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

Jian Yan placed a flower stand in front of the bench and installed an oil painting frame. The entire canvas was not shrouded in shadows, and the evening light was just bright and clear.

Start debugging colors.

The sky is orange-red, but it is partially covered by branches and leaves. The branches and leaves are green, but they appear dark in shadow. The original inherent color of things appears in another color under the illumination of light. The round and dull sun is cruising downwards, but has not yet been pulled down by the ground.

She painted the canvas in red and added the orange of the sun's outline. The small pond in front of her was blue-gray, with large blocks of color arranged on top and then dug out, stagnating on the color wheel.

Xuexiang, who was walking her dog regularly, took off the dog leash, sat beside her, and watched her paint quietly.

After a while, she asked, "Madam's paintings are so beautiful, but why are they all so flat and without light?"

She shook her head gently and was about to speak.

"First apply the base color, then the glaze. Add layer by layer."

A familiar voice sounded beside her. She was startled for a moment and looked up. She saw the man who was supposed to be sitting on the sofa reading the financial newspaper appeared behind Xuexiang, standing and looking at her painting carefully.

He frowned.

What was Tong Ruixiao doing here? She remembered clearly that he had said that they would not interfere with each other's lives.

But I heard him ask himself, "Is that right?"

Jian Yan came back to his senses, curled the corners of his mouth, and smiled half-seriously, "That's right, Mr. Tong knows how to paint?"

"When I was a kid, I saw my mother painting Chinese paintings, but that was just seeing them. I have some theories but not much, and I have practiced them, but..."

Jane asked with a disgusted smile: "What?"

"It's a mess."

“That’s really too modest.”

He shook his head and laughed, "It's true."

This is not modesty, he is really not good at art. It is commonly known as: a giant in theory, a dwarf in action.

She looked at the little fat dog that Xuexiang had let out and was running around happily, and couldn't help laughing.

After laughing, she looked at the canvas again and the last person who asked her to paint suddenly flashed through her mind.

"Someone once asked me, 'Why don't you just apply the varnish directly? Is it because your skills are not up to par?' I just smiled and nodded, and didn't tell him the truth."

Tong Ruixiao walked to the circular pond, looked at the little goldfish swimming around inside, took out some fish food from the transparent box beside it and sprinkled it in. "How rude, your friend?"

Her expression was obviously stunned. "Not really a friend. I think he's mostly joking."

"Because later he also learned to paint, and he paints better than me."

He is a genius, an absolute hexagonal warrior in every aspect, and learns everything quickly.

"Song Ying?"

Jian Yan refused to answer whether it was this person or not, and instead threw the question to Tong Ruixiao, "Hmm? Mr. Tong, have you heard of him?"

She knew that it was normal for both parties in a marriage to secretly expose each other's secrets, but she couldn't understand how he dared to bring what happened in the dark to the surface.

No matter how famous Song Ying is, he is just an online painter. How could someone like Tong Ruixiao pay attention to him?

"I've heard a little bit about it," Tong Ruixiao wanted to delve deeper into some things, so he had to break the superficial harmony and said meaningfully, "Song Wu and I have business dealings, and I've met his son once. I heard that you went abroad with him?"

"Yes, we studied for a doctorate in the same school. Although our majors were different, at least we graduated successfully," she said with a smile.

God knows her head was about to explode when she went back to read the academic paper published by the original owner. Every word was a word, but she couldn't understand it at all when they were put together.

As for the rest, she couldn't answer, for fear of letting something slip if she said anything more.

After all, I don't have the academic qualifications and ability.

Although Tong Ruixiao may not understand the professional knowledge, it is better for her to be cautious.

In fact, what Tong Ruixiao was thinking was that it was normal to make money by relying on the family. In a wealthy family, the academic qualifications of the heirs were not important. What mattered was what could bring status, power and money.

"Did you learn painting from Song Ying?"

The tone was gentle, with a hint of inquiry.

Jian Yan replied calmly, "Mr. Tong, do you think my painting style is similar to his?"

He shook his head apologetically, "I haven't seen his paintings."

She laughed. How dare you say that even though you haven't seen it? This person is really confident.

Xuexiang was playing with the puppy nearby, unaware of the tit-for-tat confrontation between the two, and even added, "I've seen Mr. Song's paintings, they're really beautiful! But they're not quite the same as what your wife draws."

Tong Ruixiao looked at Jian Yan, "I thought he taught you."

There is something behind this sentence with a smile.

Xuexiang frowned. She seemed to smell a hint of jealousy?

I must have heard it wrong...

The way the husband and wife get along is really strange.

"He has mentored me, but I'm not his disciple."

Jian Yan thought about it and realized that this would not pose any threat to her. "My teacher is very powerful, but she doesn't recognize me as her student. She also told me not to say that I was taught by her when I go out."

As for why...

She was in love and gave up learning painting for Si Yanchen, which made her teacher angry.

After saying that, he added a joke, "Maybe it's because I'm stupid, and telling others would embarrass her."

Tong Ruixiao couldn't tell any joy or sadness from her expression, it seemed like she was talking about someone else.

Just like this afternoon, he was bored in the company and turned on the computer monitor to see what had happened in the villa in the past few days.

I took a casual glance and saw her treating Tong Huaimu's wound.

Then, no one knew what the two were talking about. Tong Huaimu burst into tears and she tried to comfort him.

Tong Huaimu is not yet an adult, so crying is normal, but what is the meaning of her action of raising her hand to wipe her cheek?

Did you cry too?

Empathize with a high school student?

Jian Yan did too many things that he couldn't understand.

It doesn't fit her personality and background, and even less so her origin.

He had never thought that Tong Huaimu would accept this stepmother so quickly, nor could he imagine that the unruly boy could cry, and cry in front of someone who was not even a relative.

She was closer to Jian Yan than to him as her father...

Not ridiculous?

But such an insecure person could cause strange feelings in his heart in some subtle ways.

What will be the consequences if he does it even though he knows it is not allowed?

After feeding the fish, Tong Ruixiao walked over and sat down beside her.

Xuexiang was sharp-eyed, and when she felt that there was something ambiguous between the two, she quickly left with the dog to give them some space.

Tong Ruixiao sat closer to her than usual, tentatively, but the woman did not stop writing because of his approach, nor did she show any rejection. He breathed a sigh of relief.

With his legs crossed and his hands on his knees, he watched her paint quietly.

In fact, it was not that she could accept him, but she was used to putting most of her energy into doing one thing, almost blocking out other sensory organs and focusing only on the colors and the scenery in front of her.

But there are subjective differences in the perception of a thing.

Just because she didn't quietly distance herself from him like she did before, Tong Ruixiao is in a good mood now.