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

After lunch, the family sat in the living room, eating the pears that Qian Yiman and Yan Zhengting brought back, and started chatting about all sorts of things.

Since the next day was Monday, those who had to go to work had to go to work, and those who had to go to school had to go to school.

Before it got dark, Yan Zhengting took his wife and children and prepared to go back.

He opened the passenger door and let Qian Yiman get in first, while he waited on the side, still worriedly telling her to be careful not to hit her head.

Little kids Yan Qinbei and Yan Qinnan had long been accustomed to their old father's different treatment and didn't think it was a big deal at all. In the end, they were helped by their sister and climbed onto the back seat steadily.

After the children sat firmly in their seats, the two little ones leaned on the car windows to look out, and the next second their grandmother appeared in front of them.

Mother Yan ran towards us, waving her hands and shouting:

"Zhengting!"

"Manman!"

"Etc., etc......"

Upon hearing his mother's voice, Yan Zhengting withdrew his hand that had just touched the driver's door.

Before he could ask what was going on, Qian Yiman, who was sitting in the passenger seat, stuck her head out of the car window and asked with concern, "Mom, don't worry, what's wrong?"

Yan's mother stopped by the car window, handed the things in her hand into the car, and said: Manman, "I almost forgot to bring this tea for you. When you return to Hangzhou, bring it to your parents, and by the way, say hello to your father and me..."

"Mom, you don't have to be so polite. You and Dad can keep it for yourselves."

Both my parents-in-law love drinking tea, especially my father-in-law, so Qian Yiman declined.

"How much can your father and I drink? We still have a lot at home, take it quickly." Without saying much, Yan's mother put the tea leaves directly on Qian Yiman's seat, demonstrating the excellent level of an old lady pushing things.

Finally, he took two steps back, waved his hand and said to Yan Zhengting and Qian Yiman: "Okay, I'm fine now, you guys should leave quickly while the visibility is better in the morning..."

Under his mother's urging gaze, Yan Zhengting opened the car door and got into the driver's seat, ready to go back at any time.

"Mom, let's go first and come to see you guys on the weekend..."

"Grandma, we're leaving first. You and Grandpa should take good care of yourselves at home..."

"Okay, grandma got it. You also have to eat well and study hard, and listen to your parents and sister at home..."

"Okay, bye grandma..."

If you keep talking like this, you won’t be able to get home before dark.

Yan Zhengting said something to his mother, stepped on the accelerator, and the car drove away from the gate of the Yan family's courtyard.

Yan's mother stood there waving her hands, watching their car going farther and farther away until it disappeared, feeling a little reluctant.

She closed the gate and went into the house.

On the sofa, the strict father was reading a newspaper in one hand and drinking tea from a cup in the other, looking more comfortable than anyone else.

Seeing that Yan's mother didn't seem to be in a good mood, he immediately put down the newspaper in his hand and asked in confusion: "What are you doing? Why are you so distraught?"

"Alas..." Yan's mother sighed and answered, "It was so lively in the morning and at noon, and the house was so lively. Now that they are all gone, I feel a little empty in my heart..."

"I see you're just not used to having too much free time. How about I go out for a walk with you?"

In fact, the strict father also felt a little empty in his heart, but he was embarrassed to admit it.

No one knows a man better than his wife. And the next second, his true feelings were ruthlessly exposed by his strict mother.

I only heard her say bluntly: "Old man, don't just blame me, I think you think no less than me..."

"...Yes, there is a little bit." The strict father turned his head away uncomfortably, trying to be stubborn.

Hearing this, Yan's mother laughed out loud, and the lost expression on her face disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The strict father took a sip of the teacup and continued with emotion: "But the children have grown up and have to learn to fly on their own..."

"We have our own lives, and they will have their own lives..."