Qiao Lan stood at the entrance of the corridor and watched Uncle Chen walk away, alone for a long ti in the dark.
She lived for twenty years in her last life. Since she was a child, she didn't know who her parents were or what surnas. Even the last na was chosen at random. The person who treated her best in her last life was the kind aunt who sponsored her to go to high school. Lan vowed to read her forever.
But before she had ti, she beca the current Qiao Lan. She cared about Tan Mo several tis just because she couldn't bear it, but the boy gave her too much feedback.
Qiao Lan squatted down and buried her cheeks on her knees.
It is said in the book that it is very difficult for people with As syndro to have friendship, and once they do have it, they will beco at a loss and wonder how to maintain it, so use the simplest and rude way to be good to you.
However, this is great. Qiao Lan sighed for a long ti. In the past twenty years, no one reminded her to wear a thick body when it snowed, and no one reminded her to bring an umbrella when it snowed. Not to ntion sent her ho specially.
After squatting for a few minutes, maybe ten minutes later, Qiao Lan went upstairs and returned to Qiao's house.
It was past 12 o'clock in the morning, and only Mother Qiao was not asleep and was putting on a mask. When she saw Qiao Lan co in and glanced at her, she babbled casually, "I don't know what ti I will be back. I don't know where to go if I can find a person in a day. Keep my voice down. Your brother just fell asleep."
Seeing Mother Qiao turned back to the room, Qiao Lan felt that she had returned to reality again.
Qiao Lan originally thought that due to the quarrel with Tang Qin, she might return to the situation where she was alienated from everyone at the beginning, but later discovered that it did not seem to be the case.
They are all fifteen or sixteen years old. Generally speaking, everyone is not bad in nature.
But maybe it's because Tang Qin is not Chen Yaoyang, nor Song Yao. Her weight in the class is not big enough to make everyone else alienate Qiao Lan because of her attitude, so except for Tang Qin who plays well by her side. A few girls, no one has changed much in Qiao Lan's attitude.
Like Pei Ning, and several classmates sitting on the right side of Qiao Lan, they still et and greet and talk as they did in the past. Qiao Lan is very good at English and mathematics, and so students will co to Qiao Lan when get out of class is over.
However, for Tan Mo, most students still try to stay as far away as possible, but a small number of students have slowly changed.
Qiao Lan talks to Tan Mo every day, but Tan Mo didn't hit people suddenly like Tang Qin said. He didn't even speak loudly. He wasn't crazy, he didn't look stupid, and he didn't talk to Qiao Lan. very horrifying.
But Tan Mo didn't care about everything.
The only thing he can care about now is Qiao Lan.
Qiao Lan is now playing with Pei Ning, who is at the sa table, and a few classmates in front of him.
I forgot who started it. They were all boys and girls of the sa age. They were a little unconvinced when they said that, and wanted to compare them. The girl sitting in front of Qiao Lan made questions and judges, Qiao Lan, Pei Ning, and another boy.
The question is very simple. The ten Roman nurals are sorted randomly. The girl who wrote the question read a total of fifteen numbers. Whoever writes the right one among the three will win. The bet is simpler. Two lollipops.
Such gas are boring in Tan Mo's eyes.
He didn't understand the aning of this ti-wasting ga.
But Qiao Lan was playing, so Tan Mo put down the book in his hand and watched them play.
The girl who asked the question wrote down fifteen numbers at random, and then she coughed twice as she clutched the note, "Listen well, just say it again, 2, 4, 5, 0...2.8, don't continue writing, but instead In dozens of seconds, ten, nine, eight, seven..."
Qiao Lan took out a pen and just wrote three numbers. Pei Ning who was next to him suddenly short-circuited, "Eh, eh, what's the fifth one
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