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

Hearing the boy's words, Guo Xuanyu stood aside and couldn't help rolling his eyes, feeling deeply that his love life was bumpy.

Jun Xun, the playmate that his family forcefully gave him, is really full of love, winking like silk, and provokes little boys everywhere.Over there, Zhang Junruo, who was in the top three of Xingyi's school grass, has not calmed down yet, and the elementary school students who are in the first grade over here have come to make trouble for him again.

Wei Jun listened to the boy claiming to be his fan, thought for a while, his peach eyes slightly bent, and said softly with a half-smile: "Little classmate, not all people wearing peaked caps and black masks are stars, it is also possible A fugitive or a plainclothes policeman, or even just because you are ugly and ashamed to see others. If you blindly chase stars like this, you will probably disappoint yourself."

On that side, the boy didn't stop, didn't hesitate for a second, and said resolutely: "I'm not blindly chasing stars, I haven't asked for autographs from any other stars, I know who you are, you are the vocal king of the Aurora boy group Xun—Jun Xun little brother."

As soon as these words came out, the faces of both of them changed subtly. Guo Xuanyu's impatient face showed a daze, and he cursed: This is a true love fan who can see through your deception at a glance in the crowd.

Wei Junxun couldn't help being a little surprised when he heard the words, his fully armed appearance, he thought he was watertight, few people could recognize him, even if the paparazzi with excellent eyesight and good at stalking came, they would only I think he is a bit suspicious, guessing that he is probably someone in the entertainment industry, and I can't tell his name at a glance.

Wei Junxun was a little curious, restrained the faint smile just now, and asked the question in his heart softly with a clear and melodious voice: "Why are you so sure that I am Junxun?"

The boy subconsciously pushed the huge black-rimmed glasses on his face, blinked his dark black pupils, and replied seriously: "I was standing by the window on the second floor shaking chalk dust, and I accidentally saw you two walking from the basketball court. In the past... I determined... based on your walking posture..."

Hearing this, Guo Xuanyu rolled his eyes calmly, and sighed in his heart: Oh my God—no wonder this kid wears such exaggerated wide-brimmed black glasses, and he turned out to be a fan of Detective Conan.Great, great, admire, admire.

Wei Junxun asked strangely: "Can you confirm that I am Junxun just by the way I walk?"

The boy nodded sincerely and firmly.

Wei Jun's inquiring gaze swept across the boy's delicate face and black pupils like lacquer, and asked softly, "Are you born with this power of observation, or... are you only familiar with me?"

The boy's pink cheeks were flushed, he pursed his lips, and said in a slightly embarrassed way: "Both... are naturally more observant, and, for you... are more..." The boy was a little bit speechless , bowed his head shyly and clasped his hands in front of him.

Wei Junxun's heart skipped a beat, the boy's shy face was so cute, his reddish face was so tender, it seemed as if he could squeeze water out of it.

"Oh, that's it. Well, then I can only be honest, I am Jiguang's vocal, Junxun. You stopped me because you wanted to sign it, right? I brought a signature pen, but...you didn't bring a notebook Oh." Wei Junxun frankly revealed his identity and kindly reminded him.

The boy whispered: "I ran down from the classroom upstairs and brought a black marker pen. This kind of pen is not easy to fade, so...Little brother Junxun, can you help me...to sign on the clothes?"

Guo Xuanyu was shocked by the madness and persistence of the star-chaser fans, and couldn't help but ask: "Aren't you wearing school uniforms anymore?"

The boy said timidly, "I have one more..."

Guo Xuanyu lost his temper completely, and was ready to stand aside and watch from the sidelines.

Wei Junxun had a good feeling for the boy who could confirm his identity through his steps, and seeing the boy's pure and lovely appearance, he was very willing to fulfill his little brother's little wish. He took the boy and prepared , a marker pen that claims not to fade easily, asked with a smile: "Where do you want me to sign?"

The boy lowered his head slightly, carefully looked at the pure white shirt on his body, and finally decided on where to sign, and said softly, "Let's sign on the left shoulder." That's the place closest to the heart.

Jun Xun smiled lightly when he heard the words, and according to the boy's request, he signed his gaudy and flamboyant "Jun Xun" on the left shoulder of the boy's snow-white shirt.

Looking at the boy from such a close distance, Wei Junxun felt that the boy's cheeks were delicate and smooth, his complexion was more snowy, and his thick black eyelashes were long and pretty, and when they trembled slightly, they were as cute as a pair of butterfly wings.

Wei Junxun also noticed that the boy's open neckline revealed a blood-red chalcedony pendant strung by a red string. Hua is restrained, with a strange charm.

