Transmigrated as the Stepmother of the Male Protagonist in a Campus Story

Does a schoolmaster like Zhou Mingfeng really exist?

Jiang Jinjin watched him send several steps to solve the problem, and couldn't help falling into contemplation. What's going on? Calculating the time, he has graduated for more than ten years, why would he still work on topics that make her puzzled? Remember how many problem-solving steps?

Of course, she cannot express her doubts.

After all, this man is old at Versailles, if she asks, he might be secretly proud of what it is like.

Jiang Jinjin didn’t only need one step to solve the problem. She was afraid that when Zhou Yan asked her, she would not understand anything, so she gradually began to understand these steps. After she understood all of them, she transcribed it again on the blank draft paper. He posted it.

Zhou Yan was also a high school student in junior high school, but after a few years of waste, it is still difficult to pick up his studies again, not to mention only one year is left. Think about it carefully. This is where Jiang Jinjin thinks that campus cookie is very reasonable. Although Zhou Yan is smart, there are a few silly students among those students this year. He left it unused for a few years. In the original book, He worked hard under the encouragement of the heroine, but in the last year, Mou Zujin was only able to catch up with the big team. He just crossed the score line of a book by two points, which is very thrilling.

That's it, Jiang Jinjin felt that the author gave Zhou Yan a gold finger.

Based on the author's preference for Zhou Yan, Zhou Yan has cheered up so long in advance. Is it possible to expect that he will test better than the original book?

After solving the problem, Zhou Mingfeng actually sent a video call.

Jiang Jinjin was not in a hurry, looking around in the hotel, finally found a good angle, and then connected to the video.

Zhou Mingfeng seemed to be outside the condolence hall, this point was silent.

Jiang Jinjin pretended to inadvertently stroke his hair behind his ears.

"Something?"

Zhou Mingfeng said, "Ayan asked you what the topic is?"

"You all show off your skills in fancy styles. You have listed several problem-solving steps. Only now are you asking me what's going on?"

"There are priorities."

Jiang Jinjin suffocated a smile, "Well, he seems to be ready to be a human again recently. No, he is a good student again. This is something to be happy about."

Zhou Mingfeng squeezed the bridge of his nose, "Well, indeed."

The two chatted, and the topic turned to Zhou Yan, who was struggling to write a book next door.

Probably because of the silence of the night, Zhou Mingfeng, driven by Jiang Jinjin, even opened the chatterbox and talked about Zhou Yan. His voice was low, "He is indeed a child with a sense of justice. Integrity is gratifying, and occasionally anxious. To be fair, I really don’t know how to be a father."

"Will you still have it?" She thought Zhou Mingfeng was omnipotent. Of course, this was an exaggeration, but every time she saw Zhou Mingfeng and Zhou Yan together, she didn't know how calm and calm she was. Now I listen to Zhou Ming. Feng seemed to be troubled by the parent-child relationship, which really surprised her.

Zhou Mingfeng chuckled lightly, "Of course, I have never been a father to anyone else."

"On the one hand, I hope he is carefree, but on the other hand, I hope he can be alone." Zhou Mingfeng paused. "Of course, the most hope is that he can protect himself after seeing the dangers of society, but he can also Continue to maintain the courageous and upright side."

"It's so difficult." Jiang Jinjin lay on the sofa, "Your request is really too difficult."

It sounds simple on the surface.

But Jiang Jinjin was beaten by society after all, and Zhou Mingfeng's hope was too difficult to achieve.

"Yes. So parents like me are very selfish, and they hope their children can do things they can't do. I have walked the way I like and found that it is not as good as I imagined, so I hope that the children will not go anymore, even if the children do. I like it very much.” It’s rare for Zhou Mingfeng to show such a gentle side to his son. Jiang Jinjin listened carefully, and actually felt it was a kind of enjoyment. “But everyone has his own way, depending on what he chooses to become. Such a person, occasionally I think, if he does everything according to my expectations, then he is not a child, but a puppet."

As Jiang Jinjin listened, he remembered what he had thought in secret.

