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

Qu Linggong's dark eyes suddenly widened, and there was a buzzing and ringing in his head. After the man finished speaking, a chill ran down his back unexpectedly, and a thin pimple appeared on his arm.

Sun Hengcai stared silently at Qu Linggong's Mo pupils with his vicious eyes, seeing the sudden disgust and disgust in Qu Linggong's eyes, he couldn't help but sneer.

"Hahahaha—what, are you scared?" Sun Hengcai proudly admired Qu Linggong's wonderful expression, while stretching out his hand, patting Qu Linggong's handsome side face lightly as if teasing.

"Don't worry, don't worry, you are tall and big now, I am old, I am afraid that I can't eat such a hard bone, I can't eat it, I can't eat it-haha-"

He bent down, put his lips close to Qu Linggong's ear, and whispered in an aged and hoarse voice: "I'm talking about you when you were young."

Sun Hengcai clicked his tongue twice, as if he was sighing: "When you were young—tsk tsk—you had red lips and white teeth, clean and tidy. It was very different from those petty children in the countryside. You looked like a young man from some family. Your pair of auspicious phoenix eyes are very rare, and they are so charming and charming."

Sun Hengcai seemed very embarrassed, turned his head angrily, stretched out his hand to compare Zhang Junruo, and said in a hateful voice: "It's all because this kid spoiled me. When you ran into that thing in this place when you were young, did you think I liked him?"

The man asked himself and replied: "I just want to teach him a lesson. He has a better mind than you. He has already found out that I have plans for you. He follows you every day and wants to protect you. That day, I saw you alone, followed You came here, and then this kid came, and in order to distract me, he slammed into the door wearing your clothes, tsk tsk—what an infatuation."

"You said this love, is it only you stupid little brats who know it?"

Sun Hengcai couldn't help but smacked his mouth, and said with emotion: "Later, you were picked up by a black Bentley, and I was secretly glad that you are really the son of a rich family. , didn’t do anything to you. You became a young master, but this kid became an orphan, waiting for you to write him a letter, running to the mail room every day, but he didn’t wait for a letter from you.”

Qu Linggong's brows were tightened, his eyes were distant and sad, and he remained silent.

"I thought the two of you had broken up. How could anyone be as serious as him about a kid's trick? I didn't expect you two to get together again after growing up so big."

Qu Linggong was silent for a moment, the light in his deep phoenix eyes changed several times, shocked by the large amount of information in Sun Hengcai's words, his expression was surprised and confused, he asked, "You—what did you say?"

Sun Hengcai caressed Qu Linggong's clean chin obscenely, raised one corner of his mouth, and said with a sneer, "I'm praising you two for your love."

"You said, you have plans for me... for me..." Qu Linggong endured his physical disgust, "You said, he has always been protecting me?"

"You also said that I ran into that incident..."

Sun Hengcai looked at Qu Linggong, narrowed his eyes suspiciously, as if weighing whether there was any hidden purpose in Qu Linggong's question, and after pondering for a long while, he hesitated and said, "Have you forgotten all about it? ,do not you remember?"

Sun Hengcai watched Qu Linggong's expression carefully, and the boy's reaction confirmed his guess.The man laughed and said: "Interesting, interesting. You don't want to tell me that you don't remember your childhood playmate at all? You forgot about that too? You two got together again because of fate?"

He had indeed forgotten Zhang Junruo, and also the "that incident" that Sun Hengcai mentioned repeatedly. He and Zhang Junruo met again because of Zhang Junruo's hard work in covering the ice and snow, but he fell in love with Zhang Junruo deeply. From my own heart.

"What the hell is that thing?"

Qu Linggong was very concerned about the "that matter" that the man said, and felt that it was an unpleasant past event related to Zhang Junruo.

Sun Heng hooked his lips, a cold smile flashed across his face, and said in a dark tone: "Don't worry, I'll give you a 'reappearance of the past' in a while."

"I was squatting in prison, and I was thinking about how to fix this kid every day to relieve my anger. I thought of many ways, but I always felt that it was not happy enough. Seeing you today and seeing you two make up a couple again really inspired me .I thought of the best way. The thing you forgot, I am here, the original scene, the original crew, and I will do it all over again for you."

