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

"Zhang Junruo, what's wrong with you?" Qu Linggong asked anxiously.

In the light of the charging desk lamp, the other party maintained his usual sleeping posture, curled up against the wall with his back arched like a shrimp, and he vacated a large space on the narrow single bed.

Qu Linggong yelled again, but the other party remained silent as if he hadn't heard it.

Qu Linggong raised the rechargeable desk lamp in his hand and looked into the bed, only seeing Zhang Junruo's thin hair and the ice-white profile between the quilt.

He bent down and knelt on Zhang Junruo's bed, and stretched out his hand to touch Zhang Junruo's forehead.His forehead was wet and full of cold sweat.

Withdrawing his hand, his thumb crushed the water vapor on the knuckle of his middle finger, Qu Ling was stunned for a while.Silently placed the desk lamp on the desk in front of Zhang Junruo's bed, turned around and lifted Zhang Junruo's quilt with a whoosh.

Zhang Junruo was obviously awake, and the moment the quilt was lifted, his curled body shrank uneasily.Without the cover of the quilt, the sweat-soaked hair on the forehead, and the hands firmly pressing on the stomach were all reflected on Qu Linggong's retina without any hindrance.

Qu Linggong's heart twitched, and he frowned and put the quilt back on Zhang Junruo's shoulders.

I thought: Are Han Guangyu and I dead?Although it can't replace your suffering, pouring a cup of hot water, filling a warm water bag, and feeding stomach medicine can always do it.Just so silently and stiffly, no one knows the pain.

Zhang Junruo was wearing a white knitted sweater and white school uniform pants, which were already soaked in cold sweat, and were crumpled around his body.It looks like the whole person has just been fished out of the water.

Qu Linggong carried the rechargeable desk lamp and walked to the snoring Han Guangyu's bed, and pushed his shoulder.

Han Guangyu woke up in a flash, looked at his friend with a gloomy face in front of him with blurred eyes, and asked in a daze, "Ling'er... what are you... doing?"

"Lend me your rechargeable desk lamp!" Qu Linggong said in a deep voice, with a trace of sullenness on his face.

"What's the matter, this is..." Han Guangyu muttered and got up to search the bookshelf beside the bed.

Qu Linggong held the desk lamp in his hand, and under the glare of the glare, his face was as horrifying as an evil god walking out of a nightmare.

The two desk lamps were turned into a perpendicular angle to the table, and the light focused on Zhang Junruo's bed.

Seeing Zhang Junruo's appearance, Han Guangyu didn't feel sleepy at all, and said in a stuttering manner: "This, this must call 120."

Qu Linggong was very experienced, and said calmly: "Stomach pain, afraid of cold, afraid of tossing. The 120 tossing journey is even more uncomfortable. You go get a small soup pot and use the power supply in the corridor to boil some hot water."

"Hey." Han Guangyu hastily agreed to do it.

Qu Linggong opened Zhang Junruo's closet by the light of the lamp, and found the light blue checked pajamas and pajamas he usually wears.Pushing Zhang Junruo's shoulder, he whispered in a gentle voice he had never heard before: "Change your clothes, so you can sleep more comfortably this way."

As soon as the voice came out, his whole body went numb, Mr. Qu.

Zhang Junruo tried his best to resist the severe pain in his stomach, he would cry out in pain as soon as he opened his mouth, and couldn't find the strength to respond to him at all.

Qu Linggong took down his own eiderdown quilt from the upper bunk, put it on top of Zhang Junruo's quilt, and asked, "You change it yourself? Or should I change it for you?"

"Don't, don't touch me..." Zhang Junruo found a sliver of clarity in his mind that was pulled by the pain, and barely digested Qu Linggong's words.

"Okay, I won't touch you, you can change it yourself." Qu Linggong withdrew his hand, feeling a pang in his heart, but his words were kind.

After waiting for Zhang Junruo silently for a long time, he saw that he shrank his body and did not move.Qu Linggong frowned and bit his lower lip.

"The clothes are too wet, and the warm baby can't stick them on." While explaining, he lifted the two layers of quilt again and climbed onto the cramped single bed.

On the bed, Zhang Junruo's unique smell wafted from his sweaty body, Qu Linggong's heart swayed, he felt that this smell had a familiar sense of security, but he had no time to take care of it in a hurry.

He patted Zhang Junruo's thin shoulder lightly, and said comfortingly, "I'll change it for you, soon."

Sensing the approach of Qu Linggong's powerful aura, Zhang Junruo struggled to shrink back into the wall, "Don't...don't come here..."

