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

As soon as winter in the northern cities, the weather becomes dry and cold, and the vegetation withers and turns yellow. Except for the green pines, it is difficult to see any greenery on the streets. The sky is always gloomy, and there is a chilling atmosphere in the air.

During the period before the final exam, the company probably took Qu Linggong's studies into consideration and did not arrange any event announcements for him. This allowed Qu Linggong to have plenty of time to spend leisurely time by Zhang Junruo's side, changing Find a way to cook soup for Ruoruo's family.

Under Mr. Qu's meticulous care, since the beginning of winter, Zhang Junruo has not experienced the same vomiting in his previous life. He has grown a little taller, his face has lost the previous thinness and paleness, and there is no sign of epigastric pain. , this inevitably made Qu Linggong feel a burst of relief.

However, there is one more thing that always makes him worry, day and night.He remembered that in his previous life, it was the second semester of high school. During the autumn season, Zhang Junruo moved a large stack of exercise books from the library on the first floor. When he was going upstairs, he was almost knocked down by two quarreling boys from class [-], and fell downstairs. Because he was present at the time and took the timely action, serious consequences were avoided and Zhang Junruo was not injured. So recently, he has been cautious and secretly protecting his family Ruoruo.

However, I don’t know if it’s because of the "butterfly effect", he has undergone many personal changes in this life, and time, a huge data system, is pushed forward by countless small events connected by cause and effect, and it affects the whole body. Before you know it, everything changes.

Therefore, he was worried that Zhang Junruo's being knocked down the stairs never happened.Even the Qu family didn't have any trouble at all. You must know that Qu Mingfeng put pressure on the company he signed with in his previous life. A bloody game.

But in this life, everything is calm and calm, and he does not move, which makes him a little worried about gains and losses.What he fears most is that one day he finds that he has not been reborn, but fell into a "parallel space", because in that case, it is very likely that Ruoruo in this space does not like him at all, and he appears in the "parallel space". "Xing Yi", there is another reason, not for himself at all.

However, questioning is always just questioning, and Qu Linggong is very good at comforting himself. He thought: Even if his family doesn’t like him in this world, his heart still belongs to him, and he has to give it to him anyway. If you go all the way to the dark side, then why worry about it.

In the morning, during the interval between Chen Fang's lectures, there were a few subdued coughs from the window. Qu Linggong frowned, looked around, and found that the boy was covering his mouth with his fist, coughing a few times suppressedly.

In the past few days, he found that Zhang Junruo's complexion was a little ugly, and his eyelids were slightly bruised, as if he hadn't had a good rest for a few days.

Zhang Junruo's skin is fair and clean, and these two rings of bruises are particularly obvious on his snow-white face. Not only that, Qu Linggong observed for a few days, and found that Zhang Junruo had been coughing for the past two days. Like a heartstring, a sound resounded, and it was very worrying to hear.

Qu Linggong counted silently. Zhang Junruo basically coughed two or three times in each class. It seemed that his throat was dry and itchy, and he only needed to cough a few times. But for Qu Linggong, this was a yellow warning. In the first life, Zhang Junruo was also ill in the last period, coughing very badly, every time he coughed, he couldn't stop, and he couldn't help feeling anxious, burning with anxiety.

During the lunch break, Zhang Junruo said that he had something to do, and declined Qu Linggong's lunch dinner.

After a little thought, Qu Linggong knew what his family's kind and introverted Ruobao was worried about.He laid out the dishes for everyone, took a bento box, picked out the essence of various dishes, put them in the bento box, and walked up to the roof of the teaching building with a thermos soup pot. Behind the swing door, Zhang Junruo was indeed found.

As soon as Qu Linggong came up, he saw Zhang Junruo's thin and slim body, standing on the edge of the roof to blow the wind, the cold wind whizzed past his ears, the man stood alone in the wind, as if he was going to ride the wind and leave.

That picture pierced straight into my heart, pulling out the scars deep in my heart that couldn't be touched.

Qu Linggong's heart suddenly stopped for a few beats, and he stood in front of the rooftop door in a daze, his heart throbbing with pain, and he just wanted to cry out.