Being Zhou Mingfeng's child is really good.

Just... not only can he tolerate the naive side of impulse, but also quietly talk about it, he will also use his own means to let the child know the truth of the matter.

It is a contradiction, but it is indeed gentle.

Jiang Jinjin also joked with him, "I have already recorded, and when you are old and hospitalized, I will let Zhou Yan listen to you, so that you can feel that there is a dutiful son in front of a hospital bed."

Zhou Mingfeng was silent for a few seconds, then smiled and asked: "So, you mean, you were still with me at that time?"

This sentence seems to be a joke.

However, Zhou Mingfeng's gloomy mood in the past few days has finally calmed down a bit.

Jiang Jinjin didn't react for a while, and he was stunned.

Before she could return with her witty remarks, Zhou Mingfeng said first: "Take a rest, it's getting late. Good night."

After speaking, he hung up the phone, as if he knew she was accumulating strength to fight back.

Listening to the beeping busy tone coming from the other end of the phone, Jiang Jinjin was completely stunned.

After she recovered, she got up and lay down beside the bed, remembering that she was actually preempted by Zhou Mingfeng, and she couldn't help kicking her legs in annoyance.

Jiang Jinjin, did your usual clever reaction be eaten by a dog? ?

Why did he stop asking? ? ?

It's a failure!

Jiang Jinjin was very regretful, but he couldn't call it back anymore. After all, it is almost twelve o'clock.

Angry!

She thought it might be because of being infected by Zhou Yan during this period. She was so naive as to open the memo on her mobile phone, and solemnly wrote down—

[He choked me once, and next time he will. 】

After Zhou Mingfeng once again offered incense to his uncle, he scanned the condolence hall and did not see his aunt. After asking other relatives, he walked out of the condolence hall, looked for it in the funeral home, and finally was the blockbuster behind the funeral home. I found my aunt in the open space. In the cold moonlight, the pale-haired aunt was arching her waist, sweeping the dust and leaves on the floor with a broom.

In the past few days, he didn't see a tear from his aunt.

Her behavior was so ordinary, as if her uncle had not died.

However, he knew that when his aunt saw the uncle's favorite meat at the banquet, she still habitually took the packing box and packed half of it.

Zhou Mingfeng paced over.

Seeing his shadow, my aunt paused for a while, straightened up, reached out a hand and knocked on the lower back, "Why don't you go to bed, you have been suffering for the past two days, beware of getting sick."

Zhou Mingfeng took the broom in her hand and began to sweep the leaves next to her.

Aunt laughed, "Your uncle loves to be clean. When he sees leaves at the door of his house, he has to sweep it. Sometimes he cleans up the trash at the door of the neighboring house. I don’t know what the psychology is, it really annoys him. ."

Talking annoyingly, but after he left, she looked more and more like him again.

I wanted to breathe it out, saw the leaves on the ground, and couldn't help looking for a broom.

Zhou Mingfeng lowered his eyes, unconsciously clenched the handle of the broom, and raised his head, with a light smile on his face: "Uncle has always been popular."

Aunt bowed her head and said after a long time: "Zhong Fei sent the wreath, will Jinjin misunderstand?"

"No." Zhou Mingfeng's tone was determined, "She wouldn't think so much."

"That's good. In fact, Zhong Fei always sends us things over the years. I still remember that when you got married, everyone said that you are a good match," aunt laughed. "Your uncle still worriedly told me tonight that you two would not For a long time, I said that he didn’t think about good things all day. After you divorced, your uncle said that neither you nor Zhong Fei are extroverts. It will cause problems when it grows."

My aunt was talking about that year.

…

Zhou Mingfeng said solemnly: "I delayed her."

In any case, in a marriage, he tasted more dividends, and indeed she paid more.

After all, he delayed her.

Fortunately, she has the determination to make corrections, and she has found the right direction in her life.

My aunt came over, raised her hand and patted his arm, "This time it is also unfortunate. Your uncle didn't see you and Jinjin. If you saw it, he must say that you are a good match. However, my uncle and I are a little puzzled, why suddenly Got married."

