Guide To Raising the Sick Villain

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Qiao Lan knew that Tan Mo was very dependent on her now, but Chen Bo's words sounded a bit weird, so Qiao Lan didn't think much about it.

Chen Botan frankly admitted that he really wanted to help her, but he really needed Qiao Lan's help. Qiao Lan felt that he was convinced.

Qiao Lan lamented as she went upstairs to pack her things. Food and lodging are included, the food is good and the accommodation is good, why don't you go.

Alas, I am so realistic.

Qiao Lan didn't have many things, so she brought some clothes and books, and got down soon, and chatted casually with Uncle Chen when she got in the car.

There were some things that Uncle Chen wouldn't say when Tan Mo was around, but now that Tan Mo was away, Uncle Chen had nothing to taboo about, such as Qiao Lan's real family situation.

Uncle Chen asked her if her parents would wait in a hurry if she didn't go home. Qiao Lan didn't need to hide it. From the perspective of a bystander, she talked about a bunch of excellent people in Qiao's family. Qiao Lan felt that she was in a good mood.

Uncle Chen glanced at the girl with a calm expression in the rearview mirror, and thought that this child is indeed much more mature than the average child of this age.

Because of Tan Mo's illness, it was difficult to make friends with his peers. At the beginning, Chen Bo thought that if Tan Mo had a good friend one day, that friend would be a little older than Tan Mo, if he was of the same age. , and will be much more mature than his peers, because in this way, he can have more patience to tolerate Tan Mo's temper, and take the trouble to resolve his indifference, so as to slowly understand him.

Uncle Chen watched Tan Mo grow up so big, from the indifference and alienation a few years ago, to the changes now, no one knows the joy in Uncle Chen's heart. Although Tan Mo is still expressionless, he gradually understands how to take the initiative and how to care for others; he understands richer emotions, such as happiness, anger, disappointment, and even grievances, and he gradually feels them. .

The boy will always only have a black and white world, slowly adding some new colors. Although it is very slow, it is already an amazing progress for him.

Uncle Chen knew how difficult it was for Tan Mo to meet such a person, so Uncle Chen tried his best to seize every opportunity to make Tan Mo and Qiao Lan closer, such as today's remarks, such as his intentional meeting with the school grade The team leader said hello, hoping to put Qiao Lan and Tan Mo in the same class.

Fortunately, Qiao Lan's grades are also very good, otherwise it would be a little difficult to handle.

Tan Mo actually didn't like close-ups of the upcoming summer vacation. Although he said that he could contact Qiao Lan's phone number now, Qiao Lan also said that he would come to him when he had time and invite him out to eat.

But he didn't say the specific time, even if he did say the specific time, it was only once or twice.

The summer vacation is so long, nearly two months of vacation, once or twice is really pitiful.

Why is the summer vacation so long, can't it be a little shorter like the winter vacation?

Taking out a book from the bookshelf again, the messy thoughts were cleared out of his head, leaving only symbols and words that his peers could not understand.

When Tan Mo devoted himself to something, it was difficult for any movement to disturb him. After he concentrated on reading all the content he wanted to read, he felt a little thirsty, so he opened the door of the room and prepared to go to the kitchen for a drink.

Then he saw someone at his home that made him stunned for a long time.

Qiao Lan was sitting on the sofa in front of the coffee table, holding a book in her hand. It was the set of world history that Tan Mo gave Qiao Lan. Just after entering the door, there was no movement in Tan Mo's room. Uncle Chen said that Tan Mo was reading a book, so Qiao Lan didn't bother to go in and disturb him.

Smiling and looking at the dazed Tan Mo, Qiao Lan pointed to the cut oranges on the table, "It's over, let's take a break and eat something?"

Tan Mo still didn't realize it, until Uncle Chen came out of his room and explained briefly to Tan Mo. After hearing this, Tan Mo turned his head and said to Qiao Lan, "Don't take care of me."

"Huh?" Qiao Lan looked up.

"Aunt Chen is not here, it's good for you to live here."

It's good that you live here, you don't need to take care of him or do anything, Tan Mo thinks it's very good that Qiao Lan can come, very good.

Seeing Tan Mo's honesty, Chen Bo was amused for a long time, and he knew that it would definitely be beneficial to coax Qiao Lan into his home.

From being unhappy at the beginning, Tan Mo became happy after he was suddenly stunned, but he was also uncontrollably nervous after that. Although he was still expressionless, Joe Lan saw Tan Mo's daily movements of drawing circles on the plate when he was nervous.

