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

Qu Linggong sprayed a thick layer of bone injury spray on Zhang Junruo's wrist bone, and then carefully fixed it with a fixed bandage.

Qu Linggong sent Zhang Junruo back to the classroom, and took advantage of the recess to rush to the pharmacy on the other side of the commercial street to buy medicines for bone injuries, bone cracking ointment, medicated oil, medical patches, and a large bag of medicines Put it in his schoolbag, nagging and telling him to remember to use it when he gets home.

Back home, Han Xueru saw the exaggeratedly thick gauze on Zhang Junruo's wrist, and couldn't help asking worriedly: "What's wrong, Junruo, are you injured?"

Just as Zhang Junruo was about to say "it's okay", what Qu Linggong said to him today suddenly sounded in his ears. He frowned and pursed his lips, swallowed the "it's okay" that was about to blurt out, and then explained softly: "Play basketball!" I fell when I was there, and my wrist was slightly bruised...it should be fine soon."

Han Xueru trotted over quickly, carefully holding up the adopted son's wrist which was fixed very firmly, while muttering "Does it hurt?", "Why so careless", while looking up at Zhang Junruo's slightly pale face, eyes full distressed and anxious.

Han Xueru likes this child very much. She still remembers the first time she saw the boy. In the warm sun of early summer, she followed her husband Zhang Yan and walked slowly by the playground in the backyard of the orphanage. He followed the sound of their playfulness, and saw him among a group of boys at a glance.

The boy was wearing a white shirt, with a slender figure, his too long bangs were blown by the breeze, a pair of dark black pupils looked over inadvertently, his eyes were pure and clear.

Although at first it was because he looked a bit like her own son "Zhang Jun" that she passed away, she was so attached to the boy, but after a lot of twists and turns, after they finally lived together, they gradually got along with each other. In the past few years, she gradually understood the beauty of this child.

He is very kind, very simple, with a delicate heart and very independent, never letting others worry about him.

Han Xueru always felt that this child was too sensible, the way he carefully maintained his self-esteem and sense of distance, and did not cause trouble to others made people feel distressed.

He is neither coquettish nor self-willed. Ask him what he wants to eat, what he wants, and generally there will be no specific answer. Another thing is that he has lived together for four years, and he has never called himself "Mom" , They all politely called her "Aunt Han" and Zhang Yan "Uncle".

This is the most puzzling and resentful thing for her husband Zhang Yan. Zhang Yan often complains in private, saying that she should not decide to adopt a child of such an age just because someone looks like her own son.

As the child grows up, his personality has already formed, and it is difficult to establish emotions, and it is not easy to form an intimate link with adoptive parents.

After hearing this, she just felt a little lost in her heart.What she wants to adopt is a child who can grow up like her own son in an intimate interaction without gaps between each other.

As for Zhang Junruo, he always gives people a sense of alienation, as if he is just a guest at home, a sensible, mature, excellent, independent, don't need them to worry about - someone else's child.

Such a good child, but Han Xueru is always worried about him.He was afraid that one day the string he was tightly stretched would snap, and he couldn't take it anymore, and would cry bitterly in front of her.

Han Xueru carefully stroked Zhang Junruo's injured wrist bone with her fingertips, and said softly, "Be careful when playing basketball in the future, you know?"

When Zhang Junruo looked up, seeing the unmistakable pity and distress in Han Xueru's eyes, he pursed his lips and remained silent for a long time.

Seeing that Zhang Junruo didn't answer, Han Xueru looked a little disappointed. She knew her son had such a stuffy gourd-like personality, so she didn't think it was disobedient. She turned and walked into the kitchen to see if she could cook a bowl of bone soup for him before it was too late.

Zhang Junruo stood in the living room, thinking about many things in silence.Because of the incident in the orphanage and Xiaojie's unfortunate experience later, he never dared to regard the current home as his own in his heart, and he never expected to get more from this kind couple. Love and pity.

He resolutely isolated himself from this home, chose to shrink in a quiet corner, looked at this warm and harmonious family from a distance, and only regarded himself as a passer-by in this home.

Feeling powerless over everything, the boy trapped himself in a dark corner of his heart, never opening his heart to accept his new family.

He knew that Han Xueru loved him very much, whether it was because he was regarded as a substitute for "Zhang Jun" or because of other reasons, his adoptive parents chose him and rescued him from that person's control.

Now, Xiaojie's matter has been resolved smoothly. He has his own family and obtained his own happiness.In Zhang Junruo's heart, the strong sense of guilt that had been buried for four years also slowly melted away.

Today, he was lectured again by Qu Linggong like a blow to the head. He is not a piece of wood, he has long been aware of the concern and expectation in his adoptive mother's eyes.