"Zhang Junruo——!" Qu Linggong stood in front of the door, because of the shadow of his mind, his feet seemed to be filled with lead, and he didn't dare to take a step forward.

The boy who was blowing the wind by the roof was suddenly stopped by his first and last name, he couldn't help being startled, turned around and saw that it was Qu Linggong, his suspicious eyes glanced over the young man's stern and handsome face, and caught the expression on his face Feeling pity and panic, slightly stunned.

"Come here!" Qu Linggong shouted with sullen tone.

The boy saw Mr. Qu's face was very ugly, and he didn't know why he was angry, but seeing his posture, he should be angry with himself, so he felt a little guilty for no reason, and obediently took a few steps towards him.

Seeing Zhang Junruo slowly walking in front of him, Qu Linggong let out a long breath, grabbed him with his big hands, and walked out of the sky blue swing door on the roof.

The two sat side by side on the stairs outside the door by the jogging platform.Qu Linggong showed hesitation, and said in a reprimanded tone: "It's already winter, can't you find a warmer place to daze?"

Zhang Junruo said dully, "I was a little dizzy in class in the morning, and I want to blow some air."

Qu Linggong put the thermal bag aside, and stroked the boy's forehead with his big hand, perhaps because of the cold wind, the palm of his hand was not as hot as expected.

He looked at the two bruises under the boy's eyes, and began to speculate about various situations.Looking at the timeline, there were no special incidents in the first semester of the second year of high school. Except for the few times I made trouble for Zhang Junruo, it can basically be said that the years have calmed down.

The mysterious middle-aged man hadn't appeared yet, and Qu Mingfeng hadn't come out to make trouble, but according to the "butterfly effect" analyzed in the morning, he was always worried.

Qu Linggong looked at Zhang Junruo tenderly, but said domineering words: "It is forbidden to go to the rooftop in the future, I contracted this boundary."

Zhang Junruo opened his eyes wide and was slightly startled, thinking it was Qu Linggong's joke, afraid that he would catch a cold standing in the wind, so he didn't take it seriously.

Qu Linggong also felt that it was useless to say that, the only thing to do was to pay more attention secretly to ensure the safety and health of the boy.

He sighed, and said softly, "Why didn't you eat with everyone today? I prepared your favorite shepherd's purse and shrimp soup dumplings."

Zhang Junruo clenched his hands into fists, put them against his lips and coughed a few times, then said, "I don't have much appetite."

Qu Linggong said helplessly and pitifully: "Because I will cough, I don't want to affect everyone's meal, right?"

The boy raised his eyes to look at the bright eyes of the young man, and there was a hint of embarrassment that had been pierced by someone's disguise in the clear pupils.

Qu Linggong thought to himself: If I still don't understand you, seven years will be considered in vain.

He stroked the boy's soft hair with his big hands to show comfort, and he couldn't help but think: Ruoruo's family has this ability, which can make him suffer from angina every minute.

This action is very ambiguous, but Qu Linggong's movements are gentle and his eyes are gentle. He insisted on doing it like an elder brother comforting a younger brother. With infinite pity and comfort, Zhang Junruo didn't feel embarrassed. He was still a little obsessed with Qu Linggong in his heart. This intimacy.

Qu Linggong held the thermal bag by his side, took out a delicate bento box, unpacked a pair of bamboo chopsticks, handed them to the boy, and said softly, "Eat it, or I'll do it for nothing."

The boy obediently picked up the bento box and ate it slowly, quite happily.

Qu Linggong watched him eat quietly, feeling relieved for a while, and was about to show the vicissitudes of his old father's smile.

"Brother Ling, what kind of soup is this?" Zhang Junruo asked suspiciously while holding a bowl of Bai Yingying that Qu Linggong served him, with a hint of sweetness.

"Pitaya, snow pear and white fungus soup, relieves cough and asthma, nourishes the skin and nourishes the lungs... Sydney is a bit cold, you should eat more white fungus—" Qu Linggong was stunned for a moment, then turned his head and asked suspiciously, "Hey, Wait a minute, what did you call me just now?"

He was just thinking about something casually, and the reflex arc was a bit long.

When asked abruptly, Zhang Junruo's cheeks blushed slightly, and he also blurted out. When he said it, he was taken aback for a moment, feeling a little regretful.

