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

Seeing him so sad that he was about to collapse, Li Li was afraid that he couldn't hold the urn, so he said several times: "Let me do it."

But the other party always shakes his head.

His trembling hands held the heavy urn tightly, not letting go for a moment, as if his body had become one with it.

He suppressed his sadness and appeared calm, like a tree that was about to fall after being ravaged by the wind and snow, but was holding on with all his strength.

Until it is placed in the grave and the tombstone is erected.

The mourners dispersed.

The heavy snow covered the sky and the earth.

Tong Ruixiao stood in front of the tombstone, stroking the smiling woman on the tombstone with his fingers, his eyes full of sadness and affection behind the thin lenses.

On the large blank monument, apart from the portrait, there were only two words he had personally carved below the portrait - Jian Yan.

It's not so-and-so's child or so-and-so's wife, but herself, Jane Yan.

"Xiao Jian, I'm sorry. You came here alone, but I let you leave alone." He said softly.

The chilly wind blew the flying snow, which fell on his hair, as if his hair had turned white overnight; it fell on his drooping eyelashes, merging with the crystal tears on his eyelashes; it fell all over his shoulders, swallowing him up.

Li Li wanted to hold an umbrella for him, but the man refused: "Go ahead, let me stay with her. She will be lonely in such heavy snow."

There was nothing to do but turn around and leave.

He retreated to the car outside the cemetery and waited for Tong Ruixiao. When the other party came out, he would drive him back.

In his experience over the past decade, no matter what kind of problem arises, Mr. Tong can always solve it in a stable manner.

So, at this time he didn't realize what was going to happen.

Facing Jian Yan's tombstone alone, Tong Ruixiao could no longer pretend to be calm. The tears in his eyes were like a river, surging with calm and restrained sadness.

From falling drop by drop, to flowing line by line.

"How lonely you must be walking alone on the road to the underworld..."

"Xiao Jian...Xiao Jian, I will come to see you after I see that bastard Jian Yao being executed, okay?"

The lenses were blurred by tears, so he could not see the portrait on the tombstone clearly.

I hurriedly took it off and put it in my pocket, trying to engrave her image into my mind. It seemed that if I didn't let the portrait out of my sight for even a moment, I could meet her.

"Wait for me, wait for me to accompany you to where you want to go. And mom and dad, Xiao Mu, let's reunite with them."

"We'll be together then... Don't leave me alone..."

He was heartbroken, and his tears of sorrow caused waves of pain in his heart.

His eyes were red, and his trembling legs finally gave way, and he fell to his knees in front of the monument with a plop. He pressed his hand on his aching heart and curled up into a ball.

In a trance, I saw her standing in front of me.

The woman looked at him in confusion: "Mr. Tong, what are you doing? The ground is so cold, get up quickly."

His body stiffened.

He suddenly looked up at her in disbelief, and found that it was indeed her. He was immediately surprised and aggrieved, and his expression was like a child. He cried with joy: "I knew you couldn't bear to leave me alone..."

The grief had ravaged his spirit, and the long period of not eating had sapped his strength, making it difficult for him to move, even to reach out and touch her.

But he wanted to catch her!

He was like a survivor who was almost suffocating in an icy lake, desperately trying to hold on to life, and would not give up even if it would mean dying faster.

He used all his strength to touch the corner of her long windbreaker.

But suddenly he missed.

His lips trembled, he climbed up in disbelief, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Xiao Jian! Where have you been?"

Supporting his shaky body, he staggered around in front of the tombstone and looked around: "Jian Yan, I know you are here, please don't joke around, okay? This kind of joke... I can't stand it."

"Please come out, please come out..."

A stone at his feet tripped him and the man lost his balance.

He was thrown to the ground violently.

The feeling of weightlessness and the pain of falling brought him back to reality.

Tong Ruixiao stared blankly at the sight in front of him, his body shaking violently, as if he had been stabbed by a knife, his entire body shivering.

Awakening from a big dream.

Cold sweat slid down his forehead.

The extreme grief made his internal organs feel uncomfortable, and his long-standing stomach problems flared up, causing his stomach to ache in a familiar spasming manner. His face was completely pale.

Leaning against her tombstone, tears streaming down her face.

"What am I doing..."

She was filled with grief and a sweet and fishy taste rose up in her throat, and she couldn't help but cough twice. She cried and laughed at the same time, like a madman.

“What am I doing!…Hahahaha, what am I doing!”

Tong Ruixiao has always been gentle and refined, paying attention to his image, and he never laughs so unseemly.

But now he was lying on the ground, laughing miserably and gasping for breath, like a madman whose soul had been taken away.

Touching the cold stone tablet, he asked with a smile:

"How can you possibly answer me? Xiao Jian, how can you possibly answer me..."

The huge cemetery was silent, heavy snow was flying in the wind, and he was the only one laughing crazily.

Sorrow turns into laughter, joy and sorrow coexist.

In the end, who is more happy or who is more sad?

The white snow spreads on the ground like sugar, but it has no sweetness. It falls and melts, then melts and falls again. It is endless.

The cold wind wrapped up his laughter and crying, trapped them like a cocoon, and shredded them into pieces. Not a bit of it was carried out, not a bit of it reached the ears of the deceased.

They seemed to understand his intentions and wanted to keep him in their own place.

My stomach twitched and an indescribable fishy-sweet taste rose in my throat.

The Adam's apple rolled up and down and trembled due to swallowing.

The feeling was getting stronger and stronger.

Tong Ruixiao realized that she was about to vomit. She was afraid of dirtying her grave, so she put her hands on the snowy ground and tried her best to stand up, but her trembling legs made it difficult for her to stand.

The aching stomach churned violently.

He held his stomach, trying to hold back the urge to vomit, and tried to walk farther away. But after only two steps, he couldn't help but vomit. The fishy smell spread straight from his mouth.

A pool of dark red blood fell on the white snow, like a blooming red plum.

Miserable and absolutely miserable.

He was dizzy and swaying, and could only vaguely see that it was a dark color, but he couldn't make out what it was.

In the last moment before I fainted, I thought naively like a child: What food did I eat that caused me to vomit out the dark substance?

He couldn't remember that he hadn't eaten or drunk anything for three days.

"Oh!"

The man's body fell heavily to the ground, his face pale and he lost consciousness.

It was very windy and snowy.

Soon, his solemn black suit coat was covered with white snow, and his eyelashes and eyebrows turned a holy white.

Lying quietly in the snow, with an almost inaudible pulse beneath his pale skin.

Like a devout believer.

Li Li waited in the car for a long time but Tong Ruixiao didn't come out. Feeling a little uneasy, he went into the cemetery to look for him.

Looking from a distance, I didn't see anyone standing in front of the tomb.