Sun Hengcai had a vicious smile on his lips, and a sinister light in his eyes, and said coldly, "But this time, I won't just taste it like five years ago, and return it to Zhao."

Receiving the evil meaning uttered by Sun Hengcai's words, the alarm bells in Qu Linggong's mind rang out, his heart was suddenly tightened, and he asked sharply, "What do you want?"

The corner of Sun Hengcai's mouth curled into a sinister smile, and he picked up a thick wooden stick more than one meter long and covered with barbs from the ground, raised his hand and shook it at Qu Linggong, and said coldly: "Baby! Don't worry, I'm so old, I won't fight in person, not to mention that a half-grown guy at this age doesn't meet Director Sun's aesthetics, he is still your innocent and lovely little lover."

What Sun Hengcai suggested was too evil and insidious, almost beyond Qu Linggong's cognition. The young man finally realized the maliciousness and obscenity in Sun Hengcai's words. Struggling, the rotten pillars swayed slightly under his struggling, and some wall coverings and dust fell from the ceiling.

Sun Hengcai seemed very satisfied with Qu Linggong's reaction, and there was an expression of admiration and enjoyment on his face. He used the pointed end of the wooden stick to obscenely outline the profile of Qu Linggong's side face, and the barb on it scratched Qu Linggong's skin left red marks of varying lengths.

Sun Hengcai said in a low voice: "Baby, after all these years, I still love you. I don't know how to touch your things, so I can only ask this guy to do it for me."

Qu Linggong's head was buzzing, and he was so angry that he was about to spit out blood. He couldn't imagine that such an evil and vicious beast would grow in Qingping world.

He watched helplessly as Sun Hengcai walked back to Zhang Junruo, and began to struggle desperately, cursing with all the ugly words in his mind. Although the pillars in the warehouse were old, they were very strong. With all his strength, he struggled until his wrists were worn out. The blood dripped out, but it couldn't be shaken by half.

Amidst Qu Linggong's roar, Sun Hengcai leaned over and picked up a basin of cold water that he had already prepared. How could he let the boy easily escape the revenge he had planned for four years.

He just wanted to see the boy screaming in pain, crying and begging for mercy, so that he could release the anger that had been pent up in his heart for four years, take revenge for the four years of prison, and the psychological imbalance of changing from a well-dressed office director to a prisoner .

If the teenager who was revenged by him was in a coma the whole time, wouldn't the pleasure of revenge be greatly reduced.

Sun Hengcai poured a basin of cold water on his head, and the unconscious boy trembled all over his body, and then woke up dazedly. Because of his excessive weakness, his eyes were loose and out of focus, and he half-opened his eyes, looking at the scene in the room in a daze.

Seeing that Zhang Junruo woke up, Qu Linggong suddenly stopped cursing, and wanted to say something to calm the boy's emotions. He was afraid that Zhang Junruo would panic when he knew Sun Hengcai's plan.

The boy had already made up his mind that he would never let the boy be abused by this scumbag. Even if he lost his hands, even if he tried his best, he would protect his baby.

Zhang Junruo trembled his slender eyelashes, his eyes were blurred and scattered, it could be seen that he was not fully awake yet.His pitch-black eyeballs rolled slightly, his eyes flicked over the messy desks and chairs, the dilapidated filing cabinets, and even Sun Hengcai lightly, and then met Qu Linggong's deep gaze in the air, his pupils as clear as lake water froze. move.

Qu Linggong met Zhang Junruo's eyes, and his mind quickly calmed down. He said softly to Zhang Junruo comfortingly: "Ruoruo, don't be afraid, brother Ling is here."

Hearing this, Sun Hengcai shrugged his shoulders, let out a stern and terrifying smile like a night owl, and in front of him, before the ignorant boy had time to understand his situation, he tore open his pure white summer school uniform shirt.

With the crisp sound of "stabbing", the pearl-colored and transparent buttons were scattered, and the thin chest belonging to the boy was suddenly exposed to the damp and turbid air.

Zhang Junruo opened his eyes wide in a daze, and his dark pupils trembled in fear. Although he hadn't had any water for a long time, he still squeezed his strength out of his body and struggled desperately, but his hands were tied behind his back, and the two The ankles of each foot were also tightly bound together.

The boy was like a dying fish on the knife, struggling desperately to move his young and thin body.

