Chapter 22： 022 (1/2)

”If you ignore me, no one will care about me.”

This kind of coquettish remark was hidden in the noisy discussion of the surrounding students, and finally penetrated into Tan Mo's heart heavily.

Every day, he kept this distance carefully, unwilling to pull Qiao Lan into the dark and muddy area because of him, but Qiao Lan walked in by himself.

She stood on his side in front of everyone. After all, she let him talk tragically. She asked him to take care of her, but Tan Mo thought, in fact, every moment of every day, he wants to be like Peining. Talk to her without scruples.

How could he really ignore her.

But he still couldn't understand why she did it, why she could do it.

What is he worth her to do.

Tan Mo couldn't understand.

He has always had the mentality of having to figure out everything, whether in life or in study, but now, Tan Mo suddenly doesn't want to figure it out.

It is so important.

It seems not.

He raised his head and faced Qiao Lan. He couldn't understand the smile in Qiao Lan's eyes, but he could see the curvature of her lips.

Tan Mo suddenly wanted to laugh. He had never laughed before, but he wanted to give this girl a smile.

But what a smile should be like, Tan Mo doesn’t know. He is not like a normal person who can smile without thinking at all. He needs to look at the smile on the girl’s lips in front of him and think in his heart which muscles of the face should be moved. , And finally imitated a somewhat nondescript smile.

This imitation is very poor.

There was no smile in his eyes, and the corners of his eyes would not rise. Only the corners of the lips made a faintly discernible arc, which looked strange in the eyes of others, but Qiao Lan understood.

She remembered a sentence she had read. For people with Asperger's disease, starting to imitate it was their first step to get close to someone.

Qiao Lan's eyes softened, her chin lying on her arm, her eyes falling on the book torn by him, ”Can you tell me what book it is now?”

The surrounding discussion continued, and Tan Mo didn't even need to look up to know how many people were looking here curiously.

But Qiao Lan didn't look at them or care about them. She looked at him and asked him what book it was.

Tan Mo closed the book, revealing the cover of the book, and then turned the book to face Qiao Lan, pursing his lips, as if after a difficult ideological struggle, he was finally audible with the people around him. The voice said,

”Classic electrodynamics.”

Qiao Lan's eyes suddenly became sore.

Tan Mo finally spoke, and finally spoke to her in front of so many people.

She stretched her hand on the book and looked up at his eyes, ”Then can I take a look.”

Without thinking this time, Tan Mo nodded immediately.

Qiao Lan opened the catalog and turned the back. Pure English, Qiao Lan's English is still very good, and she can score more than one hundred points in the sixth level of the naked test. A lot of unknown words.

Too many technical terms.

Qiao Lan sighed, turned the book back to face Tan Mo again, and looked at him, ”I can't understand”, probably because he wanted to make Tan Mo talk more, ”You can tell me about this book. What happened?”

Tan Mo was about to speak subconsciously, but the moment he spoke, he suddenly thought of something and took it back.

People with Asperger’s disease have a very obvious characteristic. They are passionate about certain things or interests. So when they talk about the parts they are more interested in, they often talk about it regardless of whether others are willing to listen. Don't care about the mood of others.

In other words, because they find it interesting, they take it for granted that others find it interesting too, and they can’t understand the impatience on the listener’s face, so they don’t realize what they just said, which is just for others. A kind of noise.

Once at ten, because the IQ was so high, when the rest of the children were still calculating the linear equations of one yuan, he could already understand the definite integral and the indefinite integral by himself.

He insisted on telling other children about the mathematics he knew, but other people didn’t understand Tan Mo, who was already bullied. After showing his superior IQ, he became even more out of place. Rejected by peers.

Later, his mother advised him time and time again, if there is something really interesting, go home and tell her not to talk to others.

But later his mother passed away in a car accident, Tan Mo no longer had anyone who could listen to him, nor did he tell anyone else. As he got older, he also gradually understood that other people were not willing to listen. He speaks.

But now Qiao Lan took the initiative to ask him that Tan Mo's fingers on the book tightened unconsciously. After a long time, he finally said, ”This is a book by American physicist Jackson, divided into two volumes. This is the first volume. The main content of the first volume is traditional electromagnetic theory, including electrostatics, magnetostatics, electromagnetic fields that change with time, Maxwell's equations, etc., and discusses various macro-electromagnetic phenomena using Maxwell's equations...”

Qiao Lan admitted that she didn't understand anything, and the various rankings in it were all astronomical to her.

But she could hear Tan Mo's stumbling and stumbling from the beginning, but she was already very smooth afterwards.

Tan Mo was always expressionless, and his unusually pale face and long hair that covered his eyes made people always notice his weirdness for the first time and never saw his facial features clearly.

It was the first time that Qiao Lan looked at Tan Mo so close, and when he saw what he liked, his light brown eyes showed a different look, and the young boy's already outstanding facial features seemed to become vivid in an instant. .

Qiao Lan found out that the boy's appearance was also exceptionally good-looking.

That night, Uncle Chen was still preparing to let Tan Mo stay in the car and go to the Western restaurant to buy things by himself, but Tan Mo said, ”I will go too.”

reconciled? Stop arguing?

A lot of entries popped out of Uncle Chen's mind, but he didn't ask much. He took the wheelchair out of the car with a smile, and pushed Tan Mo into the western restaurant.