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

It felt like an axe was driving into his brain, causing severe pain. He held onto the glass counter with difficulty, his face turning pale.

He had forgotten all about his past, and whenever he had the slightest inkling of wanting to remember it, he would get a splitting headache and be forced to interrupt his memory.

why?

Why on earth?

He left Xuexiang's number, and after saying goodbye to her, he got in the car and said to the driver, "Go to Building 010 in the wealthy area of ​​Qiushan Road."

"Okay, Mr. Tong."

The drivers were all new and had no idea what had happened. They didn't know what the address represented and were just doing their job.

Tong Ruixiao got out of the car holding an umbrella and looked at the villa from afar. It was an elegant three-story villa that looked like a castle, but unfortunately it was a bit dilapidated and had a dead air. The roses on the iron gate had withered and no one had trimmed them.

Push open the wrought iron gate and walk inside to a long gravel road.

He walked around the swimming pool and came to the front entrance.

"Boom boom boom——"

I knocked, but no one answered.

I reached out and pushed, but found it was locked and couldn't be opened.

He took a step back and went to the back garden of the villa, where he saw three big locust trees and a row of chairs under the trees.

The road was lined with flowers, which had withered in the winter. The fish pond in the middle was also covered with moss and had no fish.

For no apparent reason, he felt an indescribable sadness.

My hand brushed across the trunk of the locust tree, the edge of the marble fish pond, and came to the row of chairs.

It was raining and all the chairs were wet. He was always afraid of the cold, but for some reason he put away his umbrella and sat on them.

My body seemed to cross its legs subconsciously and rest its left arm on the top edge of the chair, feeling very relaxed.

He suddenly realized that this movement was half-sideways, which made it very convenient to see what the person on the left was doing.

Opposite to your movements, there should be someone sitting on your left...

The thought frightened him.

Because it is consistent with what Xuexiang said, "Madam is painting on the bench, and you are just watching from the side."

All of this is true...

"No! I don't believe it... How is it possible?"

Tong Ruixiao almost jumped up from his chair, filled with fear and disbelief.

The rain was getting heavier, soaking his hair and suit coat. The rain flowed down his cheeks and into his neck, freezing cold, but he seemed to have lost his soul and was completely unaware.

After returning to the mansion, he developed a high fever that night.

The nightmare haunted him and he couldn't break free.

Tong Ruixiao fell into a pitch-black environment, without any light, and he shouted loudly.

"anyone there?"

"Where is this, is anyone there?"

No one answered.

He was a little tired of shouting.

Suddenly, a very bright light appeared in front of my eyes.

He raised his hand to cover his eyes, and when he recovered, he saw a blurry picture:

There are vast expanses of green grass, a breeze blowing across your cheeks, the white clouds in the sky slowly moving in one direction due to the wind, and bursts of sweet fragrance wafting into your nose.

There was a tall woman standing far away, wearing a navy blue dress and waving at him. He couldn't see her face clearly, but he could feel that she was smiling.

Her long hair was slightly blown by the wind. A giant dog was jumping happily at her feet. The wind blew its soft fur up like gray cotton.

When he got tired of dancing, he would return to her side, looking majestic and like the most dedicated guardian.

The locust tree behind her swayed in the wind, the sunlight shining through, and its branches and leaves were coated with a layer of gold, shining like a dream.

He heard a voice say:

"Mr. Tong, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

He walked forward as if possessed by a ghost, his steps becoming faster and faster, getting closer and closer to her.

When he was only a few steps away from seeing her clearly, he couldn't wait to run.

But in the next moment, everything in front of him was shattered.

The space suddenly collapsed.

"do not want!"

His head ached, and when he opened his eyes again, everything around him was bloody, like a sea of ​​blood.

His hands were sticky, he looked down and found that they were all bloody. His heart was tightly grasped by a hand, and it was difficult to breathe.

Looking around again, the sea of ​​blood gradually faded away and he was on a road. The sound of car horns rang in his ears, sharp and piercing.

There seemed to be some guidance from somewhere, leading him to look in a certain direction, where a child was lying and there was a pool of blood on the ground.

The sudden pain made him fall to the ground. He supported himself with his hands and saw that the white sweater he was wearing was covered in blood, and his trouser legs and knees were a horrible bright red color.

Screams came out from the crowd and passed through my left ear and my right ear.

"what!"

"A kid got hit by a car!"

He heard the sound of his own collapse:

"Xiao Mu...Xiao Mu, wake up!"

"Why hasn't the ambulance arrived yet? Someone please save my child..."

The next moment, the scene in front of him changed to that in front of the operating room.

"Sir, we have done our best. Let's prepare for the funeral."

Each icy word made him tremble and unable to breathe.

The extreme pain made him groan in agony.

The blurry, hazy image, as if wrapped in a cover, kept jumping around, and he was like a running machine that was forced to shut down, unable to control himself.

He forced himself to resist desperately and tear open the cover.

After exhausting all my strength, I finally——

Everything rushed into his mind.

He killed Blank.

Take back the body.

Tong Ruixiao was in a coma for two days and woke up in the hospital.

He opened his eyes with trembling eyelashes and looked at the familiar ceiling. His head seemed to be dug out, and he felt neither sad nor happy, and his expression was blank and numb.

Only one teardrop slid down silently, passing over the teardrop mole at the end of the eye and quickly disappearing into the temple.

I can't lift my heavy left hand, but I can feel the deep and shallow scars on it.

It turned out that he cut them all himself.

When the nurse saw him wake up, she called the doctor over.

A group of people gathered around his bed, shining lights into his eyes, checking his health, asking him how he felt, speaking one sentence at a time.

He only saw their mouths moving but couldn't hear what they said.

Among this group of people, he saw a familiar face - Li Li.

I wanted to say something but I couldn't even speak and I closed my eyes tiredly.

Li Li felt extremely sad after seeing this look, and clenched the frameless glasses in his hand.

Tong Ruixiao seldom wore glasses since he became ill, and he had no intention of seeing things. He started wearing glasses again after the successful surgery and his life got back on track.

Now it seems...it's no longer useful.

Li Li thought back to the days after Jian Yan's accident.

It was snowing heavily, and everyone in the funeral hall was shrouded in grief. The snow-white wreaths and the pale faces reflected each other clearly like mirrors.

From sending Jian Yan to the operating room, to burying her after her death, carrying the coffin, and then to cremation... everything was arranged by Tong Ruixiao alone.

The day of the funeral.

Tong Ruixiao held her ashes, like a walking corpse, and led her step by step to the place where her soul should rest.

The snow melted on his face, glittering like tears. His eyes, which had been drained of tears, were red and bloodshot.