Chapter 38: Scar

Qiao Lan knew that Tan Mo was very dependent on her now, but Uncle Chen's words sounded a bit strange, so Qiao Lan didn't think much of it.

Uncle Chen frankly admits that he does have the idea of helping her, but he also needs Qiao Lan's help, and Qiao Lan feels that he has been convinced.

Qiao Lan went upstairs to pack up her things and sighed, "Why don't you go there when you can live in a good place with good food?

I'm so realistic.

Qiao Lan didn't have a lot of stuff, she brought some clothes and books, so she got down quickly and waited for the bus to chat with Uncle Chen.

There are some things that Uncle Chen would not say when Tan Mo is around, but now that Tan Mo is not around, Uncle Chen has nothing to hide, such as Qiao Lan's real family situation.

Uncle Chen asked her if her parents would be anxious if she didn't go home, etc. Qiao Lan didn't have to hide it from them. Standing as a bystander to talk about Qiao's family, Qiao Lan felt that she was in a very good state of mind.

Uncle Chen looked at the girl with a blank expression in the rearview mirror, and thought to himself that this child was indeed much more mature than the average child of this age.

Tan Mo because of his illness, so it is difficult to make friends with people of his own age, at first Uncle Chen thought, if one day Tan Mo has a good relationship with a friend, that friend should be a little older than Tan Mo, if it is the same age, it will also be more mature than his peers, because then he can have more patience to tolerate Tan Mo's temper, tirelessly to resolve his indifference, so as to slowly understand him. and slowly understand him.

Uncle Chen watched Tan Mo grow up to be so big, from being indifferent and distant a few years ago, to the present little by little change, no one knows how happy Uncle Chen felt. Although Tan Mo is still expressionless, he is slowly learning how to take the initiative, how to care for people, and how to understand a richer range of emotions, such as happiness, anger, disappointment, and even grievances.

The teenager's world, which had always been only black and white, was slowly re-adding some new colors, slowly, but already he was pleasantly surprised by the overwhelming progress.

Uncle Chen knew how hard it was for Tan Mo to meet such a person, that's why Uncle Chen would try to seize every opportunity to bring Tan Mo and Qiao Lan closer, such as today's remarks, such as he had specially talked to the head of the school's year group, hoping that Qiao Lan and Tan Mo could be put in the same class.

Luckily, Qiao Lan's grades are also very good, otherwise it would be a little difficult to handle.

Tan Mo doesn't really have a close-up favorite for the upcoming summer vacation, although he says he now has Qiao Lan's phone number to contact him, and Qiao Lan says she'll come to see him sometime, and treats him to a meal out.

But it doesn't say exactly when, and even when it does, it's only once or twice.

Summer vacation is so long, almost two months of vacation, once or twice is just too little.

Why is summer vacation so long, can't it be a little shorter like winter vacation.

Retaking a book from the shelf, it cleared the jumble of thoughts out of his head, and for a moment there was only symbols and words that his peers couldn't read or understand.

Once Tan Mo was fully engaged in something, it was hard for movement to disturb him, and he felt a little thirsty after concentrating on everything he wanted to read, which led him to open the door of his room and prepare to go to the kitchen for a drink of water.

And then only to see someone in his own home that had him transfixed for half a day.

Qiao Lan is sitting on the sofa in front of the coffee table, holding a book in his hand, which is the set of world history that Tan Mo gave to Qiao Lan. Just now after entering the door, there was no movement in Tan Mo's room, and Uncle Chen said that Tan Mo was reading a book, so Qiao Lan didn't bother to go in and disturb him.

Smiling at the dumbfounded Tan Mo, Qiao Lan pointed to the cut sweet oranges on the table, "Finished watching, take a break and have something to eat?"

Tan Mo was still a bit unresponsive until Uncle Chen came out of his room and explained briefly to Tan Mo, who turned his head to Qiao Lan and said, "You don't have to take care of me."

"Hmm?" Qiao Lan looked up.

"Auntie Chen is away, so it's fine for you to stay here."

It's good that you're living there. You don't have to take care of him or do anything. Tan Mo thinks it's good enough that Qiao Lan is here. It's very good.

Uncle Chen was so happy to see Tan Mo being so honest, he knew that coaxing Qiao Lan into his home would definitely be beneficial.

Tan Mo's initial unhappiness is followed by a sudden blank stare, and then, as if in hindsight, she becomes happier, but then there's an overwhelming nervousness, and although her face remains expressionless, Qiao Lan sees Tan Mo's everyday gesture of drawing circles on her plate when she's nervous.

