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

The next day was a rainy day. When Qu Linggong was interviewed, he joked that he had "rain-weary syndrome" and would get dizzy when it rained.Students who know him well know that he does have this problem.

Seeing how sick Qu Linggong was yesterday, and the fact that it was raining again today, everyone naturally thought that he would take a day off and take care of him at home.

I didn't expect to see this man coming here early in the morning, and he seemed to have lost a lot overnight, the originally plump lines of his cheeks became sharp and handsome, and his facial features were even more handsome.

His face is pale and haggard, his eyes are resentful and lonely, his narrow, long and beautiful phoenix eyes are red, and there is still a little sparkle, his whole person is quiet and restrained, he is nestled in his seat, silent, obedient like a bird abandoned by its owner , And question the dog's loyal dog.

During class, he coughed a few times in a low voice with a hoarse voice from time to time. Different from his usual handsome and heroic spirit, his cute, quiet, sickly and handsome appearance simply captivated the hearts of countless girls.

Before noon, cough syrup, Chuanbei Pipa Gao, had already set up a table, and the "ling powder" did not stuff things into the desk, but put them on the table, the meaning was already obvious: see?Hurry up and drink it, cub, the cough makes my mother's fans worry.

Qu Linggong sighed, stretched out his hand to push away those bottles, but didn't take any of them.Xin said: Leave me alone, I will cough and show it to my baby.

He turned his pretty Mo pupils to Zhang Junruo again, looking at that handsome back with resentment.

The low-pressure weather made him a little dizzy, his nose was sour, and he seemed to be catching a cold. Qu Linggong sniffed his nose, with an aggrieved expression on his face: Don't you care about me?Then I'll cough to death.

"Cough, cough—" Mr. Qu coughed deliberately in the direction of his baby, his eyes fixed on Zhang Junruo's back.

His deep magnetic voice is very recognizable. Zhang Junruo's back trembled when he coughed, his beautiful feathered eyebrows were tightly frowned, and the mechanical pencil in his hand paused on the paper, because his fingers clenched tightly following the coughing sound. The tip of the pen snapped off, poking a hole in the brackets of the multiple-choice question.

The boy had two dark circles under his eyes, feeling uncomfortable and anxious. Seeing Qu Linggong fainted yesterday, he couldn't hold back anymore. He walked to the infirmary in a daze to see him, but saw There were many fans of him standing outside the infirmary, among them there was even a woman who looked like an aunt, carrying skin care products and fruits, standing outside the door with a worried face, there was no room for him at all.

At that moment, Zhang Junruo woke up completely, he was too small, so small that he would be drowned among those admirers, he had no other strengths, he couldn't bring anything of value to the shining young man, he would only delay mentioning it.And because he is an orphan, he has no one to rely on. He has a sense of inferiority and insecurity that follows him everywhere in his character, but he is very afraid of being touched into the black hole in his heart.

The boy lowered his head slightly, tightly clenched the pen in his hand, and silently told himself in his heart: He was just acting on a whim, so he must persevere, not relax, and not soften his heart.When his energy is over and he has a girlfriend, then maybe they can still be friends.

He doesn't need too many memories, because according to his childhood experience, memories can't stand the hasty wear of time. He just needs to stay far away from the boy and watch him fulfill his dream step by step and climb to the top, and he will be satisfied.

The boy seemed to be burying his head in brushing up questions, but in fact he was using all his body and mind to resist the distressed and contradictory emotions surging up in his heart. From an angle that Zhang Junruo couldn't see, Qu Linggong was using a standard face of resenting women, because the incident just now Coughing, a little physiological tears flickered in his red eyes, and he looked at him with tears shining, and shouted "the heartbroken man" resentfully in his heart, wishing to extend his hand to the boy.

There were no main subjects in the afternoon, only an art class that Xing Yi set up to promote his emphasis on "aesthetic education". Qin Fengmian was wearing a white casual suit. All four were amazed when they appeared on the stage.