After Wei Junxun finished signing, he couldn't help asking: "What's your name?"

The boy's dark eyes suddenly lit up, and a happy smile floated on his face, looking very seductive. He said softly, "My name is Lan Ke."

Wei Junxun couldn't help being silent for a moment. Although the name sounds good, it reminds people of an illusory idiom, as if everything around them, the flashy illusion, is just a big dream.

However, who can tell whether Zhuang Zhou dreamed of a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming of Zhuang Zhou?

The two bid farewell to the boy briefly and hurried out of the school.Before leaving the school gate, Wei Junxun looked back subconsciously, and sure enough, he saw the boy still standing there, his thin figure turned into a thin silhouette in the bright sunlight.

His face has become blurred due to the distance, but on the snow-white shirt, his signature written by himself with a thick black marker gradually stands out from the pure white.

Looking at it from afar, the winding and twisting handwriting, like a mysterious aura, was deeply imprinted in his heart.

Qu Linggong hurriedly led Zhang Junruo into the teaching building. Taking advantage of the lunch break, the teaching building was sparsely populated and no one was paying attention, so he dragged Zhang Junruo to the sports equipment room on the first floor.

He closed the door with his backhand, looked at Zhang Junruo who was a little dazed, and felt that something was imminent, and he couldn't wait for him to finish looking through the almanac and determine the time when the weather, place and people were harmonious, and then slowly arrange the arrangement.

He is going to confess his love to his family Ruobao now, and pierce the window paper to confirm the relationship between the two.

If not, his family's more and more glamorous baby will be missed by many scheming and scheming guys.

He has recently toured in a group, and he has gradually become busy at work. When he is running outside, he always has to worry about it day and night. He is afraid that when he returns from work one day, he will find that his house is planted in the back garden, which is being carefully cared for and thriving. The tender little tree was dug up by the roots...

Qu Linggong took advantage of the time when the boy was still in a daze, and leaned in front of him, covering him in the corner of the wall with his generous chest.

With deep and bright pupils, he stared deeply at the boy's beautiful eyes, and asked in a solemn tone, "Jun Ruo, what do you think of me?" The solemnity of his nickname can be seen.

Qu Linggong put on a strong aura to cover up the tension and panic in his heart. He felt that his usual words and deeds had already shown very clearly. If he could not convey his heart to the boy accurately, then he only had to express his heart. Cut it out, hang it in front of his baby, and show it to him.

If his baby really wanted to see it, Qu Linggong would not begrudge this sincere heart.

Qu Linggong secretly thought about countless times, when is the most appropriate time to confess, and the most likely to be accepted by Ruobao, who is delicate and sensitive and afraid of losing.

According to the experience of the previous life, he can't act rashly and make Zhang Junruo feel uneasy, so he has been quietly serving as his grass protector, taking care of him with care.Because this kind of time is too long, it makes him feel timid and close to his hometown, and he can't grasp the rhythm well. He doesn't know when he should confess his love.

If Zhang Jun is delicate and sensitive, he will not fail to feel Qu Linggong's soft spot.However, Mr. Qu has never had full confidence in front of the boy he loves.

In his last life, he was still a young and reckless young man who was in a daze of love, ignorant and ignorant, without a mature mind and the ability to understand others, to observe and perceive the boy's delicate and fragile heart.

Now, meeting again after seven years, he is sure that he can understand Zhang Junruo.The boy is afraid of being hurt, afraid of losing, afraid that everything is just a beautiful dream, afraid of the desolation and desolation when he wakes up, afraid that there is no real eternity in the world, and one day, he will be separated from him.

He understands these now, understands the black hole of anxiety that secretly took root in the heart of a young man when he was abandoned by the world, and the deep pain that was branded in his heart when he was forgotten by himself.

He supported the wall with one hand, grabbed the boy's shoulder with the other, stared at Zhang Junruo's quiet and clear eyes with his black and bright phoenix eyes like a deep pool of water in the night, held his breath nervously, and quietly waited for the boy's reply , he wants to give all the decision-making power in this life to his baby.

Even if he rejects himself a thousand times or ten thousand times, he will stand resolutely and never leave.

Time passed by second by second, and even Qu Linggong, who had excellent psychological quality, was so nervous that his palms sweated.

What does his baby think of him?In this life, does he still love him as before?

The boy frowned slightly, his expression was hesitant and dazed, his beautiful pupils trembled slightly, and after a while he slowly opened his lips: "I...I think...you...are a good person..."

The whole person was stunned for a moment, and then Qu Linggong sighed quietly.

He was so nervous that a layer of cold sweat broke down his back. At such a critical moment, his baby even sent him a good person card as if nothing had happened.

