Guide To Raising the Sick Villain

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(Read the previous chapter before reading it!!! The previous chapter has been greatly changed, and the plot has changed a lot, please read it again)

At this moment, Boston time, 12:30 noon, is 12 hours different from China, which means that Qiao Lan's side is 12:30 in the morning.

Qiao Lan finally got Tan Mo's cell phone number tonight, and after work was over, she used the proprietress' cell phone to call Tan Mo's number.

There was some noise at the other end of the conversation, Tan Mo didn't know if it was a cold or something, his voice was a little hoarse.

"Tan Mo, do you have a cold? Why is your voice a little hoarse?" Qiao Lan asked him, and after a long while, she replied, "No."

Then there was no sound again.

If Qiao Lan hadn't known what kind of person Tan Mo was, and knew that he was usually so taciturn, this phone call really wouldn't last.

When talking with Tan Mo, except when Tan Mo talked a lot when talking about topics or books that he was particularly interested in, the rest of the time, especially in normal chats, Tan Mo could not talk, no If you ask him, he will never take the initiative to speak.

Qiao Lan found out that this is a common problem of Asperger's syndrome, because they feel that daily chatting is unnecessary.

Qiao Lan thought in her heart that after school started, she must try her best to change Tan Mo's habit of not talking, or else how to deal with others in the future, she has the patience that others may not have.

"Is there something important for you to go to the United States?" Qiao Lan looked at the snowflakes floating outside, "You left in such a hurry that you didn't even have time to ask."

The noise on the other end of the phone gradually disappeared. It may be that Tan Mo changed places, so he continued, "Grandpa is sick."

"So that's how it is." Qiao Lan nodded, "No wonder you left in such a hurry. Are you feeling better now?"

"He died the day before yesterday."

Qiao Lan: "...sorry."

Tan Mo wanted to say that there was no mourning, and there was no need to mourn, but he didn't say it when he got to the bottom of his mouth.

Uncle Chen pushed him out of the hospital. After getting in the car, the surrounding area became quieter, and Qiao Lan's voice on the phone became clearer. Uncle Chen could hear the voice on the other end of the phone.

He just heard Tan Mo's cold "passed away" and didn't hold back a cough. Tan Mo didn't understand the twists and turns, he was telling the truth, but the words were really choking, and Qiao Lan was stunned for several seconds The subject was quickly changed.

"You left in a hurry last time, and you didn't even finish the last Chinese test, but you are still the oldest in the end."

Tan Mo said "Oh", he was not very interested in the current conversation, he actually wanted to ask Qiao Lan why he called him only now, but Qiao Lan was talking now, Tan Mo still talked to Qiao Lan obediently for the time being.

"Is the second place you?"

"Yes." Qiao Lan was very happy. "I wanted to tell you when I got the grades, but I didn't have your contact information. It's a pity."

Tan Mo was stunned, then raised his head suddenly, Qiao Lan on the other side waited for a long time but didn't hear any response, "What's wrong?"

"I left my contact information," Tan Mo said in a low voice, and added, "Let the head teacher pass it on to you."

This time it was Qiao Lan's turn to be stupid.

It has been more than 20 days since she finished the exam. Qiao Lan has never seen the head teacher at all, and the head teacher has never given her anything.

So before Tan Mo left, he deliberately asked the head teacher to tell him, but why did the head teacher forget or delay it?

Qiao Lan didn't know what to say for a while.

After a long time, she opened her mouth.

"I did not receive it."

Chen Bo, who was sitting in front, sighed. He felt that there must be something weird here. As expected, it wasn't that Qiao Lan didn't contact him, but that he couldn't contact him at all.

Qiao Lan also said something later, saying that when Mr. Tan came to eat, she asked Mr. Tan for Tan Mo's contact information, and then added a happy new year that was two days late.

When he finally hung up the phone, Uncle Chen looked at Tan Mo who was staring at the phone in a daze from the rearview mirror, and finally felt the stone hanging from his heart fall down.

During the Chinese New Year that day, Tan Mo suddenly told him that he didn't want to go back to China, which shocked Uncle Chen.

