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

Just see the smile in his eyes.

"Our keys."

His voice was mellow and pleasant. "I know you like Caiqi City, where it's spring all year round and white clouds are within reach, so I bought a large piece of land next to the Gaoshan Caiqi Road scenic spot a long time ago and built a mansion there. It was completed last month, but I never had the chance to give you the key."

"If you are tired of Jiangcheng, we can go there to retire."

"Let's go check it out in a couple of days."

She was surprised by his premature plan: "Isn't it too early to think about old age when you are only middle-aged?"

"not early."

He shook his head: "If we don't plan to experience the future early, I'm afraid we won't be able to grow old together and will have regrets."

"If you can't walk, use a cane. If you really can't, take a car."

"Xiao Jian, you..."

Tong Ruixiao laughed silently.

She could always come up with strange things to easily break his heavy mood and make him feel better.

After a pause, he looked at a piece of drawing paper and said, "Teacher Jian, is it time to teach me?"

I remember that in the first two months of their acquaintance, she once put him in the shoes of her student.

He still found it incredible at the time -

Instead of treating him as a husband, she actually treats him as a student!

In the end, he still took the initiative to call "Teacher Jian", as if a boomerang hit him right in the middle of his eyebrows.

"The paper is ready. Here, you sit in front of the easel and take a pen... Yes, let's lay the base color first..."

She was behind him, and after watching him lay down the light base color, she held his hand and took the color to cover and modify it.

The two of them were so close to each other that if it weren't for the backs of the chairs, their bodies would have been touching.

The scent of the rose shower gel on her body was faint and not strong, but it lingered in his nose. The scent floated, making him more distracted.

Tong Ruixiao's eyes were fixed on the drawing paper, and her hands were moved by it, sketching out a beautiful face stroke by stroke. Her cheeks were tickled by her hair, and her heart was tickled too, as if she had fallen into a huge net and was addicted to it.

"Keep your pen steady and don't shake your hand," she pressed her fingertips on the back of his hand, "shaking will make the lines not smooth and fluid."

Jian Yan didn't know what he was thinking. The moment she asked him to sit in front of the easel, her identity changed. She was a teacher, wholeheartedly teaching the student in front of her how to draw portraits.

The student is a novice and needs her help to complete the creation.

Tong Ruixiao looked at the gradually taking shape color portrait, somewhat obsessed. The graceful and beautiful face on the paper looked like a real person, especially the pair of cold eyes, which injected soul into the whole painting.

What a wonderful and indescribable thing it is to have your loved one hold your hand and sketch her appearance stroke by stroke!

This memory is worth cherishing for a lifetime.

When I finished the painting, the sun had already set.

Jian Yan looked at the work on paper with satisfaction: "I didn't expect it to be so successful. You've learned a lot."

He put down his paintbrush and looked up at her.

"Give me this painting, okay? I like it very much."

"You were the one who drew it originally. I just gave some pointers and assistance. Of course you can keep it."

Jian Yan agreed to let him work on this joint work of theirs, but she didn't expect that the painting would be exquisitely framed and hung in his study the next day.

She was startled when she pushed open the door of the study, and then she realized that he had hung the painting where she could see it.

"What did you hang it up for?"

"This way I can see you more often." He looked gentle and did not feel ashamed to say this.

Language comes from the heart.

His heart is filled with her, and he can't pretend.

In the years that followed, whenever Tong Ruixiao saw this painting, he would recall the scene of the two of them leaning against each other and painting together that afternoon. His heart would become happy and peaceful, and his emotions would be relaxed.

Her heart softened instantly.

She walked up to him, smiled and touched his cheek, and said seriously: "Tong Ruixiao, don't you see me often now?"

"Yes, but not enough."

a few days later.

The villas in Caiqi City are very beautiful, the air is fresh, and it feels like you can touch the clouds with your hands. It is suitable for both sightseeing and living.

Jane Yan thought as she walked around the mansion and now stood in front of the pond looking at the fish.

"Like it?"

Tong Ruixiao stood beside her and scattered some fish food from the palm of his hand. Brightly colored goldfish swam over in a cluster to grab the food.

She looked at him when she heard that, the breeze blew her hair up and her face softened.

He smiled and said, "Having such a house in such a beautiful place makes me feel that I don't have to worry about my retirement."

"When the time comes, the two of us will live in this beautiful place, and you can teach me how to paint the scenery, okay?"

His eyes were clear and deep, and there was infinite tenderness in them when he looked at her.

Jian Yan laughed and teased him, "Where's Xiao Mu? He's your son, don't you want him anymore?"

"He has his own life."

The man scattered all the fish food in his palm and looked at his watch. It was already five o'clock. No wonder the sky was filled with orange-red afterglow of the sunset.

"What do you want to eat tonight?"

"Go out and take a look at the people on that street two years ago."

Jian Yan looked at the horizon and felt that time had passed in the blink of an eye, as if everything happened just yesterday.

But it has been almost three years since I left Caiqi City.

At night, Caiqi City is crowded with tourists, and the residents still wear distinctive ethnic costumes, as if every day is a festival.

Jane Yan walked to the flower shop. She was afraid that she would see that it had closed down or changed its business. That would be a bleak thing for her.

But the reality is completely opposite.

When she walked to the glass door again, the wind chimes jingled.

Through the glass, she saw a familiar woman in the store busy pruning branches, and another clerk in ethnic costume was helping.

"Sister Ruoliu, how are you?"

She pushed the door open and called out.

The other person froze for a moment, and the scissors in her hand fell onto the marble table. She didn't have time to pick them up, and turned back almost immediately. When she saw Jian Yan, she thought she had misheard.

"Sister, don't you recognize me? I'm Ah Mei!"

This familiar voice made the woman confirm that it was the Ah Mei she knew, and her eyes instantly turned red.

She looked at the person in front of her in disbelief, stumbling and crying with joy: "Sister Mei! You have changed a lot! Is this what you originally looked like? You are so beautiful..."

The two hugged each other, and Jian Yan looked at the store. Everything had changed drastically, and it was neater and more refined than before:

"Sister, how have you been these past two years? Judging from the store's situation, it's developing very well..."

"Yes, thanks to the gold jewelry you left behind! It was thanks to it that I was able to hold on during the most difficult times and not close the store and leave the province to work. If it weren't for it, I would probably be doing manual labor in a factory now..."

"Later, business gradually improved, and I redeemed it."

Yang Ruoliu choked up and wiped away her tears.

He quickly took out his wallet and the gold chain from the inner room.

He handed it to Jian Yan and held it in her hand, just like how she had handed it to him when she left.

——Hold it tightly.