"If you ignore , no one will care about ."
This kind of coquettish remark was hidden in the noisy discussion of the surrounding students, and finally penetrated into Tan Mo's heart heavily.
Every day, he kept this distance carefully, unwilling to pull Qiao Lan into the dark and muddy area because of him, but Qiao Lan walked in by himself.
She stood on his side in front of everyone. After all, she let him talk tragically. She asked him to take care of her, but Tan Mo thought, in fact, every mont of every day, he wants to be like Peining. Talk to her without scruples.
How could he really ignore her.
But he still couldn't understand why she did it, why she could do it.
What is he worth her to do.
Tan Mo couldn't understand.
He has always had the ntality of having to figure out everything, whether in life or in study, but now, Tan Mo suddenly doesn't want to figure it out.
It is so important.
It seems not.
He raised his head and faced Qiao Lan. He couldn't understand the smile in Qiao Lan's eyes, but he could see the curvature of her lips.
Tan Mo suddenly wanted to laugh. He had never laughed before, but he wanted to give this girl a smile.
But what a smile should be like, Tan Mo doesn't know. He is not like a normal person who can smile without thinking at all. He needs to look at the smile on the girl's lips in front of him and think in his heart which muscles of the face should be moved. , And finally imitated a sowhat nondescript smile.
This imitation is very poor.
There was no smile in his eyes, and the corners of his eyes would not rise. Only the corners of the lips made a faintly discernible arc, which looked strange in the eyes of others, but Qiao Lan understood.
She rembered a sentence she had read. For people with Asperger's disease, starting to imitate it was their first step to get close to soone.
Qiao Lan's eyes softened, her chin lying on her arm, her eyes falling on the book torn by him, "Can you tell
what book it is now?"
The surrounding discussion continued, and Tan Mo didn't even need to look up to know how many people were looking here curiously.
But Qiao Lan didn't look at them or care about them. She looked at him and asked him what book it was.
Tan Mo closed the book, revealing the cover of the book, and then turned the book to face Qiao Lan, pursing his lips, as if after a difficult ideological struggle, he was finally audible with the people around him. The voice said,
"Classic electrodynamics."
Qiao Lan's eyes suddenly beca sore.
Tan Mo finally spoke, and finally spoke to her in front of so many people.
She stretched her hand on the book and looked up at his eyes, "Then can I take a look."
Without thinking this ti, Tan Mo nodded imdiately.
Qiao Lan opened the catalog and turned the back. Pure English, Qiao Lan's English is still very good, and she can score more than one hundred points in the sixth level of the naked test. A lot of unknown words.
Too many technical terms.
Qiao Lan sighed, turned the book back to face Tan Mo again, and looked at him, "I can't understand
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