Chapter 38: Scar

Qiao Lan knows that Tan Mo relies on her now, but Uncle Chan's words sounded a bit odd and Qiao Lan didn't think much of it.

Uncle Chan was honest enough to admit that he did want to help her, but he did need Qiao Lan's help, and Qiao Lan felt that he was convinced.

Qiao Lan went upstairs to pack her things and sighed that the food and accommodation was good, so why not go?

Alas, one is so realistic.

Qiao Lan didn't have a lot of stuff, just a few clothes and books, so she got off quickly and chatted with Uncle Chan when she got on the bus.

There are some things that Uncle Chan would not say when Tan Mo is around, but now that Tan Mo is not around, Uncle Chan has no inhibitions, such as the real family situation of Qiao Lan.

Uncle Chan asked her if her parents would be anxious if she didn't go home, but Qiao Lan didn't have to hide it from them.

Uncle Chan looked in the rear view mirror at the girl with a light expression and thought to himself that this child was indeed much more mature than the average child of her age.

Because of Tan Mo's illness, it was difficult for him to make friends with people his own age. At first Uncle Chan thought that if Tan Mo had a close friend one day, that friend would be a bit older than Tan Mo, and if he was the same age, he would be more mature than his peers, because then he would have more patience to tolerate Tan Mo's temper, and take the trouble to understand his This is because they will have more patience to tolerate Tan Mo's temper, and will take the trouble to understand his indifference.

Uncle Chan has watched Tan Mo grow up, from his indifference a few years ago to the changes he has undergone, no one knows how happy Uncle Chan is. Although Tan Mo is still expressionless, he is slowly understanding how to take the initiative and how to care for people; he is understanding a wider range of emotions, happiness, anger, disappointment and even aggression, which he is slowly feeling little by little.

The teenager's world, which had always been only black and white, slowly added some new colours again, slowly but already in a way that surprised him immensely with its progress.

Uncle Chan knows how difficult it is for Tan Mo to meet such a person, which is why Uncle Chan is trying to seize every opportunity to bring Tan Mo and Qiao Lan closer together, such as this speech today, and the fact that he has specifically asked the head of the school's year group to put Qiao Lan and Tan Mo in the same class.

Fortunately, Qiao Lan is also a very good student, otherwise it would have been a little difficult.

Tan Mo didn't really like the upcoming summer holidays, although he said he now had Qiao Lan's phone number to contact him and Qiao Lan said he would come and see him sometime and invite him out for a meal.

But it doesn't say exactly when, and if it does, it's only once or twice.

With such a long summer holiday, almost two months off, once or twice is really little.

Why is the summer holiday so long, can't it be a little shorter like the winter holidays.

Retrieving a book from the shelf, this cleared the jumble of thoughts out of his head, leaving for a moment only symbols and words that his peers could not read or understand.

When Tan Mo is fully engaged in something, it is difficult for any movement to disturb him. After he has concentrated on reading everything he wants to read, he feels a little thirsty and opens the door to his room in order to go to the kitchen for a drink of water.

Then instead he saw someone in his own home who left him stunned for a good part of the day.

Qiao Lan was sitting on the sofa in front of the coffee table, also holding a book, the same World History set that Tan Mo had given to Qiao Lan.

Smiling at the dumbfounded Tan Mo, Qiao Lan gestured to the chopped oranges on the table, "You've finished watching, take a break and have something to eat?"

Tan Mo was still a bit unresponsive until Uncle Chan came out of his room and explained briefly to Tan Mo, who turned to Qiao Lan and said, "Don't take care of me."

"Hmm?" Qiao Lan looked up.

"Aunt Chan is away, so you're fine staying here."

You just stay, you don't have to look after him or do anything, Tan Mo thinks it's good that Qiao Lan is here, it's very good.

Uncle Chan was happy to see Tan Mo being so sincere, he knew there was a definite advantage to having Qiao Lan in the house.

