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

She whispered, "Two years ago, after we came back from Caiqi City, you said that you didn't know if you were sick or not, but as long as I was by your side, even if you were sick, you wouldn't feel pain and wouldn't want to struggle to wake up. Remember?"

"remember."

"You said you would follow me wherever I go..."

"Well," he closed his eyes and hugged her dependently, like two fish clinging to each other on a dry beach, spending time together from birth to death, "Wherever you are, I will go there."

The unwavering answer is like a burning soul-chasing brand engraved in the blood and bones.

Passionate and devout.

After a while, the woman smiled softly.

"Then we can definitely be together forever."

……

This summer is pleasant, full of laughter and joy, and everything seems to be caressed by warmth.

The weather in Jiangcheng is not extreme. There was just a little sunshine in early August. Compared with the sultry Jincheng, it is really livable.

Chu Jinyuan and Tong Hai were shocked to hear that Tong Huaimu was admitted to Yanjing University. They went to Jiangcheng to visit him and stayed for a while.

Tong Huaimu didn't have a good impression of them, and subconsciously wanted to escape and hide in Zhao Qiang's house.

But he was discovered by Jian Yan and stopped.

Do ideological work on him overnight.

"Your grandparents don't actually hate you, otherwise why would they come all the way to see you after hearing that you achieved good results?"

"You don't have to say more. Don't I know them? They only like those who are obedient and good at studying. I just happen to meet one of these conditions."

"Xiao Mu, you said before, 'Don't ask me to persuade you,' because you believed your father was a cold-blooded person. But later you found out that the truth was not like that, right?"

Tong Huaimu was silent.

What she said made sense, and he couldn't refute it. But he just rejected those two people and didn't want to see them.

Jian Yan further persuaded: "They are here to see you, meet them, maybe you will find different details?"

After Chu Jinyuan and Tong Hai got off the plane and saw Tong Huaimu, they were surprised at first: "I remember that he was skinny and small when I saw him two years ago, but now he is tall and straight."

He sighed and said, "I have really grown up!"

This sentence made Tong Huaimu, who was just perfunctorily responding, feel a bit indescribable.

Afterwards, the family went out to eat.

Then they went to the scenic spot for sightseeing. Tong Hai was very talkative and kept talking with his wife and son on the way to the hospital. The topic came to Tong Huaimu from time to time.

He was a man of few words, but he didn't intend to drop the subject, so he just continued the conversation politely without being enthusiastic.

But as they communicated sentence by sentence, he actually developed a feeling that he was always cared about.

The two elders were not like other people who would give exaggerated hugs or compliments to their juniors, but from the subtle words they spoke, he could feel that they did not hate him as much as he thought.

There's just too little communication.

On the one hand, Chu Jinyuan and Tong Hai were angry with Tong Ruixiao when they were young, and were angry that he was born into a scholarly family but was tainted with money; on the other hand, they valued private space and believed that children should separate from their parents when they grow up, and would not choose to live with Tong Ruixiao.

No matter how big the villa is, it is not as comfortable and peaceful as your hometown.

Therefore, there are few opportunities to meet Tong Huaimu.

They only see each other once during the Chinese New Year and other festivals, and the time they see each other is not long. They would often get mad at each other because the boy is rebellious and not clean enough.

On the third day, Tong Huaimu felt uncomfortable and fled to Zhao Qiang's house. He couldn't change his habit after so many years.

Jian Yan invited Chu Jinyuan to fly abroad to see a large art exhibition. The two walked along Chinatown and talked about oil painting, and the usually taciturn Professor Chu also showed his interest.

Tong Ruixiao, their biological son, seemed like a foil following them.

"Look how much they get along," Tong Hai carried a folding fan with him, on which an orchid was painted with gold ink and inscribed with a thin gold script. He was shaped like a crane, and waving the fan was quite elegant, "like two sisters who had been separated for many years."

Tong Ruixiao took a look at the fan and thought the painting on it was familiar: "Old Tong, was this painted by mom?"

"Good eyesight."

Apparently, Tong Hai was used to being called "Old Tong" and he did not react at all. Instead, he proudly showed off his fan.

"This is the first time your mother has used this font to write an inscription, so she gave it to me. She's so nice to me!"

Tong Ruixiao smiled and nodded, and said seriously: "Mom has always been very good to you."

It is really enviable for them to be together in such an ordinary and loving way. His trust in love comes from the love and respect between his parents.

How nice it would be if he and Xiao Jian could be like this?

Respect each other, trust each other, and love each other.

Support each other forever...

There was still a smile on his face, but for some reason he suddenly felt the urge to cry.

The next moment, tears filled my eyes, blurring my vision.

Since I seldom shed tears, I was overwhelmed by the overwhelming feeling at that moment.

I quickly looked up at the sky to stop it from flowing out.

Mid-August.

Jian Yan finally had some free time, and she designed clothes for Tong Ruixiao to try on, and she also increased the frequency of her drawing.

The servants of the villa often saw the wife holding a drawing board and painting on the chairs in the back garden, with a huge gray and white Alaskan dog sticking out its tongue next to her.

Jian Yan was concentrating on her creation under the shade of the fragrant locust tree. Sometimes Tuanzi would play around her and let her throw the ball, and sometimes it would stand guard by her side like a majestic gatekeeper.

When Tong Huaimu came back and saw it, he couldn't help but tears up in his eyes.

This scene coincided with the dream he had in his first year of high school, and he was so excited that words could not describe it.

Quiet, peaceful and beautiful.

In fact, most of the time there is another person in the picture - Tong Ruixiao.

When a man does not have important matters or meetings, he mostly stays at home. He hopes to spend more time with his loved one.

Just like now.

“Can you teach me how to draw?”

Tong Ruixiao watched Jian Yan paint the canvas orange-red. This was to paint the sunset. She used the method of directly spreading the color and then pressing the color, which was a little different from her usual painting steps.

"teach you?"

Jian Yan smiled and said, "Why do you suddenly want to learn painting? Didn't you say before that you knew nothing about painting and only knew some theoretical knowledge?"

"I don't understand so I need to ask the teacher to teach me."

Jian Yan was stunned for a moment, a little surprised: "Are you serious?...Okay, what do you want to learn to paint?"

"painting--"

Tong Ruixiao's voice dragged on, and finally he whispered the last word slowly, which fell into her ears:

"……you."

Her breathing hitched and her heartbeat quickened noticeably.

He couldn't help laughing and said distressedly: "Mr. Tong, your flirting skills are getting more and more advanced, and have reached the level of a master."

She said she wanted to teach him before, but somehow, every time she taught him, she ended up teaching him in bed.

Later, she simply went on strike.

"It's not flirting," he said seriously, "I want you to teach me and draw you."

"You think I can draw myself?"

"If you can draw others, you can also draw yourself."

She said half angrily, half annoyed: "Okay, but you have to know that private lessons are very expensive, and teaching adults is even more expensive, and painting myself is a different price."

Deliberately making things difficult for him.

The man opened her hand, stuffed something in it, and then wrapped his hand around hers and held it.

"I'll give it to you to teach me how to draw, okay?"

Jian Yan felt the texture of metal and opened his palm in confusion, and it turned out to be a key!

She looked at him puzzledly and asked, "What is this?"