Qin Fengmian didn't know what to be happy about. His mood was not affected by the gloomy weather at all. The corners of his eyes and brows were full of white smiles.However, in Qu Linggong's eyes, it was not so bright. His refreshing smile with the spring breeze on his face made Mr. Qu naturally think that he had eaten candy from his baby, and he was crying sadly. Taste the pain of the road.

When the girls were whispering about Qin Fengmian's beautiful appearance, Qu Linggong snorted softly with his nose, and said in his heart: Why are you dressed so coquettishly, want to be pretty, and be filial?

His mind at the large-scale double-standard scene has been overwhelmed by jealousy, and he completely forgot that his little angel, Zhang Junruo, also likes to wear a white suit the most.

Qin Fengmian didn't know that the elder brother who regarded himself as an imaginary enemy had the same mental age as him and experienced the same vicissitudes as him, or that his heart was more vicissitudes than him because of the seven years of widowhood due to "bereavement of his wife".

He only regards him as a little boy who is a little popular and is the world. Although anyone with a discerning eye can see what he means to Zhang Junruo, combined with the bad deeds of this person who kicked Zhang Junruo in the early stage, the willful and stubborn image is in Qin Fengmian's heart. It is deeply ingrained and difficult to change. His behavior of chasing Zhang Junruo can only be reminiscent of the young master's whim, seeking excitement, and wanton emotional games without distraction.

He roughly knew that Zhang Junruo was a pure and kind child, and he had seen too many scenes where an innocent boy was teased by a scumbag and his heart was moved, he was eaten up and wiped out, and finally the scumbag got tired of him and retreated completely. He really didn't want this scumbag to hurt Shen Jingmei. teenager.

Qin Fengmian was bathed in Qu Linggong's hostile eyes all the time, walked to Zhang Junruo's side calmly and self-sufficiently, leaned down and gently held Zhang Junruo's white fingers holding colored pencils, and taught him to draw lines.

Looking at the moving picture of the spring wind and rain in front of him, Qu Linggong was so angry that his chest heaved violently, he couldn't help choking for a while, and coughed for a while until he was out of breath.

If it is said that the sickness in the morning was pitiful, and there was still a three-point performance to win the boy's sympathy, then Mr. Qu was really furious, his cheeks were flushed from coughing, and he looked like he was about to die, and he didn't show his acting skills at all ingredients.

As school was approaching, the continuous spring rain that had been brewing all day finally fell into the dark clouds like silk and silk.

Zhang Junruo strictly abides by the school rules and regulations, and never turns on the phone during class, but today Qu Linggong discovered that he had been secretly playing with the phone under the desk all afternoon.

From Qu Linggong's point of view, the boy lowered his head, frowned with a pair of beautiful feathered eyebrows, and looked anxious, as if he was waiting for someone's message.

Qu Linggong's brain was burned by jealousy, and somehow he came up with the idea that he was waiting for Qin Fengmian's message.It's raining today, that Mr. Sao Bao may have asked his baby to go home with him again.

Thinking of this, Mr. Qu's heart suddenly fell to the bottom of the valley just like the gloomy weather.

Qu Linggong watched the boy silently for a while, but if the message Zhang Junruo was waiting for didn't arrive, it was replaced by a series of rapid phone vibrations.

The boy was different from the usual calmness and self-control, he quickly ran out the door with his mobile phone to answer the call, and when he came back, his brows were wrinkled, his face was pale and panicked.Qu Linggong, who had been keeping an eye on the boy's movements like this, was full of doubts.

There was still half an hour before school was over, but Zhang Junruo seemed to have something urgent to do, so he didn't care about asking Chen Fang for leave, he packed his schoolbag indiscriminately, and ran out of the classroom in a hurry under everyone's stunned gaze.

As the evening approached, the sky was gray and the boy didn't hold an umbrella. When he got off the subway, he plunged into the slanting wind and drizzle, and blended into the bustling crowd in front of the subway station.Fortunately, Qu Linggong had been with Zhang Junruo in his previous life, and he had practiced the ability to follow closely, so he didn't lose him even more.

