The torn school grass is the lost first love? [Rebirth]

Where is that?Qu Linggong frowned and thought.

Where is the place where he was with "Xiao Xun", and where was the place where he handed over his "Patron Saint" to "Xiao Xun"?

Surrounded by dilapidated, old tables and chairs stacked together, there was a damp musty smell in the air. He vaguely remembered that he had smelled the same smell before, and because of the familiarity of this smell, it aroused his heart. throbbing.

That seems to be something from the previous life, Qu Linggong traced it back in his heart.At that time, he pretended to be "Teacher Zhou", learned of Zhang Junruo's whereabouts, and followed the boy to the "S City Orphanage Orphanage" in the suburbs. A stale smell.

The smell evoked an inexplicably familiar emotion, and even a picture of a pair of boys running away playing in the depths of the corridor appeared in his mind.

Qu Linggong took out his mobile phone and called Song Shifang. The pampered Song Shifang hadn't woken up yet, and the phone rang for a long time before anyone answered.

On the phone, Qu Linggong asked his mother about the name and address of his school when he was a child, and Song Shifang vaguely mentioned the location, which happened to be near the Welfare Institute for Orphans and Disabled in S City.

This information further verified Qu Linggong's guess. The possible intersection between him, Zhang Junruo, and Sun Hengcai was not the "S City Welfare Institute for the Orphaned and Disabled", but the elementary school he and Zhang Junruo had attended together?

Qu Linggong asked Song Shifang if he had ever heard of the name Sun Hengcai, and if he had a teacher named Sun Hengcai when he was in elementary school.

Song Shifang pondered for a moment on the other end of the phone, and said somewhat uncertainly that she did have an impression of this name, she must have seen it before, but she couldn't remember who it was, but the principal of that elementary school seemed to be named Sun.

Qu Linggong's dark pupils froze suddenly, feeling a sense of enlightenment.

Although the clues provided by Song Shifang were vague, they faintly verified the guess in her heart.

After hastily hanging up the phone, Qu Linggong immediately asked someone to check the primary school he was studying at that time and the name of the primary school principal.

If the principal of the primary school was later the office director of the Welfare Home for the Orphaned and Disabled, then he, Zhang Junruo, and Sun Hengcai were all related.

Sun Hengcai knew himself, so he found the answer. He kidnapped Zhang Junruo, and he could use this clue to find the motive of the crime.

The person sent to investigate quickly got a reply through the channel, and notified Qu Linggong of the investigation result as soon as possible.

Just as Qu Linggong thought before, Sun Hengcai was the principal of the original Pingluo No. [-] Primary School.

This small school is located in the outskirts of the city, in a remote location, and the number of students is insufficient every year. Later, the government carried out urban planning, divided this primary school and some surrounding facilities together, and rebuilt it into the "S City Welfare Home for Orphans and Disabled".Sun Hengcai, the principal of the former elementary school, also logically became the office director of the orphanage.

A faint intuition arose in Qu Linggong's heart. The picture that gradually became clear in his mind, the warehouse full of old tables and chairs filled with damp and stale atmosphere, was at the original school site, somewhere in the Orphan Welfare Institute. A place to avoid people.

It wasn't just the place he was so lucky to suddenly recall, Qu Linggong analyzed rationally, it was also the place Sun Hengcai was most familiar with after working for decades.

Sun Hengcai found out that the private company he worked for was very small, and he had already sent people to search for it. In the office of that small company, he did not find any hidden corners where he could hide himself.

And Sun Heng is a typical "Phoenix Man". His hometown is very far away from this city, so the possibility of him taking Zhang Junruo back to his hometown to hide can be ruled out.

Thinking of this, Qu Linggong was even more convinced that Zhang Junruo was imprisoned somewhere in the orphanage. He gathered his spirits, rushed out of the Xingyi school gate, stopped a taxi by the side of the road, and went straight to the S Welfare Home for Orphans and Disabled.

In the early morning, there were few people in the orphanage, and Qu Linggong went around the wall to search for hidden corners on the edge.

The Welfare Home for Orphans and Disabled in S City is much bigger than he imagined. When he first followed Zhang Junruo to come here in his last life, he only stopped at the front playground and activity teaching building, and did not explore the secluded place behind.

The backyard of the orphanage was densely wooded and lush, gradually showing a quiet and desolate scene.

The more Qu Linggong walked towards the backyard, the more familiar the scene in front of him felt, until he climbed over a dilapidated and collapsed fence and stood on the other side of the fence.

What catches the eye is a small road lined with neem trees, which is no different from the picture in the flashback.

On the other side of the road, the summer breeze blows slowly towards Qu Linggong through the narrow road, bringing the fragrance of Qingyuan engraved in the bottom of my heart. Qu Linggong is completely captured by an indescribable "illusion of old things" , followed the intuition, and walked towards the end of the path.

Inexplicably, a certain emotion rose in his heart, which was a very personal experience. He suddenly felt that on the other side of this road that overlapped with his memory, that quiet and gentle boy from his family was quietly waiting in front of him. That end, waiting for him to come to him and pick him up personally.

He was about to find his Ruoruo.

