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

Seeing the fleeting hurt look in the boy's eyes, Qu Linggong felt a pang of sadness in his heart, quickly shook Zhang Junruo's arm, and said soothingly in a gentle voice: "Junruo, are you angry? Don't be angry Ah, I'm really just worried about you, you take care of everything by yourself, don't tell me, I'm in a hurry..."

He knew the hidden meaning in Zhang Junruo's sad eyes. Boys always like to pretend to be strong, and they don't want to touch his inner fragility.

Qu Linggong carefully avoided this point, not letting his sensitive baby feel that his fragile side was being seen by others. Instead, he coaxed him softly in a slightly coquettish tone, hoping to use this method a little bit more. Getting to the heart of the matter a little bit made it easier for the boy to accept and feel better in his heart.

He asked inductively: "Jun Ruo, I actually learned something through certain channels. Is Xu Yanjie the child you met in the orphanage?"

Qu Linggong felt that although Xu Yanjie called Zhang Junruo "brother", the two boys were both thin and thin, but their facial features were not alike.Ruoruo of his family looks more beautiful, and his facial features are more delicate and handsome.

As soon as the words came out, the boy suddenly opened his eyes wide, his shoulders tensed, and he became alert again.

There was daze and confusion in the dark pupils, subconsciously shrunk his shoulders and dodged backwards.His horrified eyes trembled slightly, and he couldn't imagine how much the person in front of him knew about his past.

Did he know he was an adopted orphan?

So, does he know about his time at the orphanage?Did he know what happened to him before he became an orphan?

He—remember himself?

Qu Linggong could clearly see Zhang Junruo's fear and retreat. Such a question was too straightforward for the guarded boy.

He worked hard to mobilize the muscles on his face, and put on a gentle and friendly expression with the expression management skills he had cultivated in his seven-year acting career.I hope to present the image of a gentle and amiable "confidant brother" to the boy, so that his sensitive and easily hurt baby will have a more suitable listening environment.

"Ruoruo, can I call you Ruoruo?" The topic just now was a bit straightforward, and it touched the core of the problem too quickly. He was afraid of startling the worried little beast, so he decided to circle around the edge first and zigzag forward.

The boy remained silent, refusing to comment on his sudden change of direction.

"Your fans call you Junjun. Although Junjun sounds nice too, I think Ruoruo is cuter and suits you well." Qu Linggong's eyes were so gentle that the moonlight scattered on the silent wilderness.

His words actually coincided with what Zhang Junruo confided to him in the previous life. The boy said lightly at that time that others called him "Junjun" or "Junruo", but only Qu Linggong called him "Ruoruo". But only Qu Linggong was right, it was a title he recognized, because only the word "Ruo" belonged to him.

Qu Linggong used a little caution to bring up the old story at this time. He felt that expressing the boy's thoughts in person would give the boy a feeling that he understood him very well, and it would be easier to narrow the distance between each other, and it would also It's easier to get into a conversation.

Because the adoptive parents' biological son was called "Zhang Jun", and he was adopted because of his similar appearance to the deceased, and was renamed "Zhang Junruo". The young man keenly felt that there was a trace of deep meaning in his words just now.

Has the boy already understood to that extent about his life experience, and even the origin of his name?

Does he know his previous name?

Does he—do he remember himself?

Zhang Junruo stared at him blankly, as if he had seen through the boy's question, Qu Linggong added sincerely: "I know you were adopted, and I also know your previous name...is 'Jing Xun', right... "

After hearing these words, the boy's handsome and slender eyelashes trembled violently uncontrollably, and because of nervousness, he subconsciously held his slender fingers to his side.

He didn't know what the boy would say later.To tell him that he has not forgotten himself?Or, even if he knew his name, he still had no impression...

Qu Linggong glanced lightly at Zhang Junruo's tense hand, and added softly: "The first time I saw this name, I felt it was very familiar and had a special feeling."

Zhang Junruo listened quietly, a faint sense of loss rose somewhere in his heart.He shouldn't expect everything, he won't remember his...

Qu Linggong paused, looked at Zhang Junruo's expression, and said lightly, "Just like what you said last time, it's a strange experience of deja vu. I react to this name in my heart, as if it is very important to me."

