Chapter 79: Boyfriend

Tan Mo felt that Qiao Lan was too much.

How easily he could say something so moving, a single word that shattered all his hesitations and concerns and could not even be put together.

How could she be so good at love words, how could she say such nice love words off the top of her head?

Tan Mo thought dizzily, "Surely Qiao Lan is a good grammarian.

He couldn't say it, and all he could think of to say was that I like you so much that I'm going crazy.

With a smile in his eyes, Qiao Lan looked at the young man's bewildered look and suddenly said, "No."

Qiao Lan took in the eagerness on Tan Mo's face for a moment and said, "Although I'm an adult on my ID card, it's still almost a year before you become an adult.

Tan Mo quickly said, "The class teacher has acquiesced."

Qiao Lan's pretty eyes narrowed as her smile deepened.

It turns out Tan Mo really does know everything!

So why on earth did she insist that Tan Mo was a child who knew nothing about anything? When she thought about how fierce she had been in the car, and how she had thought Tan Mo was too innocent, Qiao Lan suddenly felt that she was too innocent.

But after thinking about this, and in the light of Tan Mo's excited words, Qiao Lan seemed to understand something deep inside the boy's heart, a mixture of longing and low self-esteem.

Even without having to think about it, it is painful.

Qiao Lan suddenly felt some heartache.

Qiao Lan shivered in the cold and took out her phone again, "It's cold, let's call Uncle Chan."

Tan Mo was silent and reached out to take Qiao Lan's phone and put it back into Qiao Lan's shirt pocket, saying, "Walk back."

After saying that, he added, "It's not far, one stop away."

Although Uncle Chan and Aunt Chan already knew what was on his mind and they wouldn't get in the way, Tan Mo didn't want a third person to spoil the mood, he just wanted to be alone with Qiao Lan without anyone interrupting.

Qiao Lan glanced at the stubborn teenager and gave a soft laugh, pretending not to see Tan Mo's intentions, "Okay," Qiao Lan said as he walked, "but it's late, won't it be a bit dangerous."

"No," Tan Mo said, "I'm here."

Qiao Lan gave a soft laugh, "So confident."

Tan Mo thought about it quite seriously and nodded after a long time, "Hmm."

Qiao Lan wanted to laugh again, this time at the cuteness.

She had always forgotten that Tan Mo had grown up, was fit, and had taken up free sparring. Seeing how confident he looked, and considering the strength of his hand on Qiao Lan's waist, Qiao Lan felt that Tan Mo should be qualified to say such things.

Although he was not very strong, Tan Mo could not move with one hand on him, so it seems that Tan Mo's free sparring lessons were effective.

Looking up at the boy, who was already almost a head taller than her, she suddenly remembered the visible muscles on Tan Mo's arms she had seen at home. Now that their relationship had changed, she could touch them as much as she wanted, so Qiao Lan suddenly reached out and gave Tan Mo's arm a squeeze.

Tan Mo was startled by the sudden tightening of his arms, which did feel particularly good in his hands.

Without any explanation from a dumbfounded Tan Mo, Qiao Lan calmly withdrew his hand and said, "MoMo, how tall are you now?"

For some reason always a little dopey Tan Mo dopey replied, "185."

Two months and another four centimeters of growth?

Qiao Lan Once again, I have to say that adolescent development is horrible.

Tan Mo had no idea what Qiao Lan was thinking, he was dizzy all the time and the sudden lack of realism with Qiao Lan was getting worse rather than less. When they accidentally touched each other, Tan Mo's heart skipped a beat and his mind cleared for a moment.

After all, this kind of thing is so unbelievable.

The girl he had loved for two years and kept in his heart, afraid to reveal a word, suddenly told him that she felt the same way as he did.

Even in her dreams, Tan Mo has never had such wonderful dreams.

It was too beautiful for him to believe.

So Tan Mo always wanted to touch Qiao Lan, only the solidity of skin-to-skin could make him feel that everything was real, but such a touch was too light and Tan Mo felt that it was not enough.

Preferably a kiss like the one we just had, or worse, holding Qiao Lan in our arms, or if that's not good enough, grabbing her hand.

Whatever the contact, as long as there is contact, it's good," he thought, when Qiao Lan suddenly gave him a squeeze on the arm.

Tan Mo hesitated for a long time and reached out his hand, but abruptly withdrew it after reaching out and put it in his shirt pocket.

I had almost forgotten that I was so dull to cold that I could barely feel it, so even when Qiao Lan said it was cold, Tan Mo didn't notice it, and even when her hands were exposed to the air she didn't feel much, only the stiffness of her fingers.

But if you think about it in your head, you can tell that your hands must be as cold as ice at the moment.

Tan Mo puts his hand in his pocket and waits for his fingers to become less stiff before gently taking Qiao Lan's hand in a careful, tentative grip.

The moment Qiao Lan's grip returned, the moment his fingers interlocked, the dizzying sense of unreality that had been lingering in Tan Mo's head was blown away as if by a cold breeze, and the realization that it was clear again made Tan Mo's heart beat faster once again.

Turns out it's all true.

There were snowflakes in the sky, but Tan Mo wanted to go a little slower.

He suddenly regretted a little why he had to get off so early, if only he had taken two more stops.