The rough rope on Qu Linggong's wrist had already been cut into the flesh, and half of the rope was soaked in blood. He shouted sharply: "Scum! Pervert! Haven't you always liked me? Come at me!"

Sun Hengcai squinted his eyes, while listening to Qu Linggong's cursing calmly, while admiring the young man's struggle, there was a trace of enjoyment on his face.

He used one end of the wooden stick to rest on the boy's smooth, porcelain-white cheeks, and slowly stroked down along the graceful contours of the chin, to the boy's sensitive and slender neck.

Sun Hengcai enjoyed the thrill of revenge very much, narrowed his vicious eyes slightly, and used the wooden stick as a paintbrush in his hand to outline the beautiful and youthful outline of the boy. The "end of the pen" slid across the slender and graceful collarbone, and came to the chest that rose and fell violently due to fear, and rolled the fragile point of the chest maliciously.

From the sealed mouth, a broken and mournful sob leaked out, and tears of shame and anger filled his eyes.

Sun Hengcai pursed his lips, and said with a soft smile: "It feels good, isn't there a little bit of excitement besides being humiliated by someone you love seeing such a scene? Huh?" The evil man made fun of him while increasing the strength in his hands. .

Zhang Junruo was so ashamed and indignant that he struggled desperately to escape the man's malicious humiliation.

With the last bit of strength, the boy dropped his bound body from the pieced together desk, his forehead fell on the concrete floor, and he passed out, his consciousness temporarily escaped from the unbearable cruel situation.

Sun Hengcai leaned down, pinched the boy's chin and inspected it carefully, and found that the boy's face was pale, his eyes were closed, and he was sure to have fallen into a coma again.

The target of revenge lost consciousness, and the revenge method that he had racked his brains to come up with was difficult to carry out. Sun Hengcai showed a hint of displeasure on the old face that was enjoying himself just now.

Sun Hengcai's face was gloomy, and he smacked his lips resentfully, not wanting his target of revenge to get away with being unconscious, so he decided to repeat the old trick, and went to the abandoned well outside the door, scooped up a basin of cold water from the bottom of the ground, and splashed Zhang Junruo again.

☆, time past

Chapter 109

Qu Linggong still managed to stabilize his mind and maintained great composure when the boy was whimpering and struggling desperately.

He is soberly aware that once his side is in chaos and misses the chance of rescue, Zhang Junruo will not only be abused and abused by the thugs, but will even be brutally killed by a desperate man.

Qu Linggong's dark pupils turned quickly, and his sharp eyes scanned back and forth in the dim room. When his eyes moved to the rolling cabinet not far away, he finally thought of a way to escape.

He stood still, waiting for Sun Heng to go out and walk away. His long and strong legs suddenly stretched out, and he kicked hard on the side wall of the metal filing cabinet.

There was a loud bang from the rolling cabinet, and on the sliding glass door above, a crumbling fragment of glass fell to the ground and shattered into several pieces.

Qu Linggong's long, thin legs stretched as far as he could, using the heel of his sneakers to reach a piece of broken glass in the shape of an acute angle. Using the sharp, sharp corner of a piece of glass, cut the cord on the wrist.

A moment later, the iron door creaked and made a disturbing sharp turning sound. Sun Hengcai came back with a basin of cool well water in the ground. He was eager for revenge. Instead of shards of broken glass on the concrete floor, he went straight to the fainted boy, and repeated his tricks as if venting his anger, pouring a basin of cold water on his head.

The overly weak boy slowly came to his senses, and found himself still deep in the abyss of purgatory.

He was a little unable to open his eyes. In the hazy field of vision, he saw in the backlight, a frenzied villain standing in front of him, looking down at him. On his sinister and sinister face like a ghost, there was a hideous and gloomy look on his face. sneer.

The next second, Sun Heng bent down and began to use his thick fingers covered with veins to pick up the boy's school uniform trousers.

Xing Yi's summer school uniform is a pure white shirt with a honeysuckle garland printed on it, paired with khaki slim-fit pencil pants.

Honeysuckle, honeysuckle, means enduring the severe winter.

For some reason, the boy thought of the school badge of the Xingyi honeysuckle garland inappropriately. Under Sun Hengcai's evil attack, he struggled like a collapse, but his body no longer had any strength, and his headache seemed to be splitting. As numb as if it wasn't my own.

