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

This action, with the woman's complex expression full of gratitude, was as solemn as the passing of the torch, making people hold their breath.

Jian Yan's eyes suddenly became moist, she looked at the gold chain in her palm, tears welling up in her eyes. A stream of warmth flowed into her heart, filling her blood with warmth.

It was a well-intentioned act that really helped a woman.

She can do so much.

At this moment, a surprised female voice came from the stairs behind:

"Sister Mei?"

She went downstairs with a clatter.

Jian Yan turned around and saw a pair of round eyes. A familiar feeling emerged in her heart, and she couldn't help but exclaimed: "You grow up so fast, you have become a big girl in the blink of an eye!"

In two years, from primary school to junior high school, my height and intelligence have grown rapidly. I am still childish, but I have grown a lot more than before.

Bai Fang recognized her from the back, but hesitated when she saw her face.

The sister Amei in her memory was not like this.

Should be darker, eyebrows thicker, nose flatter...

strange!

"Fangfang, don't you recognize me? I'm Sister Mei who taught Fangfang how to paint!"

Until she said this.

The girl finally confirmed that this was Sister Mei.

She ran over quickly and hugged Jian Yan: "Sister, you are finally back! I thought you were kidnapped by bad guys..."

Jian Yan straightened up, pointed at the elegant man who was observing the dried roses not far behind him, and said with a smile:

"Is he the bad guy that Fangfang is talking about?"

Bai Fang hesitated.

She had never seen this stranger.

She heard from her mother overhear that a ferocious-looking man in a black suit took Sister Mei away.

Tong Ruixiao felt the familiar gaze, turned around and saw her looking at him, and asked in a low and gentle voice: "What's wrong?"

The girl shook her head and whispered, "Not this uncle."

"Nothing," Jian Yan waved to Tong Ruixiao, indicating that he was fine. Then he lowered his head to listen to the girl's analysis and couldn't help asking, "Why?"

"Although this uncle is also wearing a black suit, he looks very elegant... well, the teacher said that the word is gentle and refined. In short, he is not vicious at all and seems like a good person."

This made Jane Yan laugh.

On the private plane back to Jiangcheng, she said to Tong Ruixiao: "Do you know what Fangfang said about you?"

"That little girl?"

He listened to her carefully.

Jian Yan nodded, her eyes smiling like a crescent moon, bright and dazzling: "She said you are gentle and elegant."

"Laughing like this," he was distracted by her smile and could only shake his head helplessly, "Do you think this word has nothing to do with me?"

She waved her hand.

"No, no, no, I'm happy..."

"Even children think you are a refined person at first sight, which means you are in a good state now. I am happy about it!"

Tong Ruixiao was a little surprised: "Status?"

"Do you know what it was like when you came to Colorful Banner City two years ago?"

"…It's in very bad condition."

Jian Yan paused for a moment, his voice a little difficult. It had been a long time since he last talked about this topic.

"Gloomy, depressed, repressed, stubborn, like... like it's going to destroy everything."

The smile on her face faded as she remembered something. As she recounted the memory that made her frown, she felt a dull pain in her heart.

"It was like that for a long time afterwards, as if I had become a completely different person. Even now, I can still see traces of that time in some details."

He took off his glasses and wiped them with a glasses cloth. As he wiped them, his eyes were lowered, and his long eyelashes cast a shadow:

"You've told me many times, but... I can't actually feel it myself."

"I know."

"It's because I know that I feel happy. You are much better now, and gradually getting closer to the person I saw at the beginning."

"Is this little thing worth your happiness…" His voice was as low as a fallen leaf, so dry that it would make a crackling sound when stepped on.

"What do you mean by a small matter?" She pointed to her chest. "What is placed here is not a small matter."

Tong Ruixiao's eyes trembled, and he hurriedly put on his glasses, using the action of putting on glasses to hide his momentary panic.

Then, as if he realized something belatedly, he looked at her with red eyes. After a long while, he said slowly:

"As long as you are here, I will never be in that state again." This is the only fact he can confirm.

Jian Yan lowered his eyelashes, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

But I won't always be here, Mr. Tong...

Tong Ruixiao held her hand and asked, "Xiao Jian, you will always be here, right?"

He had asked similar questions many times before, during casual conversations, kisses, and hugs... Every time she would answer firmly - "I won't leave."

Only this time, she didn't say anything.

Just looked at him quietly.

Deathly quiet.

Enough to drive a rational and calm person crazy.

"Why...are you not talking?"

Tong Ruixiao's voice was hoarse, his tone was almost begging, and his body felt slightly cold, as if foreshadowing the arrival of something terrible.

"Last time you asked me, I said I wouldn't answer next time, because the answer is already in your heart." She stared at him, "I want to know, if I leave one day, what will happen to you?"

"I……"

Tong Ruixiao never made such an assumption, because the hidden and untraceable fear always lingered in his heart and never went away.

In order to reassure her, he said something against his will:

"What can I do? Just like the days before I met you, I can live a good life alone."

Jian Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

She regained her smile, which was as bright as a blooming peach blossom, and said word by word: "Tong Ruixiao, you must remember what you said."

Don't break your promise.

……

As summer turns to autumn, the weather gets cooler.

Having helped Jin Bushi for nearly three years, Jian Yan has always been careful not to reveal his identity.

After all, Jin Buxi and Tong Huaimu were deskmates, and she was Tong Huaimu's stepmother. In this situation, any contact with her seemed like a deliberate conspiracy.

I never thought that my identity would be exposed in this way.

At the entrance of Yanda University, Jian Yan was holding the designed dress and was about to give it to Tong Huaimu after seeing him.

This is the costume he wore for the role in the campus drama.

Unexpectedly, a youthful girl in a white shirt, jeans and a high ponytail walked out from behind him.

The other person was carrying a beige backpack and was about to leave the school to do something. He was surprised when he saw her, and then ran to her in surprise.

Smiling, "Sister, why are you here? Are you here to see me? Why didn't you call me? I didn't know and didn't pick you up in advance..."

Jian Yan had never thought it would be like this and didn't know what to say.

After a moment of silence: "I..."

At this time, Tong Huaimu, wearing a dark blue sportswear, walked up to the two of them, glanced at his stepmother, then glanced at the girl he liked, and felt strange to see that the two knew each other.

Unbelievable: "Do you know each other?"