Tan Mo's initial unhappiness was followed by a sudden shock before the whole person seemed to be happy as an afterthought, but then there was the overwhelming nervousness.

Dinner is cooked by Tan Mo's full-time dietician and delivered at regular intervals.

Although Qiao Lan used to work all over the world and had a lot of experience in life, she didn't really know how to cook because she didn't have a family when she was growing up, but the only thing she was good at was making desserts and coffee. The caf�� she went to was not far from the school, but it was a small shop with a lot of character, and the owner was Qiao Lan's immediate sister, who often taught her how to make desserts in her spare time.

Qiao Lan had a look around the kitchen. Aunt Chan must be a keen cook, with all the tools in the kitchen and a fridge full of fresh ingredients brought in every day.

Looking at it, Qiao Lan's mind was made up.

Tan Mo has a sweet tooth, as Qiao Lan discovered after sitting at the same table as Tan Mo for two months.

The superficially cold teenager is actually a sweet tooth, a great contrast, but kinda cute.

Qiao Lan took her phone and searched from memory for a few desserts she had made before that were really good, but after all, it had been too long since she had made them, so she took a picture and saved it.

Try it out when you get a chance.

I didn't expect the opportunity to come so quickly.

Aunt Chan's home is not too far away from here, about three hours by car. Uncle Chan said before that there was something wrong with Aunt Chan's family, without specifying what it was, but a few days later, Uncle Chan told Qiao Lan that he had to go there himself and would be back tomorrow if he left today, so he had to ask Qiao Lan to take special care of Tan Mo for a day. Qiao Lan had to take care of Tan Mo for a day.

Qiao Lan stayed with Tan Mo for a few days to get a closer look at Tan Mo's daily life, but found that Tan Mo is actually quite independent in terms of living.

Apart from sometimes not being able to reach the books high up on the shelves, Tan Mo does almost everything by himself, taking a bath, going to bed, changing clothes, but Uncle Chan still explains a lot to Qiao Lan about what Tan Mo must not eat or eat, such as checking the windows in Tan Mo's room before going to bed, that he cannot stand the night wind, that he must not sleep at night with He can't stand night breezes, he can't sleep at night with lights, etc.

Tan Mo, who was sitting in the room but could hear Uncle Chan and Qiao Lan talking, started to draw circles in his book with a pen.

Although he had been sitting at the same table as Qiao Lan for six months, he was still nervous about Qiao Lan coming to the house.

Uncle Chan smiled after saying that there was nothing to worry about, Tan Mo was not a child who could not live without others, and Tan Father had often asked Tan Mo to stay with him before, so he took the opportunity to tell Qiao Lan about it.

In the afternoon, Qiao Lan took a look into Tan Mo's still quiet room, found a bunch of pictures he had taken that day, deleted the things that Tan Mo was not allowed to eat, and went into the kitchen and started to think about it.

The room was small, around a hundred and forty-five, and quiet. Tan Mo sat in his room and could hear Qiao Lan pulling open the fridge, presumably looking for something.

Tan Mo stares at the book in front of him for a while, controlling the wheelchair from the room.

Tan Mo slowly enters the kitchen and sees Qiao Lan, wearing Aunt Chan's usual apron, looking for something on her mobile phone, and when she turns her head, Qiao Lan sees Tan Mo.

"Did it bother you," Qiao Lan said, putting down her phone, "I was hoping for something a little less noisy."

"No," Tan Mo said, staring at Qiao Lan's apron. Aunt Chan wore it every day and Tan Mo never noticed anything, but now that it was on Qiao Lan, Tan Mo couldn't take her eyes off it, and again, as sometimes before, there was an indescribable feeling of intimacy.

"Are you," Tan Mo finally set her eyes on something else, "cooking."

"I don't know how to cook", Qiao Lan smiled, "I'd like to try making dessert, Tan Mo, do you like pudding, I'm not bad at pudding."

Tan Mo pushed his wheelchair in, his eyes falling on the ingredients on the table, and whispered, "Love it."

