Chapter 27: Christmas

Qiao Lu came home grumbling once again, remembering her father's last scolding and telling her not to accuse Qiao Lan without evidence, Qiao Lu saw Qiao's second uncle's serious face and put back her complaints, waiting for her father to watch the news in the evening before going to her mother, Miss Qiao, to cry.

But this time, even the look on my mother's face was a little unexpected.

Miss Qiao did not like Qiao's grandmother, nor her third sister-in-law, but had some reservations about the children of Qiao's family.

Miss Qiao is not too confused, she has reasons to hate people. For example, she hates Qiao's grandmother for her vulgarity and her countrymanishness, and Qiao San's daughter-in-law for her uneducated and uncouth appearance. But of the Qiao San children, Miss Qiao hates Qiao's second aunt and Qiao Yuan the most. The former is clearly a mistress and is proud of it, while the latter is held in high esteem by Qiao's grandmother because he is a son.

Miss Qiao does not find the remaining Qiao's eldest sister and Qiao Lan annoying, Qiao's eldest sister is docile and Qiao Lan has never been a demon.

Except for the last time when Qiao Lu told her in no uncertain terms that Qiao Lan had plagiarised.

But this time Qiao Lu said that Qiao Lan had copied it again, and Miss Qiao didn't believe her either.

Before the exam, Qiao Lu repeatedly told her that she would not be able to copy Qiao Lan this time.

As a result, Qiao Lan's results continue to be very good.

Qiao Lu cried as she said that Qiao Lan's plagiarism was disgusting and that the other students didn't believe her, not even her father.

Miss Qiao looked at her daughter, who was spitting and cursing at Qiao Lan, and suddenly had mixed feelings. She remembered the last time her husband had warned Qiao Lu with a stern face that she should not accuse anyone without evidence.

That's why Qiao Lu has become more and more what he is now.

Sitting on the sofa, Miss Qiao finally began to wonder if she had done something wrong in educating Qiao Lu.

Qiao Lu cried for a long time, but found no response from her mother. When she looked up, she saw her mother looking at her with a sullen gaze, and with a faint surprise in her heart, she whispered, "Mom...did you hear me..."

Miss Qiao came back to her senses and said after a long time, "Stop talking if you don't have any evidence, you put your mind on others every day, no wonder you have regressed in your own exams."

Qiao Lu looked at her own mother dumbfounded, her mouth wide open in disbelief.

Miss Qiao, however, just felt a little tired and did not want to say anything to Qiao Lu, so she turned around and went into the bedroom to talk to her husband.

That night, after being told off by Miss Qiao, Qiao Lu was caught by his serious father in his room and scolded for half an hour, and went to bed that night with swollen eyes.

On the other hand, Qiao's mother, who was a member of Qiao's family, was very proud of Qiao Lan's first place in her exams, but she was still not sure.

The only thing that worried her was that if Qiao Lan did not do well in her exams, she would not be able to save face.

This time Qiao Lan came back with good results, not top of her grade, but second in her grade, which was good enough to make her look good.

Qiao Yuan went to Qiao's father Qiao's mother's small restaurant to have a meal. As soon as she entered, she saw Qiao's mother with a glowing face, inquiring about the students' seniority when she saw them.

Qiao Yuan was feeling good that Qiao Lu had been hit again, but when she saw her own mother in this state, she felt bad again.

Especially when your own results come down.

Qiao Yuan got the fifth lowest grade in her class.

Qiao's father, Qiao's mother, who was so devoted to Qiao Yuan that she didn't care about Qiao Lan's results, felt that she cared about Qiao Yuan's. After praising Qiao Lan, Qiao's mother saw Qiao Yuan's marks and was so angry that she almost had a brain attack.

"Not even half of your sister's exams, they were both born to me, so how come they are so much worse!"

Qiao Yuan had spent the afternoon at the restaurant, and when he heard Qiao's mother's comment, his white and fat face turned into a frown and he started to cry. When Qiao's mother heard her son crying, she could not stop scolding him.

In the end it became a family again to comfort Qiao Yuan.

The next day Qiao's mother gave Qiao Yuan fifty yuan and told him to buy whatever he wanted to eat. Qiao Yuan took the money with satisfaction and raised his chin proudly at Qiao Lan and whispered, "No matter how good you are in your studies, my mother still likes me the most.