The phone kept ringing in his pocket, and various notification sounds bombarded him one after another. Qu Linggong had no time to pay attention to it. He was drawn by an indescribable and wonderful feeling, and kept moving forward.

This feeling is too mysterious and secretive, and it cannot be understood without personal experience. As the surrounding scenery continues to regress, it seems that time is also flowing backwards. Every step he takes is accurately stepping on the reverse flow of the river of memory, and He was swimming upstream, toward the end of the tunnel to the old days, alone.

He has a sense of certainty that in the depths of the forgotten time, he will open a closed door and take away the boy who is holding his knees and waiting silently in the door.

The more Qu Linggong walks forward, the more fleeting images will appear in his mind, like a freehand painting, only a few random lines are needed to depict the beautiful and innocent time of the past.

In midsummer, the wind is blowing gently, the lush and dense leaves of the neem tree are rustling in the wind, and in the shadow of the tree, there are a few childish whispers faintly floating.

"Xiao Gong, count from 1 to 100, you can only come out to find me after I hide it..."

"Haha - you hide it quickly - because I'll find you in no time..."

At the end of the road lined with neem trees, there is a dilapidated low barn. Qu Linggong looked up, and for some reason, his eyes were locked on one of the bungalows, which was nothing special.

He heard his heart beating suddenly louder, and intuitively felt that he had reached the final moment and was about to face the final moment.

Qu Linggong staggered forward, his back trembling slightly uncontrollably, he didn't dare to delve into where the fear came from, let alone think carefully about what he was about to face.

Standing in front of the rusty and dilapidated iron gate, Qu Linggong violently kicked open the thin iron chains that tied the warehouse with his long and strong legs.

He pushed the door and entered, the old door hinges creaked, the door was cloudy and damp, and the air with a dusty smell rushed towards him.

The noon sun shines in from outside the door, and in the closed and dark warehouse hut, the light is like an uninvited guest, which is incompatible with this place, making everything hidden here nowhere to hide.

Qu Linggong stood in the room dominated by dust and damp musty smell, his phoenix eyes quickly scanned the situation in every corner of the warehouse.

The warehouse is not big, and it can be seen at a glance.The scene in the room is roughly the same as the scene in memory. There are several layers of dilapidated and scorched wooden desks and chairs stacked around the walls. Surrounded by these dilapidated desks and chairs, the only metal office equipment here - a Gray-blue rolling cabinet.

The metal filing cabinet is the most classic and old style. The file storage space is divided into upper and lower parts. There are three grids on the top for displaying books, inlaid with broken and cracked glass sliding doors, and two closed metal cabinet doors below. , the two cabinet doors were tightly closed, tightly closed, and a delicate iron lock locked them firmly.

Among the messy and discarded items, the cabinet door that was intentionally locked looked very abrupt.

Qu Linggong felt as if his heart was being held in someone's hand, and it was suddenly tightened, and he walked step by step towards the only place where a young man could be hidden.

He knelt down on one knee, took out the Swiss Army knife he carried with him, and used the steel bars and screwdrivers inside to violently open the iron lock.

The obstacle was lifted, but Qu Linggong felt a little timid. He closed his eyes deeply, frowned, and opened the two iron doors of the filing cabinet with trembling fingertips.

In the cabinet, the pale young man closed his thick long eyelashes, put his head in the depths of the cabinet, curled up quietly, his hands and feet were firmly tied with thick hemp rope, and a piece of black tape was stuck on his mouth.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Qu Linggong's heart skipped a few beats, and he was completely stunned.He looked straight at the boy's face without a trace of blood, and his fingertips stopped in the air, but he didn't have the courage to reach out and touch the boy, he was afraid that the tentacles would be cold and stiff.

"Ruo... Ruo Ruo...?" The young man opened his lips in a young voice, calling out the boy's name in a low voice.

There was silence around, no one responded to his call, the boy's tightly closed eyelashes did not even tremble.

Qu Linggong's protruding fingertips were hanging in the air, and they began to become icy cold, and a sense of overwhelming fear was sweeping over him.

"Ruoruo? Are you asleep?" The young man heard himself speaking in a hoarse voice with trills, and even he himself was startled by the sadness and panic revealed in the voice.

No, no, it won't be like that.

He tried his best to convince himself in his heart, but the hand he stretched out just didn't dare to touch the boy's body.

The young man does not know how many minutes and seconds have passed, or how many centuries. The young man does not know where he got his courage. The loss, and the boy can no longer face the cold and fear alone.

Qu Linggong's hand finally touched the boy's thin shoulders, the body under his palm was soft, and he could still feel the warm body temperature, Qu Linggong's heart relaxed, his eye circles felt sore, and tears of joy were about to burst out of his eyes.

He gently pushed Zhang Junruo's shoulder with his hand, and whispered, "Ruoruo, wake up. We are going home."

The young man was fully focused on the boy in front of him, completely unaware of the approaching danger, a gust of wind blew above his head, and a sap hit the back of his neck hard, the peaceful sleeping face of the boy in front of him became blurred, and then his vision was blurred. A darkness invaded.

☆, the truth