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

In the evening, Qu Linggong was sitting on the sofa with his mobile phone in his hands, his baby ignored him, and he didn’t have the heart to cook and eat. After working for more than two months, he only made himself a bowl of instant noodles with boiling water when he got home. I don't even bother to start the fire.

He sipped two chewy noodles on the coffee table, staring at the five-inch screen with staring eyes.

Just now, he anxiously sent Zhang Junruo a WeChat message, the content was very simple and cautious, and he only asked if he had arrived home.

His text message looks very plain, but there are many scheming hidden in it.

Mr. Qu estimated the time, if Zhang Jun arrived home at this time, it meant that he just took Qin Fengmian's car back by accident.

He had heard from the girls a long time ago that Teacher Qin's home was far away, and he seemed to live in the same district as Zhang Junruo.At that time, he didn't pay much attention to Qin Fengmian. When he heard this, he only remembered that Qin Fengmian had rescued Zhang Junruo twice, and picked up Ruobao who had been miserably made by him.

At this moment, when the past was mentioned again, several heart-wrenching scenes flashed back quickly, and Qu Linggong felt a piercing pain in his heart.

He deeply realized that if Qin Fengmian really wanted to sneak in during his retreat, he would definitely become his biggest enemy on the way of chasing his wife.

He has rationally analyzed Zhang Junruo's character traits. His Jia Ruobao is simple and slender, loves to be strong but is easily hurt, and needs a gentle, steady, and reliable lover.

He and Qin Fengmian are two mature men in their 25s and [-]s. He compared their respective advantages and felt that Qin Fengmian's soft and quiet personality is easier to slowly enter people's hearts.

Qu Linggong's sense of crisis made him restless and restless. While feeling frustrated that Qin Fengmian had an opportunity to take advantage of his previous death, he fell into a vortex of self-reflection, feeling that he was neither gentle nor considerate enough. 1 Not good enough for his baby.

Now, Qin Fengmian has changed from a vague shadow to a powerful imaginary enemy in Qu Linggong's heart.

He stared at the phone screen anxiously, his eyes seemed to be able to burn a hole out of the screen, but after a while, there was still a desolate silence under the conversation of "Are you home yet?"

Qu Linggong was a little impatient, thinking that maybe his baby was endorsing the book, and he didn't hear the phone ringing, so he sent a vertical row of gentle red "smiley faces" without giving up, staring at the phone for a while, Zhang Junruo There was still no movement.

He had never been made to wait so long for Ruobao's reply before, and Mr. Qu felt that the situation was different, and his heart sank along with the time, and he began to go crazy.

He began to think about things and analyze various details.

Logically speaking, if Qin Fengmian just sent Zhang Junruo home, why would Xiao Yitian, who is also a teacher, sit in the back seat, while his baby was arranged by Qin Fengmian in the passenger seat?

What does the passenger seat mean?Do students have closer relationships than colleagues?

Could it be...they are already together?

Could it be... Ruobao really doesn't want Brother Ling anymore?

They live in the same district, so it's hard to guarantee that they have some connection behind his back during the winter vacation...

The more Qu Linggong thought about it, the more frustrated he became, and the more he analyzed, the more he collapsed. Looking at the phone screen, scratching his heart and liver, feeling uncomfortable and anxious, he sent Zhang Junruo a large vertical row of "grievance" emojis pointing at his fingers.

After waiting for a while, the opposite side was still as motionless as a mountain, Mr. Qu was completely depressed, like a deflated ball, staggered into the bedroom, covered his head and fell on the bed, his hands were like grabbing driftwood for a drowning person , still holding the phone tightly.

Lying down for a while, feeling aggrieved and unwilling, after the expressions on his fingers, he sent a lot of expressions of crying to Jia Ruobao childishly, and there was still silence until late at night, Qu Linggong just like that Frustrated, he clutched his phone and fell asleep.

Because I kept thinking about this matter in my mind, I didn't sleep very peacefully. I repeated several dreams, all of which were Zhang Junruo replying to his text messages.

In the dream, his baby wrote him a long message, explaining his relationship with Qin Fengmian, telling him not to misunderstand, saying that he only had Brother Ling in his heart, and would not ignore him, and used a lot of sweet words to appease Young Master Qu. Hurt little heart.

However, when I woke up early in the morning, on the screen of my phone that was warmed up by me, my cute and coquettish messages, all of which were full of treasures, were still hanging there empty, as if mocking him for being a fool, Zhang Junruo's side was still quiet.

Qu Linggong sat silently in the morning light by a window, and suddenly felt the urge to cry like a meme.

He walked slowly, with dark circles under his eyes, hunched over and walked into the classroom like a mournful woman.

Everyone in the third class and the "ling fans" were keenly aware that when he returned to school to report yesterday, he was still like a dazzling and proud male peacock. Mr. Qu, who was spreading his tail everywhere, was haggard and bald overnight. As decadent as a rain-soaked pheasant.

The news spread like wildfire, and spread to other classes through the "Ling Fan" network. Before the lunch break, the "condolences" presented by the girls in each class were heavily hung on the small hooks beside Qu Linggong's desk.

Throughout the morning, Mr. Qu looked at the profile of his family Ruobao with a resentful expression, and sometimes he remembered some sad past, with tears in the corners of his eyes, haggard and helpless. "Lingfen" was worried.

"What happened to our eyedrop boy today?"

"Worrying, according to reliable sources from Sanban, he has been looking out the window all morning."

"Maybe it's because of the high pressure at work. Is the entertainment industry so easy to mess with?"

"My heart hurts, I'll give him two more bottles of Pulse in a while."

"Please send me two Snickers bars, thank you."

The "big baby" who is distressed by the "mother fans" is staring at his baby with one hand in a daze. Zhang Junruo seems to be a little haggard today. Poor and desolate appearance.