Dinner is made by Tan Mo's full-time nutritionist and delivered at regular intervals. Usually Auntie Tan makes her own meals according to the nutritionist's ration, but now Auntie Tan is away so the nutritionist comes in person instead.

Although Qiao Lan used to work all over the world and had a rich life experience, she grew up without a family, so she was not very good at cooking, the only thing she was good at was making desserts and making coffee, after all, she used to work in a coffee shop for a long time. After all, she had worked in a coffee shop for a long time. At that time, she was in college, and the cafe she went to was not far from the school, not a big store, but it was very unique, and the owner was Qiao Lan's direct schoolmate, who often taught her how to make desserts in her spare time.

Qiao Lan took a look around the kitchen, Auntie Chen should be a person who likes to study cooking, the kitchen has all kinds of tools, and the refrigerator has all kinds of fresh ingredients that are delivered to her every day.

As she watched, Qiao Lan had an idea.

Tan Mo has a sweet tooth, as Qiao Lan discovered after sitting at the same table with Tan Mo for two months.

The ostensibly cold teenager is actually a sweet tooth, a great contrast, but kinda cute.

Qiao Lan took her cell phone and searched her memory for a few desserts that she had made before, and they were pretty good. After all, she hadn't made them for too long and didn't remember much, so she took a screenshot of the desserts after searching for them and saved them.

Waiting for a chance to try it out.

I didn't expect the opportunity to come so quickly.

Aunt Chen's hometown is not too far away from here, it's about a three-hour drive by car. Before Uncle Chen said that something had happened to Aunt Chen's family, he didn't say what it was, but a few days later, Uncle Chen told Qiao Lan that he had to go over there, and that he'd be back tomorrow after today's departure, so he had to ask Qiao Lan to take special care of Tan Mo for one day.

Qiao Lan stayed at Tan Mo's place for a few days, and after observing Tan Mo's daily life from a close distance, she realized that Tan Mo is actually very independent in her life.

Except for sometimes not being able to reach the books on the high shelves, Tan Mo could do almost everything by himself, bathing, sleeping, changing clothes, but Uncle Chen still explained a lot to Qiao Lan, there are things that Tan Mo must not eat, such as checking the windows of Tan Mo's room before going to bed, he can't stand the wind at night, and he can't sleep with lights, etc. at night. He can't stand the night breeze, and he can't sleep with lights at night, etc.

Qiao Lan took a small notebook and wrote down all of them. Tan Mo, who was sitting in the room but could hear Uncle Chen and Qiao Lan talking, began to draw circles on the book with a pen nervously.

Although he has been sitting at the same table with Qiao Lan for half a year, he is still nervous about Qiao Lan coming to the house. Qiao Lan has been around all the time lately, so Tan Mo is finally less nervous, but now that Uncle Chen is going to leave, which means that it's just the two of them, Tan Mo is getting nervous again.

Uncle Chen said and laughed, in fact there is nothing to worry about, Tan Mo is not a small child who can not leave the people, before father Tan Mo will often let Tan Mo go to their own side to live, he is taking the opportunity to say these to Qiao Lan.

When Uncle Chen took a short break after noon, he drove off. In the afternoon, Qiao Lan glanced towards Tan Mo's still quiet room, found out a bunch of diagrams that he had taken screenshots of that day, and after deleting the things that Tan Mo had avoided, he went into the kitchen and began to ponder over them.

The room was small, about a hundred and forty-five, and it was so quiet that Tan Mo, sitting in his room, could hear Qiao Lan pulling open the refrigerator, probably looking for something.

Tan Mo stares at the book in front of him for a moment, controlling the wheelchair from the room.

Slowly entering the kitchen, Tan Mo saw Qiao Lan wearing the apron that Auntie Chen usually wears and holding her cell phone, looking for something.

"Did I disturb you," Qiao Lan put down her cell phone, "I was hoping for less noise."

"No," Tan Mo said, staring at Qiao Lan's apron. Aunt Chen wore it every day, and Tan Mo never noticed anything, but now that it was on Qiao Lan, Tan Mo couldn't take her eyes off of it, and again, as she had sometimes done before, an indescribable feeling of intimacy welled up in her heart.

"Are you," Tan Mo finally put his eyes on something else, "cooking."

"I don't know how to cook," Qiao Lan smiled, "I want to try making dessert, Tan Mo, do you like pudding, I'm not bad at pudding."

Tan Mo pushed his wheelchair in, his eyes fell on the ingredients on the table, and he said lowly, "Love it."

