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

In a blink of an eye, the end of the year is approaching, and the happy time when the two came together after all the setbacks hastily passed away.

On the eve of New Year's Eve, Xing Yi Private School gave the third graders a three-day holiday in accordance with the statutory holidays for the first time.Qu Linggong didn't know what Zhang Ying's arrangements were, and he was afraid that someone would still be staring at him in the dark. He couldn't give Zhang Junruo any promise to spend the New Year's Eve together, so he could only part with Zhang Junruo at the school gate and watched him eagerly. Carrying a heavy schoolbag, Xiao Se's figure gradually disappeared in the crowd.

If Zhang Jun plans to go home and spend the precious three-day vacation with his adoptive parents since the third year of high school, recently, his mental and physical conditions have fallen to a critical point that can be tolerated.

The man surnamed Sun was lurking in the dark like an evil ghost, and the revenge against him was carried out in different ways every day. Whenever he was a little slack, the man would appear at the right time, as if he had counted the timing.Remind him that there is a pair of sinister and sneaky eyes behind him, watching his every move at all times.

The man got Zhang Junruo's cell phone number from nowhere, and he called at any time every day, answered without speaking, torturing the weak and sensitive boy almost morbidly.

Zhang Junruo lived every day like walking on thin ice, coupled with the heavy pressure of schoolwork, he lost a lot of weight in just a few days, and he knew that he was going to be unable to hold on anymore, and urgently needed to find a warm and sheltered place for him Breathe adjustments.

Although the adoptive father and adoptive mother's home is not warm and comfortable, it is the only place where he can "return" at this time.

On the morning of New Year's Eve, the temperature suddenly dropped several degrees precipitously. Early in the morning, lead gray clouds covered the already dim morning sun.

Han Xueru got up early in the morning to get busy, took out all the ingredients for New Year's Eve in the evening, set up a table full, looked up at the boy standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the sky with a small white face, couldn't help but He shook his head slightly.

Not seeing each other for a few months, Han Xueru noticed that the boy had lost a lot of weight, his eyes were black and white, his nose was slender and straight, and the profile of that face was too delicate and delicate. Standing silently in front of the window like this, his pale skin was almost transparent, and he had a kind of legacy. Independent, lonely and beautiful, the outline of this boy gradually emerges from the handsome and heroic shadow of his son Zhang Jun, and he doesn't look so much like his son.

"Junruo, is there anything you want to eat tonight?" Han Xueru asked kindly.

The boy turned his head and said politely: "Aunt Han, don't worry, I can eat anything."

Sure enough, Han Xueru's brows were a little gloomy.There is always a trace of alienation and reserve in the boy's manners, even though he is the adopted son in name, after being together for so long, he always looks like a guest at home.

Even if she no longer looks like her own son, she still likes this quiet and introverted boy. From the bottom of her heart, she hopes that he can be more self-willed like other half-grown boys in this age group. Picky eaters, clamoring to buy this or that...

Han Xueru frowned slightly, sighed low and continued to study the menu for the evening, seriously thinking about what kind of soup to make for the thin boy at night.

A rush of phone calls suddenly rang, and Zhang Junruo looked at the unfamiliar number hesitantly, with an inexplicable premonition in his heart.

On the other end of the phone was an unfamiliar low-pitched male voice. In the noisy background, he deliberately raised his voice and introduced that it was the emergency department of a hospital. Someone had just been sent there...

Hanging up the phone, Zhang Junruo opened his dark eyes wide and stared blankly for a moment, then hurriedly put on his school uniform and padded jacket, turned around and told Han Xueru anxiously that he remembered that there was a chemistry competition to take part in at the beginning of school, and that he had to take part in a few days of vacation. Going back to school to review, and then hurried out of Zhang's house like a gust of wind.

Zhang Yan was on a business trip and came back in the afternoon. Han Xueru was the only one left in the huge living room with a whole black-bone chicken, staring in astonishment at the direction where the boy disappeared.