Qiao Lan rolled her eyes speechlessly, just your mother, she really doesn't care at all.

Qiao Lan doesn't care about Qiao's mother, but Qiao's mother has her mind set on Qiao Lan, since Qiao Lan is now studying so well and Qiao Yuan can't keep up, why not let Qiao Lan give Qiao Yuan extra lessons every day? She didn't believe that Qiao Yuan was not as smart as Qiao Lan.

Qiao's grandmother, for the first time, did not refute Qiao's mother's opinion, she also thought it was reasonable.

Qiao's mother didn't think it would be difficult, after all Qiao Lan had always been obedient. The next morning Qiao Lan had to go to school and Qiao's mother wandered out and casually said to Qiao Lan, "Come back early in the afternoon and give your brother extra lessons every night. "

When he turned to leave, Qiao Lan said, "I don't have time."

"How come there's no time to...", only to remember halfway through that Qiao Lan was now working part-time.

Qiao's mother was satisfied when she heard that Qiao Lan was working in a Western restaurant. Qiao's second aunt had married a good man because she was working in a restaurant, and Qiao's mother was happy that Qiao Lan was now working in a more exclusive place.

But now, Qiao's mother instantly put Qiao Lan behind her and was upset, "Why are you working when you're still in school, if people hear you, they'll think I'm lacking food or clothes for you. You are not anxious to be a sister."

What's her hurry.

Qiao Yuan, who had nothing to do with her even if she was at the bottom of her age, still didn't look up, "I said I don't have time, you can find a teacher to make it up for him."

"You don't need money to find a teacher," Qiao's mother was furious, "You don't feel bad that you didn't pay for it."

Qiao Lan wanted to laugh, but there were times when she felt sorry for Qiao Yuan, Qiao's mother.

Since you cannot afford to hire a teacher.

"Then let Qiao Yuan continue to be poor", he said, ignoring the dumbfounded Qiao's mother and turning around to go to school.

The air in the school is many times better than that smelly home.

Tan Mo still comes to school after morning study, as usual, but seems to be a little earlier than before.

School was the same, but it took on a different meaning when he remembered that he no longer had to sit in the last row of the classroom and that he had a deskmate called Qiao Lan.

Yesterday's lecture failure has left Tan Mo with some nagging doubts.

He retraced his current pace, reviewed the textbook and the accompanying exercise book, and when he sat down in his seat, thoughtfully turned to Qiao Lan for her physics exercise book.

Qiao Lan did not know what Tan Mo was going to do but gave him the exercise book anyway.

Tan Mo opened the book and wrote down every question Qiao Lan had left blank and returned the book to Qiao Lan.

He could have prepared it in advance and done it all in advance of the current teaching schedule, so that he could have given it to Qiao Lan unhindered.

Qiao Lan looked at Tan Mo's beautiful handwriting and hurriedly said, "No need to go to all that trouble", it would be a bit disturbing to the conscience if something like a question would be wasted to the other party's time and cause them distress.

Tan Mo's eyes stared straight at her, waiting for her to finish her sentence.

"That's too much trouble, you have your own things to do every day, if that's not possible..." Qiao Lan thought for a moment, "I can also ask Pei Ning."

Tan Mo snatched the book back with a flourish.

Pressing the book down with dead weight, his lips pursed into a straight line, he said, "No trouble."

Qiao Lan looked at the teenager's obstinate side and sat back for a long moment, not grabbing it from Tan Mo.

Thus, after a few days, it was clear to Qiao Lan that Tan Mo was superior to Pei Ning in her presentation.

Tan Mo was prepared for this, so now that he was speaking again, it was a no-brainer.

Pei Ning is a first year student and is not much ahead of Qiao Lan, but Tan Mo is different. Tan Mo knows a lot of things, so when she is talking about a problem, she will often talk about something else while understanding it, which is very helpful to Qiao Lan.

Another big difference is that normal people always talk about irrelevant nonsense when they speak on a subject, but Tan Mo doesn't.

In their world, there is no need to say what is not there, and since it is a lecture, there is no for nonsense when it comes to the subject.

He was much faster than Pei Ning and more thorough than Pei Ning.

