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

Zhang Junruo's eyes blurred, and he saw that Qu Linggong had already walked in front of him. He smiled nervously at himself, his brows bright and starry, like the first melting of spring snow. The bright boy who has been guarding.

Zhang Junruo stared at him blankly, his eyes were as quiet and deep as a lake, staring at Qu Linggong so heartbroken.

Qu Linggong let out a small sigh of relief, pretended to be calm, shook a thermal bag in his hand, and said, "This is the black chicken soup I asked our aunt to send, with dried ginger, wolfberry, astragalus, and Codonopsis pilosula added. Especially To warm your stomach, drink it for your lunch."

He looked at Zhang Junruo's expression, looked at him deeply, and tentatively said: "You, you have a drink."

"How do you know I'm here?" When Zhang Junruo asked abruptly, a trace of panic flashed across Qu Linggong's face. "Ah, I... I..." Qu Linggong's thoughts flashed in his mind, and he felt blessed, "I heard what the two-dimensional sisters said."

In desperation, Qu Linggong spoke nonsense.He couldn't say that he had followed Zhang Junruo for a long time and knew Zhang Junruo's whereabouts like the back of his hand.

Zhang Junruo rolled his clear eyes, frowned and thought about who the "Two-dimensional Three Sisters" were, and suddenly his eyes lit up, as if he had a clue.

Qu Linggong secretly rejoiced that this pot was thrown away with amazing skill.It even melted away for him.

He looked at Zhang Junruo with a hint of doubt in his eyes, and urged in a warm voice: "Take a sip, it will cool down later."

Zhang Junruo frowned slightly, silently clenched his right hand, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, Qu Linggong felt agitated.

The gentle and deep voice from last night sounded again: "Drink a little. Be good——I can't stand the smell of ginger. If you don't drink it, it's really a waste."

He examined Zhang Junruo's expression, and continued to increase: "Aunt Zhou has worked hard all morning to cook soup for more than four hours, and hurriedly delivered it to the school gate."

Qu Linggong learned more or less about Zhang Junruo's temper through long-term secret observation of Zhang Junruo.He is the kind of person who remembers a little bit of good things about others, and doesn't want to cause trouble for others.

Zhang Junruo frowned with two beautiful brows, and his dark eyes rolled slightly in their sockets, looking very embarrassed.After a while, he hesitated and said, "You, you'd better let Han Guangyu and Ma Zhiyuan drink."

Qu Linggong twitched his brows slightly, and said, "What are you doing for them? They are in good health, here are all medicinal herbs, and they will get nosebleeds if they drink it. Look at you, you are not too thin, and you look like you are falling in three steps against the wind."

Zhang Junruo narrowed his eyes, his long eyelashes drooped slightly, and the corners of his lips were drawn into a straight line, a hurt look flashed in his eyes.

Qu Linggong knew the meaning of this expression very well.Quickly said apologetically: "I mean, cough, your body is not good, you should make up for it quickly, do you remember what Teacher Wang in the infirmary said?"

"The blood sugar level of this student is low. It is suspected to be hypoglycemia and anemia. It is recommended to pay attention to diet in the future, eat small meals frequently, eat on time, strengthen nutrition, and supplement high-quality protein foods..." Qu Linggong recited fluently like a Chinese text A large section of health advice given by Mr. Wang in the infirmary.

Zhang Junruo opened his black and white eyes wide open, and stared blankly at Qu Linggong. He had never cared so much about the words on the form.There was a slight ripple in my heart.

Before Zhang Junruo could react, Qu Linggong grabbed his hand and dragged him to the back wall of the sheltered storage room where Zhang Junruo often went.

Qu Linggong's hands had thick phalanges, well-defined joints, and slightly warm palms, which were quite different from the boy's immature hands in his memory.Zhang Junruo wanted to pull away several times, but he didn't give up.It seemed that there was another self standing quietly by the side, watching him being pulled forward by Qu Linggong indifferently, unable to get away.I feel contemptuous and sympathetic to his greedy behavior for that little warmth.

Under the sheltered back wall, Qu Linggong looked excited, like a child on a picnic.He pulls a blue-checked picnic tablecloth out of his cooler bag and spreads it on the concrete floor.They took out a thermos pot and many small thermos boxes one after another.

He was clumsy but carefully poured Zhang Junruo a bowl full of steaming chicken soup.It was brought steadily to Zhang Junruo like offering a treasure.

The soup is clear yellow, just like what Qu Linggong said, with ingredients such as wolfberry, ginseng slices and jujube floating in it.

Zhang Junruo didn't know what to do when he picked up the bowl of hot soup.Hearing Qu Linggong's whispers, he didn't give him a chance to think or refute, and opened several small insulation boxes for him.

He can count all the snacks that Aunt Zhou makes.Because Aunt Zhou and her mother Song Shifang were at the dinner table, they just kept talking about these snacks.From the production process to the selection of ingredients.He was familiar with it, and the introduction was effortless.

Holding a bowl of chicken soup, Zhang Junruo looked up at Mr. Qu in a daze like an innocent child, and introduced him one by one: "This is homemade rice noodle sausage, clean and delicious, you can try it later."