At the same time, Qu Linggong lazily got up. Yesterday was the first day of the holiday, and he was still tortured by Zhang Ying and the English tutor. When he woke up in the morning, he looked at the reflection in the mirror, thinking about it from time to time. out of English words.

After Qu Linggong finished his breakfast, he sat in the small meeting room on the first floor of the villa as usual, which had been organized into a special place for tutoring.

Qu Linggong turned his head to look at Zhang Ying, and a playful smirk appeared in his evil eyes. He was very interested to find that Zhang Ying's mountain village female teacher's dress, which had remained unchanged for thousands of years, was slightly different today.

The white shirt was replaced by a printed shirt with black water jade. Instead of wearing a ponytail, he wore a head of dull mid-length hair. Some hairdressing equipment pressed out the small waves of corn silk in the style of urban-rural fringe. .

In the eyes of the fashionista Qu Linggong, Zhang Ying's rustic appearance today is a bit vulgar, but there are vague signs that are very beneficial to her.

"Mr. Zhang, are you going home for a blind date today?" Qu Linggong asked ruffiantly.

The corner of Zhang Ying's mouth twitched unconsciously when she was struck by a single word, she stabilized her mind, put on that dull poker face, and said sternly: "It's New Year's Eve tonight, I'm going home to spend time with my family Holiday."

Qu Linggong was instantly elated, and asked earnestly, "Your home is far away."

——Hurry up, don't miss the bus.

Zhang Ying glanced at him and said indifferently: "The morning class is as usual. I will leave in the afternoon and come back at noon tomorrow."

Qu Linggong counted the seconds, and spent the morning like a year. He didn't listen to what Zhang Ying said, and his heart had already flown out of two urban districts, and flew to Zhang Junruo's house—the downstairs of Yunhu West Mansion.

Mr. Qu secretly calculated in his heart: It doesn't matter if it's an hour or two hours, as long as he sees Ruoruo on New Year's Eve.Even if they eat a nearby McDonald's together, even if they don't eat, they can just walk together in his community for a while.He really misses his family, Ruoruo.In class recently, I saw that the boy seemed to be getting thinner and thinner since winter, and I don't know if he took good care of himself according to his instructions.

He really wanted to hold him in his arms and kiss him hard.

Sure enough, as soon as Zhang Ying left in the afternoon, Qu Linggong regained his freedom.Qu Mingfeng has an annual meeting going on, so he probably won't be back until very late.Qu Linggong thought to himself: Even Zhang Ying knew that she would have a holiday on New Year's Day, and the uncle who followed her should go home to accompany his wife and children.

He tidied up happily, dressed himself stylishly and went out, like a male peacock just released from the cage, he was about to fly up to the roof and chirp a few times excitedly.

Qu Linggong went to the commercial street near Xingyi, wanting to buy a New Year's gift before going to his baby.

After shopping around, I finally settled on a new pure white short down jacket this year.The clothes are thick and cocoon-shaped, the cut is generous and textured, the design is simple and fashionable, and the clean and flawless white is like a handful of fresh snow. He feels that no one in the world is more suitable for it than his pure and peaceful boy.

Thinking of the boy wearing a thick white down jacket standing in the snow, Qu Linggong couldn't help but smile sweetly.

He paid the bill and turned to leave, thinking about whether to go to another house to pick up a few sweaters, looking through the few new pieces scattered in the window, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure inadvertently.

The man was wearing a gray-blue overalls that could blend in with the crowd at any time. He appeared in any venue, reminiscent of plumbers who can be seen everywhere.It's just that that lackluster face was something Qu Linggong wanted to remember.

Qu Linggong's face, which was full of Tao Ran just now, was suddenly overcast, and the peaks of his brows were twisted together, forming a deep groove in the center of his forehead.

Qu Linggong retracted his gaze, pretended not to notice, snorted softly, and slandered in his heart: Where did Qu Mingfeng find such a hard-working, loving and dedicated role model, this uncle will not let him go on New Year's Eve.

