For an instant, Tan Mo's heartbeat stopped.
The ring Qiao Lan weaved for him broke.
A small piece of wicker ca off between his fingers, lying quietly in the palm of his hand.
So he still shouldn't have extravagant hopes, it is impossible to have these longer-term things, you see, but a small ring, only a minute, has been broken.
Tan Mo didn't want to think about it like this. It was too sad and painful, but once he had such a thought, more similar thoughts began to erode his mind continuously. For ordinary people, it was just because of too much effort and the willows were too brittle. So it cut off naturally, but Tan Mo always thought of sothing extra.
The broken willows are like a symbol, just as they will co to an abrupt end one day...
Tan Mo grabbed the thin willow twigs, and Qiao Lan next to him was taken aback by Tan Mo.
The high school seniors were all stacked with a stack of books on their desks, and a little lowered their heads could almost block their own figure. The teacher on the podium was still giving lectures. Thinking of the previous experience of being criticized by the class teacher, Qiao Lan should be in class properly, but looking at Tan Mo's situation, Qiao Lan could not manage that much for the ti being.
"What's wrong?" Qiao Lan lowered her head and whispered, but Tan Mo stared at her without speaking. Qiao Lan looked at Tan Mo's trembling eyes, and then at Tan Mo's clenched left hand.
Quietly reached out and grabbed Tan Mo's wrist, pulled Tan Mo's hand strongly, and then broke off the fingers one by one, and finally saw the crooked twist that had been pinched [笔趣岛] biqudao.vip] the small wicker that has spread out.
Qiao Lan was angry and distressed.
Asperger's disease not only makes people unable to understand other people's thoughts, but also makes them think too much about what they don't have, and Tan Mo has no sense of security.
Qiao Lan sighed, took out the wicker from Tan Mo's palm, grasped his stiff hand and squeezed Tan Mo's fingers and said in a low voice, "This is a wicker woven casually and not a real ring. I made it. It's not very tight, it's normal to break, stretch out your hand."
Tan Mo hesitated and stretched out his hand, Qiao Lan wrapped the wicker around Tan Mo's fingers again. This ti Qiao Lan made it very seriously, especially in the interface.
"It's fine if we reattach it if it is broken." Qiao Lan finally re-arranged the little finger ring. "Okay, our Momo fingers are really beautiful."
Tan Mo lowered his head and stared at the ring that he put on his fingers again. The feeling of stagnant heartbeat finally disappeared a little bit, and his heartbeat returned to normal again. This ti he didn't dare to move his fingers, for fear of breaking it again. Even if Qiao Lan said it was nothing, Tan Mo still attached great importance to it. Even if it is made of willows, it is in the shape of a ring, so it still has a special aning.
The teacher standing on the podium giving a lecture, as soon as he lowered his head, he saw Qiao Lan and Tan Mo with their heads together.
These students! I thought that there was a stack of books blocking the teacher and I couldn't see anything. In fact, the teacher could see everything clearly while standing on it!
The teacher opened one eye and closed the other for a long ti. When he turned his head to see that the two of them were still getting together and didn't know what they were doing, they were about to ntion sothing, just to see Qiao Lan finally sitting upright.
Okay, forget it, just give it another chance.
Qiao Lan started to listen to the class seriously again. Tan Mo stared at the ring on his hand for a while, then carefully removed the ring from his finger. Finally, after taking it down completely, Tan Mo breathed a sigh of relief and opened it. This thick paper has the ring in the book.
That's it.
No matter what, it will never disconnect again.
Finally it's the weekend. Qiao Lan usually goes to Tan Mo's house during the weekend, but this week it happened that a dormitory roommate had her birthday.
Although the eight girls in Qiao Lan's dormitory usually have their own small groups, the overall relationship with them except Xiang Xiaohan is very good.
The third birthday of high school is usually the coming-of-age birthday of 18 years old. Girls always pay attention to the sense of ritual, so this birthday still needs to be celebrated. Even Bai Yu deliberately stayed on weekends and did not go ho.
A dozen girls went to eat together, and finally Bai Yu suggested to sing again, so Qiao Lan, who was planning to go ho, failed to go to Cheng Tan Mo's house.
After finally waiting for Tan Mo on the weekend, I didn't even see my girlfriend.
When he practiced free combat that day, Tan Mo was as irritable as he was.
The coach entangled for a long ti and asked him tentatively, "What's the matter, what about the girl you like and others?"
As soon as the voice fell, he received a murderous look at Tan Mo.
Coach: "...I'm sorry that I'm so an."
The coach instantly acknowledged that it is not that your expression is too horrible. Combined with what Tan Mo said before, the coach first thought of this.
Tan Mo took a deep breath and said hard, "We are together."
Coach: "Oh, congratulations...????? Together???"
Didn't you say that you can never be together for a lifeti? Doesn't it an that it's impossible to catch up in a lifeti?
And since they're already together, why are they so expressions?
But the coach didn't have the courage to ask again. Tan Mo didn't seem to say anything. When Bo Chen ca to pick up soone in the evening, Bo Chen happily went gossiping with the coach, "The little girl went with her roommate on her birthday and didn't accompany him. , Awkward."
Already nearly 30 years old, I can't realize how speechless and speechless the sticky coach between young couples is. When I look at Tan Mo, his ntality changes instantly. I thought Tan Mo was coldly like an overly mature boss every day, but because of this reason, he was awkward. The coach sighed from the bottom of his heart that he was actually a teenager.
Tan Mo, who was "uncomfortable
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