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

Early the next morning.

Years of biological clock made Yan Zhengting wake up early.

Looking at the innocent sleeping face of the little woman he loved in his arms, he gently pressed a kiss on her forehead.

Then, he reluctantly got out of bed and got dressed.

He still had something to do quickly before she woke up.

Yan Zhengting got dressed and was about to go downstairs. At the same time, the child Yan Qinbei on the small bed also woke up with a groan.

He walked to the crib and picked up the confused little guy.

The boy was quite good today, neither crying nor making trouble.

After dressing the little guy and washing his face, Yan Zhengting gently opened the bedroom door and went downstairs with his son in his arms.

Yan Jingqiu was still sleeping, and only Yan's father and mother were listening to the radio in the living room.

Seeing her youngest son coming down, Yan's mother said, "Zhengting, there are millet porridge and eggs in the pot. You go and eat some first."

"Mom, I will eat with Manman later when she gets up. Please help me take Xiaobei with me. I have something to do." Yan Zhengting was afraid that he would not have enough time, so he planned to eat with his little wife later.

"Okay, come, Xiaobei, grandma will take you to eat eggs. Eggs taste the most delicious, don't they..."

Mother Yan took her grandson and walked to the kitchen. She would stew a bowl of egg custard for the little guy every other day.

When Yan's father saw this, he followed him.

Yan Zhengting saw that they all went to the kitchen and walked quietly towards the backyard.

He squatted in the snow and tinkered for a long time, not knowing what he was doing.

......

Perhaps because he felt that there was no man's scent around him, Qian Yiman woke up an hour earlier than usual.

She woke up leisurely and glanced at the place beside her. Yan Zhengting had indeed gotten up.

At this time, there was suddenly a soft sound of opening the door.

Qian Yiman turned around and saw Yan Zhengting opening the door from outside and coming in.

He was a little surprised to see that the little woman had woken up.

"Manman, why did you wake up so early today?"

"I can't sleep well without you." Qian Yiman sat up and leaned against the bed.

Habits are terrible things. Without him by her side, she really couldn't sleep deeply.

Yan Zhengting's eyebrows rose after hearing this, and he felt secretly happy in his heart. He could clearly feel the little woman's growing dependence and affection for him.

He liked the way she couldn't live without him.

"Tomorrow, I will definitely wake up with you." Yan Zhengting walked to the bed, leaned down and pecked the corner of her mouth, the gentleness in his eyes was as clear and translucent as a clear spring.

"Okay~~What are you doing with your hands behind your back?"

Qian Yiman always felt something strange when he saw his man entering the bedroom with his left hand behind his back.

Hearing this, Yan Zhengting slowly put his left hand in front of him.

"Like it?"

He handed the thing in his hand to the little woman, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and asked warmly.

Qian Yiman looked at the thing in the man's hand. She stretched out her hand to cover her mouth, with uncontrollable surprise on her face.

"Wow! I like it. I really like it. How did you do it?" Qian Yiman looked at the snow rose in front of him and was so happy.

What appeared before her eyes was a white rose carved from snow, with a flower branch stuck on it. It looked lifelike and lifelike.

It was such a surprise, I don’t know how this man thought of it.

She could swear that even if she lived two lifetimes, this would be the first time she saw it today.

"You like snow and roses. When I was holding you and watching the snow last night, I suddenly thought that I could try it like this." So, I got up early in the morning and went to carve roses in the snow, just like those young people who were just beginning to fall in love. Like a kid.

He never expected that a snow rose would make his little woman so happy. Yan Zhengting felt that the value of the snow rose suddenly doubled several times.

When he was a child, he liked to carve some little things with wood and a file, but he hadn't done any craftsmanship in many years.

He failed many times carving in the snow before finally getting such a relatively satisfactory finished product.

Qian Yiman carefully took the rose from her man's hand, for fear of damaging it. It was her treasure.

When her fingers touched the man's cold hand, she grabbed his hand and put it to her mouth to help him breath the hot air.

Looking at his hands that were red and purple from the ice and snow, her eyes were a little moist and she felt distressed, "Comrade Yan Zhengting, don't be so stupid next time. Have you been out for a long time?"

"It didn't take long."

"Tell me, how long will it take?"