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

Today, the Yan family courtyard has four generations living together, and it is so lively.

Neighbors passing by the door could hear laughter coming from the house from time to time, and they all sighed that the family had a great relationship, unlike other families who quarreled and had conflicts every other day.

There is really no comparison between people.

The Yan family in the house were drinking tea and chatting, unaware that they were being envied by their neighbors again and again.

Yan Qinbei was playing chess with his younger brother, but it was obvious that he was distracted. If you didn't know better, you would think there were nails growing on the chair.

Noticing something was wrong, Yan Qinnan glanced up at him and asked, "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

As he was speaking, he ate another of his seeds.

"I was wondering..." Yan Qinbei frowned and looked out the window, "Why hasn't the teacher come yet..."

At this moment, he felt complicated. He wanted the teacher to come quickly, but he also didn't want her to come.

However, after careful consideration, it is better to come earlier.

If he sticks his head out, he will be killed; if he hides his head, he will also be killed. This will allow him to be freed sooner.

After all, this feeling of being restless right now is not pleasant, not pleasant...

As a model student in the eyes of his teachers, Yan Qinnan naturally could not understand his brother's troubles.

He tried to persuade her, "Brother, don't worry, the teacher will come eventually, it doesn't matter if it's earlier or later..."

Yan Qinbei thought of the difference in grades between the two of them, sighed softly, and began to half-seriously and half-pretend to be deep, "You don't understand, you won't understand..."

“Is it that complicated?”

"Yes, human beings' joys and sorrows are not the same..."

Yan Qinnan: When did his brother start to take the profound route?

Qian Yiman: When did this brat learn these words from her?

What should come is always coming.

Half an hour later, there was a knock on the door outside.

After hearing the noise, Yan Qinbei sat up straight and turned his eyes to the window, looking a little nervous.

Seeing this, everyone started to cover their mouths and laugh in tacit understanding.

Qian Yiman, the biological mother, was no exception. She walked to the door, pressed the corners of her mouth, revealed a standard smile, and then reached out to open the door.

The person standing outside was indeed Yan Qinbei's class teacher.

"Hello, Mr. Sun."

"Hello, Yan Qinbei's mother."

"Teacher Sun, please come in, please come in..."

Yan Qinbei’s head teacher is a female teacher in her forties. She wears a pair of glasses and has a gentle temperament, which fits the elegant image of a teacher very well.

Qian Yiman welcomed them into the room. Yan Qinbei was quite knowledgeable and came over to greet the teacher immediately.

Teacher Sun smiled and touched his head. In fact, she liked this child very much, but he was a little naughty.

Teacher Sun admitted that she usually faced many students and their parents, but at this moment she felt a little at a loss.

Originally, she thought that only Yan Qinbei's parents would be at home, but unexpectedly, there was a room full of people standing in front of her, from the child's grandparents to her niece...

Everyone entertained her warmly and gave her food and drinks.

Teacher Sun was sitting on the sofa, and for a moment she felt that the person being visited at home was not Yan Qinbei, but herself.

For the first time in my life, I felt the emotion of tension in a student's home.

Especially Yan Qinbei's father and grandfather, even though they just sat there and said very little, the invisible sense of oppression still could not be ignored.

Teacher Sun thought, I'd better finish my talk and leave as it's getting a bit stressful staying in this place for too long.

This also led to the fact that the problems that Qian Yiman and Yan Qinbei were worried about did not occur.

During the conversation with the parents, Teacher Sun didn't say a word of nonsense and only focused on the key points.

"Yan Qinbei's mother, I came here this time to tell you about Yan Qinbei's school..."

After Teacher Sun informed Yan Qinbei’s parents about his academic performance at school, he encouraged Yan Qinbei to study hard in the future, and then stood up and said goodbye.

When she was leaving, Qian Yiman and Yan's mother enthusiastically invited her to have dinner with them, but she politely declined.

"Goodbye, Teacher Sun..."

"goodbye……"

The moment he walked out of the Yan family's yard, Teacher Sun suddenly felt that his breathing became much easier.

I thought to myself, I should let Teacher Lin do this home visit in the future.

After sending the teacher into the house, Yan Qinbei asked his mother, "Mom, why does Teacher Sun look so anxious?"

"I think so too. It's a bit weird..." Qian Yiman paused and teased him deliberately, "Are you reluctant to leave? How about I go and call the teacher back now?"

Yan Qinbei shuddered with fear and quickly pushed his mother inside, "No, no, no, please don't, I was just saying that casually..."

"Hahahahaha..."