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

The twelfth lunar month of winter.

The first film directed by Jin Buxi was released, starring Tong Huaimu. The two have been publicly together for a long time, becoming a good story in the industry.

"Ten years have passed in a flash..."

Jian Yan stood at the top of Mingyu Tower, overlooking the bustling city of lights.

Feeling that time flies.

The man stood beside her, his voice a little dazed: "The scene where you explained to me in the hospital that Xiao Mu skipped class seems like it was just yesterday."

That was our first meeting.

He could see at a glance that she was different.

But I can't tell what's different and why.

It was snowing heavily outside the tower.

Jian Yan stretched out her hand, and the snowflakes fluttered and fell on her fingertips, melting into water stains, and the coolness penetrated into her skin.

She was wearing thick clothes, but she still shivered.

"You're not a child with strong resistance. Wear more clothes in winter. If you get cold, you'll have to bear it yourself."

Tong Ruixiao said as he helped her tidy up her woolen coat, put on the warm wool scarf he had prepared in advance, and tidied and adjusted it, taking care of every detail.

He didn't understand why she insisted on coming to Mingyu Tower in such a cold weather, so he had no choice but to accompany her, fearing that she would catch a cold, and asked her to put on more clothes but she refused. Fortunately, he prepared a scarf, otherwise he would be worried if she got sick.

"Okay, okay, got it." She smiled and held his hand, making an exaggerated expression, "Oh, your hands are so cold? Let me warm them up..."

Tong Ruixiao's ears turned red at her sudden teasing. He couldn't stand her doing this suddenly. He said sternly with a straight face: "It was me who warmed you up. Don't confuse right and wrong. Your hands are as cold as ice, and you still warm them for me——"

"Okay, okay, you're right, okay?"

Jian Yan looked at him pretending to be calm but with red ears, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

When the heat in his ears subsided a little, he looked at the snow outside and suddenly remembered that New Year was approaching.

Ask her: "Xiao Mu and Jin Jin will be back in a few days, right? We can finally have a reunion year, with the whole family sitting together, how happy it is."

She suddenly fell silent.

Happy reunion year...

reunion?

happiness?

Suddenly, a cold wind blew up, bringing with it the snow.

"Whizzing--"

Tong Ruixiao subconsciously hugged her and turned sideways to block the wind and snow.

After she loosened her arms, she saw that half of his body was covered with snow.

The white snow did not melt immediately, but stuck to his black hair and the shoulders of his black suit coat, forming a thin layer.

"Ruixiao, there's so much snow on you."

The smile returned to her face.

"I've heard this before: Even if two people can't grow old together, being showered in the snow together is still considered growing old together—"

When she spoke, her eyes were clear and bright, as if they contained all the bright stars in the sky. The look she gave him was gentle and peaceful.

In that instant, it seemed as if tens of millions of years had passed.

"No!"

Tong Ruixiao understood her hidden meaning, and his heart beat like a drum. He held her hand tightly, hugged her in his arms, and held her tightly.

Feeling her body temperature, my pounding heart finally felt comforted.

Close to her ear, his voice was unsteady:

"...No, getting wet in the snow together doesn't count as growing old together. It counts when we walk together to the end! We must support each other even when our hair is all gray. That's a lifetime."

"With the blessing of gods and Buddhas, we will grow old together."

He heard his own voice tremble, and for some reason, there was only fear in his heart.

The person in my arms just smiled and didn't answer.

The laughter came in a low chorus, like the ringing of tiny water bells.

After laughing, he heard her cold voice talking about another topic that went deep into his fear, with a chill deeper than the falling snow:

"But... Tong Ruixiao, you are a materialist, why do you believe in gods and Buddhas?"

Tong Ruixiao's hair stood on end in an instant, and goose bumps appeared on his arms.

Why do people believe in gods and Buddhas...

"Why do you believe that God sent me to this world and asked me to approach you with a mission?"

Her words became sharper and sharper, as if to pierce through the foggy window paper in his heart.

"Don't you think that this statement, and even all of this, is contrary to your worldview?"

"Don't you see the absurdity of this?"

She stroked his face with her hand and said word by word with pity and cruelty: "He who deceives himself is trapped in his own web... You are so smart that you can see through it."

The man held her cold hand stiffly, afraid that she would leave, as if he wanted to merge her with himself. His eyelashes trembled slightly, and the frequency of his eyes blinking was enough to show his panic and anxiety.

He shook his head and said in a trembling voice: "What are you talking about? I don't understand it. Xiao Jian, don't say such strange things suddenly, okay?"

"You still don't want to face it."

She sighed, "Ten years. I've kept you here long enough... It's time for you to return to reality."

"Let me help you one last time, my love."

When Tong Ruixiao heard the word "reality", his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Cold sweat broke out on his palms and his brows were furrowed. “What reality? Are you talking nonsense?”

The woman did not answer, but asked:

"Do you still remember Jian Yao? Do you know where he is now?"

He froze.

"He was only in prison for one year and seven months, but we never saw him again for ten years."

As soon as she said this, Tong Ruixiao's teeth couldn't help but tremble up and down, and she pursed her lips tightly to avoid revealing her abnormality.

"Everyone assumed that this person no longer existed. No one in the news media mentioned him, and you didn't mention the name anymore."

"It's like he disappeared into a black hole..." The woman paused, her tone dark and deep, "Or maybe he disappeared into your memory."

"Because you did the electroshock in real life and forgot about him."

"You hate him - you want to tear out his tendons, peel off his skin, drink his blood and eat his flesh! He has brought you endless pain."

She pierced through all the cover with one sharp move, his pupils suddenly shrank, and his face turned pale in an instant.

"Electric shock..."

"No! It's not..."

She pressed on: "Nowadays, mobile phones have all the functions, you can search for his name. If all this really exists, how can there be no such person? He is the head of the Jian family and the heir!"

Tong Ruixiao looked at her with red eyes and took out her cell phone tremblingly.

I wanted to verify, but I couldn't unlock it with my fingerprint.

After finally opening it, I saw that the family photo on the phone desktop had turned into a bunch of blank medical certificates.

——Severe depression, delusion, gastric lavage, sutures, abnormalities of acetylcholine, 5-hydroxytryptophan, and norepinephrine…

The words twisted one by one, like a dark whirlpool, spinning non-stop.

He was like a person seeing Chinese characters for the first time. He tried hard to look at them, but couldn't understand the meaning of the words at all.

"What's this……"

My hands were shaking so much that I couldn't hold the phone. It fell to the ground with a thud and the screen shattered.