Tan Mo has heard too many insults and contempt since he was a child. He used to be irritable and impulsive. When he grew up, he no longer cared about what those people said and slandered. The remarks of others are irritated again.
But he could never have imagined that one day, he would be reluctant to say a heavy word, and he would be reluctant to let her be a little sad, but because of his own reasons, he would be given such ugly words.
Mu residue.
As long as these two words are uttered, Tan Mo feels that it is too difficult to even breathe, because she is good to him, because she is too kind and kind, so she inexplicably endures these dirty words.
All because of him.
Tan Mo finally knew the reason for everyone's strange eyes these two days.
It's impossible for Qiao Lan not to know, but Qiao Lan didn't tell him. As for the reason, it's not hard to guess, but Tan Mo couldn't feel moved, and his anger and remorse had burned him to pieces.
After the gym class, Tan Mo looked at the girl's smile that was still without haze, and Tan Mo opened his mouth and didn't say anything.
What do you say, tell Qiao Lan not to treat him well in the future, and don't let people misunderstand that she likes a person with handicapped limbs
How is it possible that Qiao Lan didn't tell him about this, she has clearly explained her attitude, she will never change her position because of the gossip of others.
And this matter itself does not lie with Qiao Lan at all, but with him.
Tan Mo sat in the car and didn't say a word. It didn't take him too long to figure out how to cut off the possibility of these remarks. It was clear and clear, and there were only two ways.
First, he took the initiative to stay away from Qiao Lan, or even leave here completely. As long as he leaves, all disputes will disappear.
Second, if he can get up.
He knew that not only could he not be able to stand up with his legs, but compared to his legs, his mental disability made him even more uneasy and inferior when facing Qiao Lan. He once thought that even if he could stand up one day, Asper Greg would still accompany him.
Asperger's is an inborn disability with no cure.
But now, Qiao Lan was slandered because of his crippled legs, and Tan Mo saw the meaning of standing up again.
If he can keep Qiao Lan from being hurt, he can give up what he once insisted on, even if it is guilt and compensation for his mother.
He is actually such a very selfish person.
There are clearly two ways to go, and it is clear that he can choose to stay far away from Qiao Lan, but as soon as he closes his eyes, as long as he thinks that there is no trace of Qiao Lan in his future life, Tan Mo will not dare to think about it.
like someone out of water.
will die.
He wanted to choose the second way.
The scene of the car accident at the beginning began to come to my mind uninterruptedly, the scream of my mother when the out-of-control car hit him, the bright eyes of my mother when she held him in her arms at the last moment, and the sharp pain in her legs after the explosion. He was completely in a coma, and his grandparents pointed at him and said that he delayed his mother's life and killed her.
Car accident, explosion, blood, hospital, scene after scene flashed again in front of him, Tan Mo opened his eyes in pain, but he couldn't see anything in darkness, and the traumatic stress response that had not occurred for a long time suddenly plunged into his brain , I don’t know where the questioning came from, asking him over and over again why he regretted it, why the person who died was not him, if you betrayed your past beliefs, you will be punished, and the people you protect will also be punished retribution...
His breathing became more and more rapid, and Tan Mo had to hold his hand tightly to the position of his heart. Uncle Chen was taken aback by Tan Mo's sudden change, and he stepped on the brakes and stopped the car.
Uncle Chen opened the car door and asked him what was wrong. In a hurry, he grabbed Tan Mo's wrist vigorously. There was a dull pain in his wrist. Tan Mo lowered his head in a trance and saw the Ping An knot and the obsidian bead on his wrist.
"If you turn your back on your beliefs, there will be bad luck..."
Tan Mo looked at the black bead and murmured, "Let everything come to me."
Everything has nothing to do with Qiao Lan. If there is a cause and effect, he should be responsible for it alone.
Uncle Chen was taken aback by his sudden relapse, and when he heard Tan Mo's murmuring words, his eyes turned red for a while, and he asked him what was wrong.
After a long while, Tan Mo's eyes finally got focus. He lowered his head and looked at Uncle Chen and said slowly, "Contact the doctor for me."
Uncle Chen seemed to have heard some unbelievable words. For a while, the man was stunned in place. After a while, his excited hands kept shaking.
"Contact...I'll contact tomorrow...I can't wait to get back home as soon as possible..."
Uncle Chen didn't know what happened, so Tan Mo finally figured out how to give up his previous paranoia. Tan Mo didn't say, it doesn't matter! He didn't ask, Tan Mo finally received treatment, which was enough to make him speechless.
When he got home that day, Uncle Chen immediately called the doctor who was in charge of Tan Mo's operation when Tan Mo had just returned from abroad. Although a doctor can come to the home to help Tan Mo check, but there is no equipment at home, so it is best to go to the hospital.
Tan Mo sat in a wheelchair, his fingers gently slid across the screen of his mobile phone, and quietly looked at the WeChat box he was chatting with Qiao Lan.
Not long after the last WeChat message, it was Qiao Lan's daily good afternoon after talking to Qiao Lan at noon.
