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

Children are simple-minded and cannot understand the depression in their father's heart.

Little girl Fang Xinyao had no interest in what the adults were saying. She stood there looking around, and suddenly her eyes lit up.

He broke free from his father's hand, walked to Qian Yiman, shook her hand, and said softly, "Aunt Qian, there are fireflies over there. Can you accompany me to see them?"

Because the two families had a good relationship and were often close to each other, the little girl was very close to Qian Yiman.

Qian Yiman looked in the direction the little girl pointed, and sure enough, she saw a faint light flashing in the grass in front of her right.

There is little pollution in this era. Fireflies fly freely in the grass and the stars in the night sky are clear and bright.

Not only do the children think it is beautiful, Qian Yiman also likes it.

After saying something to Yan Zhengting, she took Fang Xinyao's hand and walked towards the direction of the fireflies.

The ones who remained there were Comrade Lao Fang, who looked annoyed, and Comrade Yan Zhengting, who seemed to be smiling.

Fang Yuan held his forehead, his head buzzing, "Old Yan, don't hold it in, just laugh if you want to..."

He has already given up hope. It's not the first time he has embarrassed himself in front of his brother. He should just think more positively.

Maybe this won't be the last time.

Upon hearing this, Yan Zhengting's expression did not change.

She just glanced at him and said lightly, "Lao Fang, if you can't get home at night, just come to my house..."

"Really?" Comrade Lao Fang, who was originally looking depressed, suddenly felt warm in his heart after hearing this, "Lao Yan, you really are worthy of being my brother!"

"Good man!"

"Good man!"

Comrade Lao Fang raised his hand and patted Yan Zhengting on the shoulder, expressing his deep emotion and being moved by his good brother's thoughtfulness.

However, it turned out that he was happy too early.

The next second, Yan Zhengting hummed and said, "At night, you can let Fugui come in and sleep."

Comrade Lao Fang vaguely felt that there was something wrong with this conversation.

Before he could ask any questions, Yan Zhengting continued, "You can use its doghouse to sleep for one night..."

Fang Yuan: “…”

Fang Yuan: “????”

Comrade Lao Fang stood there and for a moment he suspected that there was something wrong with his ears.

If he was still doubting whether he had heard wrongly the previous second, he finally faced the reality in the next second.

"If one night is not enough, two nights will do..." Looking at the dumbfounded Lao Fang, Yan Zhengting patted his shoulder, the corners of his mouth rising uncontrollably.

It's quite interesting to see his friend being humiliated.

At the end, Yan Zhengting added, "By the way, don't forget to bring some more meat for Fugui when you come..."

"Old Yan, you, you, you, you, you really make me sad..." Listen, listen, is this human language?

Comrade Lao Fang was not only depressed at this moment, but also wanted to beat his chest and stamp his feet.

The temperature today is around 30 or 40 degrees Celsius. How could his brother say such cold and heartless words?

It's his fault. He trusted this bad friend so easily and moved himself too early.

It turned out to be waiting for him here.

He knew that this was an opportunity to make fun of him, and with Old Yan's sharp tongue, he would not let it go easily.

"We are brothers, and I can't bear to see you living on the streets. Don't be too touched..." Although Comrade Lao Fang has been a bad mouth for decades, someone as sharp-tongued as Yan Zhengting will not hesitate to take the opportunity to criticize his bad friends.

Every time it was a powerful counterattack.

"Thank you so much!" Comrade Lao Fang snorted with a forced smile.

Although people were talking here, Yan Zhengting's mind had already been on Qian Yiman. He would glance at her a few meters away from time to time.

He turned around and said without any politeness: "It's not a big deal, just write it down in a notebook and pay it back later..."

"..."

Comrade Lao Fang thought he was thick-skinned enough, but he didn't expect that his bad friend was even worse than him.

It is no exaggeration to say that Comrade Lao Fang is a walking actor.

When inspiration comes, just act it out.

He covered his chest and said in a rather affected tone: "Old Yan, I was wrong after all..."

"Old Fang!"

At this time, a familiar voice came from behind Lao Fang.

The powerful acting skills were stopped at once, and he turned his head with a guilty conscience.

Mrs. Fang walked towards this side step by step, but there was no smile on her face.

Lao Fang hurriedly went up to him and said flatteringly with a smile: "Wife..."

That smile and that tone were as flattering as they could be.

There was no other way. If he didn't make his wife happy, he would definitely have a hard time tonight.

Even if he didn't have to make do with Fugui's doghouse, he would at least be forced to sleep in his son's room.

He understands, he understands everything.