"Bark again, bark again!" Qu Linggong opened his eyes wide and looked at the boy, his eyes were black and bright, like a big dog begging for the master's love and caress, shining with anticipation and excitement.

Being watched by him like this, Zhang Junruo felt even more embarrassed, pursed his lips tightly, and acted resolutely, but refused to scream again.

"I've called it all. It's the same once, twice, or a hundred times. Can't I call it again? Let's call it again, huh?"

When Zhang Junruo uttered those two words, he wanted to excuse himself by saying that he was just passing the time, and if he didn't pay attention, he would just let it go. I didn't expect him to have such a strong reaction when he heard the sound of "Brother Ling", and he would not let him go. Feel more cheek slightly hot.

"Call again, tomorrow I will make you crystal abalone dumplings, creamy shrimp balls, soft fried small yellow croakers...huh?"

Zhang Junruo's soft, waxy and natural "Brother Ling" made Qu Linggong's whole body go numb. Just thinking about his dark circles, he was thoughtful, like Zhu Bajie who ate the longevity fruit and passed away before he had time to taste it. Now, in a moment of impatience, he began to use food to lure his family Ruoruo into submission very childishly.

"Junruo, don't you love souffle cakes?"

"Have you abandoned the matcha mousse that loves you?" They are all waiting for your luck, including me...

The boy lowered his eyelashes awkwardly, facing Qu Linggong Pao Huo's fierce temptation, holding the soup bowl, still stubbornly making the final resistance.

He didn't understand why Han Guangyu and the others could call this person "Brother Ling" without any hesitation, but when it was his turn, he felt that this title was very ambiguous, and it was very embarrassing to call him.

Zhang Junruo gritted his teeth, and moved his thin lips with difficulty. Qu Linggong stared at Zhang Junruo's pale lips, feeling that the world suddenly became quiet.

"Ling—cough cough—" the boy coughed suddenly, but he still didn't say the keyword.

Qu Linggong helplessly stretched out his hand to help the boy's back. He felt that the longevity fruit had already reached his mouth. His sensitive sense of smell could smell the sweet and wonderful fragrance, but before he could open his mouth, it fell to the ground and disappeared. .

Zhang Junruo coughed a few times, looked up and saw Qu Linggong was still staring at him, a little disappointment was brewing in his dark pupils, suddenly felt a little distressed, cleared his throat, and whispered: "Brother Ling ..."

The boy's butterfly-like long eyelashes twitched a little, and he lowered his head. To hide his embarrassment, he scooped up a spoonful of white fungus Sydney, pretending to drink the soup seriously.

Qu Linggong took advantage of the time when the boy bowed his head to drink the soup, and stroked his heart. He felt that a seed he had planted finally broke through the ground, and a fragrant flower bloomed in his heart in an instant, and he was so happy that he was about to cry. , then reached out and stroked the back of the boy's head, and said in a hoarse voice, "Good boy, brother loves you".

Zhang Junruo blinked quietly, and continued to drink soup in silence.

After a while, Qu Linggong finally adjusted his excitement, and said in a solemn and gentle tone: "Since you called my brother, remember to tell Brother Ling if you encounter any difficulties in the future. Brother Ling will protect you, don't carry it alone. Come on, you know?"

The boy lowered his head, his eyes flickered, and after a while he nodded firmly and obediently.

When the class bell rang for the first time in the afternoon, Zhang Junruo took his physics homework and went back to the classroom. He found a box of watermelon frost lozenges and a bottle of cough syrup in the desk. After a little thought, he turned his head and looked at Qu Linggong's seat. , Sure enough, I saw the boy looking at me with a wicked smile on his face. In the early winter season, there were still a few drops of glistening sweat on his forehead.

Zhang Junruo's thin white fingers tightened unconsciously in the desk. He knew that the nearest pharmacy outside the school was also in the pedestrian street across the road. It is conceivable that Qu Linggong was running to and fro during the 10-minute break between classes. When he came back, the first snow was brewing in the cloudy and gloomy sky, and there was a cold wind howling outside the window, but Zhang Junruo felt warm in his heart, and a sense of warmth rose.

☆, protect wife