Looking at this good afternoon, Tan Mo sat motionless for a long time, until it was past 9:30 and after the evening self-study in the school, Tan Mo sent a WeChat message to Qiao Lan, telling her that he would not go tomorrow. school.
Less than half a minute after the news was sent, Qiao Lan called, and the girl's voice was a little unreal in the noisy noise.
"What's the matter?" Qiao Lan asked him, but suddenly became nervous, "Does it hurt your legs again?"
"Well," Tan Mo said, "so I won't go tomorrow."
"If you feel uncomfortable, just rest at home. Your body is the most important thing. You are too weak now." Sometimes the girl is like a little Tang monk, sometimes more nagging than Aunt Chen, but Tan Mo listened to it for a long time. The other end of the phone said that he was listening quietly here.
It was probably Bai Yu who was calling her on the other end of the phone and asked who she was talking to. Qiao Lan said directly, "Tanmo."
Tan Mo's heart suddenly ached, and he hurriedly made an excuse to hang up the phone.
Uncle Chen waited for him to finish the call and came in, and said, "The doctor has been contacted, we will go there tomorrow morning."
"Well," Tan Mo's body remained motionless and nodded.
Uncle Chen took a deep breath and asked him hesitantly, "Going to the hospital tomorrow... Is it really okay?"
Tan Mo's fear and rejection of hospitals and doctors are too serious. Whenever he thinks of the knife that Tan Mo stabbed into his leg, Uncle Chen still feels terrible.
"Yes," Tan Mo's tone was unexpectedly calm, "Call me on time tomorrow morning."
Uncle Chen nodded and closed the door for Tan Mo.
After closing the door, Uncle Chen's face instantly collapsed. He sat on the sofa, the old man in his fifties and nearly sixties covered his eyes, silently but could not help shedding tears.
He didn't tell Tan Mo that when he communicated with the doctor just now, the doctor said that Tan Mo's leg dragged on for too long, maybe it would be difficult.
The doctor said it would be difficult, but Chen Bo understood that the real situation of Tan Mo might be much more difficult than the difficult situation.
He sat alone in the living room for a long time, wiped his face and went back to the bedroom. The next day, he was still full of energy. He woke up Tan Mo as if he didn't know anything, and then took Tan Mo to the hospital.
Chen Bo took a lot of effort to postpone the doctor's appointment in the morning, leaving the earliest time to Tan Mo.
It hasn't been too long since the last time I went to the hospital. When my grandfather died last time, Tan Mo also went to the hospital, but today it's not for other people but for himself, and the person who was examined was not someone else but him.
Thinking of this, Tan Mo's nerves have begun to tense uncontrollably.
The examination process, like being slowed down, was more difficult than Tan Mo imagined. He listened stiffly to Chen Uncle answering the doctor's questions, lying on the cold equipment, listening to all kinds of machines whispering in his ears. Stopped "drip" sound.
It has been a year and a half since the car accident, and he has not received any professional examination for a year and a half, and now one by one, including legs, including overall physical fitness.
As the whole morning passed, the doctor's expression became more and more serious from the seriousness at the beginning.
Although Qiao Lan had taught him a lot of expressions, Tan Mo still couldn't detect such small emotional changes as solemnity and seriousness. Only Uncle Chen felt that the temperature in his heart was getting lower and lower little by little.
The doctor motioned Uncle Chen to go out with him, Uncle Chen pretended to be relaxed and asked Tan Mo to wait, and then went out with the doctor.
The doctor took a thick stack of the films and other things that were checked out, and pointed them to Uncle Chen one by one.
He is very professional. Uncle Chen can't understand everything, but he can understand the general idea. He clasped his hands tightly together, "Don't tell me this, I don't understand, I just want to know... Can it be cured... "
In the end, Uncle Chen almost said it through gritted teeth.
The doctor was silent for a long time and sighed, "Because of the patient's resistance, the treatment was not thorough at first, but after a year and a half without professional examination and treatment, rhabdomyotrophic disorder caused muscle atrophy, and striated muscles have spread all over the body. , and then a nutritional disorder appeared. Rehabilitation was originally very painful and very difficult, and the young master has suffered from physical losses for a long time, and he can't support rehabilitation at all, so..."
"Therefore, there is a high probability that the young master will only be able to sit in a wheelchair in this life."
Uncle Chen's eyes were red, but he still asked reluctantly, "There is a high probability...how much..."
"Percent, ninety-eight."
Uncle Chen only felt that his brain exploded, and he couldn't stand any longer. He staggered back a few steps. The doctor hurriedly grabbed Uncle Chen, but froze in place after raising his head.
Tan Mo didn't know when he came out, there was no sound, and his light brown eyes still looked calm.
He looked at the doctor and Uncle Chen quietly, and after a while, he repeated softly, "Ninety-eight percent."
The doctor hurriedly changed his mouth and said, "Actually it's not that high..."
In fact, it should be higher, ninety-nine percent, or even... 100 percent.
He thought that he had chosen another path and that there might be a new beginning, but he did not expect his retribution to come so quickly.
He once said that if there is any bad luck, please punish him as much as possible.
Now everything has come true, but it has come much earlier than he imagined.