew his finger out in silence and said coldly, "No."

Then staring at a band-aid wrapped finger for nearly half an hour on the way home in the afternoon.

In two days it will be the first monthly exam of this semester, and when the results come out, Tan Mo, although still ranked first in his grade, for some reason his English score this time is actually less than one hundred and forty points.

Many were surprised, but were afraid to ask.

Tan Mo stuffed his English answer key into his book bag without saying a word.

In class English teacher Lao Liu put several English compositions on the class projector, saying that they were the high scoring compositions this time.

The English essay topic is friendship.

One of the three English essays that Lao Liu raves about, which say that friendship is sharing, that friendship is a bond that won't dissipate even if you don't see it for many years, and that it's a good thing that will make us all better, was written by Qiao Lan.

Tan Mo also writes about friendship.

His essay writes that friendship is possession, possession, an absolute domain where no third person is allowed.

Fifteen points for an essay that ended up with only two points, he threw his answer card into the trash can in silence.

In the afternoon, after school, Qiao Lan continues to work in a western restaurant. Tan Mo can no longer go to the western restaurant, and sits in the car watching Qiao Lan's back. Uncle Chen really doesn't want to see Tan Mo's back in such a state, so he turns on the car's radio in an attempt to attract Tan Mo's attention.

The result was that Tan Mo's attention was really drawn away.

Even Uncle Chen was shocked when he heard the news.

Uncle Chen was listening to the city's news, a mishmash of everything, where the traffic was backed up and where there was a car accident, and then he ended up listening to the radio saying that there had been a robbery last night in the early hours of the morning, and that two men had robbed a woman and injured her.

This kind of news in normal times would have elicited a few tweets at most, but if the robbery had taken place just down the street from the Western Restaurant, it would have been enough to put Tan Mo's entire being on edge.

The western restaurant where Qiao Lan works every day is in a busy part of the city, but it is not on a brightly lit street, which is safe in the daytime, but really quite dangerous at night.

Especially when it's late, there's not much on the streets and the girls are alone.

Tan Mo hadn't thought about it because she hadn't heard anything like this before, but now that she had heard it, all Tan Mo could think about was the standard voice of the host on the radio.

Even though he was angry and sad, he still thought of Qiao Lan's safety at the first moment. Tan Mo was rarely nervous and immediately asked Uncle Chen to turn the car around and go to the western restaurant.

Uncle Chen sighed, "Are we waiting for Qiao Lan to get off work to send her home? That's too late, how about this, we'll go home first, and then I'll come pick her up every night, is that okay?"

Tan Mo calmed down after his nervousness and remembered the situation he and Qiao Lan were in.

Tan Mo inexplicably doesn't want Qiao Lan to know that he still cares about her so much.

"No good", Tan Mo muffled, half a moment later, "Uncle Chen, you find someone to take her back every night", adding, "Follow secretly, don't let her find out. "

Uncle Chen: "......."

Why does it have to be so shafted when you obviously still care.

"OK," Uncle Chen agreed, but then he asked, "How long will you follow me?"

"I don't know."

Just keep working part-time and keep following.

Uncle Chen: "......."

Never mind you're happy.

Qiao Lan didn't have the slightest idea what was going on, but when they were working part-time, the team leader made a point of approaching them, saying that something had happened here recently, and telling them to be careful, especially the girls who worked the night shift, and made a point of handing out a bottle of spray and a fruit knife to each employee.

Qiao Lan: ......

It's been quiet for a few days now, and I've heard that the police have tracked down the two robbers, but it's always a good idea to be careful.

After loading everything up, Qiao Lan packed up her things and looked at the time, heading for home as usual.

It's 11:47 now, should be around 12:20 when I get home... I didn't have a lot of homework today, mostly because I almost finished it in between classes... But I still need to study for tomorrow's class...

Qiao Lan had been messing around with her plans for the night, and by the time she got to the bottom of Qiao's family building, it was exactly twelve-twenty.

Looking up, he was mildly surprised that the lights were on in the house.

By this time, all of Qiao's family should have gone to bed, unless Qiao's mother had stayed up late watching a TV show again, but she wouldn't turn on the lights in the living room so brightly when watching TV shows.

With the lights on, Qiao Lan's steps up the stairs slowed down, always feeling that something was going to happen.

After going upstairs and opening the door of the room, Qiao Lan looked up and saw that besides Qiao Yuan, Qiao's father Qiao's mother Qiao's mother were all there on the sofa in the living room, Qiao's father Qiao's mother was looking extremely ugly with an expression of watching a good show.

"Why are you standing at the door, why don't you come in?" When Qiao Lan came in, Qiao's mother stood up.

Old Mrs. Qiao tsked twice, "Maybe she has a ghost in her heart and doesn't dare to come in."

