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

Zhang Junruo's funeral was scheduled for three days later, and the photo on the mourning hall was taken by Qu Linggong on the white sandy beach of the island.

The boy turned sideways slightly, his black hair was a little messy by the sea breeze, and his plain white and clean face was full of vitality because of the slight messiness.

In the photo, the boy is wearing his favorite white shirt, turning around and looking out of the camera.

Qu Linggong remembered that Zhang Junruo was watching the seagulls on the shore at that time, and he called him. The boy turned around when he heard the words, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and there was still a smile that could not be dispelled in time.

The eyebrows are thick and beautiful, and the pupils of the black eyes are shiny and moist, as clear as a lake.

Behind the boy is a thousand hectares of emerald sea water, connected to the almost transparent blue sky.A few pure white seabirds dotted the sea, and the picture was as fresh as the grassy wind in the wilderness, blowing into the hearts of all the mourners present.

Zhang Junruo lay quietly in the glass coffin, wearing a white sweater that he usually wears most, the blood on his face and body has been wiped clean, his slender and white fingers folded on his chest, vaguely still the handsome man in a trance Yi pure boy.

There are a thousand red roses prepared by Qu Linggong on the bed, and the fresh red dew in the greenhouse in the morning is embellished on the bright red of the frost and snow. The bright red surrounds the silent boy, making him pale as snow His face is set off even more handsome and unconventional.

What family reputation, worldly vision, gossip, Qu Linggong doesn't want to care about anything, and has no time to take care of it.

His boy was gone, and his world collapsed with him.What else does he want to do with the boring things of those boring people?

He was staring at the thin body almost obsessively, lying in a sea of ​​roses, tightly closing his beautiful eyes, fragile and ethereal, like a wisp of smoke about to be blown away by the wind, without any sense of reality.

Qu Linggong stood there silently, ignoring the order of the other senders, and stood closest to Zhang Junruo, staring at him infatuatedly.

He clearly realized that his sun had sunk, his starlight had fallen, and all the goodness and light in his life withered with this young life.

He even felt that he and Zhang Junruo had been buried together in the coffin.

This kind of real feeling is so real and certain that he couldn't shed a single tear, just silently looking at the boy he loves so much, watching him being surrounded by a group of people he knows and people he doesn't know, and being slowly pushed towards him. The intersection of life and death.

Someone was crying, the voice was suppressed sobs at first, and finally couldn't be restrained, and the surroundings erupted one after another almost simultaneously.

The farewell crowd surged forward with the boy's glass coffin. He passively squeezed into the crowd and saw many people crying in a daze. Chen Fang, Yuan Xian, Luo Keke, Lu Xinyue, the "Two-dimensional three sisters" As well as many familiar but unnamed figures, those sad and distressed faces kept shaking in front of my eyes.

Qu Linggong tightly clenched the clothes on his chest until his knuckles turned white. He felt his heart throbbing so hard that he couldn't breathe, and he was about to suffocate.

He was young and reckless, and accidentally lost his true love, and also lost everyone's precious little prince.

He staggered and chased after the pure white figure, and was pushed forward by the crowd with deep feet and shallow feet. After only a few steps after chasing, he fell headlong and fell into darkness.

When he woke up, he was lying on the cold aluminum alloy chair in the hall, and Li Yunan beside him looked at him sadly, holding a cup of steaming coffee in his hand, and slowly handed it to him when he saw that he was awake.

Qu Linggong sat up and asked in a daze, "Where is Ruoruo?"

Li Yun'an's brows were solemn, his black pupils turned slightly, and he frowned and hesitated to speak.

He knew the matter between Qu Linggong and Zhang Junruo from the very beginning, and he also understood the deep bond between the two. Looking at the haggard young man, he couldn't say the word "cremation".

Qu Linggong glanced over his friend's embarrassed expression, buried his face in his palm, shrank his body, and said weakly after a long while: "I...understand."

After a moment of silence, as if he had finally made up his mind, Qu Linggong showed a resolute look on his face, got up slowly, and walked towards the "bone picking room" at the end of the long intersection alone.

He still didn't dare to look directly at the white ashes on the metal bed frame, it was the first time he faced the coldness of death and the desolation of reality.

There are no miracles in this world. The person he loves so much, that gentle and innocent boy, turned into a pile of pale and cold bones. Whether it is a frightening smile or warm and soft lips, he has devoted himself to it. All, can no longer be touched.

He vaguely remembered that Zhang Junruo asked him what is eternal in this world.With this question, this place and this scene, I can't help but feel the sadness of being overwhelmed.

In my mind, some tiny images flashed back, the boy was under the street lamp on a snowy night, as beautiful as an angel who fell into the mortal world, and confided his uneasiness and panic to him.

He said, nothing in this world is permanent, so why make fragile and fragile things?

The boy was so afraid of losing, afraid of being sad, and rejected himself again and again, but in the end he still let him lose and made him sad.

