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

He felt like a joke and laughed out loud.

Laughing and crying.

This was too ugly to look at. He covered his eyes which were constantly overflowing with tears, not wanting to show his miserable appearance, even in the pitch-black room.

Anger burns to the lowest point, and there is endless sadness like an abyss.

When he could hardly hold on and was about to faint.

I could vaguely feel the dazzling light.

His body froze, and he slowly moved his hands away from his eyes. His red and swollen eyes were so painful that he couldn't open them. It took him a long time to recover from the white light.

It was blurry and I could only see a person standing not far away.

His heart began to beat rapidly.

Who?

Who is this!

She came towards him, getting closer and closer...

His heart beat faster and faster, almost jumping out of his chest.

The man stood in front of her, with the light behind him, so her face could not be seen clearly.

He almost flinched, wanting to retreat but hesitating, wanting to avoid but also wanting to crawl towards the light source.

I used all my strength, but could only utter a few hoarse words, like window paper torn by the wind, piercing my ears but almost inaudible, "Who are you..."

The other person squatted down, no longer at a high and unattainable height, but looking at him at eye level, "You know me."

The voice was as clear and cool as spring water, yet with a hint of gentleness.

His lips trembled, and he wanted to say something, but couldn't.

The other party stretched out his hand and reached into the cage, "Tong Huaimu, do you want to come with me? Get out of this cage that imprisoned you."

He looked at his fingertips in front of him, his heart beating wildly, almost like a drum.

But he hesitated.

The cage was dark and he lost his freedom, but this was an environment he feared but also adapted to because he had always been locked in it. He was not sure if he would be safe after he walked out of the cage, and he might end up in a worse situation than now, with nothing left but his body.

He is afraid.

"Xiao Mu, come out, I will hold your hand tightly and won't let you get lost."

The other person's voice was so gentle that he felt dazed. He looked up at her and murmured to himself, "Can I trust you?"

"Of course, I won't hurt you," she said. "You see, I don't have any weapons with me."

The other person stretched out his hand further, trying to hold his hand that was supporting the ground, and brush off the dust on his fingers.

But he slapped her away and yelled almost in response: "I don't believe you!"

"Everyone dislikes me and treats me like a fool!"

"You don't like me getting close to you, so I'll stay away from you." The other party took his hand back.

He watched the light moving away inch by inch, and suddenly a lake of sadness blew up in his heart, and his nose became sore.

Tears fell "plop" "plop".

The hedgehog wants to keep warm, but it always has a thick, spiky shell.

"Why are you crying? Xiao Mu, you want to go with me, right?"

The other party sighed and held out his hand again, "Don't reject me. You obviously want to get out of here."

Tears hung on his eyelashes as he looked at the hand that reached out again. His own hand was also itching to move, but he tried his best to restrain himself and did not respond to her.

"Come with me, it won't be any worse than it is now."

Her confident voice was like a calming charm, steadying his breathing little by little.

"Don't you want to see the world outside the cage? The white clouds are drifting in the blue sky, the breeze is blowing gently; clusters of flowers are blooming around you, and the fragrance is lingering..."

The boy listened to her words, with longing in his eyes.

He couldn't help but curl his fingers, trying his best to suppress the fantasies in his heart.

She tentatively held out her hand again, "Come, follow me out, you'll be delighted with what you see."

He didn't hide anymore, and watched her hand hold the back of his hand, her eyes trembling.

The other party said: "I will treat you like my own child."

"From now on, you will treat me as your mother."

He suddenly collapsed and felt like bursting into tears.

At that moment, a burst of aurora pierced over, and Tong Huaimu subconsciously used his other hand to cover his eyes.

"Xiao Mu, open your eyes."

Her warm voice rang in his ears, and he carefully lowered his hand.

When I opened my eyes, I found that the cage had disappeared and the darkness had disappeared!

The surroundings turned into large expanses of grass, and he stood on the grass, as if he was standing in the center of the world.

There was a breeze blowing on his cheek. He looked up and saw the white clouds in the sky being blown slowly towards somewhere. Waves of sweet fragrance entered his nose, making his eyes light up in surprise.

He suddenly realized that he had missed something, turned around and looked around, but the person was not there.

A little panicked, he looked around and couldn't help but shouting her name, "Jian Yan, where have you been? Jian Yan!"

"Xiao Mu, come here!"

He turned around suddenly and saw her standing in the distance, wearing a blue dress and waving at him with a smile.

There was a puppy jumping happily at her feet, and when the wind blew, its soft fur fluffed up like a ball.

Behind her, a large osmanthus tree swayed in the wind. As the sunlight shone through it, its branches and leaves were coated with a layer of gold, glittering like a dream.

In a trance, he didn't know why he ran towards her so eagerly. He only knew that the wind blew his clothes up, and he didn't feel tired.

He stopped in front of her, panting, his eyes moistened with tears because he had not missed it.

The other person reached out and gently stroked the top of his head.

"Xiao Mu, you're here."

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

Her eyes were so inclusive, like water, and she looked at him with a smile, as if she could contain all the love in the world.

Happiness surrounded him.

……

The moonlight from the window fell softly, illuminating the face of the young man who was sleeping soundly on the bed. His eyes were closed and the corners of his mouth were curved, as if he was in a sweet and happy dream.

A tear slid down the corner of her eye.

Soak the pillow.

The dreamer can tell whether he is in a dream or reality. The more beautiful the dream, the more painful the real past will be.

……

The next morning.

Jian Yan asked the boy next to him, "What hairstyle do you want?"

"casual."

"You can't just do it casually. At least you have to let the stylist know what you want. Otherwise, how can they cut your hair for you?"

She looked at the fame pictures in the profiles of the top three hairdressers in Qingcheng. They were not as good as she had imagined. They were just so-so.

I couldn't help but frown and wonder, are all the hairdressers in this world so bad?

Scrolling down, the fourth hairdresser is a woman, and her fame picture looks more pleasing to the eye than the first three.

She contacted the hairdresser.

Tong Huaimu curled his lips, "Is it necessary to drive two hours to Qingcheng just for a haircut and a few scissors?"

Open the car refrigerator and take out the soda to drink.

He couldn't understand what all the trouble was.

Jian Yan looked through the pictures on her phone and said calmly, "Famous hairdressers need to make appointments a week in advance for door-to-door services. We just decided on something on a whim, so it would be better if we just went there directly."