The dinner was made by Tan Mo's full-time nutritionist, and it was delivered regularly. Aunt Chen usually made it herself according to the dietitian's catering. Now that Aunt Chen was away, the nutritionist came in person.

Although Qiao Lan said that she used to work everywhere and had a lot of life experience, but because she didn't have a family since she was a child, she really didn't know much about cooking. The only thing she was good at was making desserts and making coffee. After all, she had worked in a coffee shop for a long time. . At that time, she was in college, and the coffee shop she went to was not far from the school. The shop was small but very distinctive. The owner was Qiao Lan's senior sister, and she often taught Qiao Lan how to make desserts in her spare time.

Qiao Lan walked around the kitchen. Aunt Chen should be a person who likes to study cooking skills. There are all kinds of tools in the kitchen, and there are all kinds of fresh ingredients in the refrigerator every day.

Looking at it, Qiao Lan was moved.

Tan Mo likes sweets very much, and Qiao Lan discovered this after sitting at the same table with Tan Mo for two months.

The superficially cold boy is actually a lover of sweets. The contrast is huge, but he is still cute.

Joe Lana

Looking at the phone, I used my memory to search for a few desserts that I had made, and they were pretty good. After all, I didn’t make them for a long time, so I didn’t remember them very well. After I searched, I took screenshots and saved them.

Give it a try when you get a chance.

I didn't expect the opportunity to come so soon.

Aunt Chen's hometown is not too far from here. It takes about three hours by car. Uncle Chen said that something happened to Aunt Chen's house, but he didn't say what it was. After a few days, Uncle Chen told Qiao Lan that he I have to go there too, and I can come back tomorrow after leaving today, so I have to trouble Qiao Lan to take special care of Tan Mo for a day.

Qiao Lan lived with Tan Mo for several days, observed Tan Mo's daily life closely, but found that Tan Mo was actually very independent in life.

Except for the books that are sometimes out of reach on the high shelf, Tan Mo can do almost all things by himself, such as bathing, sleeping, and changing clothes, but Chen Bo still explained a lot to Qiao Lan, and there are things that Tan Mo must avoid. Things that cannot be eaten, such as checking the windows of Tan Mo's room before going to bed, etc. He can't stand the night breeze, and he can't sleep with lights at night, etc.

Qiao Lan took a small notebook and memorized everything. Tan Mo, who was sitting in the room but could hear Uncle Chen and Qiao Lan talking, began to draw circles on the book nervously.

Although he and Qiao Lan sat at the same table for half a year, he was still nervous when Qiao Lan came home. Qiao Lan has been around recently, and Tan Mo was finally not so nervous, but now that Uncle Chen is leaving, that is to say, there are only the two of them. Tan Mo became nervous again.

Uncle Chen smiled after he finished speaking. In fact, there is nothing to worry about. Tan Mo is not a child who cannot live without others. Before, Tan's father would often let Tan Mo live with him. He just took the opportunity to say these things. To Qiao Lan.

After noon, Uncle Chen took a rest for a while, and then drove away. In the afternoon, Qiao Lan took a look at Tan Mo's still quiet room, found out a bunch of pictures he had cut that day, and deleted them. After eating something, Mo went into the kitchen and began to ponder.

The room was not big, around 145, and the room was very quiet. Sitting in his room, Tan Mo could hear Qiao Lan opening the refrigerator, probably looking for something.

Tan Mo stared at the book in front of him for a while, then controlled the wheelchair to get out of the room.

Slowly entering the kitchen, Tan Mo saw Qiao Lan wearing the apron Aunt Chen usually wore and looking for something with her mobile phone. When she turned her head, Qiao Lan saw Tan Mo.

"Did it bother you?" Qiao Lan put down the phone, "I want to be quieter."

"No." Tan Mo stared at Qiao Lan's apron and said, Aunt Chen wore it every day, and Tan Mo never paid attention to it, but now that she was wearing it on Qiao Lan, Tan Mo couldn't move his eyes, and it was different from before. Just like the time, an indescribable sense of intimacy welled up in my heart.

"You are here," Tan Mo finally turned his attention to other things, "Are you cooking?"

"I don't know how to cook." Qiao Lan smiled, "I want to try making desserts, Tan Mo, do you like pudding? My pudding is pretty good."

Tan Mo pushed the wheelchair in, his eyes fell on the ingredients on the table, and he said in a low voice, "I like it."

As long as you like it, Qiao Lan is more interested.