"This is Dingsheng Cake, I'll give it to you as a snack at three or four o'clock in the afternoon."

"This is shrimp waist wonton. It's delicious. Try it."

"This is dry steamed siu mai with crab roe, I will try this later."

"Hey, hurry up and drink."

"This is sweet-scented osmanthus tuckahoe cake, save it for you to eat at night in self-study."

"Oh? Why is there still this. Don't eat this chicken feet mixed with cucumber. You eat this cold, and give it to that foodie Han Guangyu later."

"Hey, why are you standing there? Drink quickly."

Zhang Junruo listened to this series of non-stop words, something bright flashed in his eyes, and obediently obeyed Qu Linggong's urging, and pressed the soup bowl to his lips.

In addition to the fresh aroma of black-bone chicken, the chicken soup also has the spicy taste formed by medicinal herbs and dried ginger. It slides into the stomach and warms, which is very soothing.Zhang Junruo didn't know why, his eyes were slightly hot, and there were tears for no reason. He silently suppressed it several times before forcing the tears back to his eyes, and Qu Linggong didn't see the clue.

In the evening self-study, Zhang Junruo studied in the window seat of the self-study room as usual. There was a book "Comprehensive Mathematical Explanation" on the table. Half a day passed without writing a single word.With his hands on his forehead, he didn't know what he was thinking.

With a whoosh, the window in the front row of the study room was opened by a high school boy, and the cold night wind howled into the room, instantly obliterating the warmth in the room.The cold wind was blowing on Zhang Junruo's back.Zhang Junruo choked on the cold air, covered his mouth and coughed lightly for a while.

Xingyi Private Middle School is not considered a boarding school, there are very few students boarding, and there are even fewer people in the late-night study room.The girls looked displeased, and said to themselves, if Zhang Junruo, the top three of "Mr. Xingyi", was here, I would have already been lying on the warm bed in the dormitory.

The girl frowned and packed up the sundries on the desk, ready to go home.

Zhang Junruo was only wearing a winter school uniform jacket, and soon shivered.He was hesitating whether to go back, to the dormitory with Qu Linggong...

With a bang, the door opened, and a tall and thin figure dressed in black appeared in front of the door. The person came with a dignified and domineering aura, raised his long legs, and strode into the study room.

A few girls recognized that this was Qu Linggong who was all-powerful some time ago.Women's instincts feel that things are about to change.

Who is Mr. Qu Linggong, Mr. Qu, but no matter you are a sophomore or a senior, you will tear him apart and never show mercy.

The girls slowly slowed down their movements, sat silently, and prepared to watch Mr. Qu's performance.

Sure enough, Qu Linggong always lived up to the expectations of everyone. He was carrying a sports bag and a copy of "Secondary Chinese in High School" under his arm, and found a seat in the last row.He raised Erlang's legs, stretched out his muscular arms, and leaned against the back of the chair with a handsome face.

A few girls turned their heads and peeked at him, pursing their lips and sniggering.

Within a few seconds, Qu Linggong found that the temperature in the room was very low, with wisps of cold wind blowing in the room, and Zhang Junruo, who was by the window, couldn't help coughing a few times.

Qu Linggong frowned, looked around, and saw that the windows in the front row of the study room were wide open, and the air was filled with the winter chill outside the windows.

Young Master Qu suddenly got up, walked to the front of the study room with a displeased face, slammed the window hard with a bang, and clicked the lock on the window.On the boss's displeased face, it seemed that a thunderbolt could be struck at any time.After closing the window, he did not forget to say: "Which stupid window is open, it's cool outside, go and stay outside."

The girls below jumped with joy, unable to conceal their excitement, wishing to give Mr. Qu a thumbs-up.The third-year boy sitting in the front row raised his eyes and stared at him, Qu Linggong had no intention of it, two gleams shot out from his fierce phoenix eyes, which made the man frightened at that moment.

Seeing that the man had no temper, Qu Linggong ignored him and walked leisurely to Zhang Junruo's seat, baring his teeth and showing a sharp canine tooth.She sat in the empty seat beside Zhang Junruo with a shy face.

From nowhere, a large pile of warm babies with kangaroos painted in orange was conjured up and placed on his desk.Ask in a low voice, "Do you have a stomachache? Put this on."

Zhang Junruo stared at him blankly, without saying a word.Mr. Qu chuckled, and pushed a kettle in front of him, "Godberry water, I made it. Haha."

The surrounding girls couldn't help but let out a series of inhalation sounds.The star's eyes are round and full of pink bubbles.

Qu Linggong sat in the back row for a while, flipped through two pages of the book, and then became bored and sleepy.He leisurely walked to Zhang Junruo's side, bent down and whispered in Zhang Junruo's ear, "You should go back early too. You can read on the bed too. Han Guangyu and I won't quarrel with you." Then he turned and left.

Inexplicably, in exchange for the girl's attention gift with excitement and secret joy.

After Qu Linggong left, leaving Zhang Junruo staring at the two things on the desk, the light in his eyes flickered several times, silent.

☆, confession