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

After making nutritious soup and feeding the child breakfast, Yan's mother asked Yan's father to take care of her grandson at home.

Then, holding soup in one hand and holding Yan Qinbei's child in the other, he went out to catch the bus.

Fortunately, the bus stop is right at the gate of the family compound, so it doesn't take long to get there. Otherwise, the little guy probably wouldn't be able to walk that far just by relying on his two short legs.

This was the first bus, it was still early, and there were not many people on the bus.

Yan's mother found a seat by the window and sat down. Yan Qinbei's child lay on the window, full of curiosity about the world outside the window.

The next second, he transformed into Ten Thousand Whys.

At first, Yan’s mother could barely answer. Later, the little guy's imagination became bigger and bigger. Yan's mother really didn't know what to say, so she could only deal with it.

The car was driving on the road, and the scenery outside the window was receding rapidly.

In the car, the grandfather and grandson answered questions and the atmosphere was very warm. Occasionally, the laughter of Yan Qinbei's child could be heard.

In the hospital ward.

Yesterday, Qian Yiman knew that Yan's mother would come with her son today, so she got up early.

After washing, he mixed a basin of warm water with it and brought it to the bedside. He twisted the towel and carefully wiped Yan Zhengting's face.

In the past, it was this man who took care of her and doted on her most of the time. Now it was her turn to take care of him.

After returning from pouring the water, Qian Yiman sat by the bed and told Yan Zhengting interesting stories about the children while he was away from home.

Yan Zhengting took her soft hand in his, curled his lips, and listened quietly. He liked her very much when she told him these trivial things at home.

This is the family of the two of them. Whether it is firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, tea, or the big and small things that happened to the children when they were growing up, they all seem to him to be a simple and happy existence.

The two of them were about to say something more when they heard the door being opened.

"Mommy mommy!……"

Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of Yan Qinbei's children running.

When the little guy saw his mother in front of him, he happily rushed toward her and hugged her thigh to express his longing for her.

As for the old father lying flat on the bed, the little guy didn't even see it.

Qian Yiman missed his son dearly after not seeing him for many days.

She picked up the little guy and put him on her lap, touched his little head tenderly, and said with a smile, "Why did we, Xiaobei, get up so early today?"

As soon as Qian Yiman finished speaking, Yan Qinbei, a child, raised his head from his mother's arms, his little face full of grievances.

Smelling the familiar fragrance of his mother, he couldn't help but his eyes turned red, and he flattened his mouth and complained: "Mom is bad..."

Thinking that during this period, his favorite parents were not at home, the sadness in the little guy's heart expanded infinitely.

With her big innocent eyes open, the golden peas started to fall...

He looked at Qian Yiman with a pair of big black grape eyes, crying silently, and sobbing from time to time.

But Qian Yiman, an old mother, felt very distressed.

She felt sour in her heart, and she hugged her son and began to coax her, "It's the mother who is bad. Xiaobei, please forgive her mother..."

"Mom didn't mean it..."

While wiping the child's tears, Qian Yiman kept coaxing him, with a tone of distress and tenderness.

With his mother holding him like this and coaxing him so softly, the child Yan Qinbei couldn't bear it anymore, opened his mouth and started crying.

It's like I want to release all the grievances I've felt during this period.

The little guy was crying like this, it seemed like he was really sad this time.

Qian Yiman coaxed him for a while but couldn't calm down.

Seeing Yan Zhengting lying on the hospital bed, she wiped the tears of the crying little guy again, then grabbed his little finger and pointed to the bed.

He smiled slightly and said, "Xiao Bei, look, dad is back. Don't you miss dad the most..."