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

There was bright red blood foaming out of the mouth, the dislocated arm was hanging down at the side at a weird angle, the slender ulna was broken into two pieces, forming an open bone wound, with pale bones piercing the skin, exposed.

However, Zhang Junruo didn't feel any pain. It might be because his whole body was frozen after standing in the cold wind for too long. He felt that all the sense organs of his body were numb.

It's just that, in that person's warm embrace, I felt like a puppet riddled with holes. Scarlet liquid kept overflowing from all parts of my body, flowing through the cold skin, and I felt an unbearable burning pain, as if His whole body was scalded by his own blood.

Zhang Junruo thought in a daze: So, my blood is still hot... so hot...

In the cramped carriage, the man hugged himself tremblingly, not daring to use force or relax, as if holding a broken and dried butterfly specimen in his hands.

He kept calling his name, his voice was anxious and hoarse.

"Ruoruo—please, don't die—Xiao Xun—Xiao Xun—" Qu Linggong realized from a short conversation with Zhang Junruo on the rooftop that only when he called this person "Xiao Xun" did the boy Only then would there be a little reaction, so he kept calling him like this.

However, at this critical juncture, he didn't think deeply about the meaning behind the name he yelled out.

—He knows who he is, and he knows why he came.

The boy's tightly closed long eyelashes, like broken butterfly wings in a storm, trembled in his call.

Surrounded by the bloody and fragmented boy in his arms, the young man has already lost his mind. He is called "Ruoruo" for a while, and "Xiaoxun" for a while, and expressions of anxiety, pain, madness and regret are mixed together, and they all appear on the scene together. A young and handsome face.

For the first time, the arrogant and confident young man who had always been unrestrained, unrestrained and unrestrained felt that he was so powerless, that he could do nothing but pray.

Please, please, don't die, even if you are paralyzed, disabled, I will follow you, I will take care of you for the rest of your life, please don't die, don't leave me...

Qu Linggong hoarsely called out his lover's name one after another, but every "Xiaoxun" that came out of his mouth was like a sharp knife cruelly piercing the fragile boy.

Zhang Junruo frowned in pain, it was the first time he was so clearly aware that his former name could be called so ironically.

"Xiao Xun—Xiao Xun—please, hold on—don't sleep..." The young man's voice was trembling, as if he was about to cry in the next second, and his mournful cry seemed to be able to crush the most miserable person in the world. Hard heart.

The blood-soaked boy closed his eyes tightly, his senses numb from the ice and snow gradually revived in the warm compartment.

The familiar throbbing pain in his stomach and the dull pain of tearing muscles and bones in his body slowly surfaced like ten thousand ants eating his heart. He couldn't control himself from retching, and scarlet liquid kept gushing out of his mouth, filled with cold blood. His chest was stained with blood stains on his school uniform, which was covered in clear and white clouds.

Please, please, don't call me Xiaoxun... The boy waited weakly.

He stood on the roof for a long time, small snowflakes stuck to his eyelashes, and after melting, they turned into tiny drops of water, trembling slightly with the long eyelashes.

Qu Linggong stared at the glistening water on the boy's eyelashes in pain. Since he found him on the rooftop tonight, the boy had never looked back at him. The heart, the clear eyes that make people sink deeply, take a look at themselves.

Qu Linggong felt that his breathing was trembling. Zhang Junruo didn't say anything to him, but only showed himself a back view of falling from the building. He was really too ruthless.

His voice was trembling, almost crying: "Ruoruo, what the hell are you doing? You said you believed in me and would wait for me. You..." Qu Linggong choked up uncontrollably, he had never cried before , suddenly felt burning and sore eyes, "Ruoruo, you...have you always hated me?"

— Hate me for forgetting you.

The boy didn't want the man to feel guilty because of his own death, he managed to find some strength, and shook his head weakly in his arms.

He doesn't hate anyone, they are all right, only he is the one who is completely wrong.

He wrinkled his beautiful feather eyebrows, opened his mouth, a trace of bloodstains overflowed from the corner of his lips, and wrung out a few words from the depths of his throat with difficulty.

Qu Linggong bent down, controlled the trembling of his whole body, held back his rapid and chaotic breathing, and listened quietly to the words the boy left for him.

He said: "I'm sorry, I'm too persistent..."