Except sometimes when Qiao Lan didn't understand after Tan Mo had finished, Tan Mo would stare at her in silence with the same eyes that Qiao Lan had praised for being so beautiful.

Qiao Lan, who was in tears, said miserably, "I'm sorry, I'm the one who fooled you."

"OK," Tan Mo said, adding after a moment's thought, "not too stupid."

It was so much better than he had previously imagined.

Qiao Lan: ......

Never mind, let's listen to the questions.

Tan Mo is refreshing everyone's perception of him in the fastest time possible.

He still comes to class, but he never has to listen in class. The physics and maths teacher occasionally points to him out of the blue, and even if he is looking at English in his hand, he looks up at the question on the blackboard and can say the correct answer after ten seconds or so.

To the awe of the class, Tan Mo resumed reading her book without any expression, her delicate and beautiful side of her face clearly visible without the obtrusive hair covering it.

Little by little, the malice dissipates.

Some of the students even changed their minds about Tan Mo and felt that it was a great thing to have such a genius in their class. Even though they had never spoken to Tan Mo, it didn't stop them from bragging to the other students about Tan Mo's greatness and of course, Tan Mo's good looks.

Tan Mo's name, like Chen Yaoyang and Hao Ying's, was known throughout the school in a matter of 10 days.

Good looking people are always in the spotlight.

Even the junior high school knew that there was a boy called Tan Mo in the senior school who never listened in class but still scored full marks in exams, and the words "eccentric" and "crazy" were gradually forgotten under the aura of "genius".

When the teenager who was once shunned by everyone at school, rolled his wheelchair around the campus again, there were more eyes on him than before.

Some girls were walking not far from him, chattering and talking, their eyes on him the whole time.

The young man had excellent features, his complexion was a distinctly visible unhealthy white, he was expressionless and from a distance, some girls whispered that he looked like an exquisitely beautiful specimen soaked in formalin, while others said that if his lips had been a little more red, then perhaps he would have looked more like the mysterious vampire in the old castle.

Tan Mo walked to the familiar disabled access, a few girls were laughing and saying something, then some pretty girl came over, "Classmate, can I push you up?"

Tan Mo's wheelchair backed up quickly and spoke coldly, "No."

The girl froze, perhaps not expecting to be rejected in this way, after all she was beautiful and there were so many boys in the school who liked her.

But with so many people looking around, the girl's face was a little embarrassed, so she still moved forward a little more with a smile, "I don't mean any harm, I just want to help you..."

The unfamiliar scent was too close and Tan Mo's pupils flinched as he snapped, "Get out of the way."

The girl's pretty face became increasingly ugly as she blushed and looked at Tan Mo , "I said I was just trying to help you, are you sick..."

Qiao Lan came from a distance and saw the crowd jammed together in front of her.

She was not in the habit of getting involved in a crowd, so she just took a casual glance and saw Tan Mo, who was stiff, and was stunned, then hurriedly pushed her way through the crowd, "Excuse me, excuse me!"

Before I knew what was happening, I saw the strange girl pointing at Tan Mo and cursing him out, saying he was sick.

Qiao Lan's heart gave a twitch and she rushed forward to quickly shield Tan Mo from the girls, turning to crouch in front of him and asking him urgently how he was doing.

The moment Tan Mo saw Qiao Lan, his grip on the wheelchair finally relaxed a little, and he looked down into Tan Mo's dark eyes, "It's okay."

Qiao Lan sighed with relief and stood up.

Walking up behind Tan Mo and pushing the wheelchair, she looked coldly at the girl who had just bad-mouthed Tan Mo, "Get out of the way."

Everyone watched in stunned silence as the two men walked away, before murmuring.

"Who is this, Tan Mo who ignores even Sheng Shilu and actually cares about her?"

"Qiao Lan, don't you know her? The one who studies the giant bull."

"This is Qiao Lan, but it's not as good as Sheng Shilu."

"Then Sheng Shilu isn't as good at studying as Qiao Lan."

Sheng Shilu had a bet with a friend and was humiliated in front of so many people. When her best friend came up to console her, Sheng Shilu stood for a long time with a blue face and said loudly, "It's not a disability, I can't even see it if it's given to me."

The students who were watching, either frowning or thinking that Sheng Shilu had a point, murmured and eventually dispersed.

