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

"The east is red, the sun is rising..."

In the kitchen, the strict father was wearing an apron and rolling up his sleeves, humming a song while processing his big fat fish.

The knife came down quickly and decisively.

Yan's mother pulled Qian Yiman and hid at the kitchen door, laughing secretly.

She has been married to the old man for so many years, and the number of times she has heard him sing can be counted on one hand. It seems that he is really happy today.

"Mom, this is the first time I've heard Dad sing..." Qian Yiman pulled at the kitchen door frame, took a peek inside, and said in a low voice, "Dad is really having a great time today..."

"That's right..." Yan's mother nodded with a smile, "Your father and I have been married for most of our lives, and I have only heard of it a few times..."

"It seems I'm really blessed with hearing today..."

"Come on, let's talk outside so he won't find out..."

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law came secretly, and left quietly not long after.

However, this was just what they thought was done secretly. In fact, the strict father in the kitchen had already noticed what they were doing from the very beginning.

But he was busy killing fish and didn't hear anything else.

Yan Zhengting was away on a business trip, so Qian Yiman lived with her parents-in-law and her two children. When she came, she brought Fugui with her.

in the living room.

Little boy Yan Qinnan was sitting on a small stool, reading a book intently. Fugui was lying at his feet. He would reach out and touch the dog's head from time to time, his movements very gently.

Fugui half-closed his eyes and looked like he was about to fall asleep.

One person and one dog, the picture is quite warm and beautiful.

Qian Yiman stood not far away and watched the scene quietly without making a sound to disturb them.

She subconsciously raised her hand and touched her neck, trying to find her precious camera.

Qian Yiman likes to take pictures wherever she goes. This time she brought her camera with her, but left it in her bedroom on the second floor.

She didn't think much about it, she just felt that she should record the scene before her.

Then, she walked towards the stairs, her steps very lightly.

When she came down from upstairs again, she was still holding a camera in her hand. It was a gift that Yan Zhengting bought for her shortly after they got married.

Now it looks like it has shown signs of aging.

Yan Zhengting wanted to buy her a new and better camera many times, but Qian Yiman refused every time, without exception.

Because this camera means something different to her. In her heart, it will always be a treasure and irreplaceable.

Qian Yiman found a suitable angle.

She snapped at the man and the dog in front of her.

The warm scene in the living room is forever frozen in this moment.

The sound attracted the attention of the two protagonists in the photo. The man and the dog turned their heads at the same time and stared at her in confusion.

As if to say, why are you taking pictures of me?

Are we somewhere beautiful?

Qian Yiman didn't explain, but took another picture of this cute scene, then smiled and shook the precious camera in her hand.

"I just suddenly wanted to take a photo. My hands were itching, hehehe..."

Yan Qinnan: “…”

Mom is acting weird today.

Fugui: "..."

Today's hostess smiled foolishly.

After fooling around, Qian Yiman walked briskly back to the second floor, opened the drawer and carefully placed the camera.

I have taken a lot of photos recently. It seems I need to find time to go to the photo studio and have the photos developed.