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

Zhang Junruo couldn't remember how he got home, he was lost like a ghost along the way, and all kinds of turbulent emotions washed over his heart over and over again.

Didn't that person forget himself?

Why find someone to humiliate him with that kind of talk?

A terrifying thought quickly crossed his mind, entangled him like an evil poisonous snake.

Does he know who he is?

The content that may be hidden behind that kind of speculation is too hideous and terrifying, enough to tear apart the boy's sincere and hot chest.

The thin boy tightly hugged his arms with his cold fingers, and couldn't help but tremble all over his body.

What kind of eyes does that boy who smiles brightly at him and his eyes are full of doting look at him?

He trekked to that person through hardships. In the eyes of that person, would he be a lingering trouble?It's the perverted paranoid who has been haunting him...

He remembered the boy's undisguised hostility towards him during the "reunion", and the boy's abuse and attacks on him on the Internet with that German chocolate candy wrapper as his profile picture.Thinking of the boy's knife-like sharp eyes, he stared at him mercilessly, and kicked him to the ground mercilessly.

He even thought of the "first kiss", when he could not wait for the long-awaited kiss to open his eyes, he saw the boy looking at his idiot with a slightly playful look in his eyes.

At that time, he thought it was a boy's naughtiness, but now recalling the smirk on the corner of the man's mouth, he felt that it was almost cruel banter and scrutiny.

The warm air was turned on in the room, but Zhang Junruo felt that the bones were piercingly cold, and there was a sharp throbbing pain in his stomach. The spasmodic pain hit him so hard that he couldn't breathe. Taking a deep breath, his figure swayed, and he knelt down on the plain carpet suddenly, covering his mouth and retching.

Han Xueru passed by the door and heard the sound of retching coming from the room, knocked on the door, and asked worriedly: "Junruo, what's wrong with you?"

Zhang Junruo took a deep breath and adjusted his breathing. Cold sweat dripped down his forehead, and he suppressed the surging vomiting. His voice was hoarse as if there was a handful of sand mixed in his throat, and he responded with difficulty: "Han, Aunt Han, I fine."

Han Xueru frowned outside the door with a look of disappointment.We have been together for 4 years, and the boy still refuses to call "Mom", and he still only answers "I'm fine" when asked.

She also thought of her husband Zhang Yan's complaints - you should have adopted a younger one at the beginning, and it was easy to cultivate a relationship, but you just refused to listen to it, and insisted on adopting him just because his face looked like a son.This child, the National People's Congress is very preoccupied, and he is not familiar with it at all.

Han Xueru sighed a long time outside the door, and went downstairs depressed.

During the lunch break, the number of students in the classroom gradually decreased. Zhang Junruo looked at the podium with a blank face, and was in a daze. Qu Linggong blocked his sight like a door god. Sit astride the front seat.

Carrying a bright white super-large thermos bucket in his hand, he waved it in front of Zhang Junruo like a treasure, and then gently placed it on the table.

The boy's charming phoenix eyes were slightly curved, revealing a canine tooth, and said with a wicked smile: "The walnut and fish maw lean meat soup cooked by Aunt Zhou said it will nourish our brains."

When the few boys who stayed in the classroom waiting for their meal heard this, they became energetic in an instant, and moved towards Zhang Junruo one after another.

Ma Zhiyuan said: "Hearing this name feels very sweet. It's such a big bucket. If your family can't finish it, can you give me a bowl?"

Han Guangyu blinked his eager eyes, swallowed pitifully and looked at Qu Linggong. He didn't say anything, but he shook Qu Linggong numbly like a cat in The Three Musketeers.

Qu Linggong had already expected this to happen, impatiently took out a stack of paper bowls, and complained: "Hey - if you want to drink a bowl, you need to bring a bucket."

He spread a few paper bowls on Zhang Junruo's desk, holding the giant thermos bucket with both hands, filled the paper bowls one by one, and asked Ma Zhiyuan to distribute them to everyone. The students who had lunch in the classroom were male and female, and almost everyone had a share. , Cannibalism is short-mouthed, everyone tacitly chooses to ignore this pair of good friends who have become popular recently, and just bow their heads and drink soup.

Qu Linggong filled a bowl full of mellow and rich white soup with the soup bowl attached to the thermos, and placed it in front of Zhang Junruo. He looked at him with a smile on his black pupils, but found that his family Ruoruo was frowning with pretty eyebrows, A strange and alienated look looked at him.

Qu Linggong's heart skipped a beat: "Ah? What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"

Zhang Junruo shook his head, lowered his eyes, and stared at the bowl of milky white and fragrant soup for a while.

Qu Linggong frowned, stretched out his big hand to caress the boy's forehead, then touched his own, and muttered, "I don't have a fever either."

He continued to stare at Zhang Junruo's obviously paler face with probing eyes, wondering, but under his gaze, Zhang Junruo silently picked up the soup bowl in front of him, raised his head and drank the milky white thick soup in one gulp.

Qu Linggong saw that the boy drank so heartily today, he raised his head and looked around with the corners of his mouth curled up, and found that everyone was concentrating on tasting soup and eating, and no one was looking at him, so he quickly stretched out his big hand and patted the top of the boy's hair as a token of appreciation. encourage.

Meaning: Great, keep it up.

I don't know when, he has developed the habit of patting his lover's hair when he has nothing to do. Although the boy looks calm, self-restraining, steady and mature at school, and looks like an excellent student and role model, in Qu Linggong's heart, the boy Weak and sensitive, easily injured, and not very strong.

He knew that Zhang Junruo was a character who didn't fight or grab, and didn't talk about it when it hurt, and he knew that he had endured a lot in silence.

He works part-time, doesn't eat lunch, he has a brother who is struggling, and there are injuries on his arms that appear and disappear... If he doesn't take the initiative to say it, Qu Linggong will not force him.

He thought he might not have done well enough to make Ruoruo fully trust him, but time was not a problem.

However, Qu Linggong would always inadvertently want to give some encouragement to the lover who loves to be brave. This kind of mood gradually evolved into the intimate action of stroking the top of the head like treating a child, and it is very addictive.

Zhang Junruo raised his head, his clear pupils trembled, there seemed to be a gleam of water in his eyes, his eyes were full of things that Mr. Qu couldn't understand, struggling, nostalgic, hesitant, sad, sad, looking Qu Linggong felt heart palpitations for no reason.

He frowned and asked with his eyes: "What's the matter, baby?"

Zhang Junruo pursed her frosty lips and shook her head silently.He himself was at a loss.

—Which one is the real you?

——Is it you who hired someone to humiliate me, or you who looked at me with such concern?

——What do you think of me?

-I'm too stupid to understand...

☆, Shura field