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

Xuexiang couldn't hold back her tears any longer as she listened to his gentle and humble tone as before.

Tong Ruixiao felt confused.

What happened to make a girl who knew me cry like this?

She took out a tissue to wipe away her tears and said with red eyes: "I am a servant in your villa. I started working here after graduating from college. I used to be responsible for your daily life."

"Ever since my wife...she passed away and you dismissed the servants in the villa, I have been running this dessert shop that she built."

"Mrs?"

Tong Ruixiao was puzzled. He shook his head and said with a smile: "My son, my last name is Tong, but you may have remembered it wrongly. I don't have a wife."

Xuexiang was so sad to see that he didn't remember anything and choked up with sobs: "How could I remember it wrong? Your wife is the best person in the world. Her name is Jian Yan. She was the eldest daughter of the Jian family..."

Hearing those two words, the man was stunned.

He repeated: "Jane...hate..."

These two words I heard from the doctor turned out to be the person’s name!

Jian Yan, is she his wife?

How come no one has ever told him...

He tried to remember it in his mind, but he couldn't remember it. He said to the girl in front of him in a deep voice: "Write her name to me, I want to see what two characters it is."

Xuexiang quickly tore off a piece of order paper and wrote down the two words "Jian Yan".

He looked at the two words, the black strokes on the white paper looked like sharp sword marks. After looking at them for a long time, he even felt that he didn't recognize the words.

I raised my head, and my eyes accidentally fell on the wind chime outside the door again. My heart suddenly felt like it was hit hard, and a dull pain spread.

Jane hates...

Wind chimes...

Familiar wind chimes.

The hairs on his body stood up, and he asked Xuexiang in a daze: "This shop is hers, is the wind chime outside the door also related to her?"

Xuexiang nodded with tears in her eyes.

"That wind chime was made by you and your wife together! She taught you how to paint your dog Dumpling on the wind chime and then bake it into porcelain."

"You said, 'Little Jane, when we are old, how about you teach me to paint?' My wife replied, 'It's a little early to think about old age in middle age.' You laughed..."

Her voice was filled with tears: "Don't you remember any of this?"

Tong Ruixiao was stunned, and a discontinuous voice emerged in his mind:

"Xiao Jian...when we get old, you can be my teacher and teach me how to draw, how about that?"

"Mr. Tong, you are only middle-aged and you are already thinking about old age. Isn't it too early?"

“It would be great if you could plan your retirement life early, enjoy the happiness now, and look forward to a future where you can grow old together!”

"You've forgotten all the good things you can think of. Whether you can live to old age is still a question!... You see, you're unhappy again. A person's life span is determined by fate!"

"I am a materialist and don't believe in God. There are so many white-haired old women and old men in the world, and we will be one of them in the future..."

These conversations were familiar yet vague, and they passed through his mind one by one like messages on a clipboard.

Causes severe pain in the head.

Tong Ruixiao leaned against the counter in so much pain to avoid falling. He pressed his temples hard and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Seeing this, Xuexiang immediately reached for the phone and said, "Sir! Are you okay? Do you want me to take you to the hospital?"

"Do not……"

The man reached out his hand to stop her, then pressed his temple and shook his head palely, "I'm fine, I just have a headache."

When the sounds disappeared from his ears, the stinging pain instantly eased. He breathed a sigh of relief, almost fainting.

I said to her weakly, "I don't remember anything. Maybe I'd better bother you to tell me what happened."

"it is good."

Xuexiang nodded, her lips trembling.

She brought him a chair and she sat opposite him.

"I went to your villa three years ago. At that time, you and your wife had been married for seven years and were very loving. You had a child named Tong Huaimu and a dog named Tuanzi."

He chewed on the unfamiliar name in his mind: Tong Huaimu.

Tong Huaimu.

Can't remember.

"I heard that your wife co-founded Ruiguang Logistics with you, and later she was in charge of the travel sector, which she has always attached great importance to."

"Traveling?"

Tong Ruixiao looked up at her, and the feeling in his heart that was about to burst out made him feel inexplicably frightened.

He has no memory, but when he first saw the travel project, he felt an inexplicable excitement in his heart, but he couldn't explain it. Was it because this was the project that his wife valued?

"The housekeeper said that you and your wife also built the villa together. She also built a small garden in the back, which is full of flowers and has three valuable locust trees. She often sits on the bench and draws, and you watch her from the side..."

He shook his head: "There is no locust tree in my mansion."

Almost the next moment, he asked again: "Is the villa you mentioned located in the development zone villa complex?"

"No, it's in Building 010 in the wealthy area of ​​Qiushan Road. You bought all the land around that area, so it's very quiet."

"Akiyama Road?"

He frowned. The villa he lived in now was in the development zone, and no one had ever told him that he also had a property on Qiushan Road.

But the other person's expression was genuine, and everything he said was extremely detailed, so it didn't sound fake.

"You just said Jian Yan passed away? What happened?"

When Xuexiang heard the word "death", she couldn't help crying. She held back her tears and told what happened last year with sobs in pain.

He talked and paused, and finally finished the story.

"You mean in the past year, my parents died of poisoning, my child was in a car accident, and my wife was shot to death?"

Tong Ruixiao stood up suddenly, his face looked very unpleasant, he felt it was unbelievable, his voice was slightly deep:

"You are a young girl, how can you say such vicious words?"

"Not a single good thing in your words. I want to hear what happened in the past, not your curses."

“No…” The girl covered her face with her hands. Her voice was intermittent due to crying and it was difficult to form a tune. “If it was really what I said… it would be fine.”

"It all happened, but you forgot. You were too sad when the two elders and the child got into trouble, and your wife took care of the funeral all by herself."

"But when Madam was buried...you were the one who personally carried the coffin to the funeral!"

Her tears couldn't stop flowing, soaking a tissue.

"I will never forget the end of December last year. It snowed the most in the past ten years. The snow was flying all over the sky like goose feathers... At the funeral, you vomited blood and fainted in front of her tombstone."

"After that, you dismissed all the servants in the villa, and I left too."

Tong Ruixiao's body shook, and a blurry picture suddenly popped up in his mind:

Snow was falling all over the sky, and a group of people dressed in black and holding umbrellas were moving in the snow, as small as mayflies, revealing infinite sadness. The world was shrouded in black and white, and everything was distorted and transformed into a part of an old TV.