Can Zhang Junruo's seven good man cards summon Shenlong and satisfy his wish to marry him?

"No... I just want to ask, you... who do you think I am?" Qu Linggong felt that his sharp edge and arrogance were completely deflated in front of this boy, and he was as soft as spring water.

The boy was bathed in Qu Linggong's eager eyes, rolled his dark eyes lightly, looked away a little shyly, and then slowly opened his mouth after a long while, and what he said was even more disconcerting: "You...you are my brother Ling..."

Qu Linggong: "..."

The blue veins on Qu Linggong's temples and the stiff masseter muscles on his cheeks twitched and twitched. He supported the wall with one hand, and withdrew his hand from Zhang Junruo's shoulders. Anxiety and aggrieved flashed across his cold and handsome face. With a complex expression, he wiped his face speechlessly.

"No... Ruoruo, I told you to call me Brother Ling, but you really think of me as your brother..."

Zhang Junruo lowered his eyelashes, his dark and clear pupils quivered slightly under his slender eyelashes, he knew what Qu Linggong meant, and what he wanted to hear, but he was too embarrassed to speak, and he couldn't.

Before going to bed every night, he would silently follow Qu Linggong's official Weibo like a routine.Before going to bed last night, I turned to the video of Qu Linggong being interviewed by the media, and saw him interacting intimately and naturally with other members of the boy group, I was still a little sour and sad.

He is a dazzling star, a "thriller" with many fans, but he is so ordinary, he is still a man, and nothing can be given to him except this heart.

He was afraid that the boy would regret it one day, give up, and leave him...

There is no such thing as eternity in this world, and he has long understood its meaning, and he has faced countless moments of broken dreams alone time and time again.However, if it was Qu Linggong, he would definitely not be able to bear it at that moment.

Instead of having broken dreams and broken hearts that day, and breaking up disastrously, it is better to be like this now, to be a good friend.

His heart still belongs to him, but he will just stand quietly and give him support and attention, which will not affect his family and future.

So, how nice...

The two maintained such an intimate and strange standing posture, standing at a physical distance that even the best friends could not invade each other, each with their own concerns, the two sides were silent for a while, and then Qu Linggong urged softly: "If like--?"

The boy gritted his teeth, resisted the pain in his heart, and slowly made his final decision: "You are... my friend, my best friend... forever..."

Zhang Junruo's eyes were sore for a while, and gradually turned pink, his eyebrows were furrowed, his lips were pursed into a line, his shoulders trembled slightly, and he forced himself to endure the urge to cry.

The boy wanted to isolate the surging emotions, and told himself desperately in his heart: Don't cry, don't let him see him cry, otherwise he will be seen as sincere.

How nice it is to be friends...

If it's just to be friends, as long as he obediently stands where he is and silently pays for him, maybe they can be friends forever...

After a long silence, Qu Linggong sighed deeply, and then called him "Ruoruo" in a warm voice.

"Huh?" Zhang Junruo raised his head slightly, his misty eyes met the boy's dark eyes, and asked in confusion.

Qu Linggong stretched out his big hand, and gently held the boy's delicate and clean cheek, rubbed his thumb lightly, and helped the boy wipe away a tear from the corner of his eye.

Feeling the wetness on his cheeks, Zhang Junruo was a little stunned. He tried his best to suppress his feelings in his heart just now, trying to convince himself, but he didn't realize that he was still crying.

The boy was in a state of confusion, how could he explain this tear, so that his sentence "be friends forever" just now was more convincing?He panicked.

"Okay, just as you said, we will be friends forever..." Qu Linggong said quietly, his voice was clear and low, but there was a hint of cunning in his eyes.

Zhang Junruo got Qu Linggong's approval, raised his head, and looked at him with some regret with slightly moist eyes.

Qu Linggong's pretty Ruifeng eyes suddenly curved up, and he smiled at the boy evilly: "Since it's my boyfriend forever, then, as a promise, I will accept your first kiss today!"

"Wait--I didn't say it's my forever boyfriend--" The boy blushed, and just about to refute him like this, before he could say a word, the next second, he felt a blur in front of his eyes, the tall and tall man The figure enveloped him.

Zhang Junruo felt a big hot hand in a trance, suddenly stretched into the gap between him and the wall, pressed tightly on his waist, and pushed him forcefully into the arms of the young man in front of him.

He lost his center of gravity all of a sudden, and moved half a step forward unexpectedly, his violently heaving chest was tightly pressed against the warm embrace of this man, and the pleasant woody aura of this man enveloped him completely. , Then, the next moment, the lips were pressed tightly by two pieces of hot and soft things, sucking wantonly.

☆, confession