The tyrannical villain leaned on him, looking at himself who couldn't resist with a smile on his lips, with a hint of excitement and joy in his expression.

Zhang Junruo realized that the evil man was undoing his belt with his hands, and a sense of trance rose in his heart.

Why is the severe winter in his life so long? He is almost out of strength, and he will almost not be able to survive this winter.He once thought that he had walked out of that dark tunnel, but he woke up from the dream, and it turned out that he had never escaped from this person's control and humiliation.

"Cry—cry—shout—" Sun Hengcai seemed a little dissatisfied with Zhang Junruo's blank expression, the boy looked at him in a daze, his clear pupils seemed to be looking at some dirty underground creature or something A humble ant.

This look completely angered Sun Hengcai, what he wanted was revenge, not to be baptized by the young man's contemptuous gaze.

He leaned forward, rode on the boy, and slapped him hard. A few dark red finger marks were imprinted on the boy's pale cheeks. He looked miserable and pitiful. The joy of revenge, but the boy's quiet eyes were like a deep pool of water, looking at him without waves.

"Crying—! Shouting—! Why are you looking at me? Are you stupid?" Sun Hengcai was furious, and his big old hands strangled Zhang Junruo's slender neck, tightening inch by inch.

The weak boy's eyes began to lose sight, and an abnormal blush appeared on his cheeks. He was about to suffocate, and Sun Heng let go of his hand. He knew that if he pinched the boy again, the boy would immediately fall into a coma again.

A sneer sneered at the corner of the man's mouth: "Want to die? Don't dream, I won't fulfill you."

After that, he bent down again, interested in untying the belt and metal buckle around the boy's waist.

Zhang Junruo's thin and pale chest heaved violently, his mouth was tightly sealed by tape, and even breathing became difficult, and he couldn't find any strength to resist, so he could only twist his body slightly to avoid the man's obscene touch.

The shackles on Qu Linggong's wrist had already been cut halfway by the piece of glass. While he continued to cut the rope anxiously, he raised his head and stared at the image of a middle-aged man holding down a thin boy not far away. Suddenly, a strange scene appeared.

It was raining lightly outside. In the evening, the twilight was gloomy, and there was a damp earthy smell mixed with the unique fragrance of neem flowers in the air. He ran towards the abandoned warehouse in the backyard of the old school building alone, feeling panicked. Uneasy, always feel that there is a light behind him, as if there is a vicious and cold eye chasing him.

He ran behind a row of warehouses, dodged and hid in a small corner, silently clutching the model of Gunpla in his hand.

Outside, there was only the sound of raindrops on the eaves, and there seemed to be an ulterior silence brewing in the damp air.The boy's intuition felt that some unknown danger was approaching step by step.

He held his breath and didn't dare to go out to check. After a while, a short and thin figure suddenly appeared in front of him, with a pair of clear and dark pupils, looking at him worriedly.

"Xiao Xun, it's you!" He let out a long breath, and the little monk said angrily, "I thought there was a ghost following me."

"Xiao Xun, what's the matter?" He saw the boy's brows with deep melancholy, and asked in puzzlement.

The boy in front of him rolled his ink pupils lightly, and said casually: "It's okay, let's play a game, you count from 1 to 100 here." He turned and pointed to the other side of the road between the neem trees, and said, "Go to the school building after counting." Look for me."

He wanted to retort, "But, it's raining now", but when he saw "Xiao Xun"'s serious face, he nodded dully.

The boy said again, "Lend me your clothes."

Qu Linggong saw that the boy was only wearing a whitishly washed T-shirt, and it was drizzling in the sky. He thought he was cold, so he took off the thin coat carefully selected by his mother and handed it to him.

The boy quickly put on his clothes, then took out a handkerchief from his trouser pocket, folded it to cover his eyes, and said anxiously, "Don't come out, count from 1 to 100, and go to the school building after counting." go find me."

They were always playing this kind of game in private, and Qu Linggong heard himself say in a childish voice, confidently: "Okay, you hide it quickly, because I will find you right away!"

The boy covered his eyes with a handkerchief. He closed his eyes and counted silently. His eyes were dark, but his hearing became sharp.He heard the boy's footsteps rushing away in the mud in the pattering rain.

