Xiao Yang's home lives on the fifth floor. This kind of old-fashioned building is up to the fifth floor.

The light in the living room was on, and it seemed that Zheng Yuerou hadn't slept yet. Because Xiao Yang sometimes lives in other people's dormitories at school, occasionally he doesn't go home once or twice, and Zheng Yuerou won't worry.

Bang Bang Bang.

Zheng Yuerou was knitting a sweater for Xiao Yang in the living room when she heard a knock on the door and put down what she was doing.

"Mom, it's me, open the door." Xiao Yang shouted outside.

Hearing that it was Xiao Yang, Zheng Yuerou had no scruples and opened the door with confidence.

But when she opened the door, she found that Xiao Yang was not the only one who entered the door together. Behind his son, there was a very beautiful girl.

The girl looks more mature than Xiao Yang, with bright eyes and bright teeth, a delicate face, and a better figure.

Moreover, Zheng Yuerou can feel that the girl's body has a faint noble and elegant temperament, which cannot be pretended, only the children who grew up in large families can have it.

Looking at this amazing girl, she opened her mouth in surprise, "Xiaoyang, who is this?"

was stared at by Zheng Yuerou, and Lin Mohan's fair face was suddenly dyed with a layer of red. "Hello Auntie, my name is Lin Mohan, I am from Xiao Yang, a good friend."

Just met, Lin Mohan can only use a good friend to describe his relationship with Xiao Yang for the time being. She can't just say that she is your daughter-in-law, right?

Zheng Yuerou was stunned for a moment, and then smiled and said to Lin Mohan: "Come on, come on, please take a seat." This bastard boy, bring your good friends and don't tell me in advance, it's too messy at home, don't care. ”

Lin Mohan smiled, "No." ”

As she spoke, she looked around at the small house of just over 70 square meters.

The room has some simple furniture, a wooden sofa with paint off, a red lacquered dining table, and a flat-screen TV set on the TV cabinet in front of it.

However, although there is nothing at home, under Zheng Yuerou's arrangement, it looks very warm.

On the wall of the living room, there is a color photograph of some old age.

The photo is slightly yellowed.

A young couple with a boy and a girl snuggled in their arms. The girl looked to be four or five years old, the boy was about two or three years old, and the family of four looked happy.

The man's appearance is quite handsome, and he is somewhat similar to Xiao Yang between his eyebrows. The woman is sweet and warm, and the silhouette is not who Zheng Yuerou will be.

"This was taken sixteen years ago, and at that time, Xiaoyang's father and sister were still ......" Lin Mohan was looking at the photo, and Zheng Yuerou whispered on the side.

"Auntie, I'm sorry to remind you of something sad." Lin Mohan said softly, looking at Zheng Yuerou's gaze very softly.

"Hehe, it's been so long, I'm used to it." Zheng Yuerou smiled, but the sadness in her eyes was difficult to hide.

"Mom, how's your injury? Does it still hurt? Xiao Yang approached Zheng Yuerou and observed her forehead, but did not find any wounds.

When he heard that Zheng Yuerou was beaten today, Xiao Yang almost went crazy, and now that his mother was fine, he finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Zheng Yuerou touched her forehead and said, "That little injury is nothing, it doesn't hurt anymore." It's strange that after you gave me a needle, the wound seemed to heal quickly. ”

"Mom, I want to tell you something." Xiao Yang looked at Zheng Yuerou and then at Lin Mohan.

Lin Mohan's face turned red instantly, she knew what Xiao Yang wanted to say.

"Xiaoyang, what's wrong?" Zheng Yuerou looked at Xiao Yang and smiled.

"Mom, I'...... I'm married. Xiao Yang opened his mouth, but finally spoke.

"What do you say? Tie the knot? Zheng Yuerou thought she had misheard and asked again.

Xiao Yang nodded affirmatively, "Yes, Mom, you heard me right, I'm married." Just today. ”

"You, who are you marrying?" Zheng Yuerou was shocked. In her impression, Xiao Yang has very few good friends at school, let alone a girlfriend. It is impossible for those rich girls in Mingde Middle School to fall in love with a family like Xiao Yang.

"Auntie, Xiao Yang, marry me." Lin Mohan pursed his lips and looked at Zheng Yuerou uneasily.

"You ......" Zheng Yuerou really couldn't understand for a while.

"Auntie, it's like this......" Lin Mohan bit her lip and told Zheng Yuerou everything that happened today, of course, she emphasized that she took the initiative to marry Xiao Yang.

"Auntie, I hope you can understand this matter......"

Zheng Yuerou was quiet for a while, the expression on her face kept changing, and finally, she sighed slightly, and a smile appeared on her face.

She looked at Lin Mohan and said softly: "In the future, I will call you Mohan." ”

Lin Mohan nodded.

Zheng Yuerou looked at Xiao Yang, then at Lin Mohan, and seemed to shake her head helplessly. "My son is older and has his own ideas, as long as Mo Han and Xiao Yang are voluntary, I have no objection."

"Auntie...... Thank you. Lin Mohan whispered, she always had a feeling that she had abducted her son who had been raised by others for eighteen years.

