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

In early summer, the sun is warm, the smoke is soft, and there is a faint fragrance of grass in the fresh air in the morning.

Zhang Junruo was still sitting by the window, the window was opened a crack, and there was a slight breeze blowing the broken hair on his forehead.

Perhaps because of the recent pleasant weather, Zhang Junruo's face has lost the usual paleness, and the skin on the side face looks fair and moist, like a piece of fine suet jade. Those clear eyes, viewed from the side, have delicate and even lines Long, and the folds of the inner double eyelids of the exposed half overlap naturally at the ends of the eyes, forming a nice sharp angle with the tail end of the lower eyelids.

When he looked at you at the same level, he just felt that the pair of pupils were black and clear, black and white, and his whole temperament was quiet and pure.

And looking at it from this angle, the beautiful curvature of the tip of the eyes matched with the owner's slender eyelashes, there is a secret style, which makes people feel itchy for no reason.

Qu Linggong squinted a pair of dark Ruifeng eyes, his gaze was fixed on the owner of those eyes, and there seemed to be something in the corner of his mouth, savoring it carefully.

"The face is like a crown of jade, and the eyes are like stars." Qu Linggong touched his chin subconsciously. The words in the few martial arts novels he read in junior high school finally had a place to use.

Zhang Junruo didn't seem to put all his heart on the book, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, he lowered his head and flipped through a few pages of the book, then put his chin on his slender and white fingers, and turned his gaze out of the window.

A small seven-spotted ladybug flew in from the window with the summer breeze, and landed on Zhang Junruo's finger. He was slightly startled, and then stared silently at the bright little thing crawling on the slender finger bones for a long while. , then stood up, sent it out of the window, turned around and suddenly met Qu Linggong's pair of closely staring, burning eyes.

Both of them were slightly taken aback, Eldest Master Qu opened his eyes wide, and there was a flash of guilt and panic in his eyes.The bright black pupils trembled and quickly looked away.

He turned his face away stiffly, quickly grabbed a pen, and quickly lowered his head as if he was a schoolmaster brushing the questions.Zhang Junruo froze for a moment, her slender eyelashes trembled slightly, then lowered her eyelids and continued to read.

Qu Linggong's movements and expressions at this moment can be said to be very exaggerated and contrived, and the eye contact is nothing in itself, but under his nervousness, he exerted too much force and interpreted it as "there is no money here", and he secretly felt very ashamed.

He often secretly glanced at Zhang Junruo, and he always aimed openly.Even if Zhang Junruo catches him now and then, the corners of his lips will be hooked, and he will reciprocate with a wicked, charming and maniacal smirk.

The meaning hidden in that smirk is very obvious.How about it?You like me and I like you too.It was a tacit understanding between us.

It's just that today, he couldn't look directly at Zhang Junruo's clear and bright eyes.

The reason is all thanks to yesterday's damn basketball game.Zhang Junruo had a cramp in his peroneal muscle in his calf near the end of the first half.After hearing the news, Qu Linggong rushed over to press his legs.

As a result, Zhang Junruo's small face dripping with cold sweat, biting his lip and panting lightly, and frowning in pain seemed to be engraved in his mind, and he couldn't get rid of it no matter what.

That night, Qu Linggong had a dream of spring/light.

In the dream, there were only him and Zhang Junruo, two young and flexible bodies stuck on a big dark blue bed like sea water, entangled with clouds and rain, once in spring/night.

The dream was hazy and foggy, what he did and what he saw, were only vague and vague, floating through the gauze mist.After waking up, I only felt my heart beating wildly, and my lower abdomen was sticky and cold.

It was the first time that Qu Linggong met Zhang Junruo's eyes after having that dream.

Although Qu Linggong has already confirmed his feelings for Zhang Junruo, he wants to touch him, hug him, kiss him, and wants to protect him for the rest of his life, but he always feels that this feeling is almost sacred and pure, It can be called the heart of love with white moonlight in my heart.

It's like guarding a pure white temple piously in his heart, where his youngest and passionate lover's heart, the purest and most beautiful love is enshrined, and he has never had a thought of blasphemy or intimacy.

But, I don't know if it's because of the recent crisp wind in early summer that made everything sprout, or something else.In his feelings for Zhang Junruo, in addition to liking, pity and distress, there is also some desire that cannot be ignored.

Qu Linggong lowered his head slightly, staring blankly at the exercise book in front of him, but his mind quickly flashed back a frame of Zhang Junruo's snow-white body looming in the dark blue sheets in the dream, with thin and even muscles, narrow waist flexible and firm, bright red Biting his lips lightly, he wrinkled his beautiful brows and turned slightly sideways, burying his gleaming cheeks into the blue ocean formed by the cloth.

Qu Linggong opened his eyes wide in bewilderment, but in the warm room, a layer of cold sweat oozes from his back.

He felt a certain part of his body respond to the moment the image flashed across his mind. In a classroom full of classmates, there was nowhere to hide from this embarrassing situation.

He tried his best to adjust his breathing, and shook his head vigorously, trying to get rid of the beautiful picture played back in his mind.

Fortunately, the first class was Teacher Yuan Xian's physics class.Those 45 minutes were boring, and for Qu Linggong, the class was like a punishment, which helped him restrain the double torture in his mind and body.

Mr. Qu straightened his back, sat upright, and stared at Teacher Yuan Xian with his long and narrow phoenix eyes, which was very conspicuous.

