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

Family compound, Yan family living room.

"Grandpa, let's go, let's go..."

Yan Qinbei, a child, couldn't stay at home. He kept moaning and asked his grandfather to go outside to play.

It was freezing outside, but Yan's father did not immediately agree to his request. Instead, he said lovingly, "Then Xiaobei will ask his mother. Only if she agrees."

Hearing this, child Yan Qinbei let go of his grandfather's hand and ran to his mother on his short legs, "Mom, Mom, Beibei, let's go play..."

The little guy is less than two years old and has insufficient vocabulary, so he makes up for it with gestures. He stretched out his finger, pointed at his grandfather, and then pointed out the window, trying hard to make his mother understand what he meant.

Having just heard the conversation between their grandfather and grandson, Qian Yiman knew that this little guy wanted to run outside.

"Then Beibei go play with grandpa." She helped her son straighten his collar, agreed with a smile, and then thanked Yan's father, "Dad, thank you for your hard work."

"What's so hard about this? Those old men all envy me for having a grandson to take care of." Father Yan waved his hand, put a hat on the little guy and carried him out of the yard.

Qian Yiman went back to the room to check on his youngest son and saw that he was still asleep, so he sat at the desk and started writing a shopping list.

After checking it to make sure there was nothing wrong, I took a pen and notebook to the living room, ready to make some additions.

Yan Jingqiu, a little girl who has always been very well-behaved and sensible, is helping Yan's mother roll the yarn ball.

The golden sunlight shines gently through the window on the sofa in the living room. It is warm and bright, and the picture is very warm.

Qian Yiman walked to sit on the sofa opposite his grandfather and grandson and asked, "Mom, Zhengting and I are going to the city the day after tomorrow. Is there anything you want to buy?"

Tomorrow is Yan Zhengting's official day off. She has to list all the things she wants to buy in advance to avoid leaving something behind.

"Mom doesn't have anything special to buy. You two can just buy something you like and come back." There was a bamboo basket on Yan's mother's lap, filled with colorful wool. Yan Jingqiu helped her support the wool, and then Yan's mother skillfully rolled up the wool.

The older generation really didn't have any special requirements for material things, so Qian Yiman no longer forced himself.

She thought to herself that she would buy new clothes for her parents-in-law when the time comes.

Since I asked Yan's mother, I can't be too kind and forget Yan Jingqiu.

She asked: "Jingqiu, what about you? Is there anything you want?"

Yan Jingqiu looked towards her and replied with a smile: "Aunt Qian, I don't want anything in particular. I have everything..."

"You don't want new clothes? You don't want delicious food either?" Qian Yiman reminded warmly.

"Well, no, I have a lot of new clothes, and there are a lot of food at home." Yan Jingqiu still shook her head. There were many beautiful clothes in her wardrobe, many of which were still very new.

Aunt Qian bought several sets for her. Sometimes she would buy herself a set of beautiful clothes that were popular around her, which made her classmates envious.

Yan Jingqiu also refused, saying it was too wasteful.

But in the end they were all rejected by Qian Yiman. Her reason for rejection was that girls should be rich, and she also instilled some great principles.

"Okay, then I'll buy it myself." Qian Yiman said helplessly.

Let's also buy her a new set of clothes by then. This is the most appropriate gift for the Chinese New Year.

She thought, there shouldn't be any children who don't like to wear new clothes during the New Year, right?

The memory goes back to her previous life. When she was a child, she especially hoped to receive a new dress during the Chinese New Year, but conditions did not allow it.

Therefore, when she grew up, she would buy herself a new set of clothes every Chinese New Year to make up for the shortcomings of her childhood.

Since there was nothing to add, Qian Yiman closed the book and put it aside, and simply sat there and watched them curl the yarn balls.

Yan's mother was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed reading glasses, her eyes were slightly narrowed, but her hands were moving very quickly.

"I used to help my grandma curl yarn like this when I was a kid. Unknowingly, decades have passed by. Time flies so fast..." She kept moving her hands while telling the two about her childhood. time thing.

Qian Yiman liked to listen to the stories of the older generation, and he and Yan Jingqiu would interject a few words from time to time. The laughter of the three of them echoed in the living room.

Talking and laughing, time passed quickly and unknowingly, and the wool ball in Yan's mother's hand gradually rolled into a big ball.