Every word Qu Linggong said was full of true feelings, but he was describing the experience of seeing those two words in Zhang Junruo's household registration book for the first time in his previous life.

The boy trembled his slender eyelashes, silently listening to Qu Linggong's remembrance of the time that had dimmed to the point where only afterimages remained in his mind.

He obviously believed that Qu Linggong had forgotten him and their agreement, but when the young man told these facts himself, he felt full of disappointment.

At this time, Qu Linggong changed the subject and continued: "Although I feel very familiar, but I can't remember it. My mother said that when I was in the first grade of junior high school, I went to the Qu family's old house with my brother to celebrate grandma's birthday. There was a car accident on the highway, my brother was seriously injured, and unfortunately died in that accident, I am better, but I have forgotten a lot of childhood things..."

Zhang Junruo suddenly opened his eyes wide, and looked at him with Wu Zhanzhan's pupils in surprise.

Qu Linggong observed Zhang Junruo's expression, stretched out his big hand, calmly and lightly squeezed the boy's fingers with white knuckles, and said softly, "Ruoruo, I saw your previous name, and I feel that it's the boy's name." Very familiar. Did we... know each other a long time ago?"

It turned out to be like this... Zhang Junruo turned his head, stared at the young man's sincere and gentle eyes, and his heart was filled with uncontrollable emotions.

Is that so?This person never forgot himself, he just got into a car accident and lost his memory...

If it wasn't an accident, he would definitely remember himself the same way he remembered him.Zhang Junruo felt a little determined.

After the boy left, he never came back to visit him, never looked for him, or sent him a letter, just because he lost his memory, and the time they spent together was not tempered by the passage of time to be bleak and mediocre, and they were forgotten in the blink of an eye.

He forgot himself, only because of amnesia.

Zhang Junruo's eyes were sore for a while, and tears welled up suddenly, he quickly opened his eyes wide, turned his head sideways, trying to stare back the hot tears that were about to burst out of his eyes.

Qu Linggong paid close attention to the boy's reaction, how could he miss the moment when the boy's jade-like pupils were wet with tears.

He coughed softly, and repeated in a warm voice: "So, we... have known each other before?"

After a long silence, Zhang Junruo opened his lips in a hoarse voice, and echoed his voice in a low voice, trying his best to conceal the trill, and said softly: "...No... I don't know you..."

The boy thought, since he had forgotten the past, why let him know that they once knew each other, knew the past and the agreement?In that way, it will only bring unnecessary trouble and burden to the teenager.

"Oh..." Qu Linggong looked at Zhang Junruo's shining eyes, and understood the reason why the boy denied it. His baby is really kind and gentle, and it is the most beautiful treasure he found in the ordinary world.

Qu Linggong deliberately put on an expression of aggrieved and disappointed, with a little doubt in his tone, he muttered: "...Didn't you know me? But...why...I feel like I've seen you before, Just like the scene in the novel... I always feel familiar..."

For a second, he got up on the show, and sighed resentfully: "...that's probably... we knew each other in the previous life... we must have had a deep fate in the previous life, maybe it was a couple who stayed together for a long time...or a very loving kind ...So in this life, the two of us met again..."

Zhang Junruo's cheeks were flushed by his teasing, and he didn't dare to look at him. He was embarrassed and afraid that he would burst into tears, and stared blankly ahead with misty eyes.

He only heard Qu Linggong and said again: "Ruoruo, have you heard a song?"

Zhang Junruo's thoughts were completely taken away by Mr. Qu, and he asked softly, "...what song?"

"The lyrics are, finally, you and I meet here. Maybe, you are me, my unfulfilled wish..." Qu Linggong read out this sentence imprinted on the Heart lyrics.

Zhang Junruo listened quietly, his eyes were far away and blurred, he had never heard this song, but these two lyrics touched the most secret and softest part of his heart, he replied in a daze: "I have never heard it..."

Qu Linggong suddenly remembered that the song hadn't come out yet at this time, he bent his eyes and said with a smile, "Yeah, this is the song I'm going to cover in the future," he turned his head and looked deeply into Zhang Junruo's eyes, saying every word He said firmly, "I want to sing to someone..."

