For Tan Mo, who was young and didn't know how to distinguish between good and evil, drinking water was often a nightmarish prank. For Tan Mo, who had been in a car accident and had his legs disabled, it was an unspeakable shame and a fate worse than death.
When he was young, his classmates would pretend to be kind and call him away. Then, they would secretly add something that would make people's scalp numb in Tan Mo's cup of water, or mustard, or a handful of soil, or a worm, or something even more disgusting.
He had once choked on mustard and coughed non-stop, almost suffocating.
Since then, he never brought a cup to school, nor did he drink a mouthful of water or eat anything in school.
Later, his legs were disabled, and he could no longer stand up, so he would never drink a mouthful of water again. Because he had to go to the bathroom after drinking water. Going to the bathroom, such an ordinary action for anyone, was the most embarrassing torture for Tan Mo.
So, that girl, why did she take the initiative to talk to him? Why did she take the initiative to help him get water?
He didn't have time to think so much. For a moment, his mind was roaring, and he could only think of the exaggerated and unscrupulous laughter of his former classmates.
"Tan Mo, let's go to the bathroom together."
"Tan Mo, how do you disabled people go to the bathroom? Do you need help? How can I help? "
"Tan Mo, do you drink water? It's good for your intestines!"
Finally, the voice of the girl gradually overlapped.
"Tan Mo, do you want to drink water? I can help you get a cup."
Tan Mo had never expected anything, but this girl who had said good afternoon to her just a moment ago, said something similar to what she had said in the past in the next moment.
He was not disappointed. Perhaps it was because he was isolated by his illness and had a different emotional system from others, so he could not distinguish such a high-level emotion as disappointment. At this moment, the overwhelming emotions were no different from the humiliation and anger he had felt in the past.
She was no different from those people who had humiliated him before.
No, there was still a difference. She would even pretend to be kind and approach him before.
And she had approached him very patiently several times.
He wouldn't expect any good mornings or good afternoons.
He wanted to stay far away from this person.
Qiao Lan realized that ever since that day, Tan Mo's attitude towards her had become colder and colder.
Of course, Tan Mo had always been cold to her, but Qiao Lan could still find some differences in his expressionless face.
In the past, when she said good morning to Tan Mo, although Tan Mo would not give her any response, he would stop his wheelchair and stare at her with the eyes that the other students described. Finally, he would lower his head again and silently walk past her.
However, now that Qiao Lan had taken the initiative to greet him, Tan Mo wouldn't even stop his wheelchair.
It was as if Tan Mo had blocked out the sounds of Qiao Lan. He couldn't hear the sounds of Qiao Lan. The traces of rejection were too obvious. Even the other students in the class could see it.
"F * ck, Qiao Lan is too funny. She actually took the initiative to greet Tan Mo, but he completely ignored her."
"No one wants to talk to her, so she can only talk to an idiot."
Everyone laughed and turned their heads to look at Tan Mo's seat in the last row. Tan Mo was looking down at something.
Even Song Yao, who had the best English grades, couldn't read the densely packed English words without hindrance.
This was a world classic, "Wuthering Heights."
He couldn't quite remember why he picked up this book again. Perhaps it was because of the "malice" hidden behind Qiao Lan's kindness, which made him suddenly think of the main character of this book, Heathcliff's gentleness under his hatred.
Actually, there wasn't much of a connection between the two, but he somehow connected the two together.
He lowered his head to look at the book and happened to see a sentence.
[When your soul enters the grave, do you still want to live?]
After his mother died, after his legs were crippled, he asked himself every day, do you still want to live?
[Only loneliness belongs to you.]
This sentence was really well said. He had nothing. Family, friendship, health, perception of emotions, and dignity. He had none of them. From the beginning to the end, only loneliness belonged to him.
The heat in the north in November had gradually dissipated. Frost had formed on the gradually withered grass in the morning, and the slightly cool autumn wind in the sky "intersected with each other."
But for the students, it didn't seem to be any different.
They were even a little happy that the scorching heat had finally passed. This kind of mild weather was the most comfortable.
The PE class in the first year of high school hadn't been taken over by the other teachers, so it still belonged to the students. There was a PE class in the afternoon. After the last class in the morning, Li Fan and the others began to shout to remember to dribble in the afternoon.
"Class 2 also has a PE class in the afternoon, so we can play a game."
This was said to Chen Yaoyang. Naturally, Chen Yaoyang had no objections. He had always been the star of the school. Not only was his studies top-notch, but he was also the center of attention on the court.
The few of them walked out with their arms around each other's shoulders. The girls also packed up their things, including Qiao Lan's deskmate, and walked out of the classroom together.
Qiao Lan was still sitting in her seat, writing something with a pen in her hand.
"Just pretend," a short-haired girl sneered.
"Sigh, Qiao Lan has been really diligent recently. I heard that she comes especially early every morning to memorize books."
