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

When Qu Linggong woke up, what caught his eyes was a piece of pure white, white quilt cover, white sheets, white curtains, even the paint on the wrought iron bed was white.There was a faint smell of disinfectant in the air, and he roughly guessed where he was at this time.

He stared at the snow-white ceiling in a daze for a while.He thought, Zuo just drank too much, passed out in the bar, and was sent here by Yin Zi.

His head was not heavy and dizzy after a hangover. He wanted to sit up and shrugged his shoulders a little, but he felt as if his whole body had been run over by a heavy object, and even the bones were sore and weak.

He sank back into the snow-white quilt weakly, the hustle and bustle of yesterday's New Year's Eve seemed to still be echoing in his ears, but the clear and peaceful figure in the dream gradually emerged from the gorgeous and misty world, and the colorful neon lights scattered The noisy human voice is also far away.

That person stood silently at the end of the corridor of the teaching building, in front of the light green wall with the happy announcement, staring at his name, as if standing outside time, at the other end of the world.

Those clear water eyes were deeply imprinted in my heart, and the corner of the man's eyes was filled with the joy of reunion after a long absence, and he said softly to himself: "Long time no see."

Qu Linggong struggled to raise his arms, covered his eyes, and felt the wet tears on his skin. For seven years, he had countless nightmares. What echoed in his ears at midnight was the boy's heart-wrenching words last words.

He felt as if a big hole had leaked in his heart. Sometimes when he walked alone in the wind, he felt that the wind could pour into his chest from behind and pass through his chest.

The young man's true love is pure and sincere, and he loves that person with all his might, but even in his dreams, he can't reach out and hug that person.

Qu Linggong subconsciously touched the white porcelain bottle hanging around his neck like he did countless times.

He touched it a few times, but his hands were empty and he didn't catch anything. Suddenly his whole body froze and he sat up abruptly.

Regardless of the ache all over his body, he frantically rummaged through the bed, under the quilt, under the bed sheet and under the pillow, but he didn't find the small porcelain bottle.When he jumped out of bed, he inadvertently saw blue and red stripes on the skin exposed on his arm. He thought it was scratched somewhere after he was drunk, and he had no time to take care of it, so he knelt on the bed with bare feet He leaned down to find his treasure.

Someone from behind lifted the curtain and entered, with a puzzled and eager voice: "Xiao Ling, what are you looking for?"

The voice was soft and familiar, Qu Linggong turned around suddenly, and he saw his mother Song Shifang standing behind him.

Holding the thermos in her hand, she seemed to have lost a lot of weight overnight, but she looked younger. She was wearing a pink wool dress that was a little retro, which made her look beautiful and delicate.

Qu Linggong withdrew from under the bed and said eagerly, "Mom—have you seen my bottle?"

"What bottle? Hurry up and lie down on the bed. I'll help you find it." Song Shifang put the thermos on the bedside and asked anxiously.

She helped her son back to the bed, saw his son's arm exposed outside the hospital gown, and lamented distressedly: "Your father is too cruel this time... hey..."

"My Father?"

Qu Linggong recalled that seven years ago, he rebelled against the Qu family out of the blue, causing a lot of trouble in the city, and he had completely severed the father-son relationship with the Qu family and Qu Mingfeng in formal terms.With the help of Yin Zi, he got to know the agent of the entertainment company. After becoming famous, he arranged for Song Shifang properly, and has no contact with the Qu family.

Hearing his mother's words, why did Qu Mingfeng think of having such a son again, so he repeated his old tricks and came forward to discipline him?

Qu Linggong was a little puzzled, he wondered if he had drunk the fragment, and in his lost part of the memory, there was some bloody drama of father admonishing his son.

When her son was silent, Song Shifang said hesitantly: "Xiao Ling, take a look at how you did in the midterm exam. It's no wonder your father is angry. He always compares you to Qu Ling. When your brother was around, he always They are all number one in the school..."

Qu Linggong suddenly opened his eyes wide, turned his head and looked straight at Song Shifang, and couldn't believe his ears: "Mom, what did you say?"

