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

Qu Linggong went back to his room first, found the hot water bottle that had been spared for a long time, filled it with hot water, let the boy hold him, and pasted some warm baby on his back, then went to the kitchen, filled a porcelain bowl with some ginger The water melted a pack of stomach-warming medicine powder, and it was blown on the boy's bedside to warm it up.

He helped Zhang Junruo up and half leaned against the head of the bed, while he himself sat on the edge of the bed, using a white porcelain spoon to feed the boy a small sip.

The boy was surprised by how familiar Qu Linggong was, and stared at him blankly with a pale face.

Zhang Junruo started to suffer from stomach pains in the afternoon, broke out in cold sweat for several rounds during class, gritted his teeth and struggled until school was over, and staggered back to the apartment.

At this time, he was exhausted all over his body, tortured enough by the stomachache, his dark eyes were shiny and moist, and the tails of his narrow and beautiful eyes were pink, as if he had just cried, and he did not refuse as usual. Looking at Qu Linggong pitifully, he obediently drank the medicine, looking soft and weak.

Qu Linggong was stared at so deeply, his heart felt numb, and he regretted what he said just now, and his tone was not good when he was angry, so he fed half a bowl of bitter and spicy medicinal powder into it, and put the soup bowl on the bed Turning around, he went into the bathroom, twisted a hot towel, and wiped the boy's sweat-drenched face.

Looking up, I saw that the boy was still looking at me. When the good-looking inner eyes were staring at a person so intently, the delicate and slender eye corners would become very deep, watery, which would make people swoon.

"Why are you looking at me like this? Take it here." Qu Linggong restrained his anger just now, and asked him in a very gentle tone.

Being reminded by him, Zhang Junruo quickly lowered his eyelids, obediently stretched out a pair of white and delicate hands from under the quilt.

Qu Linggong wiped the boy's cold and sweaty fingers carefully with the heat of the towel.

When he looked up, he happened to see the boy's eyes were wet with puddles of water under his long eyelashes. It didn't look like the physical tears from the stomach pain just now, but a trace of tears.

Qu Linggong froze for a moment. In this moment of silence, the boy looked up at him and found that he was also looking at him. He quickly turned over and lay down with his back facing him, leaving him with a bony back and shoulders.

"What's the matter, Junruo?" Qu Linggong bent down, pulled the quilt up, reached out and patted the boy's shoulder, softly comforting him.

The cold pain in the stomach was warmed by the hot water bottle, and the stomach-warming medicinal powder also took effect, and the severe spasm was relieved a little. Zhang Junruo turned his back to his open lips: "Brother, I don't know why, I suddenly feel... feel ..."

The boy couldn't continue speaking, and his voice was still choked with sobs.

The single word "Brother" is more intimate than "Brother Ling". Qu Linggong suddenly heard his family Ruobao call him that. He was about to get excited, but when he heard what the boy said later, his words choked up, and he hesitated to speak. , Intuition is a word from the heart, gently patted the boy's thin shoulders, silently waiting for him to finish slowly.

The boy got a little encouragement, frowned and thought about the words: "I just feel... the scene just now, as if it happened..."

Zhang Junruo subconsciously hugged his arms tightly, with red eye circles, hesitantly added: "You gave me medicine to drink, and you gave me a hot water bottle to hold... I don't know why... I feel... as if it happened, then This feeling is very strange, everything, every action is the same as in the memory, but...how could it have happened..."

The boy frowned and recalled the past when he was with Qu Linggong when he was a child. At that time, his mother did not pass away, he did not live in an orphanage, and he was not sick. There should be no scene of Qu Linggong feeding him medicine in his memory.

Qu Linggong listened to Zhang Junruo's words in silence, his eyes became hot, and he suddenly turned his head to the side, widening his beautiful phoenix eyes, trying to stare back the tears that suddenly welled up in his eyes.

It took all his self-control to hold the boy in his arms.He knows what the boy is talking about, maybe he is the only one in this world who knows what the boy is talking about.

He really wanted to hug his family Ruobao tightly, cherish him well, and never let him be tortured by illness and sadness.

There was a moment of silence in the room, and after a while, the boy turned around slightly, looked at Qu Linggong's expression, and said apologetically, "Did I say something strange... right—"

Before Zhang Junruo finished apologizing, Qu Linggong grabbed the boy's hand, and the boy looked up at Qu Linggong in a daze, and heard him say in a gentle voice, "It's not surprising at all, maybe, We knew each other in our previous life. Or, I knew you before time was formed and the stars began to shine. At that time, I gave you medicine to drink."

Zhang Junruo's long eyelashes fluttered a few times, looking at Qu Linggong's extremely serious expression, his heart was pounding for no reason.His cheeks flushed, he sank into the bed, stretched out his arms to hug Xiaoyouzi, and looked away in a panic.

After a long time, I whispered under the quilt: "It's not that far away... Maybe we met when we were young, but when we grow up... we forgot..."

Qu Linggong's tears were evoked by the boy's words again, his eye circles were sore and warm, he secretly suppressed the tears, stretched out his hands to pinch Zhang Junruo's pale face, to tease him, and also to confirm the person in front of him.

This is not a "parallel space", the boy in front of him is really the "Ruo Ruo" whom he deeply loved and hurt deeply in his previous life, Qu Linggong is absolutely sure at this moment.