She had almost forgotten some difficult desserts, and she didn't dare to make a fool of herself. She was quite sure about the easier ones. The egg pudding she made for her senior sister before was quite liked by the customers who came to the coffee shop.

After the water is boiled, add sugar and stir well to form sugar water, then add eggs and fresh milk to the sugar water and stir evenly.

Sitting in a wheelchair, Tan Mo carefully watched Qiao Lan handle the ingredients. He watched her mix a cup of sugar with boiling water, and then cook it continuously. The sweet smell of caramel gradually overflowed from the kitchen.

Qiao Lan saw that Tan Mo was interested, so he took the model to the table, carefully poured caramel and pudding ingredients into the model little by little, filled the baking pan with water, and put it in the oven.

"Just wait for fifteen minutes, and then take advantage of this time to pinch a few more coconut-flavored mango rolls."

This is a small dessert made of glutinous rice. It's glutinous, sweet, and sticky. Qiao Lan himself likes it very much.

Tan Mo looked at her slender fingers, skillfully and quickly mixed the glutinous rice with water, and kneaded it into dough. Tan Mo's eyes moved up along Qiao Lan's fingers, and finally landed on Qiao Lan's face.

His deskmate is really amazing.

He is clearly about the same age as him, but he is so powerful.

She got glutinous rice flour on her fingers and accidentally rubbed it on her face. Tan Mo stared at the white glutinous rice flour on Qiao Lan's face, and suddenly wanted to reach out and wipe it off.

After making a few small desserts, Qiao Lan added another fresh fruit, all of which were Tan Mo's favorite fruits.

Tan Mo especially likes coconut-flavored mango rolls, but Qiao Lan didn't dare to let Tan Mo eat too much. This is glutinous rice, and eating too much will make his stomach feel a little uncomfortable.

After dinner, Uncle Chen called and asked the two of them if everything was okay. Qiao Lan told Uncle Chen that Tan Mo had gone to take a bath, and Uncle Chen was relieved. After the phone call, Tan Mo came out of the shower, and the boy changed his clothes and came out in a wheelchair. I don't know if it was because of the shower or Qiao Lan's illusion. Qiao Lan always felt that Tan Mo's face was paler than usual.

Qiao Lan was a little worried at once, and asked Tan Mo if he felt any discomfort. When he thought about what he had eaten at night, "Does it hurt my stomach?"

"No", Tan Mo's hair is not completely dry yet, it's soft, and it looks very docile and credible, "I'm not uncomfortable."

Qiao Lan frowned and looked at Tan Mo, her brows furrowed.

Tan Mo was used to looking at the other person's eyes when he was talking, but now he didn't look at her at all. Qiao Lan suddenly remembered that the last time Tan Mo lied to her that she didn't take the Chinese test because she was not feeling well.

Qiao Lan always felt uneasy in her heart, but Tan Mo insisted that it was fine, and that she would stay together in peacetime.

After saying goodnight to Qiao Lan, she turned and went into her room.

Qiao Lan looked at the young man's thin back for a long time before returning to her room.

No matter how I thought about it, I was still a little uneasy, so I opened the door of the room, and then lay on the bed and continued to read the book about Asperger's that I had downloaded before.

Having slept well during the day, she wasn't too sleepy at night. It was past twelve o'clock at one o'clock, and Qiao Lan suddenly heard something in Tan Mo's room fall on the floor.

Qiao Lan suddenly rolled over from the bed.

But after the sound passed, the tranquility returned, as if something had accidentally fallen.

Qiao Lan frowned, got out of bed and walked carefully to Tan Mo's room. Tan Mo's room was very quiet, everything seemed to be her illusion, until she suddenly heard a low, but very clear voice in the night Painful sound.

Qiao Lan knocked on Tan Mo's door anxiously, "Tan Mo, what's wrong with you?"

There was another sudden silence in the room, but then there was another bang.

Qiao Lan's expression changed suddenly, "Tan Mo, I'm coming in." After saying that, he opened the door, went in and turned on the light.

Under the light, Tan Mo was half-sitting on the bed, his face pale, because the drawer that had been pulled open in fright fell to the ground, and he was holding a small medicine bottle in his right hand.

Qiao Lan was stunned, and then hurried over, and was about to ask him what's the matter, when his eyes were suddenly caught by the right leg of the trousers that was rubbed up by the quilt because of the young man's panic.

On the dazzling white skin, there was a hideous knife scar that was seven or eight centimeters long.

The author has something to say: The medicine is a painkiller, not a stomachache, but a leg pain.

The red envelope is still 200 as usual, see you tomorrow~

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