Qiao Lan had a rare deviation from Tan Mo's mind. Tan Mo was reluctant to go back because there would be two light bulbs at home, but Qiao Lan really just wanted to go back immediately.

Although it was romantic to walk hand in hand on a snowy night, it was too cold to resist.

Qiao Lan feels like she's freezing through.

When they finally arrived at the doorstep, Qiao Lan grabbed Tan Mo and practically darted into the hallway.

Qiao Lan pulled Tan Mo into the room, and when she finally felt the long-awaited warmth, she turned around with a sigh of relief, "What's wrong?"

He looked up at Aunt Chan, who had come out quickly on the news.

Tan Mo , ""

The expressionless look was instantly restored.

"Nothing," Tan Mo said, turning her back and hanging her head to change her shoes.

Just want to have a kiss before going in the door.

As a result, Qiao Lan didn't even hear it.

Qiao Lan looked at Tan Mo, who had the word "aggrieved" written on the roots of her hair, and was in a rare moment of confusion.

Why are you suddenly aggrieved?

Aunt Chan had no idea what was going on between the two of them, chattering about why she hadn't called and urging them to take a hot shower so they wouldn't catch cold, while she ran off to the kitchen to toss up another snack.

The boys shower quickly and Qiao Lan is still in the bathroom when Tan Mo comes out.

Aunt Chan prepared another snack and chicken soup, Tan Mo took a bite and glanced out of the kitchen door, her distracted look was obvious to Aunt Chan.

He was then driven straight into the bedroom by Aunt Chan and rushed off to bed.

Tan Mo :""

He just said he couldn't come back so early and that he would have to do everything outside if he wanted to do anything.

Once I came back, I lost all the atmosphere and space.

Tan Mo lies in bed, stifled, listening to the bathroom door finally open and hearing the sound of Qiao Lan's barred slippers and the inaudible sounds of Qiao Lan and Aunt Chan talking.

The final sound is that of Qiao Lan entering the bedroom opposite and the door being closed.

Everything is quiet again.

Qiao Lan rubbed her tummy, which was feeling a bit full again, and said she had to go for a run in the morning, because Tan Mo ate like this every day to grow, and she ate like this to grow a cross-section.

It was late, and even if it had been lively during the day, it was now late at night.

Qiao Lan rolled over under the covers and looked up at the ceiling with her eyes open, before she had time to get in the mood to sort out everything that had happened today.

It was a fantastic day for Tan Mo, but not for Qiao Lan.

Only a short while ago she had just made the decision that she would teach this teenager, who knew nothing about feelings and what to like, but it was only today that she realised that Tan Mo had already known what it meant to like, even more profoundly than she had thought.

It is only when you quietly think about it that many things become traceable.

When Tan Mo inexplicably asked her what would happen if she couldn't stand up for the rest of her life, what was the point of finally standing up after six months, and what was the point of struggling again and again when she knew she wasn't able-bodied.

Qiao Lan's fondness for Tan Mo is marked by her wavering hesitation, but Tan Mo's fondness for her is a difficult repression and struggle against fate and reason.

Qiao Lan is so much easier than Tan Mo.

Qiao Lan's heart tightened again, she couldn't help but feel the pain, Tan Mo had been through so much when she didn't know it.

Tan Mo has low self-esteem because of her Asperger syndrome, but Qiao Lan feels inferior in the face of Tan Mo's feelings.

Who was she really to be liked to such an extent by such a wonderful boy.

Qiao Lan covered the spot where her heart was beating fast, a pang of acidity, astringency and even some pain, and she took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

After an indeterminate amount of time, Qiao Lan's eyes snapped open.

He listened carefully and without moving, but after half a day there was no sound again.

Did you hear yourself wrong?

She couldn't sleep at all with Tan Mo on her mind, she had just heard a sound, like the opening of a door, very soft, but really there.

Qiao Lan thought it was Tan Mo coming out for a drink in the evening, but after listening for a long time there was no movement at all.

Qiao Lan lay under the covers for a few more minutes, then suddenly rolled out of bed, got out of bed quickly on her bare feet and opened the door, pressing on the dim light in the small corridor.

The teenager, who should have been asleep long ago, crouched on the floor, dropping his head and drawing circles on the floor with his fingers.

Then Qiao Lan's sudden opening of the door startled her, and her delicate face was filled with bewilderment.

Qiao Lan, who was also frozen in place, was the first to react and took two steps to crouch down next to Tan Mo, with Uncle Chan's snoring in his ears, and asked Tan Mo in a lowered voice, "What are you doing here?"

"Nothing," Tan Mo said, pursing her lips.

Qiao Lan was silent, it was nothing like nothing at all.

The two crouched together like two little hamsters, and it took Tan Mo a few moments before he looked up at Qiao Lan and said slowly, "I just wanted to," and continued after a pause, "make sure."

It still didn't feel real to him.

Qiao Lan's sudden heart is too soft for words.

"How can I confirm it if I have to stay at the door", what if she really has fallen asleep and didn't hear?

"Come here," Qiao Lan whispered, cupping her hands around Tan Mo's cheek, which she didn't quite understand but had dutifully approached, and giving her a serious kiss.

"Confirmation complete, is it real now, boyfriend?"