Stepmother from 1970: Uncle holds her in his arms and dotes on her day and night

On a rare occasion, Yan Zhengting and Qian Yiman took their son to the city center park.

This park is located in the heart of the city and is a great place for nearby residents to take a leisurely walk.

There is a retro arch at the entrance of the park, which is carved with exquisite patterns, giving people a sense of tranquility and elegance.

Entering the park, they strolled along a wide path.

There are all kinds of flowers blooming on both sides of the path. They sway gently in the breeze, bringing with them a burst of fragrance from time to time.

Yan Zhengting held his son in his arms, while Qian Yiman followed behind him with his hands behind his back, admiring the surrounding scenery.

She couldn't help but sigh: "It's really nice here."

"We will come again next time..."

"Okay."

Qian Yiman smiled very happily. Seeing the man and the child beside him, he felt like the time had passed peacefully.

Bringing people a sense of tranquility and beauty.

"Captain Yan, I want to take a walk on that bridge." Qian Yiman pointed to a small bridge in front of him, feeling itchy.

After saying that, without waiting for Yan Zhengting to speak, he took the lead and ran over.

When she was in the south in her previous life, she loved going to the small towns in Jiangnan to see the small bridges and flowing water.

Under the bridge is a lake with crystal clear water. Qian Yiman lay on the bridge railing and watched the fish playing freely in the water, as if he could also feel their joy and relaxation.

Suddenly, she walked towards her man and son.

"Come on, come on, hold your son and stand there, and I'll take a photo of you and your son." Qian Yiman said as he pulled the two father and son to the bridge.

Fortunately, she had the foresight to remember to go to the bedroom and take the camera that her man gave her last time before going out in the morning.

"Captain Yan, just smile... don't be so serious."

Yan Zhengting raised the corner of his mouth helplessly and let her do what she wanted, as long as she was happy.

"Well, yes, yes, stay in this position and don't move."

"Okay, let me hold my son and you take the photo." Qian Yiman jumped in front of the man and handed him the camera, with an excited look on his face, "Captain Yan, remember to take a good photo."

Yan Zhengting was also infected by her good mood and smiled at her: "As you command, Mrs. Yan."

"Are you ready?"

"Okay, my son is here to see his father." Qian Yiman pointed with a smile and pointed in the direction of Yan Zhengting, directing his son's attention there.

The little guy looked at his mother and then his father, his face looking innocent and cute.

Yan Zhengting took advantage of his son to look at him and quickly pressed the shutter button.

The picture is frozen at this moment.

Until many years later, both of them wore reading glasses and would sit in the living room and take out these old photos from time to time.

At this time, a middle-aged man in his forties walked up to the bridge. His temperament looked like that of an artist. He was holding a camera in his hand and was constantly taking pictures of the surrounding scenery. His posture was quite professional. .

Qian Yiman was preparing to find someone to take photos of his family of three.

Thinking of this, she stepped forward and asked very politely: "Brother, can you take two photos of our family?"

"Of course." The middle-aged man heard the voice and turned around and responded.

Qian Yiman smiled politely and handed him the camera in his hand, "Thank you."

"You're welcome, where do you want to take the photo?"

"Just stand here, we're ready." Qian Yiman pulled Yan Zhengting and his son to the same place and made a gesture with his hands.

"Then I'm going to take the photo. Just keep this position and don't move."

The middle-aged man who helped take pictures took several pictures of them in succession. He just thought that their family looked very good-looking, but the husband looked much older than his wife.

"Okay, sorry to trouble you, brother." Qian Yiman stepped forward to take the camera and sincerely thanked him again.

"You're too polite, it's just a small effort."

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Yan Zhengting followed behind with his child in his arms, watching Qian Yiman walking and taking pictures, as excited as a child.

Afraid that she would be tired from walking, he took her to a bench and sat down to rest.

Then he handed the kettle to her, while not forgetting to open the lid for her, "Are you tired? Have a drink of water."

"I'm not tired, but I'm really thirsty." Qian Yiman took the bottle, raised his head and took several sips.

Today, her dusty camera finally came into use, and she was so happy that she didn't even feel tired.

Qian Yiman handed the kettle to the man next to him, worried that he would be tired from driving and holding the child today. "You also have a drink. Do you want me to hold the child for a while?"

"No, just play with yourself." After Yan Zhengting finished speaking, he took a few sips from the water bottle.

He wouldn't get tired so easily just because he was holding a baby. Compared with the intensity of his usual training, this was just a drizzle.

Now that he has said so, Qian Yiman will not force it.

The man was so reliable, and she felt relaxed and happy.

The couple held their son and sat on a bench by the lake, talking without a word and enjoying the quiet afternoon.

"Captain Yan, I think you are the most handsome when you are holding a child." Qian Yiman turned to look at the man beside him, smiled and said again, "Sure enough, children are a man's best accessory! "