Chapter 82: Reason

For a moment, Tan Mo's heartbeat froze.

The ring Qiao Lan made up for him broke.

A small piece of willow came off his fingers and lay quietly in his hand.

So he still shouldn't have wished for something more permanent, you see, but a little ring, just a minute, has broken off.

Tan Mo does not want to think like this, too funeral too painful, but once such a thought, more similar thoughts began to constantly erode the mind, to ordinary people is just because the force used is too large, and the willow is too brittle, so naturally broken, but Tan Mo always think of some extra things.

The broken willows were like some symbol, like they too would come to an abrupt end one day...

Tan Mo clutched the thin willow, and Qiao Lan next to him was startled by Tan Mo.

The desks of the senior students are stacked with stacks of books, and a little lowering of the head can almost block out their own silhouettes. On the podium, the teacher was still lecturing. Remembering the previous experience of being criticized by the class teacher, Qiao Lan should have attended the class properly, but looking at Tan Mo's condition, Qiao Lan couldn't care less for the time being.

"What's wrong," Qiao Lan whispered as she pressed her head down, but Tan Mo stared at her blankly, Qiao Lan looked at Tan Mo's trembling eyes, then at Tan Mo's clenched left hand.

Quietly reached out and grabbed Tan Mo's wrist, forcefully yanked Tan Mo's hand over, then broke the firmly clenched fingers apart one by one, and finally saw the small willow that had been pinched and twisted and had come apart.

Qiao Lan was angry and heartbroken.

Not only does Asperger's make people unable to read other people's minds, it also always makes them overthink and prone to thinking about things they don't want to think about, and Tan Mo doesn't feel very secure at all.

Qiao Lan sighed and took the wicker out of Tan Mo's hand, grabbed his stiff hand and pinched Tan Mo's finger and whispered, "This is a randomly woven wicker and not a real ring, and I didn't weave it very tightly, so how normal is it to break it, reach out."

Tan Mo hesitantly held out his hand, and Qiao Lan rewound the willow around Tan Mo's fingers, this time with great care, especially at the interface.

"If it breaks, we can just re-tie it", Qiao Lan finally re-braided the pinky ring, "There, our Momo fingers look so nice."

Tan Mo looked down and gazed at the ring on her finger, the feeling of a stagnant heartbeat finally dissipating a little, her heartbeat returning to normal, this time she didn't dare to move her finger for fear of breaking it again by accident. Even though Qiao Lan said it was nothing, Tan Mo still attached great importance to it, even though it was made of willow, it was in the shape of a finger ring, so it still had a special significance.

The teacher, standing on the podium, looks down and sees Qiao Lan and Tan Mo with their heads together.

These students! They all think that if there is a stack of books blocking the teacher, they can't see anything, but in fact, the teacher can see everything clearly when he is standing on the top!

The teacher turned a blind eye for half a day, and when she turned her head to see the two of them still together, she was about to mention something, when she saw that Qiao Lan had finally sat up straight.

Okay, forget it. Just give it another chance.

Qiao Lan resumed listening attentively, Tan Mo stared at the ring on her hand for a while before carefully removing it from her finger, and after finally taking it off in one piece Tan Mo breathed a sigh of relief and opened a thick leather book, sandwiching the ring inside the book.

That's better.

Either way, it won't disconnect again.

Qiao Lan usually goes to Tan Mo's house on weekends, but this week, by coincidence, a dormitory roommate had a birthday.

The eight girls in the Qiao Lan dormitory, although they usually have their own cliques, have a good relationship with each other except for Xiang Xiaohan.

Senior birthday, usually over the eighteen-year-old Bat Mitzvah birthday, the girl has always been focused on the sense of ceremony, so this birthday still need to celebrate, even Bai Yu weekend also deliberately stayed behind did not go home.

Ten or so girls went out to eat, and then Bai Yu suggested a sing-along at the end, so Qiao Lan, who had planned to go home, couldn't make it to Tan Mo's house.

It was hard to wait for the weekend Tan Mo, but I ended up not even seeing my girlfriend.

By the time we got to free sparring practice that day, Tan Mo was as cranky as he could be.

Coach tangled for a long time and asked him tentatively, "What's this, the girl you like is with someone else?"

As soon as the words left his mouth, he received Tan Mo's murderous and vicious eye-knife.

Coach: "...... I'm sorry it was my mouth."

Coach instantly conceded that it wasn't your expression that was so horrible, and combined with what Tan Mo had said before, this was the first thing that came to Coach's mind.

Tan Mo took a deep hard breath and spoke, "We're together."

Coach: "Oh, congratulations...???? Together????"

Didn't you say it's impossible to be together for the rest of your life? Didn't you say it's impossible to catch up for the rest of your life?

And why are you so emo if you're already together?

But the coach did not have the guts to ask again, Tan Mo does not seem to have the desire to say, when Uncle Chen came to pick up the evening, Uncle Chen cheerfully did not mind gossiping with the coach, "the little girl accompanied her roommate's birthday to go did not accompany him, upset about it."