If you like it, Qiao Lan is even more excited.

Some of the difficult desserts she forgot almost, and do not dare to make a fool of herself, easy a little bit or quite sure, she previously helped her sister to do the egg pudding, come to the coffee shop guests kinda like.

Bring the water to a boil and then add the sugar and stir well to make sugar water, then add the egg and milk to the sugar water and stir well.

Tan Mo sat in her wheelchair and watched Qiao Lan carefully handle the ingredients, watching her mix a cup of sugar with boiling water and then cook and cook and cook, the kitchen gradually overflowing with the sweet smell of caramel.

Seeing Tan Mo's interest, Qiao Lan brought the model to the table, carefully poured the caramel and pudding ingredients into the model bit by bit, filled the baking dish with water and put it into the oven.

"Just wait fifteen minutes, and then you can knead a couple more coconut mango rolls while you're at it."

This is a small dessert made of glutinous rice, sticky, sweet, sticky, Qiao Lan himself very much like.

Tan Mo watched her long and thin fingers, skillfully and quickly mixing the glutinous rice with water and kneading it into dough. Tan Mo's eyes moved up Qiao Lan's fingers a little bit and finally landed on Qiao Lan's face.

His table is really amazing.

Clearly about his age, but so powerful.

Her fingers had gotten sticky rice powder on them and accidentally rubbed it on her face. Tan Mo stared at the white sticky rice powder on Qiao Lan's face and suddenly wanted to reach out and wipe it off.

Qiao Lan made a couple of small desserts and then added a fresh fruit loaf, all chosen from Tan Mo's favorite fruits.

Tan Mo is particularly fond of the Coconut Mango Rolls, but Qiao Lan doesn't dare to let Tan Mo eat too much of them, as they are made of glutinous rice, which makes her stomach a bit uncomfortable.

After dinner, Uncle Chen called and asked if the two of them were well. Qiao Lan told Uncle Chen that Tan Mo had gone to take a bath, and Uncle Chen was relieved. Qiao Lan told Uncle Chen that Tan Mo had gone to take a bath, and Uncle Chen was relieved. After the phone call, Tan Mo came out after taking a bath, and the teenager changed his clothes and came out in a wheelchair. I don't know whether it was because of the bath or Qiao Lan's illusion, but Qiao Lan always felt that Tan Mo's face was paler than usual.

Qiao Lan was instantly a bit uneasy, and busily asked Tan Mo if he was uncomfortable anywhere, and once he thought about what he ate at night, "Is it a stomach ache?"

"No," Tan Mo said, her hair not quite dry, her hair soft and looking extraordinarily well-behaved and trustworthy, "there's no discomfort."

Qiao Lan frowned at Tan Mo, her brow wrinkled.

Tan Mo was used to looking at each other's eyes when she spoke, but now she wasn't looking at her at all, and Qiao Lan was instantly reminded of the last time Tan Mo had lied to her that she wasn't taking a language test because she wasn't feeling well.

Qiao Lan felt uneasy, but Tan Mo insisted that it was fine, said good night to Qiao Lan as usual, and turned to go into her room.

Qiao Lan looked at the teenager's thin back for a while, before returning to her room.

Still a little uneasy either way, he opened the door to his room and then lay down on his bed to continue reading the book about Asperger's that he had downloaded earlier.

Sleeping enough during the day makes you less sleepy at night, and as the clock ticks past twelve, Qiao Lan suddenly hears something fall to the floor in Tan Mo's room.

Qiao Lan suddenly rolled up from the bed.

But after the sound, silence returned, as if something had accidentally fallen.

Qiao Lan's brows furrowed as she got out of bed and carefully made her way over to Tan Mo's room, which was very quiet, and everything seemed like an illusion to her, until she suddenly heard a very low, but extraordinarily clear sound of enduring pain in the night.

Qiao Lan knocked sharply on Tan Mo's door, "Tan Mo, what's wrong with you?"

There was another sudden silence in the room, but it was followed by a clunk.

Qiao Lan's face changed steeply, "Tan Mo, I'm coming in," he said as he opened the door and walked in turning on the lights.

In the light Tan Mo sits half on the bed pale, the drawer that had been pulled open from shock falling to the floor, clutching a tiny bottle of pills in his right hand.

Qiao Lan was stunned before he sprinted over to him and was about to ask him what was wrong when his gaze was suddenly met by the teenager's right leg, which had been rubbed up against his pants leg by the covers due to his panic.

A hideous seven- or eight-centimeter-long scar was imprinted on the blindingly white skin.