Maybe it's because his physical condition has fallen to the bottom, and his heart is not so firm. If Zhang Junruo doesn't have the extra energy to maintain his usual calm and self-sufficient pretense, he keeps talking to Qu Linggong things that he wouldn't normally open his mouth.

"Brother Ling, why are you so good at cooking?"

"I like it." I like watching you eat.

"Brother Ling, do you have someone you like?"

Qu Linggong was stunned for a moment, the boy is sick today, but he is more talkative than usual, and then he replied seriously: "Yes."

"Oh," Zhang Junruo's eyes dimmed suddenly, blinked as a cover, and continued to ask: "Then where is she now?"

"I lost him." But now I found it.

"Ah?" A look of surprise flashed across the boy's innocent face.

"Well, I didn't like it, so I lost it. Do you have it?"

Zhang Junruo's watery eyes drooped slightly, and he gazed at the void far away, as if recalling the past, before he said calmly after a long while: "I have it too."

Qu Linggong's eyes lit up suddenly, he made a surprised expression, and asked, "Then where is he?"

The boy looked at Qu Linggong with clear and calm eyes, then lowered his eyes and said in a low voice: "He went to a far away place, and then...forgot about me..."

Qu Linggong's eye circles were hot again, in order to hide the tears that were pouring up, he stroked the boy's black hair vigorously with his big hands to express comfort.

—Stupid, even if I forget everything, I will still love you.

The conversation this night was unusual, too sentimental and sad. Qu Linggong wanted to take advantage of the boy's illness and it would be easier to talk, so he secretly stole a candy and asked calmly, "What do you think of Brother Ling?"

"You are a good person……"

"What?" Qu Linggong choked for a moment, thought for a while, and felt that the way he asked would indeed get such an answer, so he was a little more direct, "No, I was asking, what do you think of me?"

Zhang Junruo hesitated for a moment, then replied softly: "You are a good person..."

"Um..." My wife gave me two good person cards. What's my experience? I'm waiting online.

Qu Linggong was a little bit unwilling: "Then am I good to everyone, or only to you?"

The boy said dully: "You are a nice person, you are nice to others, and you are nice to me..." Zhang Junruo pursed his lips lightly, embarrassed to say "very nice", so he could only whisper, "You are also very nice..."

Ruoruo said two "very good" and one "you are good" from his family's mouth. In less than 5 minutes, "Qu·Central Air-Conditioning", who had been issued countless good card, felt that his boyish heart, Suffered [-] crit hits...

Qu Linggong said seriously: "Then why am I also nice to you?"

"You said you were going to cover me..."

Qu Linggong: "..."

Baby, your logic makes me unable to refute it. I somehow want to talk to you about life...

He didn't get any candy, and his wife sent N good person cards. Like a big dog, Qu Linggong sat pitifully in front of Zhang Junruo's bed, waiting for his master to take pity on him.

The boy held Qu Linggong's hand, drank the remaining half bowl of medicinal soup, and lay down for a while holding the hot water bottle and the small grapefruit. The stomachache was gradually suppressed, and Qu Linggong stayed with him in the room.

In the silence of the room, there was a sudden "gurgling" sound, Qu Linggong blushed, and then he remembered that he had rushed home after getting off the plane, and he hadn't had dinner yet.

He heated up the meal he had carefully prepared in the microwave, and feasted on the teriyaki chicken legs for two in the boy's room. After Zhang Junruo's stomachache got better, he half leaned against the bedside, watching Qu Linggong eat eagerly.

Qu Linggong raised his eyes and caught a glimpse of the boy's pitiful eyes, and said with a smile, "Don't even think about it. Teriyaki chicken is for good children who eat seriously, so you can only drink a bowl of egg drop soup."

He thought in his heart that meat was not easy to digest, and the boy had just had a stomachache, so drinking some soup and water would not burden his stomach.

Zhang Junruo held the reheated egg drop soup aggrievedly, sighed softly, pouted slightly at Mr. Qu, who was feasting on the meal, Qu Linggong happened to bump into that resentful sample, and his heart was about to burst Be petted by him.

Even in the previous life, when the two of them communicated with each other, the boy had always been very passive and reserved, allowing him to get whatever he wanted, and he had never shown such a cute, innocent, and somewhat coquettish expression.

This small expression reveals a lot of deep meanings, Qu Linggong recalled Zhang Junruo's expression, and his heart was as sweet as honey.

He knew that everything had changed for the better in this life. Although he hadn't revealed his feelings to the boy, he had established a relationship of trust with Zhang Junruo, and the interaction was more natural and intimate, which he had never done in his previous life.

His family, Ruobao, started acting like a baby with him, and would also confide a few words of his heart to him, which made him happier than anything else.

He put down the dinner plate, walked briskly to Zhang Junruo's bed, reached out to take the egg drop soup in the boy's hand, and said in a warm voice, "Let me feed you."

The boy lowered his eyelids and did not object, with a gentle and obedient expression on his face.

Qu Linggong suddenly had a surge of fighting spirit in his heart, wanting to overthrow all the obstacles that prevented his baby from being happy.

He began to look forward to the arrival of tomorrow, because tomorrow he will accompany Zhang Junruo to finish the "gastroscopy", and he will be the first to put the enemy "epigastric pain" on the ground, step on his feet, and rub hard.

☆, Doting Wife 3.0