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

Jian Yan felt that he was like a puppy, so pitiful.

"Xiao Mu, when we discover something or a quality that is better than our own, our first thought should not be to envy or hate its brightness. Ancient Chinese literature says 'When you see a virtuous person, you should think about how to emulate him'. We should always think about how to emulate those who are better."

"You and Zhao Qiang complement each other in personality. Become friends with him and observe where he is better than you. Study carefully and you will definitely become better step by step."

"But if you just keep running away, how can you grow?"

"To put it another way, every personality has its own meaning. If you think his personality is more likable, then you should communicate with him more and find the points in his personality that you like."

Tong Huaimu's repulsive expression eased and he stopped talking, as if he was thinking about what Jian Yan said.

After a long pause, he whispered, "You're right, but it's hard to do..."

"Then learn to do it. No one is born knowing how to walk. You have to fall twice and get up before you can stand firmly."

She said in a very soft voice, "I have a rival. She is innocent and pure, like a blank sheet of paper, and is liked by someone I care about. I am very jealous of her, so in order to get others to like me, I repeatedly target her."

The boy couldn't believe that she, who seemed so gentle and peaceful, could be as jealous of others as he was. It turned out that she had this feeling too, and it wasn't just because of his bad character.

“But later I realized that even if I made sure that competitor could never be better than me, I would not gain the favor of the people I cared about.”

"Even if I win temporarily by trickery in the competition, I can't obtain the attractive qualities in her."

"Later, I turned over a somersault and gradually understood. My initial focus was wrong. I shouldn't have focused on her, but should have worked hard to improve my personal abilities. Just like the saying goes, 'If you bloom, the breeze will come.' If there is a phoenix tree, why worry about the phoenix not coming?"

"But doesn't it feel weird to imitate someone? It's like having voyeurism."

He frowned, unable to imagine what it was like to learn what it was like to be a human being.

“This learning is not that learning.”

Jian Yan shook his head, "The kind of 'camera' style of learning you mentioned is completely copying, and it's easy to end up learning by imitating others."

"What I mean is that when you see the other person's strengths, your first thought should be to acknowledge their excellence rather than reject it, and to get closer to them in daily life, but you can't blindly copy them. You have to combine them with your own conditions."

Tong Huaimu understood the words just by listening to them, but putting them into practice was another matter.

It was already three o'clock in the afternoon when we returned to the villa.

"I came back early today and had something to discuss with you. I heard from the housekeeper that you took Xiao Mu to get a haircut."

When Tong Ruixiao saw Jian Yan coming back, he put down the newspaper in his hand, stood up and said with a smile.

"Xiao Mu's new hairstyle will definitely surprise you." When Jian Yan saw him, she was surprised for a moment, and then she started laughing.

Tong Huaimu's reaction was not so quick. As soon as he entered the door, he felt his whole body tense up.

But the expected cold voice did not fall, instead he nodded in praise, "It's much neater than before."

He raised his head and saw Tong Ruixiao's expression.

The other party didn't seem to think that it was wrong or inappropriate for him to dye his hair blue. He just looked at him as a whole and expressed his approval.

This was much better than he thought.

I loosened my clenched fists in my pockets, feeling relieved and letting out a quiet sigh of relief.

Jian Yan noticed the change in the boy, but smiled and said nothing.

The boy didn't stay downstairs for long and went back upstairs immediately. He instinctively rejected contact with Tong Ruixiao. Even if they were just in the same space and not close to each other, he would feel uncomfortable all over.

Jian Yan sat on the sofa, "What do you want to talk to me about, Mr. Tong?"

"I just made this. Try it."

She took the tea, lifted the porcelain lid and sniffed it. The aroma of tea filled her nostrils. She couldn't help but exclaim, "It smells good."

The tea soup is orange-yellow and translucent, like amber. Beautiful color.

It tastes sweet and smooth, the cold fragrance is long-lasting and the exhaled breath is also fragrant.

Then he asked, "Why do you suddenly drink green tea?"

She remembered that he often drank Jiuquhongmei, which was a black tea.

Besides, people with bad stomachs should avoid oolong tea. She didn't like green tea or oolong tea in the past.

"It was given to me by a newly hired executive of a subsidiary company, so I brought it back to try."

"If you have a bad stomach, black tea is more suitable."

Tong Ruixiao was slightly stunned. Hearing her meticulous care, he couldn't help but feel touched and couldn't help thinking of more possibilities.

He curled his lips, "Okay, I'll pay attention."

But he didn't know that she just said it casually and didn't deliberately remember it or take it to heart.

In the end, the listener is intentional, but the speaker is unintentional.

He paused, "I came to you to discuss whether you should go back to visit the elderly on both sides."

Jian Yan looked at him with a smile, neither saying yes nor no, and took a sip of tea, calmly asking, "What do you think?"

"After all, it's been more than two months, and you haven't returned to the capital. And my two elders wanted to have a meal together, but you had a fever during the previous family dinner, so we turned it down."

"Of course, if you don't want to go, you won't be forced."

His tone was very tactful, "Although it is a marriage alliance, it is still inevitable to visit each other more often."

Jian Yan knew that these superficial efforts still needed to be done, and there was nothing wrong with that.

She pressed her eyelashes and said in a much lighter tone, "If you want me to accompany you to visit your parents, I have no objection. But if you want to go back to the Jane family, it's not necessary."

She didn't want to come into contact with Jane's family too soon.

Jian Gang and Jian Yao are not good people. They have many schemes and she has not figured out how to deal with them yet.

Hearing her distant tone, Tong Ruixiao recalled the information he had found earlier and understood.

Then he said, "Okay, then I'll go visit the two elders next week. As for the Jian family, I'll go back with you whenever you're willing."

Jian Yan nodded.

After finishing drinking Buzhichun, she no longer wanted to stay with Tong Ruixiao.

I wandered around the villa alone and went to the small garden.

The winter in Jiangcheng is not very cold, the flowers wither very slowly, and the roses and roses are red and yellow in color, competing with each other for beauty.

Sitting on the bench under the osmanthus tree, watching the goldfish swimming in the small pond, the scenery is beautiful.

When she saw the beautiful scenery, she subconsciously wanted to paint it, so she went upstairs to get the drawing board she had bought not long ago, just wanting to capture the scene of the golden light of the setting sun.

Tong Ruixiao was sitting on the sofa. Out of the corner of his eye he saw her carrying the materials on the drawing board and her fingertips paused on the cover of the financial book.

He didn't find out that Jian Yan had any preference in painting.

Including animals and plants, she didn't show any signs of these when she was at Jane's house, instead she showed disgust...

When I came to Tong’s house, I liked it immediately. Why?

It's like a piece of gray paper is suddenly dyed with colorful colors.

There are mysteries everywhere.