Chapter 32： 032 (1/2)

Tan Mo doesn't understand the world, but he is smart.

It is true to be irritable at this moment, but the inherent intention is also true.

Qiao Lan said that there is no relationship between them to allow him to help her or provide for her in this way. The words ”there is no relationship between them” are like a TV video that suddenly freezes, playing it over and over again in his mind. .

He even increased the volume deliberately.

He threw the knife and fork on the plate fiercely, anger, sadness, irritability, and emotions he couldn't describe himself, such as disappointment, such as grievance.

The eyes are full of haze, just want to leave in anger.

Qiao Lan hurriedly apologized to the disturbed guest and ran back, ”Uncle Chen hasn't arrived yet, where are you going? Tan Mo, I didn't want to make you angry.”

He doesn't want to listen, he can go anywhere now, anyway, he doesn't want to stay here now.

Qiao Lan quickly sorted Tan Mo's tableware, blocking Tan Mo's wheelchair just to prevent him from leaving, Tan Mo sat in the wheelchair coldly and fixedly looked at Qiao Lan.

The atmosphere between the two was a bit nervous, but Qiao Lan felt it unilaterally. Tan Mo couldn't perceive the atmosphere. He stared at Qiao Lan without a word for a long time, and suddenly remembered the last time he had When one brought breakfast to Qiao Lan, there was a confrontation between them for a while.

At that time, why Qiao Lan didn't eat it? He looked at Qiao Lan like this, saying that if he didn't eat it, then throw it all away. In the end Qiao Lan compromised.

Tan Mo was stunned. Suddenly he was distracted. The anger was also transferred to where he didn’t know. He lowered her head thoughtfully. Qiao Lan didn’t know what Xiao Jiujiu was in Tan Mo’s mind at this moment, and looked at her. Tang said helplessly, ”I will give you another copy. This does not count as your order. The restaurant can compensate for it for free.”

Tan Mo returned to his senses.

”No need”, he raised his head and stared at Qiao Lan, ”I don't want to eat.”

Qiao Lan glanced down at the steak that he had barely touched. Tan Mo had eaten so little today, and he must be hungry when he goes back.

”Then I will pack it up and let Uncle Chen take it back later.”

Tan Mo's eyes flickered, ”I will let Uncle Chen throw it away.”

Qiao Lan: ”...”

Tan Mo looked at Qiao Lan's speechlessness, and finally felt a little better. He thought that Qiao Lan was finally going to compromise like the last time, but Qiao Lan stopped smiling, and looked away without expression.

”Want to lose that.”

He really felt that Tan Mo at this moment was a bear kid, and he was used to something wrong, so Qiao Lan turned and left.

Tan Mo was left with a dazed and stunned eyes. After the dazed retreat, only wind and rain were left.

After a while, Uncle Chen hurried over. When he came over, he found that the atmosphere today was not right. He carefully glanced at Tan Mo's face. Although he was still expressionless as usual, the anger of the storm was already coming. Bashing.

What's wrong with this?

Uncle Chen took Tan Mo into the car inexplicably, and then asked Tan Mo after a long time when the car drove out, ”What's the matter? Have a fight?”

After a while, Tan Mo's dull voice came from behind, ”She said don't let me come here again.”

Tan Mo's voice was just a little lower than usual and a little duller, still a cold tone without ups and downs, but Uncle Chen insisted on hearing the wrong tone from inside.

Don't let Tan Mo come to the restaurant again. Uncle Chen probably guessed the reason, but still asked, ”Then Qiao Lan said why he didn't let you come?”

Uncle Chen will not give up any opportunity to communicate with Tan Mo normally, and every communication with emotional fluctuations is helpful to Tan Mo.

Tan Mo was silent for a moment, raised his head, looked at the street lamp in the distance blankly and began to make a statement.

”Qiao Lan said that I spent a total of 70,000 yuan in three months. The consumption amount was too high. I said it was not high. She said it was high and it was a waste. Western restaurant food is not good for my health. She also said that we are friends. It’s a classmate. Friends and classmates don’t do this, so I don’t need to give her money or help her.”

Although Uncle Chen has always been distressed by Tanmo’s Asperger’s disease, he sometimes feels that this disease is convenient. For example, he will not lie. For example, he will not deceive when answering questions, and there is no nonsense to treat The whole thing is fully stated.

Although the word order or emotion will be a bit wrong.

After listening to Uncle Chen's description, it seems that Qiao Lan's reasons for not letting Tan Mo come are similar to what he thought.

As a person with normal thinking, Uncle Chen not only understands Qiao Lan's feelings, but also appreciates Qiao Lan's actions very much. However, if it is Tan Mo, he will not feel Qiao Lan’s embarrassment, nor will he feel Qiao Lan’s embarrassment. His thinking is like a computer program, with his own set of established logic. As long as his logic is reasonable, others It's useless to say anything.

When he was still very young, about three or four years old or younger, Tan Mo once made a snowman in the room.

For normal children, they may not understand the principle that snow will melt when heated, but they understand that snow cannot be moved into the room.

