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

"Please tell me clearly, what happened eight hundred years ago?"

Qian Yiman's head was buzzing. What other secrets did she not know?

No wonder, she said, as ordinary as she is, how could she get such a space for no reason.

Seeing the curious look on her face, the little cutie didn't intend to hide it from her anymore. It would be better to choose another day, so let's confess today.

Thinking of this, the little cutie scratched his head, glanced at Qian Yiman, and asked, "How about I explain it to you?"

"Okay, let me hear it." Qian Yiman looked like he was all ears.

She had to admit that her curiosity had been completely aroused. She was most interested in this mysterious topic about past and present lives.

The little cutie sat cross-legged on the floor, the expression on its face couldn't help but become serious, and its memory began to go back eight hundred years.

"a long long time ago......"

It sounds like a very familiar beginning, as tasteless as plain water.

"Tell me the important point." What a long and boring beginning. Qian Yiman didn't want to hear it and interrupted it impatiently.

Little cutie: "..."

Why isn't this the point?

It paused and continued, "Come to think of it, that was a long, long time ago..."

Qian Yiman held his forehead, took a long breath, and complained helplessly: "I said, cutie, can't you change the beginning? I like something fresher and more unique."

The little cutie rolled her eyes speechlessly, and there were so many requests. You thought she was writing a story.

"Master, should I say it or you say it?" She couldn't bear it any longer and her thoughts were interrupted again. The little cutie became irritable and asked her angrily, "You will tell me?"

Phew...I feel better now that the rant is over.

Qian Yiman: "..." Okay, she admitted that she seemed to have talked too much just now.

"Okay, okay, I was wrong, I was wrong, you go on, you go on..." It's better to coax when it's time to coax, it's only a matter of two sentences anyway.

Judging from Xiao Keai's words, there was definitely a story eight hundred years ago, and she was now eager to know what happened at that time.

Mortals are always curious about the past and the future.

The master Qian Yiman stopped causing trouble, and the little cutie could finally say whatever he felt comfortable with.

Let's just say that it also has its own stubbornness, and it still has a familiar formula and a familiar beginning, "Speaking of which, it was a long, long time ago. About eight hundred years ago, I was only about two hundred years old at that time. , full of curiosity about things in the human world, and then I secretly went to the mortal world."

At this point, it stopped.

Just as Qian Yiman got into the mood, the story stopped abruptly, "Why did you stop? Keep talking."

"Oh, let me drink some water first. My mouth is a little thirsty." After saying that, the little cutie took two more sips of spiritual spring water.

The corner of Qian Yiman's mouth twitched, "Why are you thirsty?" This was just the beginning of what he said, less than a hundred words.

After drinking the spiritual spring water, I felt a little better again.

The little cutie cleared her throat and continued, "I was young and ignorant at that time, and I didn't make a map or guide in advance, so I was directly transported to the Hundred Thousand Mountains. I couldn't get out until the soles of my feet were blistered. "

Before he said a few words, he started drinking water again. The more he drank, the more refreshed he became.

This time, Qian Yiman did not rush it, but waited quietly on the side, showing great patience.

"Hundreds of years have passed, and I have forgotten how many days and nights I walked. I only remember that I was hungry, thirsty and tired, and finally fainted next to a creek..."

However, the road he walked, the blisters he had, his hungry stomach, and the lack of water, that feeling will never be forgotten to this day.

Qian Yiman touched his chin and asked it, "Then, he happened to be saved by me who was passing by?"

She thought she had roughly guessed the development of the plot, after all, it was written like this in novels and TV series.

"Yes, Master, you were passing by and saw a wrinkled potato by the stream, so you dug a hole in the woods next to it and planted it. You also poured a lot of water on it and almost drowned me... ..”

Having said this, the little cutie shook her head, it was too painful to look back on the past!

Think about eight hundred years ago, it not only almost died of thirst, but also almost drowned in one day.

Fortunately, it was alive enough that it didn't die after all this effort.

Qian Yiman touched his nose and said with a smile: "The process is not important, the important thing is that you live in the end, right? Is there anything more precious than life, don't you think?"

"That's true, but I..."

She interrupted it again, "Little cutie, what did I, your master, do eight hundred years ago?"

I met it by the stream in the deep mountains and old forests. I guess it is a nearby villager or something. The kind that goes to the mountains to dig wild vegetables when the family has no food to eat?

The little cutie blinked her big innocent eyes, looked at her with sympathy and said, "You, I later found out that you are a little beggar from a nearby village."

Qian Yiman:? ? ?! !

Good guy!

I thought I was of low status, but I didn't expect that I would be humbled into dust. If I had known better, I wouldn't have asked more questions.

Oh, she is a little beggar, "How small?"

"Hmm... He looks about six or seven years old." The little cutie thought about it for a moment, and looked at her with more sympathy.

Feeling a little tired after standing for a long time listening to the story, Qian Yiman pulled up a chair and sat down to continue chatting, "Well, did I look dirty at that time?"

How should I put it, although she learned that she was a little beggar eight hundred years ago, she was still a little concerned about her image.

? ? ? ? ? ?

When she asked this question, the little cutie was a little confused after hearing it.

Should I say it or not? What kind of weird brain circuit does its owner have?

"Master, is this the point?" the little cutie thought, and then asked what was on his mind.

"That's not the point? What is the point?" You know, image is really important, whether it's internal or external.

In her previous life, she had contacted many netizens who wanted to remain innocent in this world. According to many netizens, they struggled to clean up their browsers before fainting.

Another time, a netizen said that he broke his leg on the stairs and climbed up to his floor to wash his head before going to see a doctor.

Qian Yiman's speech made the little cutie feel even more speechless.

It chuckled, "Master, according to normal logic, shouldn't you ask me what happened to you?"

"Don't worry, this is exactly the second question I want to ask. So tell me, what happened to me?"