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

Jian Yan shook his head: "It's not a good habit."

"As the old saying goes, once, twice, but not three times. You should at least give them three chances. If you skip the negotiation and just go for the fight, won't you get hurt every day?"

At this moment, the system's voice sounded in my mind, "Ding! The anchor has completed the task and obtained a [Resurrection Pill], which has been placed in the storage cloud space."

Then, the young man said nonchalantly, "It doesn't matter. I won't die anyway."

"If you can't kill me, then beat me to death. How normal."

He would get angry if someone scolded him, and the simplest and quickest way was to go up and punch the other person until he surrendered. If the other person shouted, he would shout too, and if the other person picked up a weapon, he would pick up a weapon too, simply fighting violence with violence.

Jian Yan frowned when he heard him say that, and her voice suddenly became low, "What do you mean you won't die anyway? You don't care about your own body at all?"

She found that the boy looked dull and gloomy on the outside, but he was actually violent underneath. Such a character is more likely to go to extremes.

"What's there to care about?"

The boy was forced to look her in the eye, but was stunned by her extremely angry gaze. He blurted out: "Anyway, no one will care whether I live or die..."

His voice became lower, as if he suddenly realized that he shouldn't have said that, so he deliberately held it in his throat and pressed it with the tip of his tongue.

She almost interrupted him, very eagerly, "Just for my sake, don't fight casually in the future, okay?"

Place the tweezers on the tray, making a crisp sound.

Tong Huaimu was suddenly awakened by the sound, and couldn't speak his usual words clearly, "...by..."

Why...

"As much as I care about you, I don't want my child to come back with injuries!" She felt that he was sad and pitiful, and she couldn't help but feel heartbroken. Her tone was more serious and angry than usual.

Tong Huaimu froze.

child……

His heart suddenly felt like it was clenched, beating rapidly, and a strange feeling suddenly surged in him, running rampant in his chest uncontrollably, making his eyes hot and his nose sore.

She said he was her child.

She actually said that he was her child...

Seeing his aggrieved expression, Jian Yan realized that she had spoken in a bad tone out of haste just now and she regretted it very much.

His tone softened, with such heartache and pity, "If you were beaten or seriously injured, I would be sad."

"Don't put yourself in a situation where you can get hurt, Xiaomu."

"You say no one cares, but I do. It scares me to think about the dangers you put yourself in every day."

"Just think of it as me and stop fighting, okay?"

"Stop talking!" Tong Huaimu frowned, tears welling up in his eyes. He couldn't hold back any longer and started crying.

Unlike the silent tears last time, this time he almost cried loudly, covering his face with his hands like a child.

"Why... do you have to say this? I don't want to hear it..."

She couldn't wipe away all the tears with her hands. She lowered her head, almost bending it 90 degrees to her knees. Her back shrugged because of the sobs. "I don't want to listen..."

Jane Yan wanted to comfort him but didn't know how. She had never raised a child like this before.

Gloomy, violent, and sensitive.

Patting his back gently, she pulled him into her arms and gave him a hug, "Okay, okay, I won't say anything more..."

Who would have thought that he would cry even harder.

The hedgehog-like child who usually puts his face first suddenly retracts all the thorns on his body, revealing his deepest inferiority and sensitivity, and cries loudly as if he is exposing his soft belly.

She felt indescribable feeling in her heart.

Isn’t the boy another her?

Those who have never received love from their parents will reject all kindness for fear of being ruined, even though they have already accepted it in their hearts.

Because of lack of love, the core is not strong enough.

No matter how much you disguise yourself, you cannot change your inner desire for love. After all, you are just outwardly powerful but inherently weak.

"Cry, you will feel better after crying."

She patted the boy's back gently, letting him fall on her knees because he couldn't breathe from crying, and gently stroked his hair, "I know, you don't like fighting either...right?"

The voice was so gentle, like the gurgling of water, but mixed with a hint of irrepressible sadness.

Her eyes were unfocused as she looked ahead, and two lines of tears flowed down her fair cheeks. The sadness on her face formed a melody, fluctuating and turbulent, playing a chorus with the broken heartstrings.

She raised her hand and wiped it away gently.

It was as if those tears had never appeared.

He soothed her softly, his hands moving as if he was stroking the fur of a small animal. "Don't fight. It will hurt if you get hurt."

I looked down at him, saw the bandage on his knee, and thought:

Why do you retaliate in this way when others don't care about you?

Even if you hurt yourself ten thousand times, others will not feel heartbroken!

The one who loves you will love you without you having to pay any pain...

She felt a little suffocated.

She recalled the feeling of holding the dagger and cutting her skin and flesh countless times in the past.

Suddenly I understood why Tong Huaimu always fought.

Maybe it was just a misunderstanding at first. He had a conflict with someone and accidentally got into a fight, got injured, and received a word of concern from others.

I found that this could make others love me more, so I did it the second and third time.

But when he got hurt frequently, people around him would not make a fuss and gradually stopped caring. At this time, he wanted to quit, but found that he had become addicted to fighting, because the initial care came from his self-destruction, and only in self-destruction could he find the feeling of being loved.

Maybe just a moment.

Later on, fighting became a habit, and when something happened, I would subconsciously resort to violence to solve it...

Fighting violence with violence will lead to an uncontrollable situation.

Jian Yan sighed in his heart.

She came to this different world, which was different from the world she grew up in, with the mission of saving his life, but found that he was too similar to herself.

How could she look at what happened to him from a superior and objective perspective without feeling a trace of pity?

She couldn't help but wonder - is it true that most people who lack love and cannot get love will eventually commit self-destruction?

Without a strong core, one is always searching for the balance between self and others.

I long for care, but when it comes, I don’t dare to accept it, because I always feel that the other person wants to harm me…

So they missed each other again and again, and the air around them became turbid due to the extreme mood.

Finally, self-destruction step by step.

How sad.

If Tong Huaimu accepts, she is willing to give the most love she can.

I just hope that this person who looks so much like me doesn’t die like me.

If I can't save myself...it would be good if I could save him.

She sighed softly, "You don't have to pretend in front of me, Xiao Mu. It's not shameful to cry when you're sad."

"I don't...don't cry..."

Tong Huaimu cried for a long time, and in the end he could only sob and couldn't say a complete sentence. He took the tissue she handed over and wiped his tears and snot randomly.