(Look at the previous chapter before you read it!!! The previous chapter has been greatly changed, and the plot has changed a lot. Let's take a look again)
At this mont, Boston ti, 12:30 noon, is twelve hours away from China, which ans it is 12:30 in the morning on Qiao Lan.
Qiao Lan finally got Tan Mo's mobile phone number tonight, and after the work was over, she dialed Tan Mo's phone with the boss's phone.
It was a bit noisy at the other end of the sentence, Tan Mo didn't know if it was a cold or sothing, and his voice was a little dumb.
"Tan Mo, do you have a cold? Why is your voice a little bit hoarse?" Qiao Lan asked him. After a long while, the phone answered her, "No."
Then there was no sound.
Had it not been for Qiao Lan for a long ti to know what Tan Mo was like, and that he was usually so taciturn, this phone would really not be able to talk.
When talking with Tan Mo, Tan Mo will talk a lot when he talks about topics or books that he is particularly interested in. The rest of the ti, especially in normal chat, Tan Mo can just say nothing, no. Ask him and he will never take the initiative to speak.
Qiao Lan checked that this is a common problem of Asperger's disease, because they feel that daily chat is unnecessary.
Qiao Lan thought that after school started, she must find a way to change Tan Mo's habit of not speaking, or how to deal with others in the future, she might not have the patience.
"Is there anything important for you to go to the United States?" Qiao Lan glanced at the snowflakes floating outside. "Before you went too anxiously, there was no ti to ask."
The noise on the other side of the phone gradually disappeared. It may be that Tan Mo changed places before he continued, "Grandpa is sick."
"It turned out to be like this," Qiao Lan nodded, "No wonder I walked so eagerly. Is my illness better now?"
"Passed the day before yesterday."
Qiao Lan: "...Sorrow."
Tan Mo wanted to say that there was no sorrow, no need to mourn, but he didn't say what he said.
Uncle Chen pushed him out of the hospital. After getting in the car, the surrounding area beca quieter. Qiao Lan's voice on the phone was clearer. Uncle Chen could hear the voice on the other end of the phone.
He just heard Tan Mo's cold "dead" and couldn't help coughing. Tan Mo didn't understand the twists and turns here. He was telling the truth, but it was really choking. Qiao Lan was stunned for several seconds. Only then quickly changed the subject.
"You walked in a hurry last ti. You didn't even finish the last Chinese exam, but you were the first one in the end."
Tan Mo said "Oh
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