"I said you should take care of yourself... Mom feels uncomfortable seeing him beating you like this..." Song Shifang suddenly choked up.

"Mom, what did you say about the midterm exam...?"

Song Shifang was stunned suddenly, looked at Qu Linggong suspiciously, and asked tentatively, "You...don't remember?"

Qu Linggong also stared back at his mother in a daze, his dark pupils trembling slightly, thinking to himself: Is he crazy, or his mother crazy?

Song Shifang observed secretly for a while, and felt that her son looked strange, and ran out of the ward in high heels "stomping and staring". After a while, he brought back several people described by the doctor.

After a lot of tossing, Qu Linggong finally came to the conclusion that he was crazy.

After confirming again and again that he had read the date on the attending doctor's phone and the laser date on the scrolling large screen in the hospital hall, he ignored everyone's dissuasion, saying that he would work hard and make progress, and decided to leave the hospital and return to school on the same day , and can't wait for a moment.

When he stood in the middle of the corridor of Xingyi Middle School again, a flood of sorrowful emotions swept over him, making him want to hug his head and cry.

Mr. Qu was covered in criss-cross marks left by the bamboo cane, his face was also blue and red, and there was a scarlet scab on the corner of his mouth. In addition, his heart was agitated at the moment, and his feet were slightly staggering, leaning on the wall. He staggered forward in the direction of the second and third classes of high school, attracting curious and astonished eyes from countless teachers and students.

Qu Linggong had no time to care about those interested eyes, his heart was about to jump out of his chest.He also couldn't understand what he had experienced, whether he had traveled through time and space, or was still in a dream, or the rebirth often mentioned in hunting novels.

He had no time to figure out what was going on.He just prayed silently to the unknown god, even if he was in a dream, please let him see the person he has been thinking about for seven years, and let him give him a hug.

Qu Linggong stood in front of the back door of Class [-] and [-] of high school, hesitating timidly close to his hometown, and did a lot of psychological training at the door.

He was more nervous and fearful than at any other moment in his life. If there was no such person in this world, how would he face that sense of desolation and disillusionment? Even if he woke up from a dream, he would feel stabbed in the heart. Howl in pain.

He clenched his fingers until his palms tingled and found a sliver of courage. He was going to see his Ruoruo. like.

Qu Linggong gritted his teeth, opened his long legs, and walked quickly into the classroom of the third class.

During the lunch break, there were only a few students waiting for a nutritious meal in the classroom. Feeling the domineering aura of going to death, the students turned their heads and looked back.

Sure enough, seeing the sudden return of the boss who hadn't seen him for a few days, and seeing the pitiful face of the person who came here with bruises all over his face and blood scabs on the corner of his mouth, he couldn't help but have a look of astonishment on his face.

A piece of spicy chicken wing in Han Guangyu's mouth suddenly fell back into the lunch box, compared to the chopsticks, he didn't know what to say for a while.

Qu Linggong squinted his narrow and charming phoenix eyes, and his sharp gaze swept over the scattered people in the classroom one by one, but failed to find the target person, and finally fixed his gaze on the window where he had stopped and lingered countless times seven years ago. position.

He stared closely at the empty seat, and his steps were staggering and slow, as if he was stepping on thorns step by step, which made everyone breathless.

Qu Linggong's chest heaved violently, and the sound of his heartbeat vibrated his eardrums like a drum.

He felt that every step he took was difficult and heavy. He used to feel that Ruoruo was like a pious pilgrim, but now he felt like he was walking on the way to visit a temple.

Bathed in everyone's puzzled eyes, Qu Linggong stood at the seat by the window, picked up a textbook that was neatly placed on the table with trembling fingers, and lightly brushed the blank space with his cold fingertips. Pretty handwriting, it says - Zhang Junruo.

There was a burning sensation in his eyes, Qu Linggong hurriedly raised his head, let the liquid that was about to burst out flow back into his eyes, and stabilized his mind, when he turned around, he met the petrified faces.