Qu Linggong was carrying a huge gift bag. I don't know if it was because the color of the gift bag still continued the red and green style of Christmas, which was too conspicuous. He led the middle-aged man shopping in the crowded commercial street Three laps, did not get rid of this tricky tail.

Mr. Qu's originally joyful and sunny mood gradually sank to the bottom, his eyebrows were sharp, and he began to ignite violent anger.He wished he could rush up and grab the man by the collar, beat him up mercilessly, tear up his face with Qu Mingfeng, betray the Qu family, and never communicate with each other again, and thought of his family Ruoruo still insisting silently, he Said that he believed in himself, and when he fulfilled the promise of that prestigious school, he gritted his teeth and tried to suppress the fire, and continued to lead the man around.

After leaving the pedestrian street, Xingyi Private Middle School is not far away. Qu Linggong is naturally familiar with the terrain of his school.

His ink pupils turned lightly, blissful in his heart, he wanted to walk a roundabout maze in the school, take the opportunity to get rid of the man, cross the front playground, go out from the backyard of the teaching building, climb over the fence to the road, stop another car, and go straight Zhang Junruo's Water Rhyme Flower City.

He walked alternately with long legs, walked quickly through the teaching building, and came to the back of the school in a few steps. He walked too hastily and was upset, and bumped into a girl head-on.

The man staggered from being bumped, and exclaimed, the voice was somewhat familiar, Qu Linggong looked intently, and it turned out that the person who came was Fang Yifei, the top student in his class.

Fang Yifei's face was paled by him, she frowned, her almond eyes were round, and she glared at him.

Qu Linggong was bathed in Fang Yifei's scorching anger, turned his head to look behind him, and saw that the middle-aged man in overalls had sneaked into the teaching building as if nothing had happened, using the marble stairs extending up from the corner Covering his body, holding his mobile phone in his hand, he peeked at him.

In the dark place, something on the phone sticks out its head brightly, with a slight cold light, it should be installed with a high-power camera or something.Qu Linggong thought disgustedly.

He was so angry that he trembled all over, and he was just one step away from getting rid of the trouble behind him. He had a short reunion with his family, but the result fell short.

He turned around suddenly, looking at Yifei's noble, cold and penetrating eyes in front of him, his thoughts turned and he came up with a plan.

Qu Linggong winked at Fang Yifei for a while, fired a chain of emojis, conveyed the meaning of asking for help clearly and accurately, moved his mouth again, and told Fang Yifei with his lips that I was being followed.

"Who?" Fang Yifei asked back with lip language.

Qu Linggong flirted with Fang Yifei, and then uttered a few words with his lips - "my dad", "video", "Zhang Junruo".

Fang Yifei was ice-snow smart, she staggered her body, glanced behind Qu Linggong, and saw the glimmer of the lens flashing by in the dark corridor of the teaching building.

Fang Yifei lowered her eyes and narrowed her eyebrows, smiled lightly, and in the next second, a pair of jade-like hands gently raised up, wrapping around Qu Linggong's waist.

Qu Linggong's long and narrow phoenix eyes widened suddenly, and he froze in place immediately. He just wanted Fang Yifei to help him put on a show, encircle Wei to save Zhao, and pick Zhang Junruo out.Unexpectedly, "Flower of Gaoling" Fang Yifei would think of this first, she is so smart, generous and righteous.

What he doesn't even know is that Fang Yifei has always been a hidden senior veteran among the "Lingruo CP fans", and is the kind of precious true love fan who "attends attention but keeps a distance".

Ever since Zhang Junruo transferred to another school, she had spotted the signs as keenly as a radar, and she has been silently paying attention to and supporting the two of them.

Even Luo Keke was deeply influenced by Fang Yifei, and stepped into the gate of the new world, unable to extricate himself.