Teacher Yuan had just finished writing a few words on the blackboard, and when he turned around, he saw Qu Linggong staring at him with unusually serious eyes, his words froze for a few seconds.

The morning was considered calm and passed smoothly without any surprises or dangers.The restlessness that had been surging in my heart in the morning also subsided.Mr. Qu let out a sigh of relief, and felt a little relieved.

After lunch break, Li Yun'an asked Qu Linggong to have a meal at a gold medal restaurant near the campus.Qu Linggong only ordered a plate of ascetic dishes like boiled kale, and Li Yunan laughed at him for changing from a carnivore to a herbivore.

The dishes in this restaurant are delicious, and it is very popular in the neighborhood. During the lunch break, there are almost no empty seats, but the serving of food is a bit slow. When Qu Linggong came back from the lunch break, he had already rang the class bell for the second time.

Nie Shuhai, a Chinese teacher who has many things, pays attention to many things, and has many demands, has already stood on the podium.Standing outside the door, Qu Linggong hesitated to make up some nonsense to go in, when he saw Luo Keke running over from the stairs, sweating profusely, holding a few comic books with colorful covers in his hands.

After the two looked at each other, Luo Keke stretched his neck and glanced into the classroom, then his face was sad and his eyes wandered.

Qu Linggong naturally thought that Luo Keke, like him, was also making up nonsense in his head, and his own excuse for being late had already been brewed.

As soon as he lifted his long legs, he strode towards the classroom in a swift stride, but Luo Keke grabbed his wrist behind him.Qu Linggong turned his head and saw Luo Keke was looking at him with a pair of big black glass-like eyes rippling with water.The emotion in the eyes is self-evident - help!

Qu Linggong frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"

Luo Keke pouted with a sad face, and nudged at the comic book in her hand with her slender chin. Qu Linggong glanced at it suspiciously, and immediately understood.

Nie Shuhai, an old-fashioned old man, hated students reading comic books the most. He often said in class that Japanese comics are pornography that poisons Chinese teenagers. They have no literary value and artistry and must be eliminated.

Once I saw that Luo Keke was only wearing a close-fitting school uniform shirt, and the hem of the shirt was properly tucked into the pleated skirt, making her waist appear slender, there was nowhere to hide these few comics.And his own school uniform shirt is the largest size of 180, which is more than enough to store a few books.

Qu Linggong smiled with phoenix eyes, curled the corners of his mouth, stretched out his big hand with well-defined joints, took the comic book from Luo Keke's hand very generously, and tucked it in his shirt in a few moments.

Looking at his movements, Luo Keke felt that Mr. Qu was inexplicably handsome and reliable, as if his whole body exuded the smell of pheromones, and there was a gleam in his eyes.

Qu Linggong turned his head and opened the door, and walked leisurely into the classroom.Behind him, Luo Keke couldn't help saying softly, "Thank you, Brother Ling."

He told a random nonsense, got Nie Shuhai's approval, and walked back to his seat.After Wei Wei sat down, while no one was paying attention, she pulled out a few comic books that were close to her body from the hem of her shirt, and put them on the desk.

Luo Keke came in immediately, explained the reason to Nie Shuhai, sat back in his seat, met Fang Yifei's confused and questioning eyes, and secretly gave her an OK gesture.

The scorching sun is in the sky, and the heat is slightly smoky. The first class in the afternoon makes people feel sleepy. In addition, it is the ancient Chinese class that Qu Linggong thinks is the most boring. Qu Linggong was so sleepy that he staggered to and fro, almost smashing his head on the table.

His gaze unconsciously drifted towards the window. Zhang Junruo really still had that breezy and breezy look. In his overly beautiful eyes, the pupils were like crystals soaked in cool stream water, and the whites of his eyes seemed to reflect a spot in the sky. Bo Lan, sometimes looking up at the blackboard, sometimes downcasting something in the book.

Qu Linggong just looked at him like this, feeling so peaceful in his heart, the fresh breath blowing from Zhang Junruo's side seemed to be able to cool off the heat of the scorching sun in the afternoon, making one feel refreshed.

Qu Linggong thought that his temple was still the pure white and flawless temple, and it wasn't stained with an obscene crimson color because of the gorgeous dream last night.

Nie Shuhai was eloquent on the podium, the content was really boring to Qu Linggong.He thought of something, subconsciously reached into the depths of the desk, and took out a comic book by Luo Keke.

Qu Linggong looked at the colorful cover, which showed two handsome men in school uniforms, they stood facing each other, looking out of the book, the hands in the distance were intertwined with each other, their movements were ambiguous, but not intimate.

Qu Linggong silently stopped his gaze on one of the slightly slender boys. The boy was wearing a light school uniform, with picturesque eyebrows, gentle and handsome, and the feeling in the picture was a bit like Zhang Junruo.

Qu Linggong slightly raised the corners of his lips, he thought of the "Two-dimensional Three Sisters".They seem to say that Zhang Junruo is a "two-dimensional broken boy", because he looks like a beautiful boy who came out of a comic.

Qu Linggong doesn't know much about "Two-dimensional culture", but in his impression it is an area that girls are passionate about.However, looking at the cover, I felt the urge to flip through it and read it carefully.

Then, he just flipped a few times under the desk, and was shocked by the large-scale content that was far different from the cover.

With such strange poses, such a dialogue that can almost be called YD, Qu Linggong's conceited and thick-skinned face turned red to the tips of his ears, and the heat that had been suppressed all morning ran along his back and suddenly traveled all over his body.

☆、Ruoruo little angel