It's good to like it, Qiao Lan is more excited.

She had almost forgotten some of the more difficult desserts and did not dare to make a fool of herself, but she was quite sure of the easier ones, such as the egg pudding she had made for her sister, which the customers at the caf�� liked.

Bring the water to the boil and then add the sugar and mix thoroughly to make a sugar water, then mix the sugar water with the eggs and fresh milk.

Tan Mo sat in her wheelchair and watched Qiao Lan carefully handle the ingredients, watching her mix a cup of white sugar with boiling water and then boil and boil, the kitchen gradually overflowing with the sweet smell of caramel.

Qiao Lan, seeing Tan Mo's interest, brought the model over to the table and, little by little, carefully poured the caramel and the blended pudding ingredients into the model, filled the baking tray with water and put it in the oven.

"Just wait fifteen minutes and then you can pinch a few more coconut mango rolls while you're at it."

This is a small dessert made of glutinous rice, sticky, sweet and gooey, which Qiao Lan herself loves.

Tan Mo watched as her long, thin fingers expertly and quickly mixed the glutinous rice with water and kneaded it into dough.

His table is really amazing.

Clearly about the same age as him, but so powerful.

Tan Mo stares at the white glutinous rice powder on Qiao Lan's face and suddenly wants to reach out and wipe it off.

Qiao Lan made a few small desserts and then added a fresh fruit salad, all with Tan Mo's favourite fruit.

Tan Mo particularly liked the coconut mango rolls, but Qiao Lan didn't dare to let Tan Mo eat too many of them, as they were sticky rice and would upset her stomach a bit.

Qiao Lan told Uncle Chan that Tan Mo had gone to take a bath, so Uncle Chan was relieved. After the phone call, Tan Mo came out from the shower and the teenager changed his clothes and came out in his wheelchair. I don't know if it was because of the shower or Qiao Lan's illusion, but Qiao Lan always felt that Tan Mo looked paler than usual.

Qiao Lan was immediately a little uneasy and asked Tan Mo if she was uncomfortable anywhere, thinking about what she had eaten at night, "Is it a stomach ache?"

"No," Tan Mo's hair was not quite dry, it was soft and looked extraordinarily well behaved and trustworthy, "no discomfort."

Qiao Lan frowned at Tan Mo, her brow knitted.

Tan Mo used to look into her partner's eyes when she spoke, but now she wasn't looking at her at all, and Qiao Lan was reminded of the last time Tan Mo had lied to her about not taking a language test because she wasn't feeling well.

Qiao Lan always felt uneasy, but Tan Mo insisted that it was fine, said good night to Qiao Lan as usual and turned to his room.

Qiao Lan watched the teenager's thin back for a while before returning to his room.

I was a little uneasy, so I opened the door to my room and lay down on my bed to continue reading the book on Asperger syndrome that I had downloaded earlier.

Qiao Lan suddenly heard something fall on the floor in Tan Mo's room.

Qiao Lan suddenly rolled out of bed.

But after the sound, the silence returned, as if something had accidentally fallen.

Qiao Lan's brow furrowed and she got out of bed and walked cautiously towards Tan Mo's room, which was so quiet that it seemed like an illusion, until she suddenly heard a low, but extraordinarily clear sound of pain in the night.

Qiao Lan knocked sharply on Tan Mo's door, " Tan Mo, what's wrong with you?"

There was another sudden silence in the room, but it was followed by a clang.

Qiao Lan's face changed abruptly, " Tan Mo , I'm coming in", he said as he opened the door and walked in and switched on the light.

In the light Tan Mo is half sitting on the bed, her face pale, the drawer pulled open in shock falling to the floor, a small bottle of medicine clutched in her right hand.

Qiao Lan was stunned before he walked over to him and was about to ask him what was wrong when his eyes were suddenly drawn to the teenager's right leg, which had been rubbed up against his trouser leg by the blanket out of panic.

A hideous scar, seven or eight centimetres long, is stamped on the white, shiny skin.