In the twenty-seventh year of Yangwu, the son of the Yang family, Yang Jian, was four years old and was playing with a wooden cart at the door. The nurse of the Mo family came over, holding a child in her arms, dressed in white.

Xiao Yangjian didn't know this child. The children playing nearby, seven-year-old Ah Wei, nine-year-old Dajie, and even eleven-year-old Dangkou he knows, but he doesn't know this girl with a double bun.

"Auntie, who is this?"

The nurse looked at him with a smile. "This is our eldest lady Mo Yun, who is only three years old this year. The little master can call her a sister. ”

Xiao Yangjian smiled generously, "Hello sister." ”

The woman continued on her path, and the little note continued to play with his wooden cart. Then he heard the girl say:

"Mother, I like that brother."

Yang Jian stood up and watched the woman walk towards the entrance of the vegetable market with the girl in his arms, and the smile on his face did not fade until their backs disappeared at the end of the street.

The father had been standing behind Xiao Yangjian, and when he saw this, he squatted down and teased him: "Ah Jian likes that sister so much, how about marrying her as a daughter-in-law when she grows up?" ”

Yang Jian turned his head in confusion. "Dad, what is a daughter-in-law?"

"To marry a daughter-in-law is to find a girl of the same age, gentle and virtuous, and stay with her." Father said with a smile.

"Good!" Yang Jian cheered. "When I grow up, I will marry many, many daughters-in-law!" This child thought that his daughter-in-law was also a kind of friend. The childish language made my father laugh. "If nothing else, a person can only marry one daughter-in-law in his life!" Father went into the church.

When Yang Jian was seven years old, he entered a famous private school in the city of Qianhu. At this time, Yang Jian already knew a little bit of etiquette, knew stage fright, and understood what it was to marry a daughter-in-law. Whenever he put some pickle juice in his husband's snuffbox in public, he wished Mo Yun could see it, and it was better to laugh - they were already studying together.

They spend every day together after school and play together in their free time. Slowly, Mo Yun and Yang Jian no longer use big names, but are called "A Jian" and "A Yun". Whenever Mo Yun cried because of some trivial things, Yang Jian would come forward and say to Mo Yun:

"Ah Yun should be strong."

Whenever she heard this, Mo Yun stopped crying.

At the age of thirteen, the Yang family and the Mo family officially signed a marriage contract. That night, Mo Yun and Yang Jian sat on the side, watching the family members who were happily drinking and feasting.

"Ajian, you say, can we really be together in the future?"

The boy next to him smiled. "Absolutely! I promise! There was childishness in his voice, crisp and masculine.

However, in the end, they did not wait for the day when the red sedan chair came.

One winter night, Yang Jian's family was nervously preparing for the big wedding of his son during the Spring Festival next year. The lobby is filled with red boxes, and under the light of red lanterns, it looks joyful. Dinner was ready, and everyone was about to take their seats, when there was a sudden knock at the door, and the sound was very heavy.

The butler went and opened the door, but saw a group of men, each with a knife.

"May I ask who you are......"

Phew!

The thieves killed everyone in the Yang family and took away the Yang note and those belongings.

Yang Jian worked as a scout in the thief camp, and he didn't want to kill the leader Song Yu to take revenge. It took him two years to gradually gain Song Cao's trust, but just as he was about to start, six of us brothers came to the village, and Song Cao committed suicide a few days later after the battle against the official army. The rest of the story is known.

"Miss Mo, what happened?"

"Later, she became a famous talented woman, and she was the dream person of thousands of young people in the county and even in the country, can I still match her? Joke! He almost shouted.