The slender body obviously showed the meaning of shrinking. Qu Linggong thought that since that kick, every time he got too close, Zhang Junruo would tremble unconsciously, with a throbbing pain in his heart, and his voice was gentle several times: "Good boy!" ——It will be fine soon, and it will be much more comfortable after changing clothes and putting on a warm baby."

"No... just let me stay for a while, no, don't worry about me." Zhang Junruo resisted in a daze.

He has had a fever since the morning, and the only dormitory where he can relax has been taken over by Qu Linggong, and he can't find a place to stay anywhere. There are only a few students in the study room late at night, and a senior boy said he was bored, He opened the window, and the cold wind of early winter made Zhang Junruo have a splitting headache, but he had nowhere to go.

Sitting withered until the study room was closed, the chill on his body evoked restless stomach pains, and the double pincers made him unable to fight back, and he fell ill immediately after returning to the dormitory.

Now, with his burning brain, he only vaguely thought about not letting Qu Linggong take off his clothes.

The voice that always gave him a sense of urgency sounded again, and Zhang Junruo frowned deeply.

"No, you'll catch a cold tomorrow morning if you sleep in this wet clothes." Qu Linggong's gentle voice revealed no doubt.

"No, I won't... Please... um..." Before Zhang Junruo finished speaking, Qu Linggong started before the word "begging". If Zhang Junruo was a soft nail, Qu Ling Gong will soften his heart and listen to him.

"Ah! Let go, let go, you, you let go..." Zhang Junruo clenched the corner of the quilt tightly in his hand, struggling desperately.

Qu Linggong was a little anxious. What could be done in three to two minutes, but if he spent half a day with Zhang Jun, his little patience would be worn out.

Pressing the fire and persuading, the voice was trembling: "Hey, just one click, I dress people very quickly. I promise."

The two struggled and tore on the bed, their clothes and quilt rolled into a ball.Qu Linggong rode on Zhang Junruo's body, pinched Zhang Junruo's wrists until he let go, then forcibly pulled up both wrists with his big hands, pressed them on the top of his head, and muttered: "They are all men, how can you struggle?" What kind of energy is it?"

Zhang Junruo narrowed his misty eyes and looked at the tyrant riding on him.His wrists were tightly bound above his head, his body was suppressed by astonishing force, the air in his chest was about to run out, and his abdomen was bearing the weight of a human body taller than himself, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Vaguely thinking what is this person going to do?Don't even give him the right to suffer silently and maintain self-esteem?Is it so fun to watch yourself in such distress and pain?

Qu Linggong had imagined many times that these clear and innocent eyes could stare at him for a long time.But at this moment, under the gaze of those misty eyes, Qu Linggong felt uncomfortable all over his body.

He felt a burst of sorrow and sorrow piercing into his heart.The look in his eyes like a lamb about to be slaughtered made his heart tremble, and he was about to suffer from angina pectoris again.

Han Guangyu squeezed through the door with a small soup pot full of hot water, and saw such a strange scene that his jaw almost dropped to the ground.

"You, what are you doing?"

"It's just in time." Qu Linggong's eyes were red, "pass me the pajamas on the table."

"..." Holding the small soup pot, Han Guangyu stared blankly at Qu Linggong riding on Zhang Junruo, pressing Zhang Junruo's hands with one hand, and lifting the clothes on Zhang Junruo's abdomen with the other, and retreated vigorously.

A small piece of smooth skin on the flanks was exposed, under the focus of the desk lamp, it glowed with the luster of white jade, and the narrow waist stretched out a flexible and beautiful line. With the movement of Zhang Junruo struggling, the shadows changed.Underneath Zhang Junruo, her eyelids were pink, her forehead was dripping with sweat, and she was panting quickly.

This picture inexplicably made Han Guangyu, who was nervous, blushed, felt his hands and feet were sore, and his whole body was weak.

"What are you doing? Hurry up." Qu Linggong didn't have time to appreciate the beautiful scenery, he just wanted to shorten the time for changing clothes to the shortest possible time to prevent the people under him from catching cold.

As soon as the pullover fell back to his neck, Qu Linggong tore it off Zhang Junruo's head.Qu Linggong did not forget to pull up the quilt while taking back his clothes. Han Guangyu didn't see much of Zhang Junruo's body.

The smooth arm was exposed, and a row of dense red marks on the forearm came into view, some were new and some were old, the new one was covered with crimson purple scabs, and the old one was left with only a white streak.In addition to this row of red marks, there are still patches of blood on the arms, some are blue-purple, and some only have a faint yellow shadow...

Qu Linggong, who was often abused by his father, of course knew what these were.He took a breath, quickly covered Zhang Junruo's bare arms with his pajamas, and his voice became gentler again.

