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

He stared at those black eyes, confirming that the owner of the eyes would not run away without permission. Qu Linggong, wearing that black bathrobe, swept past Zhang Junruo's eyes like a black whirlwind, and crossed the big road with lightning speed. Aunt Zhou and Song Shifang, who were stopping at the door to look around, stomped and stared upstairs, and ran back to the room on the second floor.

The gaps in the leaves tore the sunlight into small pieces, which fell on Zhang Junruo's feet. There was a sharp and piercing sound of cicadas above his head, combined with the buzzing tinnitus in his head, which made Zhang Junruo dizzy for a while.

He vaguely felt that he should leave here immediately. If he just stood in front of the facts that were originally like this, and didn't delve into it, and didn't face it, he probably wouldn't be sad.However, Qu Linggong asked him to wait for him.

He had already done his best, and that was really all the effort he could put in when he was young, ignorant, weak and helpless.

Because of all my efforts, I have come to this day, and I came to that person by stepping on thorns.However, standing in front of the gold-and-coloured carved door, he only felt tired and embarrassed.

That's how it was originally, that person lived in such a gorgeous and spacious house, and lived a comfortable and comfortable life.As for myself, I was carrying a heavy load that I couldn't support, and now it was hard to get back, so I could only stagger forward in the mud with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

Zhang Junruo grasped the light blue jeans subconsciously, telling himself over and over in his heart, don't think about it, don't get hurt.

Song Shifang and Aunt Zhou who were standing in front of the door felt inexplicably sour at that drooping pale face and shrunken shoulders.

It seemed that it only took a few seconds for Qu Linggong to be swept up in front of Zhang Junruo again like a strong wind.

Zhang Junruo vaguely thought that he was going to change clothes, but he didn't expect that when he came back he was still wearing the black bathrobe, and the black hair on his forehead was still dripping with water drop by drop, the sunlight was projected through the gaps in the leaves, Those crumbling water droplets refracted a little bit of light like crystals.

Zhang Junruo raised his head and looked at his forehead in a daze, his face full of doubts.But I heard him say, "Take this..."

Qu Linggong held a thin object with two sharp fingers, and handed it to him.

Zhang Junruo lowered his head in a daze, seeing the golden color on it and the eye-catching logo of a certain bank, his expression gradually changed from a dazed one to an unbelievable one.

He fluttered his eyelashes blankly, trying to maintain a calm expression, but failed in the end.

My heart throbbed faintly, and something still shattered irreparably in front of this person.It must be his fragile self-esteem, Zhang Junruo thought so, and closed his eyes deeply at an angle that Qu Linggong couldn't see.

Song Shifang stood in front of the door, anxiously wanting to stomp her feet. Distress is not such a straight-forward method of distress. Caring also takes into account the dignity of others. What is it to throw out a bank card like this?For the first time, she realized how good she was, her precious son - his emotional intelligence was worrying!I can't wait to call that kid from the Li family right away to give my son a few lessons in EQ.

"password is……"

Before Qu Linggong finished speaking, he stiffly stuck the second half of the sentence deep in his throat.He saw Zhang Junruo raised his head in astonishment, and his eyes separated from his own. There was a little water in those clear eyes, and the eyes were full of confusion and unmistakable embarrassment and injury.

The card was suddenly pushed away by Zhang Junruo and fell to the ground.

He staggered past him, his thin body almost hurriedly rode on the dilapidated electric bike, and drove out of his home as if fleeing.

Qu Linggong stood there in a daze, and only weakly called out "Junruo" behind the man, but the man ignored him, and his figure gradually drifted away.

Qu Linggong stood under the scorching sun without saying a word for a while, Song Shifang approached worriedly and asked, "Son, what's the matter. Who is that child?"

Qu Linggong replied dejectedly, "It's a classmate."

"Oh, so skinny." Song Shifang was thoughtful, "It must be a hard life..."

She looked up at her son's frowning and lonely face, and didn't say anything more.

Because another summer work-study student had temporarily taken sick leave, Zhang Junruo was the only one delivering water to the entire water station all day today.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the scorching hot sun was still releasing scorching energy, and the middle-aged man who was changing shifts finally arrived.

After Zhang Junruo received the day's wages from the water station, he went to a nearby bank to transfer the wages for the past few days and all the balance on the card to an account according to the usual practice.

After doing all this, he sat down on a row of aluminum alloy seats in the bank next to the wall with a bit of exhaustion.

In the afternoon, there was no one in the bank, and the cold wind was blowing on his sweaty clothes, making him feel cool.

After the thin white T-shirt was dried, a circle of salt stains could be faintly seen on the back.

Zhang Junruo stared blankly through the glass windows of the bank at the busy vehicles on the road. There were few people in the bank and the surroundings were very quiet, which made him faintly uneasy. In Ling Gong's situation, he didn't even dare to lick his wounds like a small animal.Just keep lobbying yourself in your heart, don't think about it, don't think about it.

However, those pictures and all the details were against the wishes of the owner, and they played back slowly in his mind frame by frame.

As if unable to bear the sympathetic gaze of that person in his mind, Zhang Junruo frowned and shook his head, looking down at the watch on his wrist, there were still two and a half hours before the next job in a restaurant.

After the whole person calmed down, he felt as exhausted as if he had played the whole basketball game. His arms and stamina were a little stinging from the scorching sun, and his mind also had a feeling of ignorance that only occurs when he has a high fever.

On the contrary, he is very grateful for this slight sense of chaos and fatigue, which seems to be able to isolate some other more intense emotions, making him unable to hold his wound and lick it carefully, unable to face the deepness he is in. tunnel.

Once there was a beam of light shining in, and he tried his best to walk alone towards that beam of light, but in the end he just entered another dark tunnel.

Zhang Junruo closed his eyes silently, and a boy as bright as the sun in early summer smiled brightly at him.

He said: "Xiao Xun, don't cry, I will protect you in the future."

There was no one in the bank in the afternoon, and the security guard walked up and down boredly, looking at this young man who was slumped in a chair with a tired and lonely face from time to time with strange eyes.

Under such probing eyes, the boy felt a little uncomfortable, got up and walked out of the bank slowly.The moment the door was opened, it was almost overturned by a wave of heat coming from outside the door.

The boy stood on the side of the road, staring blankly at the criss-crossing traffic not far in front of him. The silver-gray asphalt road was scorched by the afternoon sun, reflecting scorching white light.

He was a little at a loss, because he went out to work without telling his adoptive parents, and he couldn't find a job near his home, so he picked a place to work in an urban area away from home.

He is only responsible for delivering water in the villa area, and he is not familiar with this area, so he has no idea where to spend the two hours before the western restaurant opens.

The boy stood by the side of the road, looked up at the sky, and found that there was no cloud in the sky, and the blue was so clear and beautiful that it was almost transparent.

He recalled the afternoon when he made his decision a few years ago, the sky was so blue, very beautiful, and there was no cloud at all.

If at that time, I didn't try so hard to get to that person's side, then where would I be now?

He felt that his feet were floating, and he looked away from the blue sky that was as pale and transparent as watercolor, and saw a tall and handsome figure standing not far in front of him in a trance.

The man was sweating profusely, panting, and the broken hair on his head was black and unkempt.He didn't know if it was because his eyes were burned by the sun when he looked up at the sky, but he couldn't see the man's face clearly, he just felt a burst of dizziness, and fell to his knees as soon as his eyes darkened.

☆, can you not do this?