Guide To Raising the Sick Villain

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A Christmas party, slightly dispelling the tension from the final exam of this semester, until the end of the party at ten o'clock in the evening, everyone moved the chairs back to the classroom, talking about the show tonight Classmates who show off.

Qiao Lan fumbled in his pocket anxiously, carefully avoiding the crowd.

She gave Tan Mo an apple, and Tan Mo also gave her an apple, an apple that Qiao Lan felt hot in his hand.

As Qiao Lan moved the chair back, she was clueless thinking about what she owed Tan Mo, and it became more and more unclear.

After returning home at night, Qiao Lan saw the door of her room was wide open, and the old lady Qiao cursed, "Locking the door all day long is like hiding something shameful."

Qiao Lan originally wanted to hide the jade pendant in the room, but now looking at the messy room, she put away the idea in an instant.

Carefully put the small box in the most secret place at the bottom of the schoolbag, close the zipper of the schoolbag, and put the schoolbag on the bedside table.

I came to the school the next day. Today is the official Christmas day. The students seem to have not come out of the joy of the holiday. The atmosphere will probably calm down after the New Year's Day holiday.

Especially the first year of high school.

The morning self-study is also the language self-study of the head teacher. The head teacher stands on the desk and earnestly educates the students to take care of themselves. There are only ten days left for the final final exam of this semester. The students say they know it. After the head teacher leaves Those who spoke were still talking, and some were secretly playing with their phones.

The attached middle school does not allow students to use mobile phones during school hours, but there are regulations on the top and countermeasures on the bottom. More than half of the students in a class still carry their mobile phones with them, playing hide-and-seek with the class teacher and grade teacher every day.

After Christmas Eve last night, it snowed all night. Walking in the campus in the morning, it was a vast expanse of whiteness.

After the morning self-study, the students who couldn't hold back for a long time rushed to the outside of the classroom to have a snowball fight, especially class 13 was on the first floor, which was unique.

The students in the classroom were running around all over the place, and only a few were left sitting on their seats, reading books, and secretly playing with their mobile phones. Qiao Lan took out the exercise book as usual, and started today's study , It wasn't until Tan Mo came that he raised his eyelids to say hello.

It's already winter in the north, and it's very cold outside the classroom. Qiao Lan herself is wearing thick clothes, but Tan Mo is still very thin. He just came in from outside the classroom. When he sat down, Qiao Lan could feel him Refreshing chill.

Qiao Lan looked down at his hands on the wheelchair. They were not wearing gloves, and their pale hands seemed to be even whiter than usual.

As soon as Tan Mo looked up, he saw Qiao Lan staring at his hand, subconsciously wanted to take it back, and heard Qiao Lan ask him, "Isn't it cold if you just wear this little?"

Tan Mo shook his head honestly, "It's not cold."

He is really not cold. He is very sensitive to the sun and wind, but very insensitive to cold and heat. Uncle Chen always wanted him to wear thicker clothes, but the thick clothes wrapped around his body, and the dense fabric pressed against his skin. This feeling was even more difficult for him to accept.

But the fingers were really frozen stiff.

He always stared at the other party habitually when he was talking. Many people thought he was weird like this before, but Qiao Lan never thought it was a big deal. Tan Mo just looked at her while talking to Qiao Lan, his eyes couldn't help it. It landed on Qiao Lan's neck.

It was empty and there was nothing there.

Tan Mo suddenly stopped talking.

Qiao Lan was taken aback by his straight eyes, followed Tan Mo's gaze, and found that Tan Mo was looking at his neck, and after reacting for two seconds, he hurriedly explained, "I was afraid that it would be damaged, so I didn't wear it. .”

After speaking, he opened the schoolbag and carefully took out the small box from the bottom.

The box was opened, and the moist and delicate jade pendant was neatly embedded in the small velvet box.

Tan Mo watched Qiao Lan take out the box from his schoolbag, stared at the jade pendant for a long time, then suddenly reached out and took the box over.

He took the jade pendant out of the box, and used the red string to string the jade pendant from the bottom of the box, stringed the jade pendant and handed it to Qiao Lan.

Qiao Lan was stunned and hurriedly explained: "I have to work part-time every day, and if I'm not careful, I will really break it."

"It's okay." Tan Mo still kept his hand, and handed it forward a little, "Put it on."

Qiao Lan stared at the jade pendant in the young man's hand for a long time, then at the young man's face in front of him for a long time, then reached out to take the jade pendant, and tied the red string around his neck.

The young man's nervous and stubborn mood finally regained his composure slowly. He probably wanted to laugh, but he didn't know how to do so. The corners of his lips curled into a slightly weird arc.

Qiao Lan didn't wear it all the time, and Tan Mo couldn't help worrying whether Qiao Lan didn't like it.

Qiao Lan tied the red rope with her hands behind her back, and she felt a little weak in her hands. She fiddled with it and worried that it would fall if it was not tied properly. He raised his head and looked around. There were only five or six people in the classroom. The closest one was Pei Ning, who was introverted and didn't go out to play. After hesitating for a moment, "Why don't you wear it after I get home."

