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

The morning light sneaked in through the gap in the curtains, and the light and shadows were scattered on the floor. The breeze gently blew up the curtains, bringing a slight coolness, awakening a new day.

The person sleeping soundly on the bed turned over, subconsciously reached out to touch the side, found it was empty, and then immediately opened his eyes.

Qian Yiman stared at the place where Yan Zhengting had been lying for a while, then she took the watch from the bedside table and checked the time.

No wonder he got up early at this time.

He casually put his watch on the bedside, then jumped up from the bed. The first thing he did after getting out of bed was to open the curtains to greet the morning sunshine and breeze.

She stood by the window and stuck her head out, looking at the green leaves and new sprouts in the yard, and couldn't help but take a few breaths of fresh air.

The chaotic feeling in my mind just after waking up seemed to have a place to go at this moment, disappearing without a trace, leaving only a refreshed feeling.

Only after absorbing the spiritual energy of the heaven, earth, sun and moon did Qian Yiman feel willing to leave the window.

Considering that a teacher would be visiting her home today, Qian Yiman specially picked out a set of clothes that she had only worn once to show her appreciation. This was a gift that Yan Zhengting brought back for her on his last business trip to the south.

After putting on my clothes, I always feel that my wrists are empty, as if something is missing.

Oh, I forgot my watch.

Qian Yiman turned and walked towards the bed, inadvertently catching a glimpse of the pink on the bedside table.

It was a peony flower, pink and tender, and looked very cute.

Those were the peonies that she and Yan Zhengting had planted in the yard. After being married for so many years, whenever they had time, they would plant all kinds of flowers, vegetables, and fruits in the yard.

And she would always receive flowers from him when she woke up every morning. Sometimes they were flowers from the yard, sometimes they were wild flowers picked outside, sometimes they were flowers folded from paper, and sometimes they were flowers carved from ice...

However, as the seasons change, no matter what flower it is, there is a small note underneath, and the content on the note is different every day.

Maybe it was a simple reminder for her to remember to eat breakfast, or maybe it was some sweet words that made her heart beat faster.

All in all, every day is like opening a small blind box.

Qian Yiman walked over and sat down beside the bed, gently touching the delicate and beautiful petals, and then picked up the small note and read the words on it:

I have a special liking for someone - among millions of people.

Qian Yiman's mouth corners couldn't help but slowly rise up, even she didn't notice it.

This man has treated her the same way for ten years.

From the beginning to the end, not only the care and love remain consistent, but also the romance and sense of ritual in life remain consistent.

So, how can life be the same no matter who you are?

Qian Yiman secretly felt happy for a while when looking at the small note and the peonies. Then she stood up and put the peonies in the vase on the desk and kept the small note safely in her small box.

Because these are her treasures...

Qian Yiman walked out of the bedroom and saw her strict father instructing his two children in playing chess in the living room, while her strict mother was watching with great interest.

"Manman is up." Yan's mother noticed her the first time, with a kind and gentle smile on her face, "Breakfast is warming in the pot, go wash your face and eat..."

"Okay, thanks mom, I'll be right there."

Qian Yiman brushed her teeth and washed her face as quickly as possible, tied herself into a beautiful hairstyle, turned around twice in the mirror, checked herself front and back, and only walked out of the bathroom with peace of mind after making sure that everything was fine.

When she arrived at the kitchen, Yan's mother was helping her serve breakfast.

Qian Yiman quickly went up to take it, "Mom, I'm such a grown-up, and you're still worrying about me..."

"Of course not. No matter how old a child is, he is always a child in his parents' hearts..."

"Mom, you are so kind to me."

"Silly child, I treat you as my daughter. If I don't treat you well, who else can I treat well..."

"..."

Suddenly, a wave of emotion came over me.

The part that was missing in the previous life was smoothed out bit by bit by Yan Zhengting and his family in this life, and gradually blossomed in the sun.