Qu Linggong closed his eyes deeply, knelt down silently, and begged for a piece of Zhang Junruo's bone with Han Xueru, who was also haggard.

The boy's overreaction and a series of actions after Zhang Junruo's death made Han Xueru understand the relationship between the two. She studied abroad in her early years, had a broad mind and pattern, and did not discriminate against homosexuals.

However, she knew that Zhang Junruo's suicide was related to the boy in front of her, and she resented the boy for making her experience the pain of loss again.

Qu Linggong knelt at her feet and begged over and over again, simply repeating his request, over and over again, with a hoarse and mournful voice, his appearance seemed to move even a hard-hearted heart.

Han Xueru wiped away tears, picked a small piece of clean white tibia on the bone picking bed, and handed it to the kneeling boy.The young man held it reverently with both hands, as if he was holding a treasure in the world, stood up and bowed deeply to Han Xueru, and left the cremation room silently.

Han Xueru turned her back and wept like rain for a moment.She didn't know what kind of relationship Zhang Junruo had with that boy, but she seemed to be able to feel the pure and sincere emotion between the two teenagers.

When incinerating the relics, Han Xueru picked up some of Zhang Junruo's clothes and stroked them lightly, feeling the delicate texture of the fabric, and was speechless for a while.

She turned her head, just in time to see Qu Linggong and Li Yun'an standing silently not far away, looking at this side quietly as if stationed, she walked over, sighed to the boy and said, "These clothes are Jun Ruo's favorite clothes. Yes, put it at the top of the closet, as if you are reluctant to wear it. If you want to keep it as a souvenir, you can take it back.”

The boy who had been enduring silence all this time, at the moment when he took the two pieces of clothes and a silver-gray scarf, suddenly knelt down, buried his face deeply in Zhang Junruo's clothes, his back trembled, and he couldn't hold back anymore and wept bitterly.

……

It was another New Year's Eve, and a handsome man was wearing a slim trench coat, sitting silently in a bar.During this time period, the bar had not yet opened, and a few young people described by the bartender walked between the bar counter and the kitchen calmly, sorting out the drinks and menus.

The man ordered a glass of gin from the boss, sat in the soft yellow light before the bar opened, and sipped it leisurely.The facial features are sculpted into three-dimensional and handsome by the lights, the sword eyebrows are heroic, the black pupils are deep, the straight nose tube and the perfect diamond-shaped lips, exuding a charming and sexy mature temperament.

Yin Zi stood leisurely at the bar counter, resting his forehead with his hand, squinting his eyes to look at the vicissitudes and elegance of the man, and suddenly felt that this man had been stripped from the image of a bit domineering and cynical son, and had become Very thick and aura, the temperament of the whole person is profound and meaningful.

Yin Zi sighed in his heart, no wonder so many fans like this one.

He glanced at a delicate white porcelain bottle hanging on a black leather rope around the man's neck, his eyes darkened, and he asked faintly, "Is it still hanging?"

Qu Linggong was slightly taken aback, realizing that his "treasure" had slipped out of his collar, raised his knuckle fingers and carefully stroked the small porcelain bottle around his neck, tucked it into his clothes carefully, and then took out He took out a cigarette, held it between his fingers, compared it to Yin Zi, and asked politely, "Can I smoke here?"

Yin Zi was a little surprised, and immediately teased: "Big star, you have become more rigorous. With me, you can do whatever you want."

Qu Linggong lit the cigarette familiarly and gracefully, held it between his slender fingers, took a deep breath, and the curl of smoke diffused, covering his side like a light barrier, making his handsome figure even more lonely and desolate.

"How long have you been smoking?" Yin Zi asked casually.

Without even thinking about it, Qu Linggong gave a precise answer: "There are three days left, exactly seven years."

Yin Zi realized something and smiled shyly.

That's right, it's been seven years. Doesn't that mean that Zhang Junruo started smoking on the third day after he left?

He still remembered that at that time, this kid betrayed the Qu family like crazy, and was homeless and lived with him for a while.

Yin Zi took out a small plate of cheese and nuts from the bar, told him to smoke less, as smoking would lead to calcium deficiency, pushed the small plate towards him, let him eat it with wine, and supplemented calcium by the way.

Qu Linggong thanked him softly, raised his head, poured the spicy and sweet gin into his throat, and swallowed it in one gulp.

Yin Zi looked at the man's deep eyes and asked, "Are you lonely? Do you want me to find a good one for you?"

Qu Linggong turned his head and hooked his lips. The evil smirk that was originally evil now looked miserable: "No need, I'm afraid...he will be sad."

The man subconsciously stroked the porcelain bottle hidden under his clothes around his neck.

He loves me so much, how can I make him sad again?

Yin Zi sighed quietly, pondered for a moment and said: "In a lifetime, meeting such a period... is really unforgettable... There is such a pure person who loves you so much, I don't know whether it is luck or misfortune..."

"It's luck!" Qu Linggong said indifferently but firmly, "It's my whole life—all luck."