Like everyone else, Han Guangyu was stunned by his seriousness and scars on his face, hesitantly asked: "Ling'er, what are you doing with Zhang Junruo's book?"

Qu Linggong didn't care too much, and left a sentence - "Students, Mr. Qu is back again", like a mastiff that hasn't seen its owner for a long time, ran out of the classroom happily and excitedly, leaving Everyone in the room looked at each other in astonishment.

Qu Linggong rushed to the top floor of the teaching building in one breath, regardless of the pain in his bones that were about to fall apart.

—he knows where he is.

In the early autumn of September, the sky is high and crisp, the sky is clear, and there is a faint scent of osmanthus in the air.

Qu Linggong stood on the roof of the empty teaching building, feeling the crisp wind with the aftertaste of summer gently blowing the broken hair on his forehead.

It has been seven years, and he has never set foot in this place that left a huge psychological shadow. Standing here at this moment is as weird as standing on the crack in his heart.

In the blue sky, there are a few scaly clouds floating slowly over the head. In the distance, the osmanthus trees in the playground are covered with a layer of melty light yellow. Farther away, the commercial street is still full of people.

The world in front of him is no longer the snowstorm in the tragic memory. Qu Linggong stood there in a daze, feeling that the scenery in front of him seemed like a world away. The blue sky and white clouds were fresh and pure, as clean and transparent as if they had been washed by water.

His world has really returned to the way it was at the beginning of the story, back to the way it was when he "first met" that person.

Qu Linggong breathed a sigh of relief, straightened the skirt of his school uniform, and approached the only building on the roof that could shelter from the wind.

If everything could be repeated, would that person still be the same as in memory, sitting quietly in the corner of that wall, listening to songs, reading books, or drinking his favorite strawberry milkshake?

He walked over hesitantly, leaned against the wall and poked his head out. Then, his eyes lit up, and the world suddenly became silent, even his breathing stopped.

Behind the wall sheltered from the wind, a thin and snow-white figure was leaning leisurely against the base of the wall, with a bony wrist resting casually on his bent knees, with a gentle and elegant posture.

He closed his eyes, his thick black and slender eyelashes had a slight glimmer of water, and his slender, white fingers pressed the silver-white earphones around his ears. He frowned slightly, with a serious and focused expression, and he didn't know what sad song he was listening to.

"Ruoruo—?" Qu Linggong heard his trembling voice softly exhale the name engraved in his heart for seven years, and he was caught off guard, his eyes became hot and tears welled up.

— you are really here.Whether it is a dream or an illusion, please let me die here and never wake up!

Hearing the slight movement, the focused boy turned his head upward in doubt, facing Qu Linggong's burning eyes with water vapor, he was suddenly startled, and subconsciously shrank back, Wu Zhanzhan's eyes There was a rush of panic and astonishment.

The boy leaned against the wall and stood up. His eyes wandered between the young man's blue and purple cheeks and the slightly red eye circles. His long eyelashes trembled in a panic. His heart was inexplicably horrified. Ling Gong grabbed the wrist bone and pulled it into his arms.

Smelling the boy's pleasant smell again, Qu Linggong couldn't control it any longer, tears poured down like rain in an instant, he put his chin on the boy's thin shoulder, tears slid down his cheeks, and flowed down to Junyi's chin On the road, all of them didn't get into the boy's clear and white school uniform.

The boy froze as if motionless, his stiff body trembling slightly.

Qu Linggong suddenly recalled the reason for the trembling, and put his hands on the boy's thin back, tightening and tightening, trying to wipe away the boy's slight trembling with a hot hug.

The man in the arms finally recovered from his stupefaction, and pushed Qu Linggong's arms away. Qu Linggong went forward to chase after him. The boy was full of shock and guard, and stepped back quickly, gradually approaching the edge of the roof. .

Qu Linggong's feet froze, he didn't dare to chase after him, even in a dream, if he saw Zhang Junruo fall from the building again, it would be better to cut him into pieces.

Qu Linggong raised his hand to wipe away the tears running down his face, then turned his head and ran towards the edge of the rooftop on the other side.

☆, Fancy Porcelain