Chapter 11: Taste

Qiao's mother was angry and frustrated when she heard Qiao's grandmother complimenting Qiao Lu, and then withdrew her foot from the kitchen door.

After Miss Qiao's family had left, Qiao's mother came out to clear the table, and when she saw Qiao Lan, who was silent, Qiao's mother became furious.

If Qiao Lan hadn't done so badly, she wouldn't have been so despised by Qiao's grandmother and wouldn't be so ashamed of herself in front of Miss Qiao.

Qiao Lan was in the bottom ten of her class. She remembered that Qiao's grandmother and Qiao's father had asked Qiao Lan to stop going to school and help out in the shop.

Now how to think about it and regret it.

After cursing under his breath, he ran into Qiao Lan's room, where he was reading a book on his desk.

"Only now do you know how to read a book, why did you do it earlier?

Before she could finish, Qiao's grandmother wandered out from the side, "Women shouldn't study, and they won't be able to do so.

Qiao's mother was so confused that she almost passed out.

Qiao's grandmother hasn't said anything like this so bluntly.

Qiao's grandmother has always looked down on her for another reason, apart from the fact that she has never been able to afford a son before.

Qiao's mother is a working girl from the countryside, with no education and no money at home, who meets Qiao's father, who is also poor and uneducated, and the two eventually see eye to eye and get married.

But Miss Qiao is different.

Miss Qiao's second uncle was the only one from the Qiao family to go to university, and Miss Qiao's parents were from the city, so her family was well off.

In the words of Qiao's grandmother, Miss Qiao was a cadre.

Qiao's grandmother found the sore spot of Qiao's mother and said that Qiao's mother was different from Miss Qiao, her brain was different and her education level was different, so of course her children were different. Don't scold your daughter, she was born with a different fate.

Qiao's grandmother, Qiao's mother and Qiao's father then argued, and Qiao's grandmother went to bed in a good mood, having won the argument and successfully distanced her son and daughter-in-law from each other.

I didn't notice that my grandson Qiao Yuan, who is usually very active, was a bit too quiet today.

Qiao Lan had stuffed two balls of paper in her ears to block out the sounds of the quarrel outside, and fell asleep in a daze to the sound of the quarrel.

As usual, we took our books outside to carry them, but in a different place where we would never run into people like Chen Yaoyang again.

Qiao Lan went through the politics and history that she had memorised so well, but as for geography, the first year geography is physical geography, so she didn't memorise much, it was more about understanding.

Qiao Lan has been spending 50-60% of her time on physics every day, and now she can do most of the questions, but some of the harder ones are still difficult.

She remembered that Chen Yaoyang's best subjects were the science subjects, where she got almost full marks in maths, chemistry and physics, so she had to work harder.

After the morning study session, Qiao Lan carries a glass of water to the water room to get some water.

Her lips were dry, but she couldn't afford lip balm, so the best thing to do was to drink and drink and drink, and there was no harm in drinking more water anyway. Carrying her water bottle out of the water room, she saw the wheelchair rolling in front of her from a distance.

Qiao Lan picked up her pace and caught up with Tan Mo in a few steps.

"Good morning," Qiao Lan greeted Tan Mo with a big smile.

Tan Mo's hand rolled on the wheelchair and turned his head to look at Qiao Lan for a moment, his slightly lighter coloured eyes fixed on Qiao Lan.

Just when Qiao Lan thought Tan Mo was being silent as usual, Tan Mo's cold but clear voice fell on Qiao Lan's ears.

"Good morning."

Qiao Lan was so shocked that he almost threw the glass of water out of his hand.

Qiao Lan froze in place for a moment before catching up again, walking next to Tan Mo.

This is a good start.

Qiao Lan walked briskly beside Tan Mo, " Tan Mo, have you had breakfast?"

Tan Mo had just given Qiao Lan a response, but after hearing Qiao Lan's first words, he didn't want to answer again.

It was eight o'clock and he had certainly eaten, a question that Tan Mo found redundant.

Qiao Lan doesn't know that for people with Asperger syndrome, they don't understand jokes, they don't understand the rhetoric, they don't understand that everything that has nothing to do with business is confusing to them, they don't understand that people have to say all this nonsense without any nutrition.

But Tan Mo also doesn't understand that for thousands of years this has been the most common way for the Chinese to say hello.

Tan Mo was silent, Qiao Lan thought Tan Mo hadn't heard him and asked again, Tan Mo's eyes were tinged with a bit of unexplained confusion and impatience, but finally he pursed his lips, "Eat."

"Midterms are next Monday, are you you going to take them this time?"

"No go."

"Why," Qiao Lan asks, Tan Mo definitely knows all these courses.

It is written that Tan Mo's IQ is far above normal, his memory is terrible, he started reading at an early age and he is not the fool his classmates say he is, he is a genius. Apart from his mother taking him to the US for treatment as a child, where he was not very good at languages, the rest of the high school subjects were too easy for Tan Mo.

Tan Mo doesn't answer again.

Some people pointed out that someone was actually talking to Tan Mo, while others whispered who the girl was and shook their heads, "I don't know."

A girl from the same class happened to pass by and saw Qiao Lan and Tan Mo talking and laughing.

"Qiao Lan has been really sick lately, talking to Tan Mo every day, her brain is broken."

Tan Mo heard it all in his ears.

Tan Mo's grip on the wheelchair tightens again, his fingers trembling as he tries to put a little distance between the wheelchair and Qiao Lan.

But Qiao Lan's voice was still smooth, "Tan Mo, what book did you read yesterday?"

Did she not hear those two girls talking so loudly just now?

She must have heard him, and if she did why did she talk to him, because talking to him, they all said she was sick, so why did she keep such a normal tone of voice?

Tan Mo couldn't resist the urge to question her, but for some reason he didn't. He lowered his head to hide the emotion in his eyes and whispered, "Wuthering Heights."

"Ah I've read it too, but I read it in translation, the original English is still a bit hard to read, by the way Tan Mo, did you eat the candy you were given yesterday?"

Tan Mo was about to say something when a dark figure came straight at him, a tall boy measuring 5'9" blocking Qiao Lan's face and shouting Qiao Lan's name in a gruff voice.

Qin Yang waited all day for Qiao Lan's candy.

A bunch of the boys were betting on how Qiao Lan would apologise to him, and he was waiting, but nothing came of it.

Qin Yang couldn't stand it any longer, and just now a bunch of people were talking about it again, so Qin Yang couldn't resist and came to confront Qiao Lan directly.

"Where's the sugar?"

Qiao Lan really felt baffled, all her good temper towards Tan Mo was gone for a while, and her annoyance was on her face, "What sugar."

"What are you pretending to be confused about? You bought me the candy."

Tan Mo, who was sitting in a wheelchair, heard this and reached out and pressed his hand against the pocket of his school uniform.

There is a candy in the pocket of the school uniform.

It was given to him by Qiao Lan yesterday.

Suddenly I felt a little funny.

It turns out that Qiao Lan doesn't just give him sweets.

Tan Mo rolls his wheelchair in silence towards his seat.

But then I heard behind me, gradually already somewhat familiar voice, "I'm sick ah buy you candy, Qin Yang, hypochondria is a disease, to be treated."

Even Tan Mo, who is dull to emotion, can hear the mockery in this statement.

Tan Mo's face still doesn't show any expression, but once again he touches the candy in his pocket.

He had never eaten sugar, but at this moment, he really wanted to taste it.