Tan Mo still looked at her and didn't speak.

Qiao Lan had no choice but to turn her head to Tan Mo and said, "Please help me, I can't fasten myself well."

Tan Mo's heart was calm just now, but he suddenly mentioned it again, and he was stunned for a while before he could react.

Can you help Qiao Lan tie the red string?

I couldn't help shaking my fingers

After a while, he probed forward and then retracted hesitantly.

He was a little afraid.

Everyone was playing outside, and the five or six people in the classroom were also doing their own things. Only Pei Ning, who was sitting very close, seemed to sense something, and subconsciously glanced at Qiao Lan and Tan Mo. After a long time, he tentatively asked, "Do you want my help?"

Tan Mo stretched out his hand suddenly, his fingers clenched the red rope tightly,

"Need not."

Qiao Lan hurriedly pressed down on her body so that Tan Mo could use his strength.

Pei Ning at the side turned back with a dazed expression, but couldn't help but take another look.

But to help tie a pendant, Tan Mo's expression was so solemn that one couldn't help but feel nervous, for fear that he might accidentally drop the pendant.

Tan Mo was really nervous.

During the time when they were sitting at the same table with Qiao Lan, they talked close to each other, and Qiao Lan also asked Tan Mo to wake her up when she was sleepy. Tan Mo always felt that this was close enough, but now, they can be far away. keep close.

Holding the red rope with Tan Mo's cold fingers was a little unsteady, and when his fingertips accidentally touched Qiao Lan's warm skin, he subconsciously trembled slightly.

From time to time, Qiao Lan could feel the boy touching the cold fingers on his neck, and she wanted to ask Tan Mo if you were really not cold, but she seemed to feel the boy's nervousness, so she lay quietly on her stomach without saying a word or bothering her. Tan ink.

After a while, Tan Mo said with relief, "It's done."

He quickly sat up straight again, but after a while, he couldn't help but glance at Qiao Lan, seeing her smiling, and then at the jade pendant swaying slightly on her neck, the cold eyes were much shallower. There was a layer of warmth.

This feeling is very subtle, just like when I saw my name and Qiao Lan's name listed together, I felt indescribably satisfied and happy.

After the second class, the sun finally came out in the cold sky, and the snow finally began to melt little by little. The students gradually lost interest in playing with the snow all morning. After returning to the classroom, seven Gossip, and brought the topic back to yesterday's party.

There are nearly twenty programs in the party, and there are many handsome men and beauties in them, such as Song Yao from Class 13, Chu Jing from Class 1, all kinds of beautiful girls, and Hao Ying, a star student from Class 5, who was arrested by the head teacher to perform a sketch .

Hao Ying played the role of a flamboyant rich second generation. Taking advantage of current events at that time, a classic line "My father is Li Gang" left a deep impression on the students that night.

Fifteen and sixteen-year-old boys and girls are always interested in beautiful girls and handsome boys. The party is over, but they are still discussing who was the prettiest yesterday. Finally, it gradually extended to counting the handsome guys in the school. Beauty.

Because of yesterday's dreamy dress, Song Yao touched the hearts of many boys, and she was among the best in this inventory.

Qiao Lan wasn't interested in these things. Everyone commented on Song Yao's beauty, and Qiao Lan agreed very much. She was indeed beautiful and outstanding. She also looked cute when she heard the students in the class blushing.

Tan Mo also heard it.

He wasn't interested in these either, but he was always interested in Qiao Lan.

Hearing the other students' comments, he glanced at Qiao Lan's face, and suddenly remembered the appearance of Qiao Lan wearing shiny antlers when she walked out of the auditorium on Christmas Eve.

The purple-blue light shone on her face. Tan Mo, who had never had any idea of ​​beauty, felt that Qiao Lan was very pretty for the first time.

Isn't it pretty?

He fixedly looked at Qiao Lan's profile. The outline of the face was beautiful, the bridge of the nose was high and beautiful, and the arcs of the eyes were also beautiful.

Qiao Lan was stared at by Tan Mo and turned her head uncomfortably. Tan Mo met Qiao Lan's dark and bright eyes, and looked away again, thinking that these eyes were the prettiest.

He really thought Qiao Lan was pretty, but why didn't anyone around him mention Qiao Lan's name.

The one they mentioned the most was a girl named Song Yao.

It took Tan Mo two breaks to finally know who Song Yao was.

He looked towards Song Yao for a while, then turned his gaze back to Qiao Lan's face.

A girl sitting behind Song Yao lightly tapped Song Yao and whispered to her, "Song Yao, I found that Tan Mo has been looking at you for the past two days."

Song Yao was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly glanced at Chen Yaoyang, "You must be wrong."

"I'm sure I'm not mistaken, he's really been looking at you."

Tan Mo, who had been "watching Song Yao", didn't know anything. The more he compared Qiao Lan and Song Yao, the more he realized Qiao Lan's superiority.

