Become a stepmother and save the male protagonist of the painful literary school

Jian Yan looked up and saw three female tourists wearing winter coats, who walked into the flower shop while chatting.

Not the police, not plainclothes.

She relaxed and continued to paint, chatting with Bai Fang about the steps she was taking in her painting.

The tall girl carrying a few paper bags said, "I didn't expect there is a flower shop on Caiqidao Street! Let's bring the flowers here back to give to our teacher. She will definitely be very happy, right?"

The thin girl next to her nodded.

"Yes, after all, this is her hometown. She hasn't been back for three years. If she hadn't been sick... Alas."

"What kind of flowers should I buy? Fresh flowers or dried flowers?"

The remaining short-haired handsome girl asked as she carefully examined the dried flowers in the display case.

The tall man was smiling, but there was sadness in his eyes: "It would be best if it were fresh flowers, so that the teacher can see the most beautiful flowers from his hometown."

"But all our money has been spent on buying local specialties for the teacher, and we don't have enough money to take the high-speed train... The train ride takes two days, and the flowers will go bad, right?" The thin girl was in a dilemma.

"Then let's use dried flowers! The teacher likes peonies."

The pretty girl with short hair wanted to find peonies, but she looked around and didn't see any. However, she saw a woman in ethnic costume painting in the corner, and a child beside her was watching with his chin in his hand.

As if there was no one around.

She became interested and walked forward to take a look, only to see two gorgeous and fragrant red peonies.

I have never seen such beautiful flowers!

Suddenly his eyes lit up.

I couldn't help but point to the real flower and ask the woman who painted it: "This peony is so beautiful! How much is it? Can you sell it to me?"

Jian Yan looked up at her, slightly surprised.

The girl was about high school age, with handsome short hair. She looked at the peony with sparkling eyes, as if she had discovered the most precious treasure in the world.

Yang Ruoliu went to the bathroom, and she didn't know how much a peony of this quality was worth.

At that time, Fangfang saw that this was the most beautiful peony in the store, so she picked it and processed it a little and asked her to paint it. She didn't ask the price.

I could only explain: "I'm not the shop owner and I don't know the price. Please wait a moment, she will be back soon."

The tall guy next to her came over and grabbed the pretty girl's arm. He lowered his voice and said, "Zhong Yu, these are fresh flowers! We want to buy ready-made dried flowers."

"My family can make dried flowers!" said Bai Fang.

After hearing this, the three of them smiled.

The child stood up from the mat and looked up at the older sisters. With a cute smile on his round face, he said in a tender voice, "But it will take six hours. And we can only start after Sister A-Mei finishes painting."

The girl named Zhong Yu opened her mouth wide, with a look of shock on her handsome face, "Six hours!"

Then he realized that they had asked for leave, and said disappointedly, "Forget it, we are in a hurry. Do you have any dried peonies?"

The little girl looked at the display case, shook her head, and tried to sell them roses again, "We don't have peonies, but we have roses, which are also very beautiful!"

The thin girl waved her hand, "The person we want to send this to loves peonies the most, nothing else will do."

Bai Fang felt a little disappointed, her eyes drooped, "Okay then..."

She wanted to sell more flowers so that her mother could have more money.

The atmosphere was a bit down.

At this moment, Zhong Yu suddenly shouted: "Hey!"

Everyone looked at her.

She came close to Jian Yan and looked at the red peony on the drawing paper. It was exactly the same as the real thing! Her soul was all on the paper.

I couldn't help but ask expectantly: "Sister, your painting is so beautiful! Are you a painter?"

Jian Yan smiled and shook his head, "How dare I? I'm just a painting teacher."

"Then teacher, can I buy your painting? I also have a very good teacher who likes peonies very much. I want to bring a peony to her."

Jian Yan hesitated, looked at the little girl who frowned beside him, and declined politely with an apologetic tone: "You don't have to charge me, but this painting is for Fangfang, I can't give it to you."

Zhong Yu sighed in disappointment, "Is that so... Then there's nothing we can do."

"The main reason is that this peony is so beautiful. I rarely see such a beautiful one. I thought that if I could bring this painting to my seriously ill teacher, it would make her happy..."

Their voices all lowered.

Jian Yan understood their feelings for their mentor, but since the painting had already been given to Bai Fang, she would not give it to anyone else.

She withdrew her gaze, focused on her painting, controlled her wrist, and finished the last stroke steadily.

Finally, the three chose to leave.

Just as the three of them opened the glass door, Bai Fang clenched her fists and made a decision. She ran up to them and called them, "Big sister, this painting is for you!"

The childish voice attracted everyone's attention.

Zhong Yu had an excited look on his face: "Thank you, little friend!"

"Just... can you accept the charges?"

The little girl clenched her hands nervously, feeling uneasy.

Jian Yan looked at her in surprise.

Zhong Yu also looked at her and nodded rapidly: "Of course, I wanted to buy it anyway!"

He turned his gaze to Jian Yan again, "It's just that we don't have much money... Can you make it cheaper?"

"One hundred yuan, what do you think?" Bai Fang asked cautiously, pinching the little fleshy hand.

"If that doesn't work, you can always—"

Before she could even say the three words "lower", Zhong Yu nodded with joy, "Of course!"

A smile broke out on Bai Fang's round face as she looked at Jian Yan, as if she had encountered something extremely happy.

Jian Yan was infected by her and laughed too.

She understood the little girl's approach. She thought that she wanted to earn as much money as possible to reduce the burden on her mother.

A very considerate child.

"Here, this is a hundred yuan. I'm giving it to you, right?"

Zhong Yu squatted down, handed a hundred-yuan bill to the little girl, and watched her happily accept it.

The painting has just been finished and needs to be completely dried for ten minutes before it can be stored in the frame.

Several people were waiting inside the flower shop.

"By the way, teacher, can you write a few words in the blank space of the painting?" Zhong Yu asked.

"Of course, what do you need me to write?"

The three girls started chattering.

About five minutes later, the tall girl said, "Just write: I hope the teacher can overcome the disease and bloom like a peony."

Jian Yan smiled gently and nodded, and a warm current flowed through her heart. This was not just writing, but also engraving the love of the three students for their teacher.

So she wrote the traditional Chinese characters in black stroke by stroke, not daring to be careless in the slightest, for fear of ruining her intention.

At this time, Zhong Yu suddenly came up and asked, "Teacher, can I take a picture?"

Noticing that Jian Yan paused, she quickly said:

“Don’t take pictures of people, just hands and paintings.”

Zhong Yu explained: "Your handwriting is very beautiful. I want to take a photo as a souvenir of our visit to Caiqidao Street. If the operation is successful, I can show it to the teacher."