Zhou Mingfeng has never been vague about his elders, "It's not very sudden, I thought about it for a long time. Do you remember the Uncle Jiang who saved me and my mother at that time? He is Jinjin's father and passed away. It has been several years. Jinjin’s mother was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer a year ago. From the discovery to death, it took four months to worry that Jinjin was helpless, so she hesitated for a long time and found me, hoping that I could help take care of it. she."

He didn't tell the whole truth, it was too complicated, and he worried that his simple aunt would be nervous.

Ten months ago, Mother Jiang found him.

Told him many things.

He still remembers this elder who was almost skinny, rubbing his hands in despair, and even wanted to kneel with him. She has no other way. Her daughter has gotten into trouble with someone who shouldn't be offended because of a relationship. She has been tortured in recent years, and even normal social interaction and making friends have become problems. She knew her physical condition and knew she could not last too long, so she could only ask for a place for her daughter.

Of course, she also hopes that the family can look a little more open and accept that her daughter will get married and have the possibility of a normal life.

Frankly speaking, Zhou Mingfeng didn't want to agree at the beginning, how ridiculous it was. He thought of using other methods to repay the wife and daughter of the life-saving benefactor that his mother often talked about, such as money, such as a good medical environment, but these happened to be things that Jiang's mother didn't want. Before Jiang's mother died, he frequently dreamed of his mother, and finally agreed. When he agreed, Jiang's mother could not move while lying on the bed, but she insisted on getting out of bed and thanking him.

Sure enough, my aunt believed Zhou Mingfeng's words.

Probably he will always give people a stable and reliable impression, and people will never doubt the authenticity of his words.

"So that's it." Aunt laughed, and patted his hand again. "What about you to her?"

Zhou Mingfeng thought for a while, "Recently, I'm considering whether to make up a grand wedding."

This short sentence made it clear to my aunt.

If it's not for the heart, if it's not for the liking, it won't say such a thing.

"But I'm still busy, and she's busy too." Zhou Mingfeng's eyes revealed regret, "I was thinking that when I have time, I will make up a wedding so that you and uncle will have a good time."

My aunt was startled, and said with a smile: "Your uncle will be very happy to find out. He has also worried about you all these years, afraid that you will be alone."

Zhou Mingfeng just smiled.

In fact, even if a person is not alone, in the hearts of the elders, there must be someone around them to be considered alone. There are so many white-headed partners in this world, and both parties still feel lonely.

Of course, he has always been lucky.

This seemingly peaceful life has too many uncertainties in it.

My aunt said again: "It's pretty good, but she's young and a teenager younger than you, so you have to tolerate her a lot."

"Well, don't worry, I know."

Under Zhou Mingfeng's urging, his cousin helped his aunt to rest.

Tomorrow will be cremated. The people in the condolence hall are not as tense as before. After twelve o'clock, some people eat supper, some play mobile phones, and others play poker. This is a normal custom in Jiang Huang. The watchman is boring and can only have some fun on his own.

Zhou Mingfeng didn't want to go in.

Uncle's toolbox was found in the funeral home.

Zhou Mingfeng's uncle was a well-known local carpenter many years ago, and the apprentices he brought out a few years ago are now standing up one by one.

When he was a child, Zhou Mingfeng liked to watch his uncle play in the cabinet. There was no entertainment at that time, and it was a whole day.

The toolbox is complete with tools and wood.

This is the wish of my aunt. No one in the family took over the craftsmanship of his uncle, and this toolbox was left in ashes. It's better to burn it and put it in the cemetery along with the ashes.

This night, Zhou Mingfeng sat in a quiet corner with a lonely moonlight above his head.

His childhood memories are fresh, he didn't know how to do it, but he saw a lot in those years, and he could still make some simple objects.

He took the tools his uncle had used countless times, and it took him nearly three hours to make a small wooden box.

Is unknowingly. He originally wanted to do something to miss his uncle, but when it was done, he couldn't help laughing.

The more I live, the more I go back.

Give this wooden box to her, just enough to hold the hair ropes that she left around.