"Mo Han, you still call me Auntie?" Zheng Yuerou looked at Lin Mohan with a smile.

Lin Mohan didn't expect Zheng Yuerou to say this, and her face instantly turned red and was about to bleed. She squirmed for a few seconds, then called softly, "Mom." ”

Zheng Yuerou was suddenly overjoyed, and the smile on her face bloomed like a flower.

In fact, when she first heard about Xiao Yang's marriage, of course she couldn't accept it. But after thinking about it for a while, she figured it out.

She could see that Xiao Yang liked the girl in front of her very much, although the girl's age might be a little old, but it wasn't too big a gap, as long as they liked each other.

Moreover, with Xiao Yang's family background, it is really difficult to find a beautiful girl like her.

Zheng Yuerou believes that fate is destined.

Since the fate of the son has come, let it be.

"Xiao Yang, you go and clean up the bedroom, you all sleep at home tonight." Zheng Yuerou smiled at Xiao Yang.

"That...... Don't use it, right? Lin Mohan said with red lips.

Zheng Yuerou glanced at it and knew what this girl was thinking.

"Mo Han, you and I sleep in the same room tonight, Mom has something to say to you."

"Uh-huh, okay." Lin Mohan breathed a sigh of relief.

But Xiao Yang, who was on the other side, had a look of disappointment.

Is this still my own mother? Didn't she know that her son, very, very, extremely, longed to sleep in the same bed with her daughter-in-law? ……

But now that his mother has given orders, he can't say anything more, so he can't stay in the room of the two women and not leave.

Looking at Xiao Yang's lost look, Lin Mohan and Zheng Yuerou both laughed.

The three of them talked again in the living room, Zheng Yuerou and Lin Mohan entered the bedroom together, Xiao Yang looked at the delicate Lin Mohan with eyes like jade, although it was right in front of him, he could only look at it and not eat it.

This taste...... It's really not human!

Xiao Yang returned to his room depressed, lying on the bed, thinking about these bizarre and strange things that happened to him, and couldn't help but feel like a dream.

Thinking about it, I soon fell asleep.

In his sleep, suddenly an old voice sounded in Xiao Yang's mind: "Stinky boy, you actually let the old man's Dragon Sutra not practice, to practice that old guy's internal strength?" ”

In Xiao Yang's mind, he found that the white-robed old man who had appeared before had reappeared. He was dressed in a white robe, with a fairy wind and bones, and he stroked his beard and stared at himself.

Xiao Yang was furious when he saw it, and the eyes of this white-robed old man could penetrate everything.

"Senior, you, weren't you absorbed by my soul?" Xiao Yang snorted and asked suspiciously.

"Hmph, I was just absorbed by you, but that doesn't mean I can't appear in your dreams." The white-robed old man snorted, "You stinky boy, isn't the old man's thousand-year-old cultivation and the Dragon Sutra he has written all his life not as good as these modern bullshit internal skills?!" ”

Xiao Yang sweated profusely.

The internal strength and mental method he is practicing now was personally taught by his father's subordinates, known as the King of Jianghu Fudong.

In today's Chinese martial arts circle, King Fudo Ming is also an absolute bull figure, that move of ten thousand Buddha's hands, so that countless people are frightened, how can his internal strength and mental method, in the eyes of the old man in the white robe, become a garbage-like existence......

"Stinky boy, do you know that the old man's Dragon Sutra is the strongest internal strength in the world, and when you cultivate to the first layer, your internal strength will be several times higher than that of a martial artist of the same level. There are a total of five layers of the Dragon Sutra, and when you have all completed your cultivation, the martial arts of Huaxia are the only ones you can respect! Speaking of this, the white-robed old man's eyes were shining.

"Stinky boy, don't think that the old man doesn't know, you have recently cured several illnesses with silver needles according to the old man's Dragon Sutra. The old man clearly told you that when you practice the Dragon Sutra, your medical skills will also improve, and the higher your martial arts cultivation, the more exquisite your medical skills will be. ”

After speaking, the white-robed old man suddenly turned into a golden light and disappeared from his mind again.

Xiao Yang sat up sweating profusely, what happened in his sleep was extremely real.

He crossed his legs, his hands on his knees, closed his eyes and concentrated, and the golden light of the ancient book appeared in his mind.

Xiao Yang flipped through the ancient books with his mind.

After reading it for about half an hour, he generally understood that there are five layers of the Dragon Sutra, and every time you rise to a level, your strength will change dramatically, and when you practice to the fifth layer, I am afraid that you can really reach the solipsism that the old man in the white robe said.

Xiao Yang closed his eyes, and according to the records of the ancient books, he began to be lucky, breathing evenly, palms facing up, and quietly feeling the Yuan Force of Heaven and Earth......

Because of the fusion of the soul of the white-robed old man, Xiao Yang's understanding of the Dragon Sutra is beyond the similarity.

After a while, Xiao Yang only felt that his pores seemed to open suddenly, and a trace of warm breath penetrated into his body from the pores of his body......

Before you know it, the sky is already bright.