Qu Linggong clearly told the boy he loves deeply with his eyes that the person he wants to sing is himself.

The boy's beautiful phoenix eyes are full of joy and anticipation, shining brightly. When staring at a person, the beautiful iridescence in the pupils seems to be able to touch any frozen heart.

He is a natural star, the kind who stands in the crowd and can be seen at a glance, Zhang Junruo looked at him with trembling pupils, thinking silently.

It turned out that the boy didn't forget himself just because he was separated.In Qu Linggong's soft words, deep in my heart, the knot that had been entangled, troubled, hurt, confused, disappointed, and tortured me for a long time was quietly untied like this.

With a relieved expression on Zhang Junruo's face, he leaned on the backrest and sighed a little tiredly.

"Are you tired?" Qu Linggong asked with concern, and handed the hot cocoa drink that was still steaming on the coffee table to the boy's hand.

The taste of chocolate, rich and sweet with a bitter fragrance, overlaps with the taste of the popsicles I ate in my memory and the umbrella-shaped candy that the boy gave me, in the treasure in my heart.Let Zhang Junruo feel a trace of peace and comfort, and the whole person becomes relaxed and quiet.

Holding the warm mug with his slender and beautiful hands, Zhang Junruo lowered his head and took a few sips. He lowered his eyelashes and looked at the thick and mellow brown liquid in the mug. The kid I know lives in the same dormitory building as me, he is three years younger than me, he is very obedient and obedient..."

There was a hint of relief on Qu Linggong's face. His baby finally took the initiative to be honest with him. He assumed a posture of listening carefully and encouraged the boy to speak slowly.

Zhang Junruo's beautiful eyes lightly glanced at Qu Linggong, and continued: "He was adopted by a dog butcher shop owner..."

When the boy mentioned that person, a gloomy cloud appeared between his brows: "That person has a history of fighting and seeking to cause trouble. Originally... he was not eligible for adoption..."

When the boy said this, he paused and choked up slightly. Qu Linggong intuitively felt that there was more inside story, so he nodded his head unhurriedly, encouraging the boy to continue talking.He wants to know more so that he can act sooner.

After being silent for a while, Zhang Junruo continued: "That person adopted a child from the orphanage, in fact, just to have a helper in the store who doesn't need to be paid... He doesn't pay Xiaojie's tuition either. Xiaojie often drops out of school and is forced by him. working in the shop..."

"He also has a bad habit of drinking. He drinks when the business of the store is good, and even more when the business of the store is not good. He comes back drunk almost every night... When he is drunk, he finds faults, scolds and beats people... Xiaojie often was beaten and bruised all over..."

When Qu Linggong heard this, a wave of anger rushed to his forehead, and he really wanted to go to the door right away and beat this scumbag.

How could this kind of scum escape the adoption review and get away with it?When he heard Zhang Junruo mentioned that Xiaojie was often injured, he naturally thought of the bruises on Zhang Junruo's arms that he saw by chance. Could it be that Zhang Junruo was beaten by that scumbag because Zhang Junruo went to help Xiaojie?

Qu Linggong wanted to ask a question that he had been struggling with for a long time. He turned his eyes to the thin boy beside him. Seeing his worried look, he felt distressed and couldn't bear to ask.He made a decision in his heart, if that scumbag touched his Jia Ruobao's finger, he would definitely chop off his hand.

When Zhang Junruo mentioned about Xiaojie and the scum who abused Xiaojie, he unconsciously shrugged his shoulders, put his hands around his knees, and curled his body into a ball. This posture is a typical defensive and fearful limb. language.

Qu Linggong's heart hurt like being pricked by a needle, he unconsciously leaned over to Zhang Junruo, wrapped his strong arm around the boy's shoulder, patted the boy a few times, and asked heartbroken, "Why didn't you call the police? Don't ask someone to help? Does that person have no wife? His wife is Xiaojie's adoptive mother, and he doesn't care about Xiaojie, and abuses him along with the scum?"

After pondering for a while, Zhang Junruo shrank his body even tighter, clasped his slender fingers on his knees, and even his knuckles were bluish white.His voice was hoarse and mournful, and although his tone was calm, it sounded like he was complaining: "That man's wife avoided him a long time ago because he was drinking and making trouble... Those institutions also looked for it, the original orphanage, I also approached the neighborhood committee and reported to the police...but..."