Last night, Zhang Junruo saw a series of messages from Qu Linggong and struggled all night. His heart was pulled by many emotions, and he was so uncomfortable that he couldn't fall asleep.

The bright boy he liked has grown into a dazzling star, a heartthrob, and so many people like him and admire him.And he himself is just the most ordinary one among that huge number.

In Zhang Junruo's sensitive heart, he already felt that the interaction between the two had "crossed the line". If he continued like this, he was afraid that he would sink deeper and deeper, completely sinking into the tenderness and consideration of the young man, falling into a demon, and unable to extricate himself.

The young man has already forgotten him, the promises and agreements he made when he was a child. In the eyes of the young man, he is just a person who has been hurt and needs to make up, or a close and gentle partner.

The young man was greedy for fresh and novel experiences for a while, and gave him a lot of love and care that he could not ask for. When the time comes, it will only be himself who will be trapped in the mud.

He has no parents, and he is burdened with a heavy burden. He is a man, and it is impossible for him to bring him anything beneficial. When he saw a photo of a teenager with a gorgeous female star, he felt that his infatuation was a bit ridiculous and unreasonable. childish.

They have grown up and will find more precious things. His feelings are not important at all in front of that person's happiness and career.

However, although the answer is clearly there, after so many years of persistence, it doesn't mean that it can be sorted out after being sorted out.The boy still tossed and turned all night, his heart throbbing like being roasted back and forth over a fire.

In the early morning, when the first ray of morning light shone through the blue checked curtains and enveloped him, he felt a surge of courage.

The boy said to himself: Zhang Junruo, be stronger.I have overcome so many hardships in the past, and I can do the same this time.His world is colorful and exciting, nothing is permanent, instead of waiting until he is rejected, the song ends, and the end is dismal, cheering for him quietly in a quiet corner is the best for him and for himself ending.

During the lunch break, Qu Linggong came out of the classroom with a lonely face, and saw Zhang Junruo walking towards him from the other side of the corridor holding bread and yogurt from a distance.

Mr. Qu felt tense all over his body, his sore eyes widened, and he stood still on the spot, watching the boy he was thinking of slowly approaching.

Zhang Junruo happened to see Qu Linggong when he raised his eyes, and seeing his anxious gaze fixed firmly on his body, he pursed his lips tightly, ruthlessly, pretending not to see, staring straight ahead, and Qu Ling Christine passed by.

The moment the boy walked by, Qu Linggong's heart throbbed suddenly. It turned out that the feeling of being ignored by Zhang Junruo would bring such distinct pain. The figure turned into the classroom and disappeared.

It's probably the feeling that two people are strangers.

This sour pain involved many tragic memories, and even involved the disillusionment and despair that Qu Linggong felt with his skin when the two lived and died in the seven years of the previous life.

It was as if a big hole had been torn open in Qu Linggong's chest, and there was a piercing and heart-wrenching pain.

He felt a sudden blackness in front of his eyes, shook his slender figure slightly, and finally couldn't hold on, and fell to his knees on the ground.

In the afternoon, the whole school's "ling powder" exploded, some were heartbroken, and some were furious.

The title of #曲铃咋震泡# was also listed among the top searches on Weibo.A group of "ling fans" captured Qu Linggong's agency and manager's Weibo, posted high-rise buildings on the post bar, and questioned the agency's excessive consumption of artists.

"He's still a child and still growing up, so can't we give him more time to rest and study?" Such condemnation was rampant for a while.

The brokerage company responded quickly. After half an hour, they began to clarify and refute the rumors, saying that after the recording of the "Made in Stars" program, Qu Linggong and other members were given a week's vacation to let them rest and recharge their batteries. Excessive exploitation of entertainers.

Qu Linggong woke up in a daze on the snow-white bed in the infirmary, embarrassed by the embarrassing thing that he had passed out in public in the corridor.

When he fell down, he thought that he was only using the slight dizziness to play tricks on his baby, but he didn't expect the feeling of falling down to be very wonderful. He was too tired and didn't want to wake up at all, saying that he had passed out and felt wronged He's dead, he's basically passed out.

When participating in the program, Qu Linggong kept holding his breath, wanting to open up a broad road for the future of himself and Zhang Junruo, so he really overdrawn himself, but in that high-intensity environment, the intense training and rehearsal every day, he I don't feel tired.

Once he relaxes, the feeling of exhaustion will unstoppably surge up from the cracks in his bones. In addition, his mood follows his attitude of being a treasure, worrying about gains and losses. When he turns straight, he doesn't hold back for a while, making a weak willow and supporting the wind. .

When he woke up, his phone was blown up by the agent, and the assistant hurried over with a lot of condolences, on behalf of the company to appease the artist and understand the situation.

Han Guangyu and Ma Zhiyuan were still sitting beside the bed. Han Guangyu looked at him with tears in his mouth, and muttered, "Brother Ling, don't scare me. I won't bother to eat the cherry shrimp balls you made anymore." , don't get tired."

Ma Zhiyuan got Qu Linggong's support fan from nowhere, shook Qu Linggong's wink profile picture on the fan, and teased: "Brother Ling, you said you were such a big bum, and you lay dead in the corridor. What a scene, tsk tsk—it's a spectacle."

Qu Linggong didn't have time to pay attention to the words of these two bad friends, so he used his phoenix eyes to wander around the crowd who came to visit the sick, and found sadly that there was no sign of his family, Ruobao.

Mr. Qu's phoenix eyes, which were shining with anticipation, suddenly dimmed, and he wanted to bury his head in the pillow, bite the corner of the quilt, and cry.

Sure enough, his family Ruoruo was exactly the same as in the previous life, cruel and heartless.

☆, full of resentment