"Hey - I'll dress you up right away, trust me."

Han Guangyu was concentrating on pouring the hot water in the small soup pot into another container. Hearing this sweet and soft voice, his whole body trembled. He looked at Qu Linggong in horror as if looking at an alien. The hot water in his hand almost fell on his feet.

Qu Linggong had a ferocious face at the moment, but he kept spitting out words like a pediatric nurse coaxing a child, saying "good boy" one after another, which looked extremely discordant.

Put your arms around Zhang Junruo's shoulders, lift him up a little, put one sleeve on him, put on half of the sleeve and then put on the other half.

Suffering from a high fever and stomach pain, Zhang Junruo had no strength to struggle for a long time. It was only at the end of his battle just now, and he was much quieter now.

Qu Linggong's movements were exactly as he promised, fast and accurate, and he put on his pajamas in less than half a minute.

When it was pajama pants turn, Zhang Junruo began to struggle again, and said vaguely: "Don't..."

Qu Linggong tossed with him for a long time, and was also sweating profusely at this moment. He raised his hand to wipe the sweat and took a few deep breaths.He leaned over and whispered in Zhang Junruo's ear, "Good boy - I can take off my pants faster than my top, just one click, trust me."

Hearing this, Zhang Junruo blushed and wanted to struggle, but Qu Linggong didn't give him a chance, so he ripped off Zhang Junruo's school uniform trousers under the quilt with all his might.

Qu Linggong squatted sideways on the floor with bare feet, and completed the difficult movement of putting on pajama pants under the quilt.

Fortunately, Qu Linggong didn't see Zhang Junruo's leg with the same scar on his arm in the flash of light raised by the horn.

After doing this, Mr. Qu's complexion is not much prettier than Zhang Junruo's.The body is not tired, the key is the tired heart.Feeling uncomfortable, nervous and distressed, I kept reminding myself to go fast, to go fast, and even my fingers were trembling.

The wet clothes took away his body temperature, and the new clothes made Zhang Junruo's body colder, and his stomach throbbed even more unbearably.His head hurt so much, and his whole body lost strength. He bit his lower lip hard, and curled up again.

Someone put his hand into the thick quilt, pasted a lot of things on his back, and stuffed a soft thing in his arms. The warmth gradually spread from his arms and back to his whole body, dispelling the pain in his stomach. Cold pain.

This smell is so familiar, a faint rubber smell-it's a hot water bottle.When he was a child, every night in the cold winter, his mother would wrap a hot water bottle in a towel and put it in his arms. Holding that soft and warm thing, he could resist the whole winter without heating.

"Hey, open your mouth." For some reason, the gentle voice was full of irresistible majesty, the boy opened his mouth hesitantly, a spoonful of warm liquid with a strange and spicy flavor flowed into his mouth, and the boy frowned.

The voice urged again: "Hey, swallow it, it won't hurt anymore."

He hesitated and swallowed a mouthful, the warm juice with the aroma of herbs slipped through the esophagus and flowed into the stomach, the throbbing pain in the stomach seemed to be suppressed, and the frequency gradually decreased.

Then, the hot spoon was pressed against his lips again, and the man's voice echoed in his ears: "Hey——".

A man's voice reminded him of the scene when his mother coaxed him to drink medicine when he was a child.His eyes were hot, he bit his lower lip, and opened it again.

In my mind, there are afterimages of the past, dreams and hallucinations intertwined.His world was covered with heavy snow, the snow fell silently, and everything was silent.A woman stood in the heavy snow and looked back at herself, her smile was like the warm sunshine of early summer.

With the urging of each sentence in the ear, a spoonful of thick medicinal juice slipped into the stomach, and the cold torture in the stomach finally ended.Nothing can hold back his sanity anymore, he can linger on the other side of the river of consciousness for a long time.

The woman's face became clearer and clearer, and he saw the figure of the woman in the snow gradually approaching. She was wearing a snow-blue woolen coat and a silver-gray scarf, and waved to him.

"Xiao Xun, how are you doing? Mom misses you so much."

"Mom—" The pale-faced boy finally relaxed his body, squirmed and adjusted a comfortable sleeping position, and fell into a deep sleep, with a smile that couldn't melt away on his lips.

On the desk, the rechargeable desk lamp was only faintly dim. A handsome boy sat quietly in front of the bed, with a trace of exhaustion on his handsome face, and his beautifully shaped phoenix eyes stared straight at a tear on the boy's cheek on the bed. His pupils were filled with pity and sorrow.

☆, the same bed (catch insects)