"...is it useless?" Qu Linggong asked angrily.

"Because it's an adoptive father-son relationship, it's a family conflict... They came here, and they're just intervening in the mediation... If Xiaojie is being beaten, it's useful to call the police. They can make that person stop the violent behavior temporarily..."

After a long silence, the boy's voice suddenly choked up: "...but when they leave, they will fight harder..."

The boy's eye circles turned red, he tried hard to sniff his nose, and gritted his teeth to resist the urge to cry in front of Qu Linggong.

Qu Linggong's heart suddenly throbbed violently. Although his baby was stubborn and strong, he was still just a high school student who was dependent on others, and a child who hadn't experienced much in the world.How helpless, chilling, and desperate should the two children be when encountering such a thing?

He leaned his broad chest against the boy's slender body, stroked the boy's soft, dark hair with his big hands, and whispered in his ear: "Cry if you want, in front of Brother Ling, you don't have to cry!" Be brave!"

Hot tears moistened the clothes on his shoulders little by little, Zhang Junruo's bony back trembled slightly in Qu Linggong's arms, but he didn't make a sound.

Qu Linggong's heart felt as uncomfortable as being scratched by a cat, and his voice became hoarse, and he persuaded gently like a child: "Cry as soon as you want to cry. Don't be sad after crying." Yes, Ruoruo has worked hard to help him, hasn't she? Ruoruo is the kindest person..."

After a while, the boy rested his head on Qu Linggong's shoulder, and said with a choked voice, "...No, I'm not...I'm not kind...I'm not all for Xiaojie...I saw him being beaten When you look like that, you will think of yourself..."

"...I don't seem to be able to forgive myself, why am I the only one saved..."

"I often wake up from nightmares, dreaming that I am Xiaojie, and I am beaten by my adoptive father every day..."

The boy intermittently confides his inner voice in his arms, which makes Qu Linggong's heart seem to be set on fire and roasted repeatedly.

"I gave him all the money, all the money I could get, all the money...but it was not enough...how much money was not enough...Little Jie is so pitiful, but I am so weak...have no ability at all save him..."

At this point, the boy finally cried out in Qu Linggong's arms. The oppressive and painful cry pierced through Young Master Qu's heart in just a split second, breaking his heart to pieces.

Enduring the throbbing pain in his heart, he hugged the back of the boy's head with his big hands, and gently stroked his black hair, wanting to give the boy more strength and support, and whispered in his ear over and over again: "Little fool, no That way, you're great, and nobody does it better than you."

"Enough crying, don't be sad in the future, Brother Ling will help you clean up that scum!"

"You are not an orphan either, so don't be harsh on yourself. You have friends, family, little fans, and me... I will help you, save you, and protect you! Do you know?"

"Don't worry too much about Xu Yanjie's matter, just leave it to me. I will find a way to save Xiaojie, after all, isn't he my younger brother? Don't worry, leave it to me. I can deal with him both officially and privately. "

"When the matter is settled, I will take you to a beautiful place for a few days, take a lot of scenery photos, and eat super delicious local food..."

"In the future, we will also raise a golden retriever. Ruoruo, you like golden retrievers, don't you? By the way, there are also cats. If you like cats, we will have cats..."

"..."

While patting the boy's slender back, the boy tried his best to think of all the words that could comfort the boy, buried himself in his heart, confessed one by one about 100 small plans for the future, and handed them all over to his wife.

The voice was soft and magnetic, like a warm breeze, gently blowing in the boy's ears.Zhang Junruo buried his head in the warm shoulder of the young man, because he was too tired and fragile, so he gave up the struggle and resistance in his heart.

There was the pleasant smell of the young man in his nose, his big hands were patted slowly and comfortingly behind him, and there was a charming voice beside his ears, describing to him a world as beautiful as a dream, where there were scenery, food, and cats. There are dogs, there are flowers, and he...

It turns out that it is such a happy thing to treat someone you like so tenderly. Zhang Junruo's eyes gradually became dry, and the tears had already dried up.He cried until he was exhausted, and then, without a connection, he fell asleep peacefully in Qu Linggong's arms.

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