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

Let your eyes fall on the canvas, follow the movement of her brush tip, and look at the scene in front of you as she creates.

Everything has a different experience.

With each stroke, she made the picture more and more real.

As his eyes jumped between the painting and the scenery, he could feel that she had created a soul that was exactly the same as reality but completely different.

As she painted for longer and longer, he was immersed in it and forgot the passage of time. Because he looked at it countless times, he could not feel that the sunset was actually mostly submerged in the shadow of the building.

Jian Yan wrote the last stroke with a thick brush, took a tissue to wipe the brush tip, rinsed it a few times in the brush-cleaning jar filled with turpentine, wiped it again, and threw it into a box on the side.

I bent down to look for a fine brush and finally found it after a long time, only to find that he had been sitting next to me for who knows how long.

Not a word?

Painters often encounter this kind of situation, so she is not surprised. She looked up at him, but found that his eyes were still on the painting.

"very beautiful."

When he found that Jian Yan was looking at him, the man came back to his senses, just looked at her, and said this with a smile. Then he calmly looked away and cast his gaze on the roses not far away.

He blinked more frequently than usual, revealing his inner nervousness.

She replied "thank you" gracefully, then quickly changed pens and began to process the details of the picture.

But as I was painting, the look in his eyes that I saw when we just looked at each other kept flashing through my mind.

There was only admiration in his eyes.

The eyes are clear, without calculation, without a trace of falsehood.

It is an appreciation of the paintings and her abilities.

It was a compliment that came from the heart and made her feel happy. She rarely felt such sincerity from Tong Ruixiao.

It was completely different from the memory of Si Yanchen watching her paint, the kind of gaze and coaxing that a man gave to a woman as a plaything.

She could still clearly remember that whenever she painted, Si Yanchen would stand behind her and watch her.

That kind of gaze was sticky and slippery, carrying scrutiny and burning desire, burning from her back to her collarbone, then to her face and her hands...

Make her feel like she is a dish served on the table, with hungry people salivating greedily behind her.

Discomforting.

Similarly, when Tong Ruixiao commented that it was “very beautiful”, she immediately knew that he was talking about the work, and thus felt relaxed and happy.

Rather than doubting it in my heart. When he said beautiful, was he referring to the painting, or to my body?

Jian Yan became absent-minded when he thought about the past, and couldn't help thinking:

Could it be that people in this world are generally more respectful of others?

Or does it mean that a man will only reveal that disgusting look when facing a woman he is interested in?

Tong Ruixiao has no interest in her, so he can comment on the work objectively and fairly only from the perspective of the audience.

After all, in the world where she grew up, Si Yanchen always said, "I love you, so I do this for you."

At first, she stubbornly believed that Si Yanchen had loved her, so she didn't understand why loving someone would treat her as a plaything or an object for venting his lust.

It was not until before his death that he suddenly saw through the ugliness in his heart and realized...it turned out that he had only loved himself.

Even though she knew that Si Yanchen's control over her was not love, and even that all his actions that made her feel uncomfortable were not love but domestication.

She still doesn't understand, what is true love?

Everyone told her - you are too obsessed with Si Yanchen, this is obsession, not love, it will be better for both of you to let go as soon as possible.

What should cute look like?

She learned friendship and love between peers from her friends, and understood the love between relatives and the old and the young from her teachers and students...but she had never experienced love between the sexes, so she didn't understand it.

What should healthy love, benign love, benign love be like?

"What are you thinking about?"

The sudden sound, although very gentle, still startled her and brought her back to her wandering thoughts.

She stared at him for a few seconds, "What is love like?"

"You know this better than me," Tong Ruixiao winked and smiled, "I can't handle many things about Xiao Mu well, but you can see through them. Are you asking me this all of a sudden to make fun of me?"

"I'm not asking about family affection. I'm asking about love. You've been married once, so you should know, right?"

Even if he was indifferent to the death of his ex-wife who he married for pregnancy, it only means that he no longer loved her later. He must have loved her at the beginning.

Since you have loved, you should know something

But to her surprise, Tong Ruixiao was obviously stunned. The expression on Sven's face was blank for a moment, and the rest was thinking quickly.

He couldn't answer her question, and subconsciously placed his right thumb on the base of his left hand, pressing a little hard.

He just smiled palely and said, "There is no love in my marriage."

Jian Yan was stunned by his words.

The brain is spinning rapidly.

Realized that this question shouldn't be asked to him.

How can a person who even links marriage to interests know what love is?

The original owner had no choice due to the coercion of his family, but Tong Ruixiao had the right to choose, and he took the initiative to choose to accept the marriage.

Sacrificed one's marriage in exchange for equal or even premium benefits.

I almost forgot, he is a businessman.

Talking about love with a businessman is the most ridiculous and absurd thing in the world.

In order to prevent his words from being awkwardly suspended in mid-air, Jian Yan said self-deprecatingly, "What a coincidence, me too."

There was a chuckle at the end of the words, intended to ease the atmosphere.

But it was this smile that made the man's expression even paler.

The boundary that he had deliberately blurred became clear again at this moment, as if a natural chasm stood between the two of them, clearly and painfully.

She reminded him all the time that their marriage was arranged, that she had to marry him out of helplessness and had no feelings for him at all.

What a terrible topic.

After a long while, he spoke again, "If you want to hug and kiss each other when you see each other, it's not just a physical desire, but a desire to live with each other forever. This is the kind of love I know."

His gaze stopped at a certain point, perhaps a fallen leaf, or a stranded bird.

In short, avoid her and the small area around her.

"Where is the line between pure physical desire and love?"

Tong Ruixiao: "In my heart."

"But only you know what you are thinking. If someone tells you that he loves you and does these things, how can you tell whether what he says is true or not?"

Her expression was clear and her eyes were urgent. She questioned him word by word, almost impatient to wring the answer from his throat.

A person will only have such a look when he has been confused for a long time without any solution.

He was like a child hiding behind a door and eavesdropping on the secrets of the room. He felt both happy and painful as if his skin was scratched by the splinters on the door.

Who is the person she is talking about who "tells you he loves you"?

Who are the ones who are doing these things?

Tong Ruixiao felt a sour feeling in his heart just thinking about it.