But many people saw it that day and it soon became common knowledge that Sheng Shilu, the class girl of class 27, had deliberately tried to seduce Tan Mo and Tan Mo had told her to get lost.

Many said Tan Mo was too uncouth and spoke too harshly, but others said Sheng Shilu deserved it.

Despite her beauty, Sheng Shilu did not have a very good reputation at school, not to mention her poor academic performance, and she asked almost all the good-looking boys at school, even Chen Yaoyang.

Many students dislike Sheng Shilu, but none more so than the students in Class 13.

She was told that Sheng Shilu had said bad things about Song Yao and that she was prettier than Song Yao.

So when Sheng Shilu was told that Tan Mo had been rejected, the students in Class 13 were all gleeful, thinking that Tan Mo's "fuck off" was too good to be true.

But having said that, it came back to the age-old question of who really looks better throughout the senior class.

Song Yao, who was at the centre of the discussion, blushed and looked at Chen Yaoyang for a moment before being called out by the class teacher.

The class teacher's name is Song Yao and it's for the Christmas party.

Every year the Annexe has a Christmas party, with each grade having a separate one, each class preparing a programme and finally choosing the best one to perform in front of the whole class on Christmas Eve night.

The class teacher asked Song Yao to go out because she wanted Song Yao to appear in the class 13 programme.

Song Yao plays the piano very well.

It's the kind of thing that anyone would like to try to make a splash.

The girls in her class were envious but had nothing to say. They could mock a girl like Sheng Shilu for her poor studies and say she was a bad person, but Song Yao could not find anything wrong with her.

She is good looking, versatile, a top student and of course has a great personality.

The only nitpick is that Song Yao is not very tall, she is a petite girl, but she is also very cute.

The senior students are not required to study in the evening, but this evening requires all students to attend, although this all scope still does not include Tan Mo.

Tan Mo is exceptional in all humanities.

He can arrive late every day or miss class as much as he wants, and he doesn't even need to listen to the class, so Tan Mo can also not come to this party.

Qiao Lan turned to Tan Mo and asked her what she had planned for Christmas.

Tan Mo thought that Tan Father might take him back to his home there again that day and have dinner with Tan Father's wife and daughter, whom he didn't like at all.

On a Christmas Eve like this, Tan Mo prefers to stay at home and read a book.

So Tan Mo said, "There's nothing scheduled."

"Then why don't you," Qiao Lan said, "come to school and we'll spend Christmas Eve watching the show together."

Tan Mo didn't even think twice about refusing. Thirty classes in the senior year, with thousands of students packed into the auditorium, was too much torture for Tan Mo's eyes.

"Well," says Qiao Lan, somewhat disappointed but not too surprised, Tan Mo doesn't like the hustle and bustle and has a hard time tolerating such an environment.

As we got closer to Christmas, the pupils became more and more active, waiting for Christmas Eve, when a tall inflatable Christmas tree was erected in the school and various snowflakes were put on each teacher's window.

During the daytime classes, the students were a little restless and the teachers turned a blind eye.

At the end of class there was a great deal of excitement as students bought apples or oranges of good quality and gave them to their close friends or favourite people.

There were more boys and girls giving apples to Song Yao and Chen Yaoyang, especially Chen Yaoyang, who received all the apples at the end of the day and gave one to each member of the class.

When it came to Qiao Lan and Tan Mo, they were very unanimous in their refusal, no.

Chen Yaoyang, who was sitting next to him, spoke in a voice that was so cold that no one else saw it.

Tan Mo silently watches the class buzzing with activity and turns his head to look at Qiao Lan for a moment, wondering what he is thinking.

After the last class in the afternoon, the class teacher told all the students to go home quickly for dinner, come to the class at 6.40 pm sharp to move the benches and then go to the auditorium together. Tan Mo didn't have to go, so she took her time to pack up her things as usual.

Tan Mo's eyes, which look even more sombre than before.

He sat in his seat in silence for a long time before he took out his school bag and prepared to go home, and when he looked down this is when he noticed something extra in the hole of his desk.

Tan Mo pulled out the unknown object, a greeting card with a big smiley face and Qiao Lan's name written on it, and next to the card, a very pretty apple in red Zhao Tong.

Tan Mo's irritable mood of the whole day melted away little by little in this moment.