Just like in the previous life, Qu Linggong resumed his old career. Because of his status, he went to school these days with full armor that could easily blend in with the crowd, a peaked cap and a black mask. In addition to the rainy weather, everyone walked in a hurry and would not Someone recognized him.

Not far from the subway station was a municipal orthopedic hospital. Qu Linggong followed the boy from a distance through the crowd, climbing up the long stairs to the hospital.

He was stationed in a corner of the corridor, and he saw Zhang Junruo's figure flashing into a certain ward, and then disappeared. He intuitively felt that a certain question left over from the previous life was about to get a clear answer.

Mr. Qu quietly walked closer to the tightly closed ward, and carefully looked inside through the glass bed on the door.There were a total of six beds in the room, but only two were occupied. Qu Linggong spotted the boy's thin figure in blue and white school uniform at a glance.

The boy was facing away from him, lying in front of the hospital bed. Although Qu Linggong couldn't see the boy's expression, he carefully noticed that the thin back was trembling slightly, as if trying to endure something.

Qu Linggong's phoenix eyes narrowed sourly, and he was slightly stunned for a moment, then a pang of pity appeared in his heart, and he really wanted to rush in, hold Zhang Junruo in his arms, and give him support and comfort.

He shifted his gaze to the person lying on the hospital bed, stared and observed for a while, and found that this person looked familiar.

On the bright blue disposable bed sheet in the ward, lay a thin and slender boy, who looked only thirteen or fourteen years old, with blood-stained cotton gauze on his forehead, and half a bandage wrapped around his bony arm, whether it was a trauma or a fracture. .

The boy was sallow and thin, but his eyes were bright and bright on his pale face. He turned his head sideways, moved his chapped lips, and said something to Zhang Junruo.

Zhang Junruo seemed to be emotionally unstable, the boy wanted to reach out his hand to comfort him, but when his injured hand moved, his face twisted together in pain, this angle allowed Qu Linggong to see the boy's full face.

Qu Linggong can be sure that he has seen this child somewhere.

The memory flashed back quickly, and he remembered his last life. After the autumn sports meeting, he and Li Yun'an ran into a little boy who looked like a junior high school student at the station. A cowhide schoolbag with a school badge.This reminded Qu Linggong that this child might be related to Zhang Junruo.

Under Qu Linggong's forceful questioning, the boy really revealed something related to Zhang Junruo, and he called Zhang Junruo "brother".

However, at Zhang Junruo's funeral, the boy did not appear, and this past has always been a mystery in Qu Linggong's heart.He faintly felt that Zhang Junruo's sudden death in the previous life was not as simple as it appeared on the surface.

Qu Linggong staggered back, looked around the door, and found the information he was looking for. On the door panel was a brief information about the patients in the ward.There are two names in the form, one is Guo Baojun, which is the name of the elderly patient, and the other is Xu Yanjie.

Qu Linggong stared at the name with deep eyes, and some clue appeared in his mind. He was sure that he must have seen the name somewhere, but the inspiration flashed by, and he had no time to catch it.

Qu Linggong was afraid of being discovered by the people in the room, so he left the place quickly, and only stationed Zhang Junruo silently in the corner of the hall on the first floor.

He sat on the seat at the edge of the hall, and seemed to be saying the three words "Xu Yanjie" in his mouth. He put his head on his head and thought about what the flash of inspiration was.

He used his mobile phone to check the name online, but he didn't find any useful clues, but he was sure that he had indeed seen this name somewhere.

He thought gloomily, if the Internet could connect him to his previous life, maybe he would be able to know where he had seen this name before.

Qu Linggong used the method of elimination to analyze carefully. The people he came into contact with in his life were related to Zhang Junruo. Except for a few classmates and teachers, the staff around him were all from the entertainment industry. It seemed that no one mentioned such a name to him, but This subtle sense of familiarity is inexplicably worrying, as if behind the name, there is something vaguely related to the tragic content.

He began to turn the direction of thinking to the media network or news events.