But now...Chen Bo'an has made up his mind, and when the funeral of the old man here is over, they will be able to return to China.

But compared to Tan Mo's simplicity, Chen Bo thought more and deeper.

I called Tan Mo's class teacher before, and the class teacher confirmed that he had sent the phone number to Qiao Lan's parents. If Qiao Lan's parents had received the text message, why didn't they tell Qiao Lan?

Is it intentional not to tell or forget?

The former is malice, the latter is indifference.

No matter which one it is, it is definitely not the attitude that normal parents should have. Before seeing Qiao Lan come out to work, I just thought that Qiao Lan's family was poor, but now it seems that it is not that simple.

Uncle Chen frowned and thought about it for a long time, then turned his head and asked Tan Mo who was still staring at the call in a daze with his mobile phone, "Master, did Qiao Lan mention what her parents do?"

Tan Mo stared at the ten-minute incoming call on the phone, without raising his head, he said, "I mentioned it."

"What are you doing?"

Tan Mo has a good memory, Qiao Lan said he also remembers clearly, "There is a small restaurant in front of the attached middle school."

Open a restaurant in front of the school?

The small restaurant in front of the school is definitely not a difficult household. There are many students in the school and there is a lot of traffic, even if it makes money

Not much but not too little either.

Then Qiao Lan still works part-time?

Before, Uncle Chen only felt that Qiao Lan's family was in a special situation, but now he was vaguely sure that Qiao Lan's parents had some problems.

On the Qiao's side, Qiao Lan did not make up lessons for Qiao Yuan from the beginning to the end. She had no time and did not want to make up lessons.

Fortunately, Qiao Lan spent almost all her holidays in the western restaurant. She didn't have to go home to eat in the restaurant. She left home early every night and came back after twelve o'clock in the evening.

I heard that Qiao's father and Qiao's mother gritted their teeth and invited Qiao Yuan to a school teacher's home to make up lessons. One class was 100 yuan, and more than one course was made up. It cost thousands of yuan for one winter vacation.

So sometimes when Qiao Lan came back, he occasionally bumped into Qiao's mother who stayed up late watching TV dramas. Qiao's mother looked at her as if Qiao Lan owed money.

Qiao Lan closed the door of her room, and began to think, why not apply to live on campus this semester, because facing the Qiao family every day would affect her mood too much.

But the boarding students have to close at 11 o'clock in the evening, and she has to work at night, and she can't go back after work at 12 o'clock, which is another problem.

I couldn't think of a good way to get the best of both worlds, so I had to give up the idea of ​​living on campus in advance, and waited until I got through the first year of high school, and applied for living on campus as soon as I reached the second year of high school.

The winter vacation is much shorter than the summer vacation, and school will start again before the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

The day before school started, Qiao Lan went to the bank to deposit all the money she earned during the winter vacation, and then checked the balance.

Twenty thousand one hundred and twenty three.

It was much more than what Qiao Lan expected when she first started working part-time.

When she was looking for this job, it cost 1,600 yuan a month, and the restaurant would give commissions, tips, and occasional bonuses. At that time, Qiao Lan calculated 2,000 yuan a month for herself.

She doesn't have to support herself for the time being, so she doesn't have any expenses, and all her money is saved, and she should be able to have 20,000 yuan by the end of the first year of high school.

The high school accommodation fee plus tuition fee is less than 3,000 yuan a year, and she will have a monthly subsidy of 200 yuan on her meal card. In the future, the Qiao family will not support her. It is absolutely necessary to add another 300 yuan a month for living expenses. Enough, after all, school meals are cheap.

Calculated in this way, if you can earn 20,000 yuan, you can go to and from the second and third grades with peace of mind.

But now, only half a year has passed, the money in the bank card has reached the expected amount. It stands to reason that Qiao Lan should be happier when he saw the money in Cary, but he couldn't be happier.

Thinking about where more than half of Kari's money came from, Qiao Lan felt that he couldn't sit still.

A good half of this side is the commission and tips that Tan Mo gave her when he came to the western restaurant to eat.

She was a small waiter who earned 2,000 yuan a month, but was abruptly promoted by Tan Mo to a middle-income group with a monthly income of 5,000 yuan. Qiao Lan felt hot holding this card.