He carefully packed the cards and apples, then left the campus, got in his car and instead of going home, he let Uncle Chan drive to another location.

When Qiao Lan returned to school after dinner, he looked at Tan Mo's desk hole and saw that the greeting card and apple were gone, and the corner of his lips curled up gently. The table next to him was suddenly bumped and Qiao Lan turned around inexplicably to see Chen Yaoyang frowning with the look of someone who owed him money.

Qiao Lan silently spits out a sick comment and pulls his chair a little further away.

When the class teacher arrived, Qiao Lan followed the class to the auditorium.

Qiao Lan likes to sit at the end of the seat, whether it's for running or sitting, because I think it's easier to leave at the end.

The boy next to Qiao Lan had somehow managed to get the programme and was excited to say that Song Yao was the seventh person to appear.

"Remember to take pictures later."

"Know know know."

"By the way didn't the class president go shopping for that whatever?"

"What?"

Just as we were talking, the class leader who had done the shopping returned with a huge pile of black bags, and the students rushed up to see what they were.

Then it was time to watch the class president take a bunch of glowing hair cards out of the bag.

Girls: !!!

For men: ......

The class teacher cheerfully stated that everyone had a share and that one person should not be modest.

Qiao Lan took a pair of antlers and put them on her head, just like the other girls.

So with their glowing hairpieces, Class 13 became a bright sight in the senior class. Girls from other classes looked at Class 13 with envious faces, and some were blaming their own class teachers and class leaders for not going the extra mile.

Class 13 had a heartfelt peace party and the class programme was very heartfelt.

Song Yao A solo piano performance.

She wore a white sarong dress, her long hair was not tied up but draped over her shoulders, with a white feather hairpin to pin one side of her long hair behind her ear, making her more and more beautiful and innocent as she took to the stage under soft lighting, causing the students at the bottom to scream.

This is particularly true of the thirteenth class.

Qiao Lan, wearing her antlers, looked at Song Yao on stage and listened to the piano, thinking that it did look good.

As she thought about it, someone suddenly tapped her on the back and Qiao Lan turned around to see that it was a classmate she didn't know.

The student said she should go out for a while, saying that someone was looking for her outside.

Qiao Lan frowned, not really able to think of anyone who could be looking for her, she didn't know anyone but her classmates.

But in the end, it went out.

Quietly leaving his seat, he walked in the direction of the auditorium door and when he got closer, saw the familiar teenager in a wheelchair in the purple-blue light of the auditorium.

Qiao Lan froze, and only then did he pick up his pace and run over.

"I thought I wasn't coming," Qiao Lan was surprised, running over to the cause, her breathing still a little unsteady, "Why are you here all of a sudden, did Uncle Chan send you over?"

When she finished looking up, Uncle Chan was standing ten metres away, looking at her and smiling.

Qiao Lan returned Uncle Chan's smile and looked at Tan Mo again, asking him tentatively, "Is there something wrong."

Uncle Chan was also there, so Tan Mo must not have come to see the show, he must have asked her for something urgent.

Tan Mo didn't say anything, he looked up at Qiao Lan and then at the glittering moose antlers in her hair, reflected in the distant purple-blue light, Tan Mo suddenly thought the glowing antlers were lovely, and the eyes of Qiao Lan, looking at him, were particularly beautiful.

Tan Mo seldom pays attention to the looks of others, he never pays attention to the beauty of many people, but today, he looked at Qiao Lan with a different look and two words popped out of his mind.

Good to see.

He couldn't resist looking at it for a while longer, before he took a small box out of his pocket and handed it to Qiao Lan, "Your present."

Qiao Lan froze, "Just give it to me tomorrow, why do you have to make another trip?"

"Tomorrow is not Christmas Eve," Tan Mo said, still looking at her.

Qiao Lan smiled, before taking the small box and whispering, "Thank you."

"You're welcome," the teenager said, taking another look at the antlers on her head before withdrawing his gaze.

Qiao Lan walked out of the auditorium and watched Uncle Chan walk up and push Tan Mo's wheelchair further and further away until he was finally out of sight, and then opened the small box in his hand.

An exquisitely carved jade apple pendant.

It was a belated Christmas Eve wish from a teenager.

Qiao Lan , I wish you peace and happiness.