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

During this special time period on weekends, there are always a lot of people going to watch movies.

After the movie ended, everyone rushed out.

"Who stepped on me..."

"Don't squeeze..."

In the crowd, you push me and I push you, and there are all kinds of noises.

Seeing this, Yan Zhengting frowned slightly, opened his arms and protected Qian Yiman to his chest, keeping a safe distance for her.

Under the protection of her man, Qian Yiman left the cinema smoothly without losing a single hair.

"It's only half past one now, let's go for a walk in front..."

It was still early, and Qian Yiman thought about taking a walk in the park not far ahead. The two of them hadn't been to a park for a long time.

The winter in Kyoto is very cold. Although it is the weekend, there are very few people going to the park. Yan Zhengting and Qian Yiman are the only two people there.

Qian Yiman forgot to bring gloves when she went out, and her hands were a little stiff from the cold. She blew air into her mouth, trying to warm them up.

Yan Zhengting felt annoyed when he saw this. How could he have forgotten such an important thing as gloves when he went out?

He immediately held his wife's hand in his own big hand, rubbing her hands and blowing hot air on them, his whole body was very focused.

Qian Yiman looked up at the person in front of her, and her thoughts went back to the scene when they first watched a movie many years ago.

It’s very similar to now, but also different.

Qian Yiman smiled, her eyes sparkling, "Do you remember the first time we went to the movies?"

Yan Zhengting answered without hesitation: "Yes, I remember."

How could he forget the girl he fell in love with at first sight? He remembered everything that happened between them over the years.

"At that time, there were a lot of people after the movie, and you helped me..." Qian Yiman thought of the past, and the arc of her mouth became bigger and bigger. "It was winter at that time, and I didn't say anything. You went to the store and bought me a pair of gloves..."

"And it's bright red..."

Thinking back to those scenes now, Qian Yiman felt as if it were a lifetime ago. In fact, only ten years had passed.

"I didn't think too much about it at that time, and I didn't choose a special color. When I saw that your hands were a little red from the cold, I wanted to put the gloves on you as soon as possible..." Speaking of those memories, Yan Zhengting's face showed a faint smile, which was a recollection of the past.

Qian Yiman suddenly seemed to think of something and sighed, "At that time, I didn't even dare to hold hands. I would feel embarrassed if I accidentally touched someone's hand..."

"Now I dare..." As he spoke, Yan Zhengting smiled and raised her hand, which had warmed up again, then put it in his pocket and continued walking forward with her.

Qian Yiman let him hold her hand and put it in her pocket, and the two walked side by side.

She looked around and confirmed that no one was around. Then she said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Comrade Yan Zhengting, you dare to do more than just hold hands. You dare to do so many more things now..."

"Of course, now you are my wife..."

When he said this, Yan Zhengting's face revealed a hint of pride and his tone was full of satisfaction.

Seeing the man so happy, Qian Yiman's mood also improved, and she began to joke, "How can you be so lucky to marry a wife like me who is perfect in every way..."

Yan Zhengting heard this and said, "Hmm," "I think, maybe it's because I did some good deeds in my previous life, so I have to do more good deeds in this life, and try to marry you in the next life..."

These words come from my heart, without any falsehood.

In Yan Zhengting's heart, Qian Yiman is naturally good in every way, and can be said to be perfect.

After glancing around and still finding no one around, Qian Yiman stood on tiptoes and gave the man a quick kiss on the face.

"It is my blessing to meet you in this life..."

It’s only after I met you that I have a home and lots of love.

If we can meet again in the next life, I hope we can still be together...