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

A semester is over and the school begins its winter vacation.

Yan Jingqiu and Lin Xiaoyun came to the school gate carrying sheets and clothes. The person who came to pick them up today was Comrade Lao Lin.

"Give me the stuff and get in the car quickly."

"Jingqiu, your father is very busy with work recently and cannot take leave. You will go back with me today."

Comrade Lao Lin took the duffel bags from the two little girls, put them in the car, and greeted them to get on.

"Okay, thank you, Uncle Lin." Yan Jingqiu got in the car, sat down in her seat, and thanked her very politely.

"You're welcome, your father often helps pick up Xiaoyun." Comrade Lao Lin sat in the driver's seat and said with a smile.

Then, he started the car and drove to the family compound.

"Ah! It's finally a holiday!" Lin Xiaoyun cheered and shouted in the car, full of expectations for the holiday.

As the car drove on the road, the two little girls chatted, ranging from winter vacation homework to hairpin skirts, and it was very lively for a while.

Lin Xiaoyun held Yan Jingqiu's arm, looked at her and asked, "Jingqiu, are you going back to Kyoto during the winter vacation?"

"Yes, my father said that he will go home to celebrate the New Year this year and visit my grandparents." Yan Jingqiu nodded and answered truthfully.

When Lin Xiaoyun heard that her good friend was going home, she pouted and said in disappointment: "If you go back to Kyoto, then I won't be able to play with you. I was still thinking about setting off firecrackers with you during the Chinese New Year..."

Their hometown is in the countryside, and it is in a relatively remote province. They have not been back to celebrate the New Year for many years.

Yan Jingqiu comforted her: "I will be back soon. When I come back, I will play with you again and bring you delicious food."

In fact, she was very happy to return to Kyoto, because she hadn't gone home to see her grandparents for a long time.

After returning to the family compound.

Comrade Lao Lin helped deliver Yan Jingqiu's luggage outside the Yan family yard, and then took Lin Xiaoyun home.

Yan Jingqiu took out the key and opened the courtyard door.

When she walked into the yard, she happened to see Qian Yiman opening the door and coming out, followed by Fugui.

"Aunt Qian."

Qian Yiman was about to take Fugui to the toilet on the vegetable floor. When he saw her carrying two luggage bags, he quickly stepped forward to help her carry one bag, "Jingqiu, was it your Uncle Lin who sent you back just now? "

"Yes, Uncle Lin and Xiaoyun walked me to the door. They had just left for a while."

"That's good, otherwise it would be hard for you to carry so many things home alone..."

Seeing that Yan Jingqiu wanted to go with Fugui, she said again: "Fugui will enter the room by himself after using the toilet, so you don't have to worry about him."

Yan Jingqiu nodded and followed Qian Yiman into the house.

Not seeing her brother in the living room, she turned around and asked, "Aunt Qian, is my brother sleeping?"

"Yes, the little guy has been sleeping for two hours, and he should wake up soon."

Yan Jingqiu was on vacation, and there was another person to help take care of the children. Qian Yiman felt that freedom was waving to her.

It was freezing cold, so Fugui went to pee in the vegetable field and then entered the house. When he saw Yan Jingqiu, he immediately ran to her and rubbed her trousers.

Yan Jingqiu squatted down and touched its round belly, "Fugui, why are you fat again..."

Qian Yiman listened and laughed, "How can I not be fat... Fugui is eating more and more, and he eats more than me."

"Wow! Wow..."

Just as Yan Jingqiu was about to speak, she heard crying coming from the bedroom.

Qian Yiman put down the water glass, opened the door and entered the bedroom.

"Mom." The little guy stopped crying as soon as he saw his mother and stretched out his hand to hug her.

"Oh, why are you still crying at such an old age? Are you embarrassed..." Qian Yiman put his coat on and muttered, "Your sister is back, and there will be someone to play with you next. Can't you play with me?" Are you happy?"

Yan Qinbei, a child who had just woken up from sleep, was not talkative and had a cold expression on his face. No matter how much his mother teased him, he did not respond.

Qian Yiman carried him to the living room.

"Xiao Bei, sister, can I give you a hug?" Yan Jingqiu washed her hands and came out of the bathroom, wanting to give her brother a hug.

Unexpectedly, the little guy lay motionless on his mother's shoulder, ignoring her.

"The little guy just woke up and is not in a high mood. He will be fine in a while..." Qian Yiman looked at his son's cold expression and couldn't laugh or cry.

At a young age, he knew how to keep an expressionless face. He was indeed Yan Zhengting's son.

"Son, please sit here for a while, and mommy will make you milk powder, okay?" The little guy slept for so long, Qian Yiman originally wanted to put him in the stroller and make him milk powder.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he was about to put it in, he immediately started crying at the top of his lungs.

"Okay, okay, stop crying, stop crying, mommy hugs mommy..." There was no other way, Qian Yiman could only hold him and coax him first.

Yan Jingqiu felt a little distressed when she saw her brother crying non-stop.

Then, she ran to make milk powder without saying a word. She had made milk powder many times before, so she had no problem grasping the temperature and quantity.

"Aunt Qian, the milk powder is ready."

The daughter of her man is really heartwarming. Qian Yiman took the bottle and started to feed his son, "Thank you, Jingqiu, Xiaobei, sister made milk powder for you, you have to thank sister..."

Yan Jingqiu sat on the edge, looking at her younger brother with a smile, holding a bottle in her chubby hands and drinking with gusto.

Although they don't have the same mother, she can't explain why. She just likes her brother very much and feels very close to him.