He could faintly hear other indistinguishable sounds, a little slow and dull.He didn't know what that sound was.

I always feel that "Xiao Xun" is not the only one who is not far away, getting farther and farther away from the corner where he is. Could it be that his intuition is correct, there are really monsters like ghosts and gods in cartoons behind them?

He frowned, a little puzzled, but he did not disobey the agreement with "Xiao Xun". He counted from 1 to 100 earnestly, and was about to follow the boy's instructions, walk through the long road between neem trees, and return to the The old primary school building not far away stopped suddenly when passing by one of the warehouses.

He clearly heard a loud bang from the warehouse, followed by several dull bangs, the rustling of clothes, and the sound of tables and chairs colliding and rubbing against the concrete floor.

The rusty iron door of the school warehouse was ajar. Holding the blue checked handkerchief of "Xiao Xun" in his hand, he frowned and walked close to the closed door. look around.

I thought I would see some ghost, but saw a tall and slender figure riding on Jing Xun.

The man's back was facing the door, and he couldn't see his face clearly, only a crisp smoke gray suit could be seen.

Xiaoxun's thin body struggled desperately under the man's body, his thin wrist was strangled by the man and pressed on top of his head, looking very humiliated, but for some reason, he didn't cry out.

The man was very impatient with the boy's struggle, so he raised his free hand and slapped Jing Xun's palms hard, and then began to tear his clothes and pants.

Although Qu Linggong was ignorant, he also knew that he was hurting his most precious Xiao Xun. He looked away, searched anxiously, and found a wooden stick in his hand on the outer wall of the warehouse, and then broke into the door. Gripping the wooden stick firmly in his hands, he ran over without hesitation, and hit the man's arched back hard.

The man was caught off guard and hit by him a few times. He turned around in pain, quickly stood up from the ground, and came towards him.

Qu Linggong saw the man's face clearly in the dark and messy room. When he saw the smoky gray suit, he still had a sense of familiarity. This man turned out to be Principal Sun who presided over the speech at the weekly flag-raising ceremony.

He held the wooden stick horizontally in front of him, and was forced to approach the wall step by step by the tall man.

The man was white-faced and beardless, his silver-rimmed glasses gleamed coldly, and there was a hideous expression on his face, which seemed to be smiling or excited.

Principal Sun was like a small beast besieging a poor way, approaching him inch by inch, and was about to force him into a dusty corner of the warehouse.

He was anxiously thinking about how to escape with Xiao Xun, when he saw something flash behind the man, and then there was a dull sound, and a broken desk flew over from behind the man, hitting him heavily .

A trace of murderous intent flashed through the man's cloudy eyes behind the glasses. He turned around abruptly, and saw that the boy who had been pushed down by him just now had stood up and stood there, looking at him with some trepidation.

The man was furious, and quickly changed his target. He wanted to clean up the boy who hit him with a chair first. He stopped and was about to turn around when Qu Linggong yelled, "Xiao Xun, run away!" !” Immediately, he threw the wooden stick in his hand at the man’s head fiercely.

The man was hit again, and his whole body was full of rage. Just as he was about to turn around to make up for it, he heard a rush of running behind him. The two children had a good understanding and cooperated very well. At the moment when the man was hit by the wooden stick, they both Run to the open door.

Qu Linggong took Xiaoxun's hand, and ran back to the old school building quickly, away from the eerie warehouse.

The two hid in a corner of the school building to avoid people, and they felt a little relieved after making sure that Principal Sun hadn't chased him.

Qu Linggong pulled the boy over and inspected the wound on his body, and found that there were two shocking dark purple fingerprints on the boy's face, and there were tears at the end of his narrow and beautiful eyes.

The boy was shocked for a while, recalling the humiliating scene of being pressed down by the man just now, the tears in his eyes accumulated more and more, and they were about to burst out.

Qu Linggong looked at his aggrieved sample, feeling very distressed, stroked the top of the boy's dark hair with his small hands, and comforted him: "Xiao Xun, don't cry. I will protect you from now on!"

The boy pursed his lips, and being gently comforted by him, his tears became more violent, and the tears that had been held back for a long time could no longer be held back, and suddenly slipped down.