According to this line of thought, Mr. Qu's thinking suddenly became clear, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he finally remembered where he had seen this name.

Not long after Zhang Junruo committed suicide, this name was widely circulated in the online world along with a cold and cruel social news. He remembered that he had accidentally seen those contents on Weibo, which were related to child abuse tragedies.

Because the plot was bad and outrageous, the entire Internet media at that time continued to pay attention to this incident, and it was spread by enthusiastic netizens for a while on the Internet. The culprit of child abuse was also punished due to the huge power of public opinion.

This incident was first reported by a female reporter on Weibo. After a period of silent fermentation, it spread to the top in the week that Zhang Junruo committed suicide. Many celebrities and well-known hosts also posted on Weibo, condemning the abuse. Vicious acts of children.

Qu Linggong recalled some details. The boy who was tortured to death seemed to be only 13 years old and had just entered junior high school. The attackers were not his biological parents, but adopted the boy from an orphanage in a certain city.

The follow-up whistleblower revealed that the perpetrator was a male who had been drinking for a long time and had a history of violent imprisonment.According to the province's special regulations, residents with a criminal record of intentional crimes are not eligible to adopt orphans and disabled children.

However, I don't know what method this person used or what kind of inside information he had with the Orphan Welfare Institute, but he was approved for adoption under the circumstances of such a criminal record.

The adopter is the owner of a dog meat shop and restaurant. According to neighbors, the boy is very well-behaved and never causes trouble, but he still gets blamed at every turn, beating and scolding.The boy asked his neighbors for advice many times and also reported to the police, but because it was an internal family dispute, the neighborhood committee or the police station almost always came forward to intervene in the mediation, which did not achieve any results and made the perpetrator even more angry.

Qu Linggong was so depressed because of Zhang Junruo's death that he had no time to care about these social news.It's just that the boy died in a miserable state, and even his skull was dented by a blunt instrument, almost beyond recognition.This aroused public outrage, and there was a lot of uproar. This matter was talked about everywhere, and the media was also hyping it up. Only then did Qu Linggong accidentally remember this name.

After deciphering the boy's identity, Qu Linggong felt an unprecedented sense of urgency. He rearranged the timing and details of Zhang Junruo's suicide in his mind. The times are about the same.He even felt that this boy was inextricably linked to Zhang Junruo's suicide.

Thinking of this, Qu Linggong felt that many mysteries about Zhang Junruo became clear.

He didn't see anyone other than Zhang Junruo visiting or taking care of the boy in the hospital. He also knew that the scum who could torture a simple and cute little boy to death should not have the slightest bit of benevolence to take care of the patient carefully. .

Then, if Zhang Junruo works hard and participates in competitions, the flow of the money he earns will roughly have the answer.

Qu Linggong recalled one day during the summer vacation that year, when the sun was scorching hot, his baby was working as a water delivery worker in the scorching heat, exhausted, and passed out due to heatstroke, and his heart throbbed violently.

He also figured out one more thing, according to Zhang Junruo's personality, he didn't want to cause trouble to others.He wanted to help the boy, but he didn't want to ask his adoptive father for money, but he was still a high school student, so he could only save the meal expenses and pocket money for the boy.That's why when he first met him, he found out that he didn't eat lunch, and even later his stomach became weak and cold due to his practice, and when the epigastric pain broke out, it hurt like hell.

Qu Ling caressed the position of his left chest and heart, and felt distressed. How much heavy load did that simple little fool of his family carry in places he couldn't see.

Mr. Qu stayed there for a long time, thinking about many things silently, stationed quietly in the corner where people avoided people, and saw the thin figure of Zhang Junruo a few times, going in and out of the small supermarket near the lobby, shopping for various daily necessities. Supplies, food and dinners…

When the sky had darkened, the wings of the night were fully folded, and the sound of rain outside the window was getting louder, Qu Linggong sat in the hall with few people, as if he had a heart-to-heart connection. Step out of the gate of the hospital.

☆. Take Ruobao home