Qu Linggong told him over and over again that he has many supporters, including adoptive parents, family members, friends, and him. He is no longer a helpless, lonely child.He also wanted to completely come out of the dark shadow and the past that imprisoned him, try to embrace his family, and become their truly outstanding and proud son.

Zhang Yan has been busy learning lectures in the university for the past few days, and basically lives in the teacher's dormitory of the school, and only comes back on weekends.On weekdays, only mother and son eat dinner.

Han Xueru roughly prepared the dishes for the evening. Seeing the injury on Zhang Junruo's arm, she began to search in the refrigerator again, hoping to find some soup ingredients that are easy to make and don't take too long to cook. Let Zhang Junruo make it first A soup, I will cook big bone soup early tomorrow weekend to supplement him.

Han Xueru found a duck rack from the freezer in the refrigerator, weighed the cooking time of the duck rack, and felt that it was suitable for making duck rack soup, and took a Chinese cabbage from the upper shelf of the refrigerator, planning to cook it for a while. When making soup, cut some fresh and tender leaves to serve with the soup.

Han Xueru held up a cabbage, thinking that tomorrow is the weekend and the day after tomorrow is the Dragon Boat Festival.These two days, Zhang Yan will come back for dinner. As usual, the meals should be cooked more generously. He stood in the kitchen and asked casually, "Jun Ruo, when your uncle comes back tomorrow, he wants to make more dishes. Is there anything you want to eat?"

She would ask this question basically every week, but the boy's answer was roughly the same every time, "I don't have anything to eat", "Anything is fine", "Aunt Han, you can do whatever you want"...

The living room was silent for a while, only to hear Zhang Junruo's bright and pleasant voice coming in clearly, he said: "...Mom, I want to eat your braised fish..."

"Oh..." Han Xueru held the cabbage in his hand, thinking about the menu that will be carefully prepared for the family reunion tomorrow. It slipped out of his hand, landed with a bang, and rolled onto the marble floor with a gurgle.

Han Xueru ran out of the kitchen quickly, with a look of surprise, excitement, disbelief, and a touch of emotion on her face, and asked with a trembling voice: "Jun Ruo, what did you say just now? I... I'm not too Listen clearly... Did you say that you want to eat..."

Zhang Junruo's face was blushing, but his eyes did not dodge. He looked deeply into Han Xueru's gentle and beautiful eyes, and repeated word by word: "...Mom, I said I want to eat your braised fish..."

The boy's face was a bit resentful, he pursed his lips lightly, paused, blushed slightly, opened his lips softly, and said: "...It's really delicious, I look forward to eating this every time..."

Tears suddenly flickered in Han Xueru's eyes, and she couldn't control her emotions. After waiting for four years, she finally got this "Mom", as well as Zhang Junruo's trust and sincere words.

She was so excited that she hugged Zhang Junruo's thin shoulders with sobs, hugged her sensible and introverted son in her arms, and whispered in a trembling voice: "Mom knows, Mom will cook fish for you tomorrow... Mom In the future, I will often cook braised fish for you..."

Zhang Junruo was also a little excited, his eye sockets turned red all of a sudden, and the corners of his eyes were narrow and beautifully curved, gradually moistened by tears, shining with a crystal gleam.

The next day was Saturday, Zhang Yan was busy learning speech materials in the office in the morning, and hurried home just before lunch in the afternoon.As soon as he entered the door, he could smell the tangy aroma of the food. He was busy with academic conferences recently, and he hadn't tasted the taste of home-cooked food for a long time. He was in a good mood immediately and his index finger moved.

Zhang Yan took off his shoes and walked into the restaurant. Sure enough, he saw a table full of exquisite and rich dishes, exuding a tempting fragrance.

Zhang Yan scanned the dishes intently, felt a little strange, and asked suspiciously: "Xueru, did your brother go fishing in Linshi again?"

Han Xueru brought out the last dish from the kitchen - a pot of snow-white and mellow big bone soup that had been simmering for a long time. She walked over carefully and placed it right in the middle of the dining table. Looking at her husband, she smiled and said nothing.

Sensitively, Zhang Yan felt that there was some happy event, looked at the dishes again, and couldn't help being suspicious, and said, "No, there are both sea fish and river fish here... Could it be that your brother went fishing in the sea?"

He followed Han Xueru's figure with his eyes, saw his wife come out of the kitchen again, took the bowls and chopsticks for the three of them, looked at him with a smile on his mouth, and then shouted upstairs: "Jun Ruo, come down, you Dad is back, come down and eat."

Zhang Yan was taken aback when he heard the words, and looked at Han Xueru suspiciously. Han Xueru's almond eyes were curved, and there was a gratifying smile in the corner of his eyes. He nodded.

