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

In the middle of the night, the asphalt road was washed wet by the rain, and the roadside trees made a "rustling" sound in the slanting wind and drizzle.There are no people on the road, only the street lamps standing on the side of the road, casting a dim and cold halo, setting off the figure of the boy walking alone in the dark rainy night, the figure is even more desolate and lonely.

In early spring and March, the spring is still cold, and the drizzle is dense and dense, with the cool moisture at night, soaking the boy's thin spring school uniform bit by bit. The boy seems to be unable to feel it at all. He lowered his head slightly and huddled With both shoulders and eyes moistened by rain and mist, he stared blankly at the endless dark and long road under his feet, and walked slowly forward step by step.

The boy was frowning a pair of good-looking eyebrows, thoughtful, and suddenly found that the raindrops that had been patting on his body had disappeared at some point.

He looked up at the sky in confusion, only to find that a big dark blue umbrella was covering his head.Zhang Junruo turned around in a daze, and under the streetlight, he saw behind him a tall young man holding an umbrella, standing silently in the wind.

Under the black brim, a pair of black pupils were like obsidian, shining brightly in the desolate night.

Zhang Junruo was stunned for a moment, and several expressions flashed across his pale face, including bewilderment, astonishment, panic, and hesitation.He staggered slightly and backed away, allowing his body to dry in the icy rain again.

But after only taking a few steps back, he was pulled into a warm embrace by Qu Linggong's suddenly outstretched hand.

The boy struggled a few times and found that there was a disparity in strength between the two of them. The big hand firmly wrapped around his waist like iron tongs. The boy had a pleasant smell mixed with citrus and wood. In the humid air, it is clearer and warmer, making people want to indulge in it.

Zhang Junruo was confused for a moment, feeling extremely exhausted both physically and mentally, and wanted to just snuggle into the young man's broad and thick chest, and take a short rest in his embrace like a suckling swallow falling into the forest, but his reason rejected this weak feeling. idea.

In the end, he could only force himself to break away from the intoxicating warm embrace.

Zhang Junruo pushed the boy's chest away with both hands, with wet eyes, he looked at the boy blankly like a frightened deer, staggered back a few steps, hesitating where to go.

Before he could react, he felt a flash in front of his eyes, the tall and tall figure of the young man flickered, and the huge umbrella fell to the ground with a thud, splashing a cluster of muddy water in the puddles by the roadside.

After Zhang Junruo reacted, he fell into the young man's arms again. This time Qu Linggong wrapped his hands around him, his strong arms tightly wrapped around his back. Zhang Junruo couldn't break free, so he could only struggle desperately. In the man's arms, he complained softly, asking him to let go of himself.

The man hugged him, stroked the wet black hair on the back of his head with big, well-defined hands, bent down gently, and blew his soft breath against his sensitive ears, and said softly in a low magnetic voice: "Ruoruo, don't be afraid." , I'm just worried that you will get wet in the rain, your clothes are all wet, aren't you cold?"

Zhang Junruo was slightly taken aback, the smell on Qu Linggong's body, combined with the charming voice next to his ears, made him feel like he was being surrounded by a strong pheromone.

He thought in a daze: This person is so scary, his voice must have been cast with some kind of magic to confuse people, and when people's will is not firm, it quietly drilled into his mind and played a trick on him. Deceptive spell.

He looked up at this person, his eyes were wet, and the eyes were soaked in rain, sad and blurred.

Qu Linggong was also looking back at the drowned boy, and couldn't help sighing.

On the boy's icy white face, there was distressing fatigue and deep worry. The hair on his forehead was already wet, and there were crystal raindrops on the tip of his hair, falling drop by drop, along the beautiful straight nose bone across his face to the chin.

Qu Linggong frowned slightly, raised his hand and used his thumb to wipe away the rain that was running down the boy's face like tears, making people feel anxious just looking at it.

This person was torturing himself again, and he was not in a hurry to go home when it rained, but walked slowly in the rain in a daze.