At that time, Tan Mo's mother was still alive. She held Tan Mo's little red hand and asked him why he was building a snowman in the room. There was no expression on Tan Mo's small face. He said that he was uncomfortable because of the wind outside.

Because the wind is uncomfortable outside, but I want to play with snow, so I moved the snow to the room and made a snowman in the room.

This is Xiao Tanmo's own logical thinking.

In the eyes of others, it is unreasonably stupid.

Later, Tan Mo's mother accompanied him to wait for the snow to melt, telling him that after the snow melted, it would turn into water, soil the floor and wet the sofa, and Tan Mo was convinced.

It is difficult for Tan Mo to change his mind unless you can convince him with more correct logic.

At the beginning, Tan Mo’s mother could use the melting of snow to convince Tan Mo. It was a natural phenomenon, intuitive and clear; but now Qiao Lan forbids him to come to the restaurant because Qiao Lan cannot accept it in her heart, and how can she convince Tan Mo? ink?

In Tan Mo’s opinion, being helped is a very pleasant thing. He can’t understand why he helped Qiao Lan. Qiao Lan would be embarrassed and unhappy; while Qiao Lan was unhappy because of his help, Tan Mo might think Because she didn't like him, she didn't want it.

Qiao Lan did not accept his money, and it was no different from someone who did not accept him.

Uncle Chen has a headache.

In the past, he wanted Tan Mo to have a friend who could communicate with him and be good to him. Now that he has it, new problems are coming again.

Tan Mo's behavior towards friends is different from ordinary people, and even the definition of friendship is completely different from ordinary people.

The next day, Uncle Chen sent Tan Mo into the school tremblingly, and sent a text message to Qiao Lan, telling Qiao Lan not to deliberately chill Tan Mo, which would stimulate Tan Mo's mind very much.

Uncle Chen wouldn't do it even if he didn't say Qiao Lan.

She read a book about Asperger's disease last night and saw two o'clock in the morning, and now she is too sleepy to open her eyes.

But when Qiao Lan talked to Tan Mo, Tan Mo kept her mouth closed and talked to Qiao Lan. Qiao Lan tried to reason with Tan Mo, ”Tan Mo, rejecting you and rejecting your help are not the same thing. You have already helped me. For one semester, I don’t need it now.”

Tan Mo finally spoke, ”You need it, you are still working.”

Qiao Lan: ”...”

Qiao Lan finally understood a sentence in the book.

For people with Asperger's disease, whatever is in line with their logic, they believe that they are correct, and what others say is useless.

Talking too much may have a reverse effect.

Tan Mo pursed his lips, but he didn't say what he wanted to say.

When he left the western restaurant that day, for a moment, Tan Mo was so sad that he never wanted to see Qiao Lan again and didn't want to go to school.

But the next day he came to school. Not only did he come, he continued to sit next to Qiao Lan. While he was still mad at what Qiao Lan said and did, he didn't want to talk to Qiao Lan again, but the other side was in his heart. Faintly worried that if he really does not go, Qiao Lan will not ignore him again.

Even if Qiao Lan didn't accept that his feelings of deceiving him made him so sad, he still didn't want to break with Qiao Lan.

Pei Ning didn't have any eyesight and even ran to Qiao Lan to ask her English question. After she finished the question, she looked up at Shang Tan Mo Yin and shook with shock.

Then quickly looked away, leaned in Qiao Lan's ear and asked her in a low voice, ”What's wrong with Tan Mo? I didn't mess with him?”

Qiao Lan: ”...My question.”

”Can you still annoy Tan Mo?” Pei Ning expressed surprise. He really felt that Qiao Lan was so good that she had no temper when facing Tan Mo.

Pei Ning's voice was very small, Tan Mo couldn't hear what they were saying, and could only see that they were close together, and his hands suddenly became vigorous.

Lightly broken sound.

Tan Mo lowered his head to see that the tempered film was broken, and the small **** cut a small cut on his fingertips, and the blood was dripping out and dripping onto the white school uniform.

Qiao Lan turned her head and saw the blood stains on Tanmo's school uniform. She asked him anxiously what was wrong, and quickly took out a band-aid from her schoolbag.

”Reach out,” Qiao Lan said helplessly looking at the uncooperative Tan Mo.

Tan Mo looked at her steadily, motionless.

Qiao Lan couldn't help but reached out and grabbed Tan Mo's wrist, wiped the blood on her fingertips with a tissue, and then wrapped it with a band-aid, ”I'm going to take a monthly exam soon, and I don't know if it will be affected. ”

Tan Mo silently took his finger out, and said coldly, ”No.”

Then, on the way home in the afternoon, I stared at my band-aid fingers for nearly half an hour.

Two days later, it was the first monthly test of this semester. After the results came out, Tan Mo was still ranked first in the grade, but I don't know why the English this time was less than 140 points.

Many people are surprised, but dare not ask.

Tan Mo stuffed the English answer card into his schoolbag and said nothing.