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

"Woooo..."

With a loud whistle, the train slowly pulled into the station and stopped.

As the door opened, passengers carrying large and small bags walked through the narrow aisle and got off the bus one after another.

Qian Yiman withdrew her gaze, sat by the window and looked out.

The platform was bustling with people, not only those who couldn't wait to leave the station, but also many people waving goodbye...

Although it was a very ordinary scene, Qian Yiman couldn't take her eyes away for a moment and even began to feel sad.

In fact, life is like a train that keeps moving forward. The scenery along the way is different, the stations along the way are countless, and some people get off and some get on...

In an instant, the familiar feeling of loneliness from her previous life surged into her heart, and Qian Yiman felt a sour pain in her heart.

At this moment, I suddenly miss Yan Zhengting. I want to hide in his warm arms and smell his reassuring scent...

After a brief stop of a few minutes, the train headed off into the distance again along the railway.

A new passenger got on the berth opposite Qian Yiman. He was a young man in his twenties. He wore a pair of glasses and looked very gentle.

When the young man came up, he saw Qian Yiman sitting by the window. He was stunned and his eyes stayed on her for two seconds before moving away.

However, Qian Yiman was looking out the window at this moment, feeling sad about the passing of time and thinking about Yan Zhengting and the children, and did not notice any of this.

The young man put his luggage away and opened a book to read. However, he found that he could not concentrate today and always wanted to secretly glance at the girl opposite him.

In the past few years, his family has always tried to introduce girls to him, but he has never liked any of them. His parents got anxious and asked him what kind of girl he liked, but he couldn't give a clear answer at the time.

But now he knew that he liked the girl in front of him just like this.

After he repeatedly stole glances at her, Qian Yiman, no matter how slow she was, could sense that something was wrong. She turned around suddenly and found that the young man opposite her was staring at her.

Seeing that he was caught by the real owner, the young man immediately showed a bit of embarrassment on his face. He closed the book in his hand, smiled at Qian Yiman with red ears.

Then, I mustered up the courage to greet her, "Hello."

"Hello."

Seeing that the other party secretly glanced at her a few times but did not show any obscene look, Qian Yiman did not take it too seriously.

Seeing that she had no intention of talking to her, the young man felt embarrassed to say anything more even if he wanted to strike up a conversation with her. He thought it would be better not to be too abrupt so as not to scare her.

In the following time, Qian Yiman mostly read books in her seat. When she got tired of reading, she would eat and drink water, and look into the distance, as she heard that this was good for eyesight.

Before I knew it, the sun was setting slowly, and the sky outside the window was filled with sunset glow...

She raised her wrist and glanced at the time on her watch, feeling relieved, knowing that she would arrive at the station in another twenty minutes.

After smelling all kinds of odors in the train for two days, Qian Yiman felt her head becoming a little dizzy, and she especially missed the speed of high-speed rail decades later.

However, there is not much time to reminisce right now, so let's pack our luggage first.

She unzipped the bag and carefully put the water bottle and books in. Then she checked again to make sure nothing was left behind.

"Hello, comrade." Seeing Qian Yiman packing her luggage and getting ready to get off the bus, the young man was a little anxious and blurted out what was in his mind, "Can I have your contact information?"

Qian Yiman: "..." Is this considered being hit on?

But whether it is true or not, it has nothing to do with her.

Qian Yiman refused without any hesitation: "Sorry, it's not convenient."

Hearing this, the young man opposite was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect her to say it so directly, "You..."

The train arrived at the station at this time.

Phew...finally arrived at the destination.

Qian Yiman didn't even look at the expression on the face of the person she rejected. She just picked up her luggage bag as quickly as possible and left without looking back.

The young man was left in the carriage, feeling sad...