Qu Linggong suddenly wanted to understand a lot of things that he didn't understand before, and he suddenly realized that Zhang Junruo's previous abnormal behaviors that were similar to self-abuse should be related to the child named "Xu Yanjie" just now.

For some reason, he had a faint feeling that his baby was punishing him in this way.

Thinking of this, Mr. Qu was heartbroken. He hugged the boy's cold and slender body tightly, and gently patted his thin back with his big hands. After comforting him for a while, the boy finally calmed down and did not show any signs of resistance anymore. mean.

Seeing that the boy had calmed down, Qu Linggong dared to turn around and pick up the umbrella that fell aside. Even when he was picking up the umbrella, one hand was still tightly clutching the boy's wrist, as if he was afraid that the boy would run away suddenly. cautious.

He vigorously shook off the muddy water on the umbrella surface, put the umbrella over the boy's head again, and grabbed the boy's bony wrist, like picking up a wet stray cat on the street, pulling the poor boy, Strides along the deserted streets.

Qu Linggong stopped a taxi at the intersection, because Zhang Junruo was soaked all over, the driver was very reluctant at first, muttering endlessly, Zhang Junruo silently huddled in the corner of the seat, looking at the car The gentle light from the residential buildings in the community outside the window, with a look of bewilderment, makes people feel extremely sour.

Qu Linggong didn't glance at the driver's philistine face, he took out three pink banknotes from his trousers pocket and handed them to him. The driver found the money and quickly calmed down, without complaining any more.

Afraid that the boy would be cold, Qu Linggong took off his half-wet coat, put it on the boy, and casually told the driver the destination.

He was talking about the address of his Xingyi's small apartment outside the school. Zhang Junruo turned to look at him blankly when he heard that, his wet eyes were full of confusion, fatigue, and doubts.

But he didn't want to talk. On such a rainy night, Xiaojie's injuries, his conflicting emotions, and the man around him who was full of presence all made him physically and mentally exhausted.

Qu Linggong looked at the rain-drenched boy with gentle eyes, and explained in a warm voice: "It's too far from here to your house, it takes about an hour's drive, you will catch a cold and get sick when you go back like this, and... …You are drenched all over, so it’s not easy to explain to your family. Why don’t you just tell them that the weather is bad and you are staying at a classmate’s house.”

Seeing that Zhang Junruo remained silent, with a hint of concern in his eyes, he added softly, "I haven't had time to pack up your private room into a practice room, so you still live there today."

Hearing what Qu Linggong said, Zhang Junruo's eyes flashed a distant and nostalgic gleam.He missed it very much, that small room, where he cherished a quiet, beautiful and secret time, about himself, about the boy in front of him.

That one month in a hurry was probably the happiest time he had lived in the past few years.

The two returned to Qu Linggong's small apartment, Zhang Junruo looked up, the furnishings in the house were the same as before, the windows were still bright and clean, and the colors were warm, so he couldn't help feeling a little sad.

There was no shower facility in the small single room, so Qu Linggong first took Zhang Junruo to his home, prepared his big T-shirt, pure cotton pajama pants, as well as clean bath towels and washing tools, and asked Zhang Junruo to take a hot shower in the bathroom first.

On the other hand, he wiped his half-wet hair with a towel indiscriminately, turned his head and plunged into the kitchen, and made dinner for the boy with the spare ingredients at home.

Qu Linggong was busy participating in the recording of the program a while ago. There was no fire at home for a long time, and there were only simple and simple ingredients. However, his cooking skills were still performing normally. He cooked a bowl of steaming noodles for Zhang Junruo with ordinary egg noodles from the supermarket.

The noodles look plain, but they are actually not simple.Qu Linggong was afraid that Zhang Junruo would be caught in the rain and cold, so he added a lot of finely grated young ginger and stomach-warming white pepper, laid a round and plump poached egg, served with a few fresh and crisp cabbages and grilled sausages, and poured some A little abalone juice looks light and attractive, and tastes very delicious and refreshing.