Fang Yifei originally went back to school to pick up things, but suddenly encountered this incident, and then saw the fashion brand Qu Linggong was carrying in his hand, and instantly understood Qu Linggong's plight. When the CP fans charge forward, she has always been generous.

She embraced Qu Linggong's firm and flexible waist generously, stood on tiptoe and rested her slender chin on the boy's broad shoulders, turned her face, and whispered in his ear: "Zhang Junruo is not in good health recently, you You passed out once when you were not around, so you should be more careful."

Qu Linggong was stunned for a moment, then narrowed his eyes slightly, remembering the thin profile of the man, and endured the pain in his heart.

Just now when I found out that Fang Yifei was so bold, I was still surprised and confused. Now when I heard her say this, I instantly understood that this high-cold class flower had always been on the same front as me.

During the holidays, there are few people on the campus, and here is the back of the teaching building. The two hug each other like this, no matter how you look at it, they look like a young couple in love.

This tactic of "surrounding Wei and saving Zhao" was well used. The cold metal lens in the distance kept flashing coldly as if it had finally caught useful material.

From an outsider's perspective, the two of them seemed to be rubbing each other's ears, but in fact Qu Linggong kept saying thank you in the girl's ear with a reserved and slightly shy voice.

Fang Yifei smiled softly, and whispered in his ear in a low and calm voice: "It's okay, do you want to be more like it, and just leave your house Ruoruo clean."

"Huh?" Qu Linggong asked puzzled.

"Can you borrow a seat?"

Qu Linggong hesitated for a moment, thinking that it would be perfect to let that perverted stalker get something to take pictures of, so he could hurry to Qu Mingfeng's place and return home, so he nodded slightly.

Fang Yifei said coldly: "Okay, if you really kiss my mother, you will be finished."

"...", Qu Linggong's body surrounded by Fang Yifei became stiff again.

The two ended a kiss that seemed lingering, and Fang Yifei's shiny pink lip gloss rubbed against Qu Linggong's chin and cheeks, making them sticky and uncomfortable.

The girl turned her head to the side, stared at it, and was a little devastated to find that the man behind her was stationed in place, not moving for a long time, and had no intention of going back to collect the salary and hand over the work after watching the big show.

Fang Yifei sighed softly and whispered in Qu Linggong's ear: "Your New Year's Eve love gift may not be delivered today, why don't you call a courier?"

A furious expression appeared on Qu Linggong's face again, the muscles all over his body were tense, his fists were clenched by his side, and he was about to turn around and beat the middle-aged man again.

Knowing Qu Linggong's temper, Fang Yifei quickly stopped him and said in a low voice, "Don't worry, he'll leave in a while. I'll walk around with you, and I'll leave when he leaves."

The two exchanged glances, Fang Yifei took the initiative to hold Qu Linggong's hand, and walked out of the teaching building leisurely like a couple.

Behind him, at the corner of the wall, a black-haired boy came out staggeringly, standing silently in the wind, looking at the pair of beautiful backs in the distance, his body was as stiff as a frozen sculpture.

The nerves in the stomach convulsed violently, the throbbing pain seemed to be broken, and the thin body trembled, like a branch in the new wind, trembling like a dead leaf.

He stared blankly at the two figures in the distance drifting away with sad eyes, one handsome and the other beautiful, one tall and the other slender, the picture was harmonious and beautiful.

After a while, the boy lowered his trembling thick black eyelashes, and his lips without a trace of blood were chapped and peeled by the cold wind, and a little scarlet was faintly stained.

He closed Wu Zhanzhan's eyes, took a deep breath of the cold wind, and breathed out again, trying to move the corners of his mouth, showing a bleak smile.

The icy cold wind howled into the narrow alley in the backyard of the teaching building, rustling the withered branches of the two neem trees, and messing up his slightly long hair.

The boy moved his lips silently, without making any sound, but he heard himself say over and over again, "I-believe-believe, I-wait-you-"

☆、Half life is forever