The coach, who is nearly thirty years old and can't understand the sticky relationship between a young couple, is speechless, but when he looks at Tan Mo again, his mindset changes instantly. Originally thought Tan Mo every day cold like an overly mature big brother, but because of this reason quarrel, the coach from the heart sighs, in fact, is still a teenage child.

"Tan Mo had a very unhappy weekend, and when classes resumed on Monday, she was not in a good mood.

The countdown hanging at the front of the classroom diminishes every day, the homeroom teacher points to the countdown every day and yells that time is running out, and the students lament that time is passing too quickly, except Tan Mo who wishes that time could go faster.

Hurry up and graduate. Three months of vacation after graduation. Tan Mo is longing for it just thinking about it.

The uncomfortable campus life continued, interspersed with the occasional bit of something that put him in a slightly better mood, like his speculation.

Tan Mo came into contact with stock speculation because of Qiao Lan, and after contacting it, he found that it was very interesting and the more he studied it, the more interesting it became. Tan Mo, who was already exceptionally gifted and interested in mathematics, found something here that ordinary people could not see.

I lost a bit of money when I first started playing, but after that Tan Mo hardly ever lost any money.

He also used Qiao Lan card money to buy a small share, at that time promised Qiao Lan earn count Qiao Lan, lose count for him, and it is with Qiao Lan's money to buy this small share of stock, the recent momentum is not generally good. Tan Mo used Qiao Lan nearly 10,000 dollars, and now there is one more zero.

Tan Mo decided not to tell Qiao Lan the good news for the time being, after all, this stock still has potential, we can wait until after graduation when everything is stabilized and then give her a little surprise.

Emotionally, the temporary lack of fulfillment in Tan Mo's one-sidedness causes Tan Mo to have to divert his mind a little bit in order to feel a little bit better, such as his speculation, such as boxing, but in spite of this, Tan Mo doesn't sleep particularly well at night.

Tan Mo told himself again and again in his heart that it was not Qiao Lan's problem, it was because of his own psychological problem, because he was always different from others, he could not use his own pathological needs and desires to ask Qiao Lan, Qiao Lan would not like him like this.

Qiao Lan won't like him like this, Qiao Lan won't like him like that, he has many behaviors that Qiao Lan will definitely not like.

The more he thought about it, the more desperate Tan Mo became; he couldn't find anything good about himself that was worth liking.

Tan Mo suffered from insomnia for two nights in a row, thus causing Tan Mo, who was never in good spirits, to actually fall asleep during class.

Teachers never cared about Tan Mo, but Qiao Lan did, and Qiao Lan had never seen Tan Mo sleep in class.

Qiao Lan reached out and shook Tan Mo's hand when the teacher wasn't looking.

It's cool, not hot.

No fever no sickness.

Tan Mo woke up and grabbed Qiao Lan's hand with his backhand, Qiao Lan glanced at the teacher and asked him in a whisper, "What's wrong with you, are you not feeling well."

No, Tan Mo shook his head.

Just miss you.

Even when you're sitting next to me, holding my hand, I still feel like I miss you.

Qiao Lan looked at Tan Mo's face and suddenly wanted to reach out and touch his face, but her hand was still in Tan Mo's grip. Qiao Lan was about to pull her hand out, but Tan Mo suddenly gripped it more tightly, and Tan Mo grabbed her dead and stared at her for a long time before suddenly saying.

"Qiao Lan."

"Hmm?"

Qiao Lan froze, for Tan Mo had never called her directly by her name with such seriousness.

"What's wrong," Qiao Lan said softly.

I have always wanted to ask you a question, since we were together, but at that time he did not dare, because it was not easy to be together, he was afraid that if he asked Qiao Lan clearly maybe he would regret it.

They started too dreamy, because of his uncontrollable kiss, so everything became out of control, they didn't say anything, he didn't tell Qiao Lan that he liked it, and Qiao Lan never said why she kissed him back and why she was with him, it was just that natural together. He sometimes thought that Qiao Lan might just be confused and didn't think clearly, and the moment she finally thought clearly, it would be the time for them to separate.

That's why Tan Mo always wanted her to stay this confused, all the time, and not figure out why.

That's clearly what I thought when we were just together, and it's okay even if we stay confused, as long as we're together.

But it's only been a few days past and he's become unsatisfied, he's become emboldened and wants to ask why.

Tan Mo Are you not afraid, he asked himself in his heart, why ask it, why can not pretend to know nothing nothing happened it, already together why still not satisfied, those so-called why is really that important?

As it turns out, there always is.

In love, everyone likes to ask why, like to get to the bottom of the matter, sometimes even if the answer is not so good, always want to ask a clear question to understand.

So, Tan Mo grabbed Qiao Lan's hand in a death grip, suppressed his frantic heartbeat, and spoke in a deep voice.

"Why the hell did you..."

Tan Mo paused before finally, with great difficulty, finishing the whole sentence.

"Why stay with me."