Chapter 92: Real

Qiao Lan looked at the young man lying on the bed, not knowing what to say.

Although men and women are different and can't empathize, you only need to think about it with your brain to know that it's definitely not a good feeling.

Hard to hold back or something ......

Qiao Lan, who had finally figured out his resolve, stared at the teenager who had rolled himself up into a chrysalis for a while, and reached out to poke Tan Mo, "Momo ..."

Tan Mo whole person suddenly shrinks more tightly, turned his head to quickly look at Qiao Lan a glance, rolled himself farther wrapped more tightly, his voice muffled indescribable aggrieved and pitiful.

"Don't touch me, stay away from me."

Qiao Lan: "......"

Even if I can make up my mind to accept Tan Mo.

But that's about it.

Tan Mo is in such a state, do you want to grab Tan Mo and say that you are xiangyao?

No way!

Qiao Lan winced.

She is a reserved and shy girl paper!

This kind of thing is scary to think about.

So Qiao Lan could only lie on her side, watching Tan Mo roll himself into a pile of snails, and if she listened carefully, she could hear the teenager's occasional mutterings.

Qiao Lan couldn't hear what he was saying, but after a few moments of thought, she cautiously moved over to him, and finally heard the teenager muttering to himself.

Periodic Table of Elements.

Qiao Lan: "......."

The mood grew more and more complicated.

And heartbroken and wanting to laugh and speechless.

After lying beside her for a while, Qiao Lan suddenly wondered if it would be better for her to go out at this time, and if her presence here would be a bit too much for Tan Mo to handle.

The thought of that made sense to Qiao Lan.

Tan Mo said to lie down for a while. How long do we have to lie down like this?

Give Tan Mo some time to stay, and you can go out and call Uncle Chen to ask if Tan Mo's drinking has anything to do with it, and then make some sobering stuff, tea, congee, whatever.

She's not quite sure, so she can just look it up on her cell phone when she gets out.

Thinking this way, Qiao Lan rolled up from the bed and did not touch Tan Mo again, but only said to Tan Mo, "I will go to the kitchen to make something to sober up, you lie down for a while..."

Before the words fell out of his mouth, the teenager who had just formed a ball suddenly stretched out his hand and clutched Qiao Lan's wrist.

"No," Tan Mo finally stops memorizing the periodic table of elements, and his hands, wrapped up in the blankets or overheated for some other reason, grip Qiao Lan's wrists tightly and just won't let go.

"I'm not leaving," Qiao Lan explained patiently, patting Tan Mo's arm with her other hand, "I'm just going to like the kitchen."

"No," Tan Mo said, and a long time later those beautiful light brown eyes, still bright and amazing, looked at Qiao Lan with an indescribable look of resignation and whispered, "Don't leave me."

Qiao Lan's heart softened at once.

"No go, no go," Qiao Lan sat back down, backhanded Tan Mo's hand, interlocking her fingers, her voice gentle beyond words, "not going anywhere, just staying with you."

"Uh-huh," Tan Mo hmmm'd in satisfaction, and the boy's long body moved over from the side of the bed, laying his cheek against Qiao Lan's hand, which he was holding, and laying down obediently.

The drunken teenager's cheeks were hot, probably because he liked Qiao Lan's slightly cooler temperature hand, and not only did he stick to it, but he also rubbed it satisfactorily.

Not like a coyote pup this time, but like a pampered cat.

What horrible skills are these!

Qiao Lan felt her heart melting.

It's a crime for a boy to be cute like this, do you know that!

Tan Mo didn't know that he was clinging to Qiao Lan's chest full of pink bubbles, he sighed deeply and then said something.

Qiao Lan didn't hear him clearly again, pinched Tan Mo's earlobe and leaned down to ask him, "What was said, I didn't hear it."

"I want to string a small rope on you" drunk Tan Mo unusually honest, usually how many little ninety-nine in the heart never dare to say out, tonight one after another to pour out, although the voice is small, but Qiao Lan still heard it.

Qiao Lan : ......???

"Why string a rope?"

"Tie it up," Tan Mo grabbed Qiao Lan's hand again and rubbed it, finishing with a slightly sheepish whisper, "so you can never leave me."

Qiao Lan was stunned and silent for a long time before saying, "Why do you always think I'll leave."

Is she not doing good enough? That's why Tan Mo is still insecure.

Recently, Tan Mo has been behaving normally, much happier and more liberal than before, and Qiao Lan has finally relaxed a little in her heart.

She thought that after what she had said, after saying I like you again and again and again, Tan Mo shouldn't think like that anymore.

But today, Tan Mo is drunk, and they say that drunken reactions are the truest reactions.

Once Qiao Lan thought that Tan Mo would never lie, never hide his feelings and thoughts, but ever since she realized that Tan Mo had liked her for a long time, but had kept it to himself, never letting her see it, Qiao Lan no longer dared to think that way.

So was all this time of happiness also a pretense on his part, or maybe his worry never went away.

But why on earth? Why do you always think she'll leave.

The teenager tightened his grip on her hand and closed his eyes.

Why.

Some residual sound in the depths of childhood, because Tan Mo's own resistance, so usually do not think about it, but the more repressed the more you want to forget, but often counterproductive will always be buried deeper and deeper.