I'm sorry for you, I'm sorry Xiaojie, I'm sorry for our memories, and I'm sorry for myself...

Zhang Junruo thought, this is the last words he left to this world, I am really sorry, and really...it's not worth it...

After saying this, the boy lost all strength and sank softly into the young man's warm embrace, as peaceful and peaceful as if he had fallen asleep.

The car was still speeding towards the hospital in the dark night full of snow, and the long-sighted light shot a straight and cold beam of light, illuminating the fluffy snowflakes so that there was nowhere to hide. Shuo Feng whimpered softly.

Qu Linggong stared blankly at the peaceful sleeping face of the boy in his arms, fluttered his nostrils, held his breath, and dared not make a sound for a long while.

The temperature inside the car melted the frost and snow on the boy's eyelashes, and the little bits of water gradually merged into a drop of crystal clear water, which slid down the boy's long and narrow and beautiful eyes, like a tear quietly across the boy's pale face. Ruxue's face was hidden in the clothes on her chest, leaving a small, undetectable mark.

For some reason, Qu Linggong lowered his gaze, as if stunned, not daring to look at the boy's face again.

He just stared blankly at the boy's arm exposed outside the school uniform, which was gradually stained with a layer of pale blue-gray like burnt ashes.

After a moment of silence, the despair in his heart finally surged up, and he felt an unprecedented fear, which was a feeling of fear he had never experienced before - he was about to lose the most important thing, like gouging it out from the depths of his soul Like a part of himself, with a strong sense of tearing, it swarmed and swept through all his senses.

The body in his arms gradually lost the last trace of warmth, no matter how warm it was, it was not warm anymore.

Cold despair quickly crawled up from the soles of his feet, grabbing the boy's breath all at once.

The young man gradually changed from choking to howling, and finally to mournful weeping. In the cold and windy snowy night, it was heart-wrenching to hear.

Yin Zi stopped the car slowly, stared blankly at the falling snowflakes outside the windshield, was silent for a while, then suddenly clenched his fists, and beat the steering wheel hard as if venting his anger, hearing the heart-piercing sound coming from the back seat In his lung-cracking mourning, he cursed wantonly.

In the snowy night, on the empty road, the piercing horns of cars kept sounding, piercing the starry sky, and mixed with the sound of exploding fireworks.

The car finally drove to the hospital, but the grief-stricken boy had completely fallen into a state of frenzy. He hugged the boy's cold body, leaning against a corner of the emergency room like a desperate beast, screaming hoarsely, not letting anyone people approach.

In the end, Yin Zi, Zhang Junruo's parents, and the doctors in the emergency room worked together to restrain the boy, and took away his thin body covered in blood from his arms.

The boy left in a hurry, without leaving a single word to the world, only said a few words to Qu Linggong when he was dying.

The police judged from Yin Zi and Qu Linggong's confessions that night that the boy had committed suicide, and left in a hurry after making a statement.

The next day, Qu Linggong retrieved the surveillance video of the playground in front of and behind the school, and found Zhang Junruo in a video. In that video, there was also a picture of himself and Fang Yifei "kissing".

In the picture, the boy stands stiffly at the corner of the back of the teaching building, staring blankly at a pair of "lovers" who are kissing passionately in the distance, with a panicked and helpless expression.

Qu Linggong's pitch-black pupils were trembling as he stared at the video. At that moment, he seemed to be able to feel Zhang Junruo's heart personally, and feel that the person was watching him "kiss" with Fang Yifei. shock and despair.

The severe pain hit the boy's chest like a wolf rushing like a hog, making the deeply shocked boy unable to stand up.

He understands better than anyone else, what a pure and pious soul that is, what a beautiful and lovable person that is, that person's attachment to love is like a pilgrim in the wind and snow, that heart, sincere and sincere Pure, without a trace of profanity and pollution.

He also deeply felt that he was not worthy of Ruoruo like that, that he was too young, that he wasn't good enough, not strong enough, and didn't deserve to have the best sincerity in the world.

At the end of the video, the thin boy knelt under the wall, shrugged his shoulders, and clenched his chest to vomit violently, like a red steel needle, piercing Qu Linggong's heart hard, reminding him of this scene every time, There will be severe pain in the heart and lungs.

That day, in the school's monitoring room, the handsome, wild and rebellious young man lost control and knelt down with his head in his hands and howled.

☆, your name, my luck