"Memorize my ass. She's deliberately waiting outside for Chen Yaoyang. Besides, with her background and brain, it's useless even if she really learns."
"Everyone has to have some self-awareness. Why don't you think she has any self-awareness?"
"Aiya, there's no other way. For someone like her who is poor, ugly, and bad at studying, there's no other way but to make up for it in her studies."
The few of them laughed and then changed the topic. "What kind of girl do you think Chen Yaoyang likes?"
"Someone like Song Yao."
"I seem to remember that Chen Yaoyang said that he likes smart girls. Song Yao's grades are good. How can Chen Yaoyang not like her? Besides, she's so beautiful and comes from a rich family."
"I don't think so. Song Yao likes Chen Yaoyang so obviously. Chen Yaoyang also didn't confess. I don't think he likes her …"
"Who cares? In the afternoon, we'll watch Chen Yaoyang play basketball together during PE class. It seems that Class 2 also has PE class. We can also see Hao Ying. Do you guys want to buy some water in the afternoon?"
The few of them laughed at the meaning behind buying water. It was fine as long as they understood.
When most of the students in the classroom had left, Qiao Lan walked out of the classroom.
She read for a while more. The mid-term exam was getting closer and closer. She still didn't have much confidence in physics. After all, she used to be a liberal arts student and had long forgotten about physics. Besides, physics mainly relied on understanding. It was still a bit difficult to rely on self-study.
She turned her neck and looked back. Tan Mo had already left.
Qiao Lan leaned back in her chair and let out a long sigh.
It had been a few days since the last time. Qiao Lan finally understood what she had said wrong.
That day, she had only said three sentences. Tan Mo didn't react to the first two sentences. It was only after she asked him if he wanted to drink water that Tan Mo's entire person became strange.
What exactly did the two words "drink water" touch on about Tan Mo?
During yesterday's IT class, Qiao Lan finally came into contact with the Internet. She went online and searched for Asperger's disease. Finally, she had a general understanding of this disease.
Qiao Lan had a rough idea of one point. The Internet said that people with Asperger's disease, especially children, were easily bullied because they didn't fit in with other children. According to statistics, 90% of children with Asperger's disease had been bullied by their peers in childhood.
This could easily lead to a result, which was paranoia.
Because they had been bullied too much, this kind of result couldn't be more normal.
As long as there were words with intentions, they would stimulate Tan Mo's nerves. Tan Mo was so sensitive to the two words "drink water". Perhaps it was because someone had hurt him by drinking water.
Qiao Lan felt a little guilty.
She didn't mean it, but it was true that she had hurt Tan Mo.
In addition, after observing Tan Mo for a few days, Qiao Lan realized that Tan Mo never brought a cup of water to school. He also never left his seat, even if he went to the restroom.
Qiao Lan realized in hindsight that going to the restroom wasn't easy for Tan Mo. Not only was it not easy, but he might also be ridiculed by his classmates.
Qiao Lan felt even more guilty.
Walking on the campus road, Qiao Lan thought to herself that if she wanted to really get in touch with Tan Mo, and if she didn't want Tan Mo to reject her so much, she had to be more careful. When she passed by the campus supermarket, Qiao Lan turned into it. After buying the pen refill that she originally wanted to buy, she also bought a lollipop.
Because she was in a hurry, she didn't see that there were a few classmates buying water in the supermarket.
As soon as the girls turned their heads, they saw Qiao Lan buying candy. They hurriedly called out to the girls who were with them. After Qiao Lan left, they all started talking.
"I knew that she couldn't take it anymore!"
In the past, Qiao Lan bought candy every day to please the boys and girls in the class. She hadn't bought any before, but for the first time in a few days, she actually bought some again. If it wasn't because she couldn't take it anymore and wanted to please Chen Yaoyang and the others, what else could it be?
The few of them became excited. After buying the water, they ran into the classroom. Chen Yaoyang and the others were talking in the classroom. Qin Yang was holding the basketball that Chen Yaoyang brought and kept praising the ball.
The few girls squeezed over, glanced at Chen Yaoyang, and then said to Qin Yang, "Guess what we just saw."
"What?" Qin Yang wasn't interested. His attention was now all on the basketball.
"We just went to the supermarket to buy something and met Qiao Lan." As expected, Qin Yang turned his head.
"Qiao Lan was buying candy."
Qin Yang slammed the basketball on the ground and couldn't hold back his smile. "F * ck, she finally couldn't take it anymore, right? I knew it. She's that kind of person." After saying that, he laughed and sat on the basketball and glanced at Chen Yaoyang. "Besides, Yaoyang is here."
Chen Yaoyang cursed and kicked the basketball away. "Shut up if you don't know how to talk."
The few of them laughed, especially Qin Yang, who laughed especially loudly.
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