Qiao's father sat on the sofa with a face full of flesh and bellowed, "Get your ass in here!"

Qiao Lan narrowed her eyes and her foot to enter paused.

She came up guessing what might have happened, like Second Sister Qiao going back to her mother's house in tears and saying her husband had found a mistress, and Old Mrs. Qiao and Qiao's mother quarrelling again, or something like that, but definitely not thinking about herself.

After all, she didn't do anything.

But the stance of these three people in front of her now was as if she had done something great and unforgivable.

Qiao's mother Seeing her standing there and not moving suddenly became even more angry, "I can't hear you, right? Let you come in and close the door, you don't mind embarrassing yourself I'm still afraid that other people will hear you and be embarrassed!"

Qiao Lan wrinkles his brow, "How am I embarrassed?"

"This is still not recognized," Mrs. Qiao raised her eyebrows, "I said that every day to run out must have learned to be bad, not come back every day at night may not be where to do what, steal money from the family not to say that they do not recognize the account."

Qiao Lan finally heard what's going on. Suspecting her of stealing money from Qiao's family?

"I didn't steal it," Qiao Lan said.

"Your second sister came home some time ago and gave me twenty thousand dollars, I put it in the drawer under the coffee table, I haven't found it, and today I counted a thousand less," Qiao's mother took a stack of money and slapped it vigorously on the table, "You say where the money has gone. "Where did it go?

"I don't know, it wasn't me", Qiao Lan said with a grimace, "Go ask someone else."

"Not you who is it, ah, you say, your grandmother simply can not afford to spend money, your father and I can not take, Yuan Er I just gave a few days ago on the body has money enough to use, your big sister two sisters have not come recently, not you are a ghost to steal?"

"Then maybe it was really a ghost that stole it", Qiao Lan sneered with her eyes hanging down. Qiao's mother was irritated by Qiao Lan's attitude and couldn't sit still, "You don't admit it, do you? You think that you are good at studying so much that you have the ability to do something that we can't control, do you? "She stood up, turned around several times, and took a broom out of the toilet, "I'll ask again, did you steal it?"

"If not her, who else could it be, the cell phone has been bought, if not she took it, where did she get the money to buy a cell phone, but also said what working to earn," Mrs. Qiao blanked Qiao's mother a glance, a pair of small eyes staring at Qiao Lan, suddenly stood up, "Look at it, I'd say it's her who stole it, you see what's hanging around her neck...". Look at what's hanging around her neck..."

He said he was going to run over and grab the apple pendant on Qiao Lan's neck.

Qiao Lan slapped away Old Lady Qiao's hand to protect her neck, and Old Lady Qiao's voice became even more shrill, "Let's just beat this skinless one to death directly..."

Qiao's father, who hadn't said anything all along, finally jumped up when Old Lady Qiao was pushed aside by Qiao Lan, his fat face full of horizontal meat shook, and with one hand he swiped over the broom in Qiao's mother's hand and bellowed, "Get the hell over here..."

Qiao Lan pushes the door open as soon as she can and runs under the building.

Qiao's father ran out after him with a broom.

Qiao Lan's body is much more robust at a young age, and Qiao's father, who is fat and wearing slippers, probably didn't expect that Qiao Lan, who has always been introverted and timid, would dare to run away, and chased after her while scolding her in the staircase, so that when she got to the bottom of the building, Qiao Lan would have already disappeared.

Left and right to find no one, angry and cursed a good half day before going up, he did not believe that Qiao Lan not come back, and so come back must be beaten to death.

Qiao Lan ran out of the neighborhood until she reached the road, then she sighed with relief and crouched under the streetlight to even out her breath.

If Qiao's father catches her today, she could be beaten to death.

Now it's safe for now, but looking at the empty street in front of her, Qiao Lan is a bit worried again.

Where to now? Where to after?

The western restaurant was closed, she couldn't go back, and it wasn't like she could possibly hang out on the street all night as a girl, or go to an internet cafe and hang out all night like some guys.

Get a room?

It hurts to think about it.

But I can't think of any other way, I can only use my phone to open the Meituan, search for the nearest hotel, find a slightly cheaper hotel, first deal with the past today, and then wait for tomorrow to think about the things after that.

Crouching on the road, scratching his phone, looking left and right, finally saw a home that he could accept, and then clicked on the map to take a look at the road after identifying a little bit, and then was about to stand up, a black car from the distance slid over, and finally parked in front of the Qiao Lan.

The door of the car slowly opened, dressed in a very thin teenager, pale and gloomy eyes, sitting in the car condescendingly looked at the squatting on the road hugged into a ball with a dumbfounded face Qiao Lan.

The two of them looked at each other for almost half a minute before the teenager finally turned his face away expressionlessly and said.

"Don't come up yet."