Chapter 122: Go Home

Qiao Lan's face changed abruptly.

It wasn't that Tan Mo was fighting, but that Tan Mo met Ji Su.

How could Tan Mo have fought if Ji Su hadn't said something?

When Qiao Lan ran over to her, she realised that the student who had just reported to her had misrepresented the fight, not between Tan Mo and Ji Su, but that Ji Su was being beaten up unilaterally.

Tan Mo had trained, but Ji Su was a weak scholar, and Tan Mo could not even beat Ji Su with one hand.

Qiao Lan was unkindly relieved, but when he heard a classmate say that they should go to the teacher, Qiao Lan suddenly stepped forward and broke Tan Mo's grip on Ji Su's collar.

"Qiao Lan was unable to break Tan Mo's hand, so she looked back sharply and called out to Tan Mo, who then slowly moved his gaze to her face, slowly releasing his grip on Ji Su's hand and holding Qiao Lan.

Qiao Lan could feel Tan Mo's hands trembling, and the anger he had just suppressed suddenly rose up again.

"If you didn't think so yourself why would you get angry and go straight to it, you see the other people around you, what they will say after today and what Qiao Lan will be talked about because you can't control it because you are born that way..."

Tan Mo's fist suddenly clenched again, Qiao Lan turned his head and saw the dean who came over immediately, holding Tan Mo's fist in a deadly grip, "MoMo, MoMo, come to your senses..."

"How is he sober", Ji Su sneered, "you don't know him ......"

"You shut up!"

Qiao Lan speaks up with unbearable patience.

She can't let Tan Mo stay here, she is completely immune to Ji Su's words but Tan Mo is not, not to mention Ji Su is a psychology student and every word she says is a poke in Tan Mo's heart, Tan Mo might get irritated with that one.

Qiao Lan grabbed Tan Mo's hand and said to him over and over again, "MoMo, listen, you go first and wait for me in the car, okay?"

Tan Mo's eyes slowly moved down to Qiao Lan's face and stared at it for a long time before turning around and going downstairs without saying a word.

Ji Su smiled and watched Tan Mo leave before saying to Qiao Lan, "Look, you know he's in trouble with him too."

That's why he was allowed to go first.

Qiao Lan turned her head and looked up at the boy in front of her.

It is clear that he is a harmless and gentle person, but time and time again he does such things.

Qiao Lan sneered, "Don't think of me the way you think, I'm just afraid he'll be disciplined, if there weren't so many people around even if you were beaten to the point of hospitalisation I wouldn't say a word."

Ji Su puts a smile on her face.

After all, both Qiao Lan and Ji Su Tan Mo are celebrities in the school and are at an age where they love to gossip, so it's hard to go up to them and hear what they're saying, but it doesn't stop some people from watching.

"You will regret it", Ji Su finally spoke after a moment of silence, "You will see in years how right my persuasion was, people with mental illnesses should never have been ......"

"None of this has anything to do with you", Qiao Lan interrupted Ji Su, and after a pause looked up at Ji Su and suddenly said, "Senior, do you know about paranoia and delusions?"

Ji Su was stunned, not realising for a moment why Qiao Lan was asking this question.

"The more you can't get something the more you crave it, always think you are completely right, never stop until you get what you want, if the condition is a bit more serious it is likely to be schizophrenic. If you really have nothing to do, go see a psychiatrist when you have time. It's not scary to be sick, it's scary to be sick and not know it and still run out and cause trouble."

Qiao Lan didn't understand what Ji Su's inexplicable insistence was about at first, but it wasn't until she thought that Ji Su might also have a mental illness that she began to have an idea.

It is not incomprehensible to grow up in a dysfunctional family and thus become dysfunctional yourself.

Ji Su is finally not the calm person she was before, and it's not easy for someone who hates mental illness to suddenly be told one day that she has it too.

As she watched Ji Su stand stiffly in place, Qiao Lan felt a little more comfortable, and as she turned to leave, she remembered something else and turned to Ji Su and said.

"The ethics of a psychiatrist is not to use your expertise against your patients, and you don't deserve to be a psychiatrist whether you're academically successful in the future or not, Ji Su be good to yourself."

Qiao Lan walked down the stairs around the crowd of students watching and took a long breath of relief before heading to where Tan Mo usually parks.

But when they arrived, Qiao Lan suddenly froze, and there was no Tan Mo or car in the usual parking area.

Qiao Lan took out her mobile phone and called Tan Mo, but the phone was switched off when she called.

Snowflakes fell on Qiao Lan's cheeks, and Qiao Lan felt a sudden chill on her cheeks, and suddenly her whole heart trembled and her legs went weak.

Dusty memories that she had forgotten were suddenly dug up.

University, freshman year, end of term, snowing.

Tan Mo , suicide.

Qiao Lan only felt a heavy blow to her brain, her heart hurt so much that she could not breathe a little. She did not know where she was going, but her legs were already running wildly and uncontrollably.

