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

Jian Yan was struck by the ancient charm and fragrance of the house, as if he had suddenly returned from a fast-paced metropolis where profit was paramount to an era that emphasized gentleness, courtesy, frugality and modesty.

After coming to his senses, he carefully looked at the words hanging on the wall, and his attention was attracted by a collection-level painting.

In the painting, a pine tree grows on a steep cliff. The real thing is the pine tree and the stream, and the virtual thing is the continuous mountain peaks behind. There is an indomitable force in the tranquility, and the uprightness that reaches the sky is shocking.

The inscription on the lower right corner is a quote from an ancient poem:

The frost is miserable, but the whole year is always upright. Wouldn't it be cold? Pines and cypresses have their own nature.

She couldn't help but exclaim, "The person who painted this must be a man of character."

"Which painting?"

A majestic voice came, and Jian Yan looked towards the source of the voice. A tall, thin, middle-aged man walked out from the inner door. In stark contrast to the seriousness of the voice, the other person had a generous and gentle smile on his face.

He looked to be in his fifties, wearing a white shirt, a grey knitted jacket with the buttons buttoned neatly, and dark grey cadre-style trousers. His ordinary clothes gave him a carefree air.

"dad."

Hearing Tong Ruixiao addressing him, Jian Yan also politely called out, "Dad."

Then she handed him the gift in her hand.

Tong Hai frowned, "Hey, kid, why do you bring gifts back to your own home?"

Jian Yan smiled politely with curved lips.

It turned out that this was Tong Ruixiao's father, Tong Hai. He had a cultured air even when he walked, and looked like a scholar who had been influenced by poetry and books.

It's not hard to guess that his job is a writer.

She glanced at the painting hanging on the wall and immediately asked, "This painting of mountain pines is really nice. Did you buy it?"

Scholars have always liked to collect art. As soon as she entered the room, she saw the blue and white porcelain vase in the corner of the living room, which was obviously a cultural relic and priceless.

Unexpectedly, Tong Hai laughed all of a sudden, "Hahaha..."

"Did you draw this?"

Jian Yan found it unbelievable. She didn't think Tong Hai could paint such a Chinese painting.

The other party seemed to find it interesting and said with a smile: "Guess."

Tong Ruixiao glanced at his old man and wanted to remind her, but was stopped by Tong Hai.

Jian Yan pondered for a moment, then said carefully: "A work of art can always reflect the spirit of the artist. The first impression this painting gives me is that it is unyielding and proud. The person who painted this picture should be a strong and dominant leader. However, you have a calm temperament and seem to be indifferent to worldly affairs, which is not likely."

It’s not that Tong Hai can’t paint pine trees and mountains. It’s just that different people paint the same scenery differently.

The overall composition of this painting focuses more on pine trees than water. The peaks are sharp, loose and straight, and the brushstrokes are fierce. These not only reflect the artist's profound skills but also are permeated with spirit. She feels that only an upright and strong person can paint such a picture.

“Well said”

The woman appeared beside her at some point and commented in a calm voice after listening to what she said.

Jian Yan was stunned for a moment and turned to look at her.

The other person had black hair tied up in a bun, pearl earrings on her earlobes, a reddish-brown vicuna sweater on her top, and a double-layer pearl necklace, which made her look elegant and noble. She wore black trousers on her bottom, which looked simple but knowledgeable. She had a tall, thin figure and was very charming.

"mom."

Feeling the woman's temperament, and remembering what Tong Ruixiao said about watching his mother paint Chinese paintings, Jian Yan's pupils shrank and he exclaimed, "This is painted by you!"

She thought it was a famous painting bought for collection, but she didn't expect it was actually painted by Tong Ruixiao's mother herself.

Chu Jinyuan showed no emotion. He looked at me with admiration, and the smile on his face could not hide his fierce nature. "You have the talent to judge both paintings and people."

Tong Ruixiao was surprised. This was a high evaluation that his mother didn't think he could say.

Tong Hai glanced at the time and suggested, "Let's go and have dinner."

After washing their hands, they sat down at the table, and the Chinese and Western chefs served the food in turn.

Unlike the long tables in the villa, the tables here are wooden round tables, which can bring people closer together. Because it is a family dinner, the seating arrangement is not so rigid.

The table is made of good materials, the tabletop is as smooth as a mirror, and the side of the base is engraved with ancient relief patterns. There are many wooden sculptures in the display cabinet at the back. The decoration of the whole room is simple and full of cultural atmosphere. You can smell the light wood fragrance and the long ancient charm.

Tong Ruixiao's parents attach great importance to rules. They follow the principle of not talking while eating or sleeping, and not making any sound when there is food in their mouths.

Jian Yan was happy to hear this, after all, it saved her a lot of words.

But we still have to talk after the meal.

Tong Hai was a talkative person, asking her how she was doing at Tong's house, how she and Tong Ruixiao were getting along, and so on. He then told Tong Ruixiao to stay at the company less and go home more often. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and Tong Ruixiao nodded one by one.

In comparison, Chu Jinyuan spoke much less.

She only asked Jian Yan about painting, and Jian Yan said very modestly, "It's just a hobby, I'm not very good at it."

Chu Jinyuan: "Come back often in the future."

Jian Yan answered yes, but in her heart she was thinking, didn’t Tong Ruixiao say that his mother loved quietness and didn’t like to be disturbed?

Do you always use such familiar words when being polite?

I went to the living room and found that an hour had passed and it was brighter outside the window than before.

Jian Yan realized something was wrong, so he opened the door to take a look. He shivered in the cold wind and discovered that the snow on the ground was more than ten centimeters thick.

She was shocked.

The weather in Jincheng is so changeable!

There was no sign of snow when we arrived, but the wind was freezing cold. How come the snow was so thick after an hour or two?

She closed the door and turned around to see surprise on several people's faces.

Chu Jinyuan said, "It's hard to drive back in the heavy snow, so why don't you stay here tonight?"

Tong Hai, who was standing by, agreed with his wife, "Yes, the roads are slippery when it snows, and it's dangerous to drive for several hours. Let's leave overnight until the snow melts tomorrow."

"It snows quickly here and melts quickly. It will melt tomorrow."

Jian Yan wanted to decline but there was nothing she could do. The weather was suddenly like this, so she had no choice but to stay.

But she got a headache when she thought about sleeping in the same room with Tong Ruixiao. On the surface, they were a couple, and sleeping in separate rooms would arouse suspicion from his parents.

night.

The Tong family's guest room follows the style of other rooms, with a clean and simple decoration style.

After Jian Yan finished washing up, she walked to the bed but stopped and pursed her lips.

Tong Ruixiao sensed her rejection and took out a spare round pillow from the cabinet beside him. He was very conscious and said, "If you feel uncomfortable, we can put the pillow in the middle and sleep on each side. It's a pity that there are no extra quilts in this guest room."

Jian Yan thought, if he really wanted to do something, not even a pillow could stop him. If he had no feelings towards her, he wouldn't do anything even on the bed.

This was unnecessary, and it seemed as if she didn't trust him at all.

"No, go to sleep."

Seeing her indifferent look, Tong Ruixiao didn't say anything, but just put the pillow back.