Qiao Lan felt that she had to find an opportunity to talk to Tan Mo about this matter, and don't let him come to the western restaurant again. What's the point of being a money-spreading boy every day.

Put away the card, did not dare to put it at home, still put it in a small pocket inside the schoolbag, and handed over to the western restaurant, resumed the life of only going to midnight every day, went to school early the next day after going to bed early at night.

Started school.

The report started at nine in the morning, but not too many students came on time, maybe they didn't get enough sleep, or maybe they hadn't finished their homework yet after catching up all night.

After Qiao Lan entered the classroom, there were only a few people in the classroom, and the head teacher was not there. Qiao Lan wanted to ask the head teacher about Tan Mo's phone number, and was thinking about how to speak without being too rude, but the head teacher after the meeting Seeing her speak first.

"During the final exam last semester, Tan Mo asked me to help you with a sentence. I was too busy and forgot. I sent a text message to your mother later. Did your mother tell you?"

Qiao Lan: "..."

No, Mother Qiao didn't tell her anything.

There is no need to ask anything, she already knows everything.

The head teacher also said to himself cheerfully, "Oh, I really didn't expect that Tan Mo could make such great progress. When he first opened the school, he didn't say a word and ignored everyone. Now he will take the initiative to contact you. ..”

Qiao Lan couldn't listen, and ran out of the school gate on a momentary impulse, rushed into the small restaurant and asked Mother Qiao why she didn't tell the class teacher the text message, but stopped in the end.

Reasons must be reasonable to normal people. People like Mother Qiao cannot reason at all.

Besides, there is no need to ask why, either because she forgot, or because she didn't make up lessons for Qiao Yuan, Qiao's mother deliberately didn't tell her.

After signing up, Qiao Lan went to the mobile phone mall in the afternoon.

When Zeng Jin was in high school, Qiao Lan didn't use her mobile phone all the time. Anyway, she didn't have anyone to contact her. The mobile phone wasn't very important to her, so Qiao Lan didn't feel that it was inconvenient not to have a mobile phone in her life.

But after this incident, Qiao Lan still felt that he still had to buy a mobile phone.

The uncle who sold the mobile phone gave him a warm reception, "What brand and model do you want?"

No brand, no specific model. At this stage, Qiao Lan has very low requirements for mobile phones. After thinking about it, "It's enough to be able to make calls and send text messages."

Uncle: "..."

Those who buy this kind of mobile phone are old ladies and old men, why are you a little girl joining in the fun.

Just about to say something, Qiao Lan hurriedly said, "Let's buy a slightly better one."

Before I wanted to check information, I had to wait for the weekly information class, which was really inconvenient. It is also good to buy a mobile phone to check information. I read a book about Asperger’s disease on the Internet before, and it’s just right to buy a mobile phone

can see.

After buying the mobile phone and applying for the card, Qiao Lan went to the western restaurant.

In the evening, Qiao Lan was busy serving dishes. A girl who was with her held her and pointed to the door. Qiao Lan looked back and saw that the boy who hadn't seen him for a month appeared in the western restaurant again.

Chen Bo, who was pushing his wheelchair behind him, also looked at her happily and smiled.

The girl next to her smiled and took the dish in her hand, with a meaningful smile on her face, "Go quickly."

Qiao Lan: ...

Everyone in the store misunderstood the relationship between her and Tan Mo. No matter how Qiao Lan explained that she and Tan Mo were just classmates, no one believed it.

There's no need for Qiao Lan to explain to them what Asperger's disease is, and I'll just let them talk later.

Walked over to Chen Bo and Tan Mo said hello, Chen Bo looked at her with a smile, "I haven't seen her for a month, it seems to have turned white."

"It's winter, cover it and everyone will be white." Qiao Lan smiled and looked down at Tan Mo. "Today, there is no one in your favorite position. Let's go there."

Tan Mo, who had been staring at Qiao Lan since he came in, finally said, "Okay."

Haven't seen each other for a month.

If it weren't for some things over there that prevented him from leaving, he could have come back earlier.