Qiao Lan felt her tears start to fall uncontrollably, but she reassured herself that she wouldn't. Even if Ji Su had said something, Tan Mo wouldn't have done that.

He's not the Tan Mo he used to be. He has someone he loves and someone who loves him very much, so how can he let that go?

But Qiao Lan is still afraid, afraid of the so-called destiny, afraid of the ending that the book has already set for Tan Mo.

She called Tan Mo's roommate, she called Uncle Chan Aunt Chan and got nothing.

Qiao Lan crumbled into a crouch, and after an unknown amount of time, someone slowly stepped on the snow and walked up to her.

Qiao Lan looked up, Tan Mo stood in front of her watching her, and after a long moment slowly crouched down.

Qiao Lan was stunned for a long time, then suddenly raised her hand and struck Tan Mo's arm hard, tears rolling down her cheeks.

Tan Mo didn't say anything and took the person into his arms, stroking her hair after a long time, "Good girl, don't cry."

Qiao Lan cried harder and harder, pulled back from the brink of collapse, the feeling of having been rescued from a disaster made her unable to control her emotions.

Tan Mo sighed as Qiao Lan kept him in the dark, his anger at Qiao Lan, Ji Su's deepest fears, all the emotions that had been rooted in his heart dissipated at the sound of Qiao Lan's cries.

Ji Su says that people born with mental illness do not deserve love, that Qiao Lan will leave him sooner or later, that no one likes a mental illness and no one accepts a mental illness for long.

Ji Su said that Qiao Lan was criticised because of him, that she had become a loner because of him and was disliked, that she could have studied a profession she liked better and had a rich and interesting life like other girls, instead of giving up her life for him and becoming the way she is now, and that if she really loved her then she should have left her earlier and there would have been someone better and more normal to take care of Qiao Lan. Lan.

Every word was like a knife to the heart. For the first time Tan Mo lost control and hit someone, he heard screams all around him and heard Qiao Lan shouting his name for him to let go.

Letting go, why let go?

Was she heartbroken or did she think he had done wrong?

Tan Mo suddenly didn't want to hear or see Ji Su anymore, so he turned his head and left the place.

He didn't know where he was going, he didn't dare to guess what Qiao Lan and Ji Su were talking about, and he didn't dare to wonder if Qiao Lan would leave him.

I turned off my phone because I was scared and drove around with no idea where I was going, until all thoughts regained their composure and Tan Mo suddenly slapped himself in the face and turned his head to reach for his phone.

Seeing the numerous caller IDs on his mobile phone, he turned it on to confirm Qiao Lan's location and drove off in the direction Qiao Lan was heading.

The girl sitting under a street lamp hugging her knees suddenly reunites with the way she looked three years ago.

Three years ago he also picked up this girl squatting on the side of the road, and it has been his lifelong dream ever since.

Tan Mo came forward and looked at Qiao Lan, who was dazed with tears on her face, and her heart suddenly ached.

Tan Mo is afraid to look into Qiao Lan's eyes again when she remembers the thoughts she had just had during the chaos.

Carefully wiping the tears from Qiao Lan's face, she carefully cupped her cheeks, even as her voice trailed off.

"I'm sorry," says Tan Mo.

Qiao Lan's tears fell again with a clatter.

"Why are you leaving", Qiao Lan heard herself shuddering.

"Because I was afraid you wouldn't want me."

Qiao Lan's grip on Tan Mo's hand tightened for a long moment before she spoke again, "Then why did you come back."

"Because I love you," Tan Mo cupped her face and kisses fell softly on her lips, "and because I believe you love me just as much."

From the day he got together with Qiao Lan, Tan Mo could never believe that Qiao Lan would love him, let alone love him forever, no matter how sweet they were together and how long they were together.

It is an inferiority complex that he simply cannot avoid when confronted with Qiao Lan.

But it was not until today that Tan Mo realised that at some point he had come to believe that Qiao Lan also liked him and loved him.

With her actions and her heart, this girl made him at home in the harbour of love.

r makes him less frightened and less uneasy.

Whenever he thinks of the name Qiao Lan, he feels an overwhelming sense of reassurance and warmth in his heart.

So how could such a Qiao Lan not want him?

Because I love you, I will not leave you.

Thought I would never leave you knowing that you loved me too.

Tan Mo knelt down and carried the crying girl on his back.

"There you go," he said, carrying the man on his back more steadily, stepping forward on the snowflakes that were gradually piling up and thickening under his feet, feeling Qiao Lan's hands clinging to him, a smile lifting his lips.

Get down well.

Together, we

Go home.

Author's Note: This is the end of the text!

The final story, the ultimate purpose is to let MoMo untie the final knot, that is, always feel Qiao Lan will leave his heart knot, but in the middle of some uncontrolled, but in the end is quite smoothly resolved, since the resolution of the main text is also here to end it ~ ~

I'm grateful to all of you for your support. I'll take a break for a couple of days after the main text and then start updating the extras. I have no other plans for the time being except for the sweet routine of the male and female protagonists, so if you have anything you want to read, you can leave a comment and write about it if it's interesting.