Yin Zi sighed, "Hey—that's right, a lifetime—it's worth it."

Yin Zi changed Qu Linggong's new wine and poured himself a glass, thinking that he would only see him a few times a year, so he chatted casually to catch up on the old days.

"You have developed well in the past few years, you have many fans, and your grade is not very old. Why are you so low-key, like a veteran cadre with both virtue and art. I see that you basically don't show your face except during the publicity period. What are you up to? ah?"

"There's a lot of busy things... I took the diving qualification test the year before last, I learned photography last year, and there are cooking classes, baking classes, chocolate dessert classes and so on..."

Yin Zi half opened his mouth, his jaw was about to drop to the ground, and then he heard the man add indifferently: "I also learned Chinese medicine..."

Yin Ziqi asked, "What are you learning these things for?"

When asked abruptly by him, the man's eyes suddenly dimmed.

Yes, what did he learn these things for?The person he wanted to take good care of was gone.Even if he is decathlon, what's the use?

However, when he was learning this, it was as if he was fulfilling his unfulfilled promise step by step, as if... being with him.

When he goes diving in the island, he sees the colorful fishes around him, and he will think of the boy’s smile like a melting snow. When he cooks amazing and delicious dishes, he will imagine what the boy will taste in his mouth. expression.If he doesn't think like this, he will feel that life is a dry well with no interest in life.

As soon as Yin Zi saw his expression, he guessed the joint, and quickly stopped talking.

Then do you need to ask why?There has always been only one person who can hold Mr. Qu's heart and soul, even though that person has passed away for seven years, it has not changed.

Yin Zi saw Qu Linggong's gaze fell to the corner of the bar, followed his gaze, his eyes darkened, and he said gloomily, "You are all from the expensive circle, you should have heard of it...that couple Too--"

He swallowed the words "Life and Death" and only sighed deeply.

"What are you talking about these past few years? You are so jealous of talents. The young master of the Guo family named 'Jun Xun' is so nice and handsome. Why is he so unlucky?"

Yin Zi was indignant, and said jokingly: "You said that the male concubine was selected over there. He and yours are too good-looking, so they were selected together."

Qu Linggong refused to comment, and looked at the empty seats silently, and Yin Zi was also disappointed. Both of them were young people in their 20s, but they seemed to have experienced the desolation and desolation after the prosperity of the world faded away. I deeply felt the chilling atmosphere in my life.

On New Year's Eve, Yin Zi's bar was full of money and money as usual. Yin Zi invited a group of well-known underground bands to make a big noise all night.

Qu Linggong was so drunk that he fell asleep on the bar counter.

In the dream, he returned to the corridor of the teaching building of Xingyi Middle School.

Standing in the middle of the empty corridor, he saw a familiar figure standing quietly at the end of the corridor in front of the light green wall.

There was a throbbing in his heart, his eyes were sore and hot, he staggered and slowly stepped forward, one foot deep and one shallow, with a kind of timidity close to home, he approached the thin figure step by step.

A little closer, a little closer.

He finally came to the man's side, and saw the man's clear and handsome face.

At the end of the quiet corridor during the summer vacation, in front of his No. 1 red announcement in the Mathematical Olympiad, his Ruo Ruo stood there silently.He raised his fair and long fingers hesitantly, and gently stroked the three black ink marks of his name with his fingertips.

He saw the boy showing a sunny and snow-reflecting smile, that smile was so bright and joyful, like a spring breeze overnight, all the neem flowers full of trees were in full bloom, revealing a light and fresh fragrance to him.

He heard the boy's clear voice and whispered, "Long time no see."

Tears welled up in his eyes, Qu Linggong stretched out his arms, trying to tightly wrap around the thin body that was just a few feet away, but he only hugged a void.

In that world, he only had consciousness without substance, as transparent as air, the boy passed through his body unconsciously, and ran lightly towards the other end of the corridor.

Over there, Han Xueru stood in the distance and asked softly, "Jun Ruo, do you really want to transfer to this school?"

The boy nodded seriously, his dark pupils filled with sincerity and prayer.

It was the first time Han Xueru saw him like that, the boy was always shy and introverted, he never acted like a baby to himself, and never asked for anything.When Han Xueru saw his earnest and anticipating demo, she couldn't say no to it, so she just smiled and agreed to him.

The boy's eyes were dark and bright, with a little light flickering, as if all the stars in the sky were reflected in his eyes.

In his sleep, Qu Linggong silently clenched the white porcelain bottle around his neck, his heartbeat became rapid and disordered, but his breathing gradually became shallow.

His consciousness gradually faded away, and in a haze, he heard a song he had sung a few years ago ringing in his ears.

The lyrics sing: "The second half is split from the first half,"

"Life is a series of thefts."

"The one you love leaves without saying goodbye."

"How long is a lifetime."

"Finally, you and I meet here."

"Perhaps, you are my unfulfilled wish."

……

☆, reunion