Qu Linggong quickly took out the Gundam Patronus from his pocket, stuffed it into the boy's arms, and comforted him: "Xiao Xun, don't cry, I swear that I will protect you. This is for you. When I'm not around, it will protect you." Will protect you for me. When you are afraid, you will not be afraid when you see it."

The boy held the Gundam Patronus in his arms, curled up, wrapped his arms tightly around his knees, and sobbed, "But, I'm still very scared, all I see is that person's face..."

Seeing the boy hugging his body tightly, Qu Linggong gritted his teeth angrily and asked, "Where did that man touch you?"

The boy was blushing, with long eyelashes drooping, and awkwardly compared his face, neck, and chest with his small hands...

Qu Linggong knelt in front of the boy, hugged his head with both hands, kissed his red-stained cheeks and neck softly and lovelyly, and followed the delicate collarbone downwards, gently lightening the skin touched by the man. kissed again.

Then he raised his eyes and looked at the blushing boy, and said softly, "You won't be afraid now. When you think of this in the future, you will only think of me kissing you."

The boy trembled his eyelashes, slightly startled, and nodded lazily.

Qu Linggong's beautiful phoenix eyes were black, and he said with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "I kissed you before, and when you grow up, you will have to be my daughter-in-law."

……

Countless fragments of memories, following this childhood past, like countless pieces of falling snowflakes, flew back to Qu Linggong's mind one by one from somewhere outside the sky.

Everything is only in the blink of an eye, as if Zhongshan's clouds and mist dissipate in an instant, and his mind becomes clear.

During the extreme time, Qu Linggong thought of many things, every detail of his time with "Xiao Xun", and the countless pure and sincere "promises" between them.

Sun Hengcai struggled to pull Zhang Junruo's slim trousers to his knees, and was about to turn him over and press him on the ground, when Qu Linggong finally loosened the broken hemp rope, and the young man's tall and strong body suddenly jumped up from the ground , with a vigorous body and incomparable swiftness, he rushed over with one stride.

A strong wind blew behind him for no reason, and before Sun Heng could react, someone grabbed his neck from behind and pulled him away from Zhang Junruo's body vigorously.

There are all kinds of tools that can be used to vent anger, such as tables, chairs and benches, but Qu Linggong doesn't bother to use them. He just wants to use his iron fist to beat the scum in front of him.

Although Sun Hengcai is tall, he has a gloomy and sinister personality, lives like an underground creature, rarely exercises, and is approaching his twilight years. How can he deal with Qu Linggong, who is keen on training and fitness, and has a tall and strong body?

The man barely resisted a few times before he was crushed and beaten by the youth without any suspense. Qu Linggong rode on the man, his fists rained down, he pursed his lips, and beat him silently for a minute, until His fists were soaked in blood, and Sun Hengcai knocked down a row of teeth that maintained his appearance.

If the furious boy hadn't been concerned about his weak boy, he wouldn't have stopped at all.

He slightly relieved the anger in his chest, and saw that the frenzied man under him had completely passed out at this time, his face was bruised and purple, but he couldn't see the cruel face anymore, so he simply stood up and threw him off the ground He picked it up, threw it casually, and slammed it into an old desk and chair that was stacked in the corner.

Because of the man's invasion, the tables and chairs fell down one after another and were buried on the man's body. From a distance, it looked like a simple grave full of irony.

Qu Linggong helped the boy untie the shackles on his back and ankles, and helped him put on his clothes quickly and carefully. The boy was tortured by Sun Hengcai, and the dark red palm marks on his face were on his pale skin. The contrast was shocking, his eyes were completely slackened, he exhaled more air than inhaled, and looked dying.

Qu Linggong worriedly called the boy's name softly a few times, the boy seemed to hear it, his eyelashes trembled, but he didn't agree, his eyes closed, and he fell into a coma again.

Qu Linggong felt a sharp pain in his heart. He picked up the boy and ran out the door. His long legs were like flying, and while running, he said to the unconscious boy in his arms, "Ruo Ruo, don't be afraid, Brother Ling!" Here, you'll be fine."

The young man walks through the long neem tree-lined road, and quickly steps over the dilapidated and collapsed wall, as if passing through the gap between time and space, and took away his cherished lover from the depths of a forgotten time. Same.

He stumbled and walked a long way, and finally came to the front door of the orphanage, where the manpower and police cars he ordered could barely reach.

☆, so sweet