The warm air was turned on in the room, Zhang Junruo had taken a hot shower, and when he came out wearing a big Qu Linggong cotton T-shirt, he happened to smell a nice smell of food, and then he remembered himself. Busy with taking care of Xiaojie, preparing daily necessities for the hospital, I only bought dinner for Xiaojie, and I haven't had time to eat yet.

At this time, the feeling of the body slowly returned due to the warm room temperature, only to find that the stomach was already hungry.

The boy stood dazedly in the middle of the living room, and was dragged by Qu Linggong to sit at the dining table. A bowl of fragrant and hot noodles served in a blue and white porcelain bowl was placed in front of him.

Qu Linggong was also hungry all night, so he filled a bowl of noodles for himself, sat next to the boy, picked up the chopsticks, and ate a few mouthfuls by himself. Looking at it, he found that although Zhang Junruo's movements were still elegant, he ate noodles much faster. Just as he expected, it seemed that he was really hungry.

Mr. Qu narrowed his beautiful phoenix eyes, opened his mouth slightly in surprise, and watched the boy eat half of the bowl of noodles in silence.

The noodles were cooked just right, chewy and smooth, Zhang Junruo was about to concentrate on finishing the remaining half bowl, when he noticed Qu Linggong was looking at him from the corner of the eye, he raised his eyes, met Qu Linggong's eyes in a daze, and ate some Something, the boy seems to have regained some energy, turning his clear eyes lightly, with a slightly hesitant expression, and asked in a low voice, "...don't you want to eat?"

Qu Linggong's heart went numb, and he was about to bleed out.He thought to himself: where did he pick up the little cutie who was suffering from hunger and cold?

He pushed the noodles he had just eaten towards Zhang Junruo, and with a gentle smile, he asked softly, "Is it enough? I'll give you this bowl too."

Embarrassment suddenly appeared on the boy's face, he knew that he ate too fast, which attracted the young man's attention, and he ate the delicious food made by Qu Linggong himself for a while, and the taste was all spoiled by him.

Because he hadn't eaten this taste for a long time, he was very attached to it, and because of the "Xiaojie" incident, he was a little dazed and worried. The shy boy felt that Qu Linggong had accidentally seen his ugly eating appearance.

Zhang Junruo's porcelain-white cheeks were slightly flushed, and he hurriedly pushed back the noodle bowl that Qu Linggong handed over, and whispered, "...no need."

Qu Linggong saw how cute his baby was, with a faint smile in his phoenix eyes, he raised his hand to put the poached eggs and sausage in the bowl into the boy's half-empty bowl one by one.

Zhang Junruo was in a daze, and had the wonderful feeling of "the illusion of the past", and felt that similar things had happened somewhere. In some distant time, they were sitting together eating delicious noodles, and the young man seemed to be the same Treat yourself to noodle snacks and things like fish cakes.

Grabbed by the strange experience just now, Zhang Junruo was slightly taken aback, and then softly pushed back.But Qu Linggong held the noodle bowl to prevent Zhang Junruo from taking the poached egg back, pushing and shoving the boy even more embarrassingly, so he just put the poached egg back into the bowl and ate it silently.

After the meal, Qu Linggong cleaned up the dishes and felt that the opportunity for the two of them to be alone was very rare, so he planned to calm down and have a good talk with his baby.

The matter of Qin Fengmian was still the most important thing that disturbed Mr. Qu yesterday, but after Xu Yanjie appeared, it could only be relegated to the second place, and the little boy's problem became more urgent and urgent.

Because in less than a year, that child is likely to face the same tragic death as in the previous life, and his baby is also likely to be affected by this incident, leading to unbearable results.

Qu Linggong didn't have time to change out of his slightly wet clothes, so he only put on a home dress over the black T-shirt.

He made a cup of mellow and rich hot cocoa for the boy with hot water, poured himself a cup of clear water, put on a calm and reserved attitude, and sat leisurely on the sofa, with big jointed hands folded between his knees, his eyes darkened. Looking deeply at Zhang Junruo.

It was a standard posture for conversation, Zhang Junruo understood it, and he also felt that Qu Linggong had something to say to himself when he brought him home.He also wanted to calmly help Qu Linggong sort out his feelings.