The bridge of her nose is not as straight as Qiao Lan's, and the outline of her eyes is not as distinctive as Qiao Lan's. Song Yao's face is too round, and her height is far inferior to that of Qiao Lan's when she stands up.

He really felt that Qiao Lan had more advantages over Song Yao, but when everyone talked about those beautiful girls, Qiao Lan's name was never mentioned.

After school in the afternoon, Tan Mo was sitting in the car, and Chen Bo in front of him was turning on the radio to listen to the news again. Tan Mo was silent for a long time, then suddenly said,

"Is Qiao Lan good-looking?"

Chen Bo, who was listening to the radio, was really stunned for a long time, "What?"

Tan Mo was still expressionless, but he said something that shocked Uncle Chen, and repeated, "Do you think Qiao Lan is pretty?"

Uncle Chen was so shocked that he didn't even notice what was said on the radio just now.

Why are you asking such a question out of nowhere? Why did you suddenly ask Qiao Lan what she looked like? What did he want to say that Tan Mo would be happier?

A lot of thoughts went through Uncle Chen's mind for a while, but in the end he decided to look at it from an objective point of view.

Answer Tan Mo's question.

"In fact, just looking at the facial features, Ms. Qiao's facial features are very good." As an old man with normal aesthetics, he can still give an accurate answer. Not good enough, so the nutrition has not been able to keep up, and it seems that there is no complexion. If the complexion is good, the whole person must be different."

Chen Bo was still talking, Tan Mo looked at the street lights outside the car window, wondering what he was thinking.

Christmas and New Year's Day made the students relax for many days. Finally, after the three-day holiday of New Year's Day was over, they began to calm down and focus on the last final exam.

But as the Chinese New Year approached, Qiao Lan was busier than before at work, sometimes returning home at night, even after one o'clock in the morning.

Tan Mo looked at Qiao Lan with a gloomy face, Qiao Lan's complexion was even worse than before.

After sitting with Tan Mo for a long time, Qiao Lan could gradually discover the different emotions on Tan Mo's expressionless face, not to mention that Tan Mo seemed to be more silent than usual today.

Qiao Lan turned to look at him and asked him what was wrong in a low voice. After a while, Tan Mo asked her nonchalantly, "How long are you planning to work?"

I don't know why he suddenly asked about part-time jobs, Qiao Lan couldn't figure it out, and answered honestly, "I should stick to it until the end of the first year of high school."

Tan Mo's eyes became more and more gloomy.

What exactly happened here?

When Qiao Lan asked again, Tan Mo remained silent, saying nothing.

Tan Mo will not lie, once he encounters a question that he does not want to answer, no one wants to pry a word out of his mouth.

As a result, on the second day, Qiao Lan came to study and waited until the morning self-study. Looking at Tan Mo who had just come in, he said good morning. Tan Mo took out a palm-sized box from his schoolbag.

Qiao Lan glanced at it and asked, "What is this?"

Tan Mo pushed the box in front of Qiao Lan, "Here you are."

give me?

Qiao Lan's heart trembled again.

She is really afraid that Tan Mo will give her something. She owes Tan Mo too much now. Every time she hears Tan Mo say "here", she feels that her conscience is being condemned. After the apple pendant, Qiao Lan vowed that he would never accept anything from Tan Mo again.

Tan Mo saw that Qiao Lan did not move and did not open the box, and said, "Aunt Chen made it, here it is."

Tan Mo reached out and opened the box, a well-packed nutritious porridge that was still warm, and the shrimp inside could be seen through the transparent glass.

After a while, Qiao Lan took a deep breath: "I've already had breakfast."

Tan Mo looked at Qiao Lan fixedly, thought for a while and said, "It's okay." He took out the box and put it in front of Qiao Lan, "Not much."

The portion is not much, you can eat a little more after eating breakfast.

Qiao Lan:

"I really ate earlier, I'm not hungry," Qiao Lan repeated.

Not only did he go to the western restaurant to give money at night, but now he was offering breakfast in the morning. Even if he knew it was Tan Mo's kindness, Qiao Lan really couldn't accept it.

Tan Mo's whole body was stiff, and the good mood that came this morning disappeared in an instant.

Uncle Chen said that Qiao Lan was malnourished, so Tan Mo asked the nutritionist to specially match the recipes. Because it was not easy to carry large portions of nutritious meals at school, he finally asked Aunt Chen to make nutritious porridge.

He had seen many students in the class eating porridge in the classroom.

No one knew that when he came out with this nutritious porridge in the morning, he was filled with faint joy and expectation, but now Qiao Lan didn't want it anyway.

Tan Mo couldn't describe how he felt at the moment, and he didn't understand this complex irritability and anger, which was mixed with loss, grievance, and sadness.

He looked at the nutritious porridge blankly, and turned his head coldly after a while,

"If you don't like it, throw it away."

The author has something to say: I am less busy today, I will write a little later in the evening and strive for more 9000+ tomorrow.

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