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

Jian Yan hesitated for a moment and confirmed again: "You can't take pictures of people."

She couldn't allow such a dangerous thing to happen.

Zhong Yu nodded happily: "Okay! Teacher, you write it. I'm getting scared."

After Jian Yan finished writing, she checked the photo album on the other person's phone. Indeed, only the drawing paper and the writing right hand were photographed, so she nodded and returned the phone.

"I see that the teacher did not sign his name. What is your name?" the thin girl asked curiously.

"Me? My name is Shangguan Mei."

Zhong Yu: "What a nice name, and a very rare surname!"

"Thank you, I like this name too."

Jian Yan smiled, the young man's pure praise made people feel happy.

The three boys waved, "Then we'll leave. Bye!"

Watching them leave with the paintings, Jian Yan stood in front of the glass window, a little dazed, but there was still tenderness in her eyes.

Shangguan Mei...

She also thinks the name is nice.

The plum blossoms stand proudly against the frost and snow with their elegance and character, which is the spirit she most yearns for and likes.

Moreover, the surname Shangguan was not chosen randomly, but was the surname of her teacher.

The teacher was Shangguan Qiu, and he was the best person to her.

Treat her like a child. Teach her knowledge and principles of life, help her when she is in trouble, listen to her and guide her when she is in pain, and sew a scarf for her by hand...

Although they were not related by blood, she always regarded her teacher as her mother. But in the end, the teacher was killed by Si Yanchen because she helped her escape from his persecution.

She couldn't forgive herself.

If she could live again, she would make her teacher safe and happy. Like these children, she would listen to her teacher and accompany him with the utmost respect and love for him.

But there is no chance.

Even if she stayed in this world, she would always remember her teacher's advice and work hard to live like a human being.

She believed that if the teacher knew about this, he would definitely feel gratified.

"Mom, I have a hundred dollars today!"

Bai Fang's excited voice brought Jian Yan back to her senses. She saw the little girl happily running into the arms of the tall and thin woman and stuffing a hundred yuan into her hand.

The picture touched her heart.

This is what a normal mother and daughter are like.

When Yang Ruoliu saw the large denomination, she frowned in surprise, "What did you sell when I was away? Why did you charge so much?"

"I sold the painting that Sister Mei drew for me! Sister gave her permission."

The woman's face suddenly became serious, and her tone was a little angry, "No, give the money back to your sister Mei. How could you sell the painting that someone drew for you? Give it back now!"

Most of the time, her daily turnover is only a hundred yuan, and she knows that money doesn't come easily.

You can’t take something that is not yours.

The little girl stood there, her happy expression disappeared, she wrinkled her nose and almost cried. She didn't know why her mother was not happy to see the money and was even mean to her, even though she was always thinking about her mother.

When Jian Yan saw this scene, he hurried forward and said, "Sister Ruoliu, don't be mean to the child! I gave the painting to Fangfang and she can execute it at will. She exchanged the painting for money to relieve your burden. It is an honor for the painting to help you."

Her persuasion eased Yang Ruoliu's expression a lot, but she was still frowning.

He stuffed the hundred yuan into her hand and said, "Amei, this money is earned from your paintings. I can't take it."

Although she is poor, she refuses to accept other people's hard-earned money.

Jian Yan never thought that one day she would have to argue with another person over a hundred dollars. She now had ten million in her account, and a hundred dollars was as small as a speck of dust in comparison.

But it feels so heavy at this moment.

A child's innocent love for his mother, an adult's self-esteem and perseverance...

A hundred-yuan note is given such a heavy meaning.

Her heart was moistened.

"I have already given this painting to Fangfang. What does the money made by Fangfang from selling the painting have to do with me? This hundred yuan should be given to Fangfang."

After some argument from her, Yang Ruoliu finally gave in and accepted the hundred yuan.

Her eyes turned red. "Amei, I shouldn't have doubted you before. You are a good person. If you need me in the future, I will do my best to help you."

"Thank you in advance, sister."

Jian Yan lowered his eyes and glanced at the child beside the woman, breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile appeared on his face.

At this moment, she didn't know that an unprecedented situation was about to come.

About ten days later.

About a month and a half after she escaped from the Tong family, the number of customers at the flower shop where she was staying suddenly increased.

The wind chimes on the door, which had been silent before, began to ring non-stop.

Without exception, those people came to see her.

He didn't look for Jian Yan, but for Shangguan Mei, and asked her to draw a picture for them.

"Excuse me, Ms. Shangguan Mei is in this store, right?"

"I'm here to see Shangguan Mei, the painting teacher who's amazing at painting peonies!"

"Me too, I saw it online. Does she still paint today?"

Only then did Jian Yan find out that the three high school students' teacher had a successful cancer surgery, so the three of them posted the video of her writing the inscription and the video of the teacher waking up on the Internet. Everyone who saw it was moved and it received a lot of views.

After searching, she learned that this teacher was a nationally famous teacher teaching at Yan High School. She was a very kind female teacher to her students and had many students all over the world.

Students taught by the teacher forwarded the junior's post, and more and more people viewed and posted it.

Many people who were in Caiqi City saw the post and became interested in the paintings of this "painting teacher" who lived in the flower shop, so they came to the shop.

This was something she had never expected.

She was caught off guard.

Jian Yan was really on the run and didn't want to see anyone, and he especially didn't want so many people staring at his paintings.

But she found that in order to have a legitimate reason to see her, these tourists would first buy some flowers from the store, even if they were just small roses at two yuan each.

These small amounts add up to big money.

When she was having dinner that night, she heard Yang Ruoliu say excitedly, "There were so many people today. I actually sold a total of 700 yuan! That's a week's income!"

She thought that it didn't really matter if people saw her.

As long as she puts on makeup, wears a mask, does not speak actively to expose her voice, wears ethnic costumes and changes her hairstyle and hair color, it is difficult to associate her with Mrs. Tong who disappeared more than a month ago.

Besides, it’s also a way to make money.

Most of the people who came here were tourists, and most of them would just look at the paintings instead of buying them. But there were also people who were willing to buy paintings, and although the money was not much, for her who was now on the run, the money from one painting was enough for her to live for several days.

And just like that, a week passed.

Problem solved.

Everything she felt was difficult didn't seem so terrible, there was always a way to solve it, and sometimes she could even turn a difficult situation into a favorable one.

But she never expected that just as she was gradually adapting to this kind of life, an unexpected and huge change hit her at lightning speed.

It was like a bolt from the blue.