It's just that, he also has to face his feelings that are difficult to shelve.He thought about calming down and facing this moment calmly, but he didn't expect that everything would happen today.

Qu Linggong cleared his throat, making a gesture to tell him something.He thought that the young man would start by questioning himself about deliberately ignoring him, and about Mr. Qin, but Qu Linggong hit him a straight ball and asked straightforwardly: "Who is Xu Yanjie?"

The boy's pupils suddenly constricted, and panic and astonishment flashed across his white face. Just now when he met Qu Linggong in the rain, he was in a trance, full of restlessness and confusion, and even more worried about Xiaojie's future. When I met him suddenly, I came to my senses at this moment, and asked back in surprise: "You—following me?"

Qu Linggong had already weighed the pros and cons in his mind. He felt that it was more urgent to find out about the little boy than to let his lover know that he was following him and get annoyed.

If the boy was beaten to death, if it was directly related to Zhang Junruo's suicide, he didn't think there was anything more important than this.

Qu Linggong looked at Zhang Junruo's slightly trembling eyes from shock, and nodded frankly.

"Yes, I followed you. You ran out in a hurry, and I was a little worried about you." He felt that sincerity was more important than anything else at this time, and frankly described the motives for following Zhang Junruo.

Qu Linggong saw the boy's tense and vigilant expression for a moment, he was angry and funny, his baby was really too innocent, everything was written on his face.

In order to calm the boy's tense spirit, Qu Linggong patted the seat beside him, motioning the boy to come and sit down.He stood in the middle of the living room like this, and he sat in front of him, asking questions face to face. The scene was stalemate and awkward. It was really easy to make people feel defensive.

A hesitant expression flashed across the boy's face, and he stood there for a while before slowly walking to Qu Linggong and sitting down.

Qu Linggong turned his head and looked at the boy's side face. Zhang Junruo's face was already full of tiredness, and he had been drenched in the rain just now. Qu Linggong didn't have the heart to ask questions at this time, but once he knew that Zhang Junruo committed suicide, he had to do it first. Take action at once to completely extinguish all possibilities that would lead to that tragic result.

After experiencing such a tragedy, he couldn't deal with it calmly, waited for his baby to open his closed heart like a shell bit by bit, asked him for help, and confide in him.

If he didn't tell him, he had to ask and find out the truth by himself.

Qu Linggong looked deeply at Zhang Junruo, with worried and earnest eyes, he opened his lips again, the content was simpler and more straightforward, combining what he learned in the previous life, he asked concisely: "Xu Yanjie, is he often abused by his adoptive father? "

These words struck the boy like a thunderbolt. Zhang Junruo turned his head and looked at Qu Linggong in astonishment. His eyes were full of astonishment and astonishment. He was stunned for a long time before he murmured, "You, how do you know?"

These things were all clues that Qu Linggong learned from the Internet after Zhang Junruo passed away. He couldn't honestly explain to the boy how he knew about it, because it sounded too absurd to say so.

Qu Linggong rolled his eyes lightly, thought of a plan, and said lightly: "I asked someone to investigate..."

Zhang Junruo's beautiful inner eyes widened suddenly, and the graceful folds of eyelids suddenly disappeared. He looked at the calm and steady young man in front of him in disbelief.

"You... are you looking for someone to investigate me...?" The boy Wu Zhanzhan's eyes seemed to be filled with water, trembling slightly following the violent fluctuations of his master's emotions.

The boy was obviously frightened by Qu Linggong's sudden words. Qu Linggong felt so shocked when he saw him, and felt extremely distressed, but in order to learn more about the inside story, saying this was the only way to explain clearly what he had learned.

He used some scheming to create the illusion that he knew everything, so that the boy would mistakenly think that he knew everything, so as to tell more truth.

However, at this moment, Mr. Qu couldn't help but feel distressed again. He looked at Zhang Junruo's astonished eyes and hurriedly explained: "I'm just too worried about you. If you don’t eat well, I’m worried that you will encounter some difficulties, so I won’t ask me for help, so I can’t help but check it myself.”

☆, be gentle