Zhang Yan couldn't believe it, and his face couldn't hide his excitement and joy. He hadn't been called "Dad" for many years, and he almost forgot what it felt like.He asked again with his eyes: Really?Really?

Seeing her husband's childish look, Han Xueru felt both angry and funny, so she nodded affirmatively again with a smile all over her face.

Zhang Junruo came down from upstairs, walked to the dining table and raised his eyes to look at Zhang Yan. Being stared into by the boy's clear eyes, Zhang Yan couldn't help shivering, feeling a little nervous for no reason.

Zhang Junruo opened his lips softly and said, "Dad, you're back."

Zhang Yan was stunned for a moment, all this happened too fast, before he had time to prepare, he quickly replied: "Well, well, I'm back, there are too many things at school recently, I'm busy, I haven't eaten at home for a long time Come here, sit down and eat. Look at your mother, making so many fish..."

It was also the first time for him to experience the scene of father and son getting to know each other. He was a little uncomfortable with the indifferent face of Yan Su scholar who was a teacher at school, and unconsciously said a lot of words to cover up the inexplicable tension in his heart.

Han Xueru, however, got used to her new title overnight, and introduced with ease with a smile on her face, "If Jun Ruo said yesterday that he likes my braised fish, I'll make a few more..."

She wiped her hands with her apron, and said with emotion: "It turns out that Jun Ruo likes to eat fish, look at me as a mother... Really, how did I know..."

Zhang Yan sat down, and hurriedly received: "It turned out that Junruo said that he wanted to eat fish... If you love fish, I love fish too, so follow me..."

Afterwards, the whole family sat around the dining table, happily enjoying a delicious dinner.

On Sunday, just in time for the Dragon Boat Festival, Qu Linggong had no activities. Thinking of his family, Ruobao, made his heart itch. He got up early in the morning and began to sit on the sofa, sending WeChat messages to his baby.

He was still clichéd, first bombarding Zhang Junruo with reminders of calcium tablets, milk, and bone injury medicine, and then projecting emoticons at Zhang Junruo in a very childish and boring way.

The character image of Mr. Qu on WeChat is very inconsistent with the tall and tall image established by the three-dimensional. He especially loves to act cute and coquettish with his baby. Stand up blankly to wash and cook.

Zhang Junruo knew something about Qu Linggong's family, and he also knew that he was in a cold war with his family because of his acting career. When he got up in the morning, he chatted with Qu Linggong and learned that there was no announcement on the juvenile Dragon Boat Festival, and he was alone in the Dangling at home.

This kind of traditional festival is not accompanied by family members, it must be very lonely. Thinking of this, Zhang Jun felt a little pity in his heart, and his beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly.

Han Xueru was very happy in the past two days. She cooked a big table yesterday, but she didn’t feel tired at all. Today, she was still smiling and radiant. She dressed up early in the morning and even picked out a brightly colored dress. Put it on, and went to the supermarket to buy a lot of things for the holidays.

Fresh fruits and vegetables, all kinds of rice dumplings and snacks, bought a lot of snacks, and hung mugwort and calamus in front of the door, and hung a gratifying hand-woven koi Chinese knot on the door of my son, decorating the home full of With festive joyful atmosphere.

Zhang Junruo couldn't help thinking when he saw these little festive things, and after a moment of silence, he walked to Han Xueru's side and asked his mother's opinion softly.

He didn't go into too much detail, he just said that he had a classmate who lived alone, and asked Han Xueru if he could come over and spend the holidays with his family.

Han Xueru readily agreed. It was the first time she heard Zhang Junruo say that she would wait for her classmates to come back to have dinner together. A good classmate called, and she will add a few more specialty dishes at night.

With Han Xueru's approval, Zhang Junruo picked up the phone, hesitating and sending a message to Qu Linggong with some embarrassment, the content was simple and very in line with Zhang Junruo's style, just asking him if he would like to come to his house for dinner.

There was no news from Qu Linggong for a long time, because Mr. Qu was listlessly cooking noodles in the kitchen.

By the time he saw this message, it was already half an hour later.Qu Linggong was stunned for a moment, then suddenly opened his eyes wide, and then he was so excited that he walked around the living room a few times happily. After he calmed down, he became a little nervous again, feeling that he was about to see his father-in-law. I was a little apprehensive.

He sent Zhang Junruo a large vertical row of WeChat emoticons with different shapes, which well explained his inexplicable excitement, complex entanglement, and extremely rich inner world at this time.

There are little rabbits shyly leaning out of the corner with a red face, big bad wolves with starry eyes, and gorillas running out of the mountains dancing and dancing, making Zhang Junruo feel dazed for a while.

In the end, Qu Linggong was afraid that his agitation would scare his baby, so he typed a text in a serious manner——At 3:[-] p.m., I will arrive at your door on time. (Clever)

☆, the second coming of the rival