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

During the meal, Tong Huaimu asked her why she didn't come back last night. She explained that it was snowing in Jincheng and the road was difficult to travel.

"Is it snowing so early in Jincheng?"

It looked as if it had never seen snow so early.

She didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "November is almost over, it's not too early."

Suddenly I felt something was wrong. How could Tong Huaimu not know the climate in Jincheng?

She asked, "Don't you go back to Jincheng to visit grandpa and grandma often?"

"No, I don't like them." The boy forked a piece of pineapple and squinted his eyes because of the sourness. But he was well-mannered and ate politely, just spitting into a tissue and throwing it into the trash can.

Jian Yan was pleasantly surprised to hear him express his true thoughts. Tong Huaimu was not the kind of kid who would express his likes and dislikes directly, which meant that he completely trusted her.

"why?"

As he listened to her question, he remembered that when he first came to this family, Chu Jinyuan and Tong Hai refused to talk to him, let alone get close to him, as if he owed them a lot of money.

Later he realized that it wasn't their fault, but his.

The boy curled his lips, "They don't like me and don't consider me a relative."

Don't consider him as a relative...

Jian Yan thought about it, no wonder Tong Hai asked her and Tong Ruixiao if they intended to have a child.

It turns out that deep down they don't actually approve of Tong Huaimu.

why?

Tong Huaimu must be Tong Ruixiao's child, there is no doubt about that. The rich pay the most attention to bloodline, even if Tong Ruixiao doesn't care so much, it is impossible for him to raise a child who has no blood relationship, not to mention that he hates children.

Could it be Tong Huaimu's mother...

But the experiences of the deceased were usually kept secret, and servants were not allowed to spread them. Moreover, it was disrespectful to inquire about them privately, so she needed to think carefully.

"If they don't like you, then don't go back," she expressed her understanding and gently comforted him: "It's too difficult to make everyone like you, so let's just live our own lives well."

Tong Huaimu nodded, looking childish, like a spoiled little chicken, "You're right, I don't want them to like me!"

After saying that, he added in a low voice, "As long as the people I care about like it..."

He inherited his father's sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, but during adolescence, he still had some baby fat on his face. And because of the smooth facial lines, he looked a bit like a boy and a girl. It can be seen that he will have an absolutely handsome face when he grows up.

Jian Yan spoke out her preference without hesitation, smiling: "In the future, more people will like you like me."

He pretended to be fierce again, "Who said that the person I care about is you? Don't be so self-indulgent!"

"There is no three hundred taels of silver here."

She smiled softly, seeing his childishness in her eyes. When she really got along with him and got into his heart, she found that this child was pure and soft at heart.

As long as you give him your sincere love, you can see the bright and radiant radiance in those peach blossom eyes.

Much more real than his father.

When dealing with the latter, one always has trouble figuring out what he is thinking, and has a feeling that he will change his attitude at the next moment.

Tong Huaimu was furious when she effortlessly exposed his thoughts, and his cheeks flushed red, "Narcissism!"

After dinner, Jian Yan tutored him in physics step by step.

He has adapted to this mode and is learning to engage in it.

When I saw a physics problem, I frowned but still followed the problem-solving steps. I first circled the key words with a pen, and then wrote the formula on the rough paper.

Jian Yan sat nearby and watched, feeling very relieved.

From being afraid of difficulties and resisting to reaching out and trying to solve the problem, this is already a big progress.

Whether you can do it or not is another matter. What makes people like you is the right attitude.

Tong Huaimu was doing a new paper at the desk, while Jian Yan was reading a book of poetry. The two of them didn't bother each other and got along very well.

She saw a poem that read:

Thousands of calamities in life are over, and a lamp is lit in the long day.

It means that life will go through countless setbacks and tribulations, and only by truly regarding Buddha as a belief can one let go of worries and right and wrong.

But when she read carefully the phrase “a lamp is on all day long”, she felt that it could also be extended to mean the importance of the educational environment.

Children who grow up in a loving environment and receive a good education will grow up to have more sound personalities.

She hopes to provide Tong Huaimu with a "light" with a "long day", and hopes that he can have a normal future, rather than being cut in half in a blood-stained bath.

In fact, she herself was healed in the process.

When I was turning the pages, my fingers were scratched by the pages of the new book and I felt a stinging sensation.

I put the book down and looked down. It turned out to be a small cut. I couldn't help but laugh.

When I raised my head again, golden stars suddenly appeared in front of my eyes.

Breathing became difficult.

what happened? !

Jian Yan felt inexplicably panicked. He supported his elbows on the table and pressed his temples with his thumb and middle finger to prevent his body from shaking.

My heart was tightening, I couldn't breathe, my face turned pale, and sweat broke out on my forehead.

She lay on the table, trying to tap with her fingers but without the strength, and no sound came out of her throat.

Everything went dark before my eyes.

Then, loss of consciousness.

……

When Jian Yan opened his eyes again, he saw a sea of ​​white in front of him.

Her pupils shrank.

What's going on? Where is this?

She felt a chill coming towards her and her heart was trembling.

Looking around, there was thick fog.

Looking down at my feet, I saw that I was standing on ice.

She took a step forward, and the fog around her immediately dissipated, revealing a long ice path.

She walked to the end and saw an icy revolving door in front of her, carved with strange patterns and lines.

Pushing open the revolving door, a silver-white staircase rises straight into the sky, shining brightly, leading to a magnificent hall with flying eaves and pointed corners, majestic and imposing.

It seems like a place out of heaven, not like the human world.

She couldn't help but be stunned, "Where is this..."

The golden light in the hall attracted her to step onto the heavenly steps.

But when he stood on the first step, countless human figures gradually became clearer on both sides of the misty steps.

They stood one by one on both sides of the stairs.

The one standing in the front and closest to him was an old man with white hair and a golden crown, holding a green jade staff. He was short and fat, stroking his long beard.

Seeing her, he nodded slightly: "My friend from the mortal world."

The mortal world?

The mortal world refers to the human world, so isn’t this the human world?

She came to Wonderland?

These people, could it be that... they are all gods!

Jian Yan was horrified. Their aura was not that of ordinary people. Their glowing immortal bodies appeared from the clouds. Were they gods?

She turned her head and looked further away. There was a tall and thin old man in a red robe with a black rope around his waist. On his head was a white jade hair crown as tall as a hu tablet, with a cinnabar star on his forehead.

The other person stretched out his hand, as if to shake her hand, but on his palm was a thin, long red ribbon. The ribbon shone with silver light, and the end sank into the cloud at the bottom of his feet.

She was stunned for a moment, and when she was still thinking about whether to reach out her hand, she heard the other party ask: "You little girl, how could you not recognize me?"