The feeling of seeing Qiao Lan again was even better than what he had imagined before coming here.

Tan Mo couldn't help but want to stare at her all the time, and he did so when he thought so.

Just now Uncle Chen said that Qiao Lan was a bit bland, but Tan Mo didn't see it when he looked carefully.

But after thinking about it, she felt that this should be the case. Qiao Lan was busy throughout the winter vacation, and no one gave her all kinds of food every day like him, and she was about to suffer from malnutrition.

But the eyes are still as good-looking as ever, just like the obsidian beads he bought specially.

He saw obsidian beads by chance. They were black and transparent beads. When Tan Mo saw them, he remembered Qiao Lan's eyes, so he bought them back.

Qiao Lan skillfully ordered for the two of them, looked down and saw Tan Mo sitting obediently, the word "cute" popped up in his mind for a while, and suddenly remembered something, looked back, did not see the foreman, so whispered He said to Tan Mo, "I'm going to buy a mobile phone today, so you don't have to look for someone else if you look for me in the future."

Tan Mo raised his head, probably wanting to frown but he couldn't do it, with a straight face, "You are short of money."

"It's not very expensive," Qiao Lan said hurriedly, then looked back and took out the phone to Tan Mo, "Please enter your number on it for me."

Tan Mo took the brand new white phone, gently rubbed the metal edge of the phone, opened the screen saver and clicked on the address book.

He pinched the phone with his fingertips.

It was clean, without a single number.

He is the first.

It was as if a small spark had jumped into his head suddenly, and his thoughts were so hot that his thoughts were a little unstable.

He likes the word one, the first, the only, together, always, these words are all like.

Fingertips land on the screen.

tan...mo.

After seriously typing in his name and phone number, Tan Mo returned the phone to Qiao Lan, and Qiao Lan dialed Tan Mo's number, "This is my number, remember to save it."

Of course it will.

But just glanced at it, and it was already in my heart.

Qiao Lan wanted to say something more, but the foreman transferred here. Qiao Lan could no longer chat with Tan Mo, so she quickly put away her phone, ordered the meal, and said, "Wait for me."

After speaking, he left quickly, but Tan Mo and Chen Bo didn't realize what was wrong.

After the foreman left after a while, Qiao Lan came back again, took out a small box from his pocket and handed it to Tan Mo.

"New Year's gift, it's a bit late, but it's still counting before the fifteenth day, I made it myself, don't think it's ugly", after finishing speaking, he didn't dare to delay any longer and quickly slipped away.

Uncle Chen said with a smile, "This kid is in a hurry." He turned his head and said with a smile in his voice, "Open it and see what it is, tsk... a safe knot."

Qiao Lan didn't know what to give Tan Mo. It's unrealistic to buy expensive ones, and it's boring to buy cheap ones. When she passed by a boutique, she saw colorful ropes for making peace knots, and she bought a lot of them in her heart.

After editing a lot, I finally compiled a satisfactory one.

For Tan Mo, what he lacks most is health and safety.

When Tan Mo was about to leave, Qiao Lan was busy again. Uncle Chen saw it and said with a smile, "I'll see you again in class tomorrow, let's go home first."

Tan Mo glanced at Uncle Chen, then looked away, and got into the car.

When he got home, Tan Mo found the obsidian beads he bought from the cabinet from the cabinet. The round black beads had an excellent color under the light. I gave them all to Aunt Chen.

He wants to string this bead onto this peace knot.

"Don't take the front one apart." It's not Qiao Lan's job to take it apart. "Then put the beads on and make it into a bracelet."

Aunt Chen stared at the beads and Ping An knot for a long time, then sighed, "Let me try."

Aunt Chen wore presbyopic glasses, sat with Tan Mo under the light and worked hard for nearly two hours, and finally completed this difficult manual transformation. She put the bracelet on Tan Mo's wrist, and the pale complexion contrasted with the black beads and colored rope.

It fits well and is beautiful too.

Tan Mo looked left and right, and finally pushed the wheelchair back to his room in satisfaction.

The author has something to say: I will update the first chapter, the second chapter is still working hard, not sure what

I can finish writing in time, definitely before twelve o'clock!

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