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

The next day is Sunday.

In the early morning, the Yan family's yard was quiet and everyone was still asleep.

However, Yan Zhengting still followed his regular schedule over the years and got up early to go jogging.

After he got out of bed, he changed his clothes quietly. Until he left the room, Qian Yiman showed no sign of waking up.

Although it is spring, the air in the north is still a little cool in the early morning.

The trees on both sides of the road have sprouted new branches, and the green color shows the breath of spring. Birds are chirping on the branches, injecting infinite vitality into the new day.

Considering that he had a hungry wife and son at home, after his morning run, Yan Zhengting went to the cafeteria to buy some breakfast to take home.

When he was halfway there, he changed his mind and turned left.

Sometimes I have to sigh that fate is so magical in this world!

When Yan Zhengting reached the fork in the road, he saw a familiar figure walking towards him, getting closer and closer.

Five meters away, Comrade Fang Yuan also spotted Yan Zhengting at the first moment and ran over excitedly, waving at him, "Old Yan!"

"Old Yan!"

"Old Yan..."

"I heard you. I'm not deaf."

He was the one shouting the loudest along the entire road, and Yan Zhengting felt very helpless.

After Fang Yuan came over, he looked at the intersection on the left curiously and asked the question in his mind, "Isn't your house turning this way? What are you doing over there?"

"Let's go another way."

Yan Zhengting said without blushing or beating his heart.

Fang Yuan obviously didn't believe his answer. He began to mutter, "You are tired of this road. You have to change direction..."

"I go first."

Yan Zhengting was not willing to waste the beautiful morning time on such a boring conversation, so he turned around and wanted to leave.

"Hey! Wait, wait, wait a minute..."

"I'll give you one minute. You'd better have something to say..."

"Old Yan, look at the direction you're walking in, and how anxious you look..." Suddenly, Fang Yuan had an idea, "Are you going to pick flowers for your wife again?"

"..."

He was guessed right again. Yan Zhengting sometimes couldn't understand why he always ran into this guy whenever he had something to do, and always got teased by him in the end.

Yan Zhengting ignored his friend's teasing, and immediately spoke out his ultimate move, "I heard that you started taking medicine again recently?"

"Hey, hey, hey, can you please keep your voice down a bit..."

Hit the snake at its most vulnerable part. This time, it was Comrade Fang Yuan's turn to lose his composure.

He looked around and made sure that there was no one else nearby before he felt relieved. He protested in a low voice: "Hey, brother, at least give me some face..."

"gone."

Yan Zhengting left two words, turned around and went to the left. After all, picking flowers for his wife was the most important thing.

However, he took his step back just as he took it out. He raised his hand and patted Fang Yuan on the shoulder, saying in an intriguing tone: "Also, good medicine tastes bitter but is good for the disease. You should drink more..."

"..."

At this moment, Comrade Lao Fang felt the deep malice from this world.

After Yan Zhengting left these words in a sarcastic tone, he left with satisfaction. As he walked on the road, the air seemed to have become a lot fresher.

"Hey! Yan Zhengting..."

It's another day of love and hate between two old friends!