He didn't want to leave these memories behind, but they would always spontaneously run to him from time to time, just like now, when he still vividly remembered what his cousin had said at his grandfather's funeral.

You don't have a heart, you can't love people, so no one will love you, no one will like you, everyone will leave you.

"No one's going to like me all the time," Tan Mo said softly, as if to himself and as if to fate, as he closed his eyes and curled himself up, "Everyone's going to leave me..."

Qiao Lan's grip on Tan Mo's hand tightened suddenly, and she wanted to say sharply that she wouldn't, that she would never leave him, but the teenager continued.

"They say I don't have a heart, that I can't love people," Tan Mo said, looking up at Qiao Lan, "but I really love you."

Qiao Lan's eyes were so sore that tears almost rolled out.

"Don't you go, don't leave me", the teenager said as he looked at her, "I'm going to love you so much, no one will love you more than me."

Mom used to say that in the future you must be happier with someone who loves you, not someone you love.

So.

"So it's good to have me", I will always be there for you, I will always take care of you and protect you, there will be no one who can do it better than me, so just stay with me forever and never ever don't leave me ok.

Qiao Lan's tears couldn't stop falling, and her fingers brushed Tan Mo's cheeks.

"Good."

Maybe she hadn't done enough, or maybe there were too many shadows left over from the teen's dark childhood and the loss of her mother for any of that to matter.

Since the past cannot be changed, do better in the future.

Tan Mo doesn't dare to believe it, so little by little she makes him believe it, makes him believe that she really does love him too, far more than he could ever imagine.

Tan Mo finally calmed down, and after pressing her cheek against Qiao Lan's for a while, she suddenly reached into the nightstand drawer next to her and felt around for a long time.

Finally felt out a small colored rope.

It's leftover colored rope from a bracelet I made for Tan Mo.

I don't know what Tan Mo was doing hiding in the nightstand.

I'm not sure what Tan Mo's intentions were in the beginning, but it's pretty obvious what they are now.

Tan Mo wrapped the thin colored rope around Qiao Lan's wrist, then tied a dead knot, and only after confirming that it was very sturdy was he satisfied with it and took out two more threads to lengthen the originally short colored rope.

The length of the three colored ropes is close to two meters, Tan Mo said with satisfaction, "Pick up a little longer so you can run a little farther, but you can't run away."

The corners of Qiao Lan's lips lifted, "Yeah can't run away."

She wasn't thinking of running, either.

Tan Mo couldn't tie it for herself after she tied it for Qiao Lan, who took it, "I'll do it."

Tan Mo obediently stretched out his hand, still Qiao Lan also tied a dead knot on his wrist.

After tying it, Tan Mo asked uneasily, "Is it done?"

"Okay."

"Are you sure?"

"OK."

"Oh," after five seconds of silence, "is it a dead end?"

Qiao Lan didn't hold back another laugh, "Dead end, can't untie it."

Can't unravel that's good.

Tan Mo tugged on this end of the colored rope, pulled on that end, and pulled Qiao Lan's hand over to her, her childlike eyes curving up.

Qiao Lan smiled back, "Now then, I'm going to go to the kitchen for a drink, do you want to come with me."

"Go," Tan Mo rolled out of bed.

"Then I have to wash my face and brush my teeth later", Qiao Lan said as she walked.

Tan Mo didn't even think about it, "Together."

"And sleep."

"... Together."

"And what about the fact that I still want to take a shower?"

The drunken Tan Mo was so honest and amusing that Qiao Lan couldn't help but pick up on it.

Tan Mo, who had been "together" all along, finally stopped talking, and after a long while said, "Let's not wash it."

Tan Mo was suddenly shy.

Qiao Lan suddenly said here, Tan Mo just thought about it for a moment and then braked, not daring to think about it.

Even though I was drunk today, I still had a good memory of what had just happened.

He didn't want to lie on his back and wait for the reaction to pass ......

It's really not a good feeling at all.

Qiao Lan couldn't hold back her laughter.

Tan Mo, who is so honest that he can't hide anything, is really too cute, no matter whether he is serious or joking.

Qiao Lan now wondered what Tan Mo's expression and reaction would be when she woke up and saw the colored ropes on their hands.

Usually acting like a decent person.

It turns out to be full of tricks.

Tugging on a small colorful rope, Tan Mo followed Qiao Lan and carried all of her toiletries to her bathroom. With smiling eyes, he and Qiao Lan washed their faces and brushed their teeth together, but he also felt that this kind of atmosphere was particularly good, and remembered that if he didn't take a bath, he pulled Qiao Lan to sit on a small bench and soak his feet.

He also stepped on Qiao Lan's delicate white feet from time to time.

Finally, he sat back in his chair and watched Qiao Lan remake the messy bed.

The girl was still wearing the couple's outfit she'd bought out today, a casual shirt with a short skirt that showed off her long, straight, two long legs.

Qiao Lan made the bed and sat on the edge with Tan Mo, "Do you want to sleep inside or outside..."

Before the words left his mouth, his voice hitched steeply.

The teenager suddenly stood up, walked over and then half-kneeled in front of Qiao Lan, leaned down, on the girl's bare and beautiful calves, gently kissed.