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

What was he thinking about while drinking tea?

During this period, he would inexplicably think of the word "alive" he heard that night and his mind would wander frequently.

The more painful it was, the more he wanted to know the truth and what was hidden behind the hazy paper in his mind.

"If I say, I want to see the contents of the two pieces of paper you just took. Tong Ruixiao, will you give them to me?"

Jian Yan spoke in a very calm tone, as if this could cover up the slight panic she felt after noticing something was wrong.

The man subconsciously blocked the drawer.

She noticed this action and her eyes dimmed: "It seems that they won't give it to me."

"I..." He was stung by the sadness on her face and panicked for a moment. He wanted to explain, but suddenly lost his voice.

"What on earth is making you so nervous?"

"I don't understand." She took a step forward and saw that he was flustered and confused. "Tong Ruixiao, I really don't understand."

"You said before that you would never lie to me, and I thought you were funny. Then you made me gradually believe you, but you started to lie to me."

"Are all people in this world like this? They don't know how to cherish what they have?"

If the thing that made him look bad had nothing to do with the company or himself, then what else could it be?

hard to imagine.

Tong Ruixiao's heart trembled at her calm yet unprecedented tone; the last two sentences were like a knife cutting him.

The grievance of being misunderstood is intertwined with sadness.

"I didn't lie...it's just..."

He lowered his eyes, his throat tightening a little: "You...will be disappointed if you know."

She shook her head.

"If you have a problem, I hope that as a partner I have the right to know; if you have an affair, there is no need to hide it from me. I will choose to divorce."

After a pause, he added: "As for disappointment... perhaps, if it is the latter, I will be disappointed."

"No! I'll give it to you, don't say that—"

Tong Ruixiao's eyes turned red when he heard her say the word "divorce" and he could no longer hide it from her.

He opened the drawer and took out two lists.

These two thin pages seem to weigh a thousand pounds.

Jian Yan noticed that the paper was shaking slightly when he handed it to her. She had a bad feeling in her heart.

She never imagined that the two pieces of paper would be two medical diagnoses.

The expression on his face paused visibly.

Tong Ruixiao's heart was pounding, and his palms were sweating, indicating that he was extremely nervous.

She knew everything, would she think he...

Suddenly I felt very cold.

Inexplicable, unspeakable cold.

"Is this it?"

The calm voice seemed no different than usual.

He looked at her in surprise and found that she was staring at him deeply.

There was no difference in tone, and the response was even bland: "Although it says so here, I don't see any symptoms of depression or delusion in you."

Hearing her say this seriously, Tong Ruixiao suddenly felt that it was no big deal. A huge rock suddenly fell from his chest and he felt relieved.

"Can you tell me how you came to these conclusions?"

She folded the sheet and handed it back to him. Her expression was not as frightened or repulsive as he had expected, but gentle and calm as usual.

So he told her everything.

Including the self-doubt he had felt after she disappeared two years ago, and recently, the disoriented words he had heard from her a few nights ago.

After listening to it, she was thoughtful.

Then he said:

"I don't belong to this world, but I came here. This is something that current technology cannot explain. It's not surprising that the doctor thinks everything you suspect is fantasy."

"If you agree with the doctor's judgment and admit that you have delusions, it is equivalent to denying my existence."

She raised a faint smile and held his hand. In his surprised and delighted eyes, she pulled his hand to her side and asked him calmly, "Mr. Tong, do you think I'm fake?"

This look could be described as playful, but it contained a particularly alluring affection.

Tong Ruixiao couldn't help but sink into it, and said in a daze: "No, you are right in front of me, I can touch you, how can it be fake..."

Her smile deepened.

"Right, I'm a real person. So what are you worried about?"

"I always feel like I've forgotten something. Whenever I think of the word 'alive' you said, I get a headache."

He couldn't explain why he had a headache or why he had that feeling.

Jian Yan thought for a while and sighed: "It's okay to tell you the truth, but I just don't want to reveal more."

"Actually, I came here to change Xiao Mu's fate. His original fate was that he would have committed suicide not long ago, but I successfully prevented it from happening, and everything is now completely different."

suicide……

Tong Ruixiao thought that it was consistent with what she said when she was drunk that night.

It turned out that Xiao Mu committed suicide...

how come!

"And when I said 'alive' that night, I was probably talking to Xiao Mu. Because I knew it was you who came to pick me up, I couldn't help but say your name."

"As for your headache, that's even simpler. It's most likely caused by being too nervous or stressed."

She spoke sincerely and calmly, like the endless blue water, with a charm that made people believe in it.

The man looked at her for a while, saw endless hope in her, and relaxed all over in an instant.

Xiao Jian is right. The reason why I feel uncomfortable is probably because I am restless and have too many random thoughts.

After all, now that I think about it in front of her, I don’t feel any headache.

What on earth is he suspicious about?

If you continue like this, you will get sick even if you are healthy!

Jian Yan's words seemed to have magic power, and with just a few words, they blew away his bad mood that night.

Tong Ruixiao no longer took it to heart as a worry, and decided to live every day well.

He hugged her happily, sniffing the fragrance of her hair, and said in a low voice with a little hoarseness: "Actually, I'm afraid that after you see the list, you will think I'm abnormal and leave me alone."

"Rui Xiao," she seemed to be laughing, "what do you want me to say to make you believe that I won't leave so easily?"

She left without saying goodbye two years ago, and that shadow has been lingering in his heart for a long time and he couldn't get rid of it.

He always had a vague and sad illusion, as if she was a wisp of smoke. He reached out to grab her and thought he had caught her, but when he opened his palms, he found nothing.

Nothing but joy.

The hug is warm, as if it can make the stagnant blood flow again and calm the restless thoughts.

"Tong Ruixiao, as long as your heart remains unchanged and as long as you love me enough, I will not leave you."

The woman's voice was clear and soft, and her words were as light and weightless as a feather, as if they rippled a pool of spring water in people's hearts.

He said nothing, but tightened his arms around her.

Jian Yan looked up at the corner of the study room, where a surveillance camera should have been installed, but it was empty at a glance.

All the weirdness is hidden in the cracks of peace and tranquility.