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

The morning light is dim.

The mist lingering in the air had not completely dissipated, and the morning breeze brushed against my face, carrying a slight chill.

Along the roadside flowerbeds, the grass, trees, and flower branches were still adorned with last night's dewdrops, glistening and translucent...

At this moment, two figures, one tall and one short, ran towards them from a distance.

The little figure following behind was panting heavily, as if it were completely exhausted, and kept crying out for its parents.

"dad……"

"..." No one responded.

The tall figure in front remained unmoved, continuing to run forward without even glancing at him.

"Dad, I can't run anymore..."

Despite saying he couldn't run anymore, the people behind him stomped their feet and reluctantly followed.

The people in front run faster and faster, while the people behind get more and more tired chasing.

I can’t catch up. I can’t catch up at all!

Seeing the distance his father had widened, Yan Qinbei felt like crying. At this speed, even if he had two more legs, he couldn't catch up.

"dad……"

"I can't run anymore..."

"I really can't go on... Dad..."

"..."

There was still no response; the only reply was his elderly father running even faster than before.

At this moment, Yan Qinbei was about to cry out loud, and he missed his warm bed more than ever before.

This morning, I felt so wronged...

However, upholding the belief that a man bleeds but doesn't cry, he wiped the sweat from his face, cheered himself on, and started chasing after them again.

"Dad, wait for me!"

"..." Still, no one answered.

Yan Zhengting didn't need to turn around to know that his eldest son had caught up again. The corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up slightly, and his running speed quietly slowed down...

Before long, Yan Qinbei caught up with his father, and the two ran side by side.

Although he was very tired from running, Yan Qinbei felt a sense of pride in being able to catch up with his father, whom he had always admired.

However, before he could express his pride, his elderly father suddenly sped up, forcing Yan Qinbei to catch up.

How tiring is it for short-legged people to keep up with long-legged people in running?

Yan Qinbei followed his father, panting, unable to understand how he had offended him today.

He turned his head to the side, and complained with a wronged tone, "Dad, what good will it do you to work me to death..."

Upon hearing this, Yan Zhengting finally cast a glance at him, but his tone clearly carried a hint of disdain, "Even a tortoise can run faster than you, what are you tired of?"

The implication is, don't worry, at your snail's pace, you could live for another five hundred years and still not die from exhaustion.

Speechless, Yan Qinbei: "..."

Well, what a beautiful day, starting with a blow from my father.

Yan Qinbei looked up at the sky, speechless and choked with emotion. Who was it that said children have it easy? That they have no worries?

He made a decision in his heart: when he got home, he would definitely tell his mother that his father was bullying the children and favoring his younger brother.

Thinking of this, Yan Qinbei felt like he had been injected with chicken blood, and his legs felt strong again, so he kept rushing forward.

Run! Hurry home and run into your mother's arms!

However, his idea was good, but reality taught him a lesson.

After my run, my dad dragged me to the cafeteria to buy breakfast.

After buying breakfast, the father and son left through the window.

I ran into an acquaintance as soon as I reached the cafeteria entrance.

Comrade Lao Fang walked towards them carrying a lunchbox and immediately noticed the dark circles under Yan Zhengting's eyes.

I had a vague feeling that I had discovered some secret.

Instantly, a gossipy glint appeared in Old Fang's eyes. "Oh, so early today? Didn't you sleep well last night?"

"My dad..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yan Zhengting interrupted him, "Yan Qinbei, children shouldn't interrupt adults..."

Yan Qinbei: “…”

Comrade Lao Fang: "..."

He was certain that this guy's strong reaction meant something was fishy.