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

Old Fang couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed that his words were exposed by the child in just a few words.

However, being a middle-aged man in his fifties or sixties, who had eaten more food than a child had walked, Old Fang, with a smile on his face, began to deceive people.

"Xiao Bei, what are you saying..." Comrade Fang patted Yan Qinbei on the shoulder, his words full of self-affirmation, "Your Uncle Fang is on the right path, do I look like someone who would lie?"

It has to be said, when it comes to shamelessness, you have to look to middle-aged men!

Upon hearing this, Yan Qinbei looked up at him, his face practically screaming "I don't believe it."

Being openly looked down upon by a child, Comrade Lao Fang felt as if he had suffered a thousand points of damage.

"Xiao Bei, what kind of look is that?"

Considering that honesty is a child's best quality, Yan Qinbei decided to tell the truth, "Uncle Fang, you really don't look like..."

"Hey, hey, you silly child..."

Before Comrade Lao Fang could clear his name, reality quickly slapped him in the face again.

“My dad said that when you were little, you stole sweet potatoes from Grandpa Li’s house and cigarettes from Grandpa Fang…”

"Uncle Fang, none of these things you've done are innocent..."

"..."

Yan Qinbei revealed all the embarrassing things he had done as a child, and Old Fang's childhood memories came flooding back, making him feel quite unwell.

He started cursing inwardly, thinking, "Yan Zhengting is such a bad friend. He tells everyone everything. I really made a bad choice in making friends..."

"You little rascal, you've picked up bad habits from your dad..." At this point, Old Fang tried to salvage his image, "Your Uncle Fang was just young and ignorant. Later, I even helped an old lady cross the street..."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Yan Qinbei's lips twitched involuntarily. Helping an old lady cross the road, Uncle Fang really dared to say that.

You know, he doesn't even write essays like that anymore.

Just then, Mother Yan, having prepared the hawthorn water, came out from inside. "Xiao Bei, who's here?"

"Grandma, it's Uncle Fang..."

"Fang Yuan, what brings you here? Come in, come in, come in..."

Old Fang handed the bucket to Mrs. Yan and replied, "Auntie, these are two fish that my dad caught, he asked me to bring them over to you..."

Don't ask why his dad didn't come to deliver it in person; it's because he secretly went fishing behind his mom's back and is now under house arrest.

Unable to resist his mother's warm invitation, Comrade Lao Fang went inside and sat for a while, chatting about everyday matters.

It was almost an hour later when he came out of the Yan family's courtyard.

As he turned the corner, Yan Zhengting immediately spotted the familiar figure and called out, "Old Fang..."

Hearing someone calling his name, Comrade Lao Fang stopped and turned around. Who was this but his good-natured and mischievous brother?

When close friends meet, they always have to tease each other a bit, otherwise their years of friendship would seem too bland.

After exchanging greetings, Qian Yiman went inside first.

Once Qian Yiman's figure disappeared through the gate, Comrade Lao Fang withdrew his gaze, his eyes darting around as he stared at Yan Zhengting.

His words, however, were laced with schadenfreude: "Brother, I heard you made your wife angry?"

Yan Zhengting: "..."

Surprisingly, the old man's information was quite accurate.

"We're perfectly fine, no need for you to worry."

It is impossible to admit it.