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

Her thoughts drifted back to decades ago, and Yan's mother began to recall: "It doesn't matter. Your dad is seven years older than me. He didn't like to play with me when I was a child. He thought I was a crybaby and thought I was troublesome... "

Speaking of this, there was an unconcealable smile on her face, probably because she was thinking of something interesting from her childhood.

"What happened next? What happened next?"

"That happened when I grew up. One day he suddenly ran up to me and said he wanted to marry me. But the next day, he brought his parents to the door to propose marriage..." Then the two elders talked. They were very happy and decided on their marriage on the spot.

Thinking of what happened that day, Yan's mother was still very helpless.

As Qian Yiman listened, she felt that her father-in-law was a bit aggressive, so she asked, "Then you just agreed?"

"What if that's not the case? In our era, it was all about the parents' orders and the words of matchmakers..."

I got engaged in a daze, and got married in a daze.

It's not like now, where people usually find a partner first and then get married.

After listening, Qian Yiman suddenly realized that no wonder her father-in-law was able to marry her mother-in-law. It turned out that those who were near the water came first.

At this time, Yan Zhengting came in from the door carrying a boiling water bottle.

"What are you talking about?"

Qian Yiman answered first: "I was asking my parents how they met and got married before..."

Yan Zhengting is not interested in these gossips.

He poured a glass of hot water and handed it to her, and said warmly: "Drink some water."

Then, he turned sideways and said to Yan's mother: "Mom, I just met a comrade when I went to turn on the water. He is going back to the compound later. You can go back with him."

Since I couldn't have a good rest in the hospital, it was better for my mother to go home and sleep at night.

"How can this be done? How can you take care of it by yourself? I won't go back." Yan's mother refused without thinking.

"Mom, I can take good care of Manman and the child. You can rest assured that you can go home and sleep. Come back during the day..."

Later, no matter what Yan Zhengting tried to persuade, Yan's mother was still unwilling to go back.

She was worried about having a newborn baby who had to be fed and peeed at the same time.

Looking at the stalemate between mother and son, Qian Yiman smiled and said, "Mom, there's nothing going on here. You really should go home and sleep first at night."

"Like this, you go home and go to bed first. Get up tomorrow and stew some chicken soup, cook some food and bring it over..."

Hearing Qian Yiman talk about chicken soup, Yan's mother's determination began to waver.

"Mom, don't hesitate. The food in the hospital can't be as good as what you cook..." Seeing her hesitation, Qian Yiman added fuel to the fire and continued to persuade: "And , I’ll feel more at ease when you go back and take care of Xiaobei.”

Although Yan's father can take care of his children, he is definitely not as careful and considerate as Yan's mother.

Besides, if you have your own man with you at night, there is no need to tie your mother-in-law with you.

"Okay, I'll come back during the day." Yan's mother thought for a moment and finally agreed.

My daughter-in-law has just given birth to a baby, so nourishing soups and water are indispensable.

She was indeed not particularly relieved that her grandson was being taken care of by the old man at home.

Half an hour later, Yan Zhengting's comrades found the ward. After talking for a while, they took Yan's mother back to the compound.

After closing the door, Yan Zhengting picked up the water bottle and poured some hot water out.

Then, he twisted a hot towel and sat on the bedside to help Qian Yiman wipe his face and hands. She had sweated so much when she gave birth, and now she must be sticky and uncomfortable.

The man's movements were light and gentle, fearing that too much force would hurt her.

Qian Yiman enjoyed his careful care and felt very sweet.

......

On the other side, Yan's mother returned to the family compound.

As soon as I walked into the yard, I heard my grandson crying.

She took out her key, opened the door and walked in.

Orange lights sprinkled on the floor, forming patches of mottled light and shadow.

The child Yan Qinbei sat on his grandfather's lap, his tears falling like broken beads, and he kept shouting, "I want mom, I want mom, dad, dad..."

When the little guy cried, Father Yan felt very sad.

He looked at the little guy, and for a moment he didn't know how to comfort this crying grandson.

"Xiao Bei, your mother gave birth to a little brother, and your father is staying with her in the hospital and will be back in two days. Sister, can you play with toys with you first?" Yan Jingqiu stood in front of him and coaxed softly, trying to distract her brother. attention.

The child Yan Qinbei did not stop crying, but now he cried even louder.

She glanced at her grandfather helplessly. The father thought for a while, took the little guy and found a small rubber ball from the toy box, and gently placed it in front of the little guy.

"Xiao Bei, what do you think this is?" Grandpa asked, pointing to the little ball.

Yan Qinbei, a child, glanced at the little ball with tears in his eyes. He was unmoved and continued to cry.

Yan's mother came over, wiped her grandson's tears, hugged him and continued to coax him, "Our Xiaobei is the bravest, isn't he? Mom and dad will be back in two days, and they even said they would bring new toys for Xiaobei. ....."

Yan Qinbei's child's crying became slightly quieter, but he still didn't stop crying.

Yan Jingqiu picked up the ball on the ground and patted it gently in front of her brother. The little ball bounced on the floor, making a "bang, bang, bang" sound.

The little guy was attracted by the ball in his sister's hand, and his crying gradually became weaker. His big wet eyes stared at the little ball curiously.

But when Yan Jingqiu invited him to play together, he refused again.

Seeing that her grandson's mood had eased, Yan's mother took a children's storybook from the coffee table, opened it, and placed it in front of the little guy.

He said, "Xiao Bei, grandma, let me tell you a story."

The child Yan Qinbei opened a page of the storybook at random. Yan's mother looked at the words and comments on it and began to tell him a story.

"A long time ago, there was a little rabbit in the forest. One day it met a turtle at the foot of the mountain..."

Yan's mother told her grandson the story in the book in a gentle voice. The little boy was so fascinated that he gradually forgot to cry.

In this way, Yan's father, Yan's mother and Yan Jingqiu played with the little guy with toys for two hours, during which time they also told him one children's story after another from the book.

As time passed, Yan Qinbei's mood gradually stabilized and he no longer dropped golden beans.

The hands pointed to ten o'clock, and the little guy felt sleepy and fell asleep in Yan's mother's arms.

Father Yan went to the bathroom, twisted out a towel, and gently wiped the little guy's face. Then he fetched a basin of warm water and washed his little hands and feet.

The child was already asleep and it was not easy to give him a bath. I could only simply wash his face and feet.

Mother Yan carried the little guy back to the bedroom and put him on the crib.

Yan's father and Yan's mother looked at their grandson's peaceful sleeping face, and their hearts were filled with relief. The two of them breathed a sigh of relief, finally coaxing the little guy to sleep. It was not easy.

At this time, Yan Jingqiu came in from outside the door and asked softly: "Grandma, is Xiaobei asleep?"

Yan's mother lowered her voice and replied: "Well, go and wash up and go to bed early. Grandma will go to the hospital to deliver meals tomorrow morning. Then you can help grandpa take care of Xiaobei..."

"it is good."

After saying that, Yan Jingqiu went back to her room to get a change of clothes, went to the bathroom, washed up as quickly as possible, and then lay down on the bed to sleep.