When Mo Ganshan was seventeen years old, he had grown into a strong man, and after the selection of the Gao family's master, as a close confidant of the Gao family, he went to the Gao family to serve as the head of the nursing home. Qiujiang, who was studying in the women's middle school in Zhangde Mansion, only came back once during this period, but because Moganshan was ordered to go to Shijiazhuang to collect loans, he did not have the opportunity to meet. It wasn't until Gao Qiujiang took a leave of absence and went home that there was an opportunity, and the two of them were able to calmly have an unforgettable journey.

Moganshan came to pick up Qiujiang this time. In addition to Moganshan, two men and a carriage also came to carry luggage. When he shouted the word "cousin" face to face for the first time, Miss Qiujiang was startled: "Cousin-aunt? Who is your cousin? ”

In Miss Akie's mind, this Daishanko, who is two years older than her, has always been her peer, a handsome young man who is active in her dream of spring, and even a hero in the depths of her heart. However, in terms of generation, she seems to be really his cousin, because he is her sister-in-law's maiden nephew. Miss Qiujiang reluctantly became a "cousin", and hatefully set up a shelf between a young lady and a cousin for Moganshan.

The sky was beautiful, and on the way home, there was a sudden rainstorm. After the rainstorm, the dirt roads were muddy, and the carriages and horses struggled.

Mo Ganshan was so anxious that he scratched his ears and cheeks, but Miss Qiujiang had an idea, used the majesty of the young lady and her cousin, and arranged for the two men to live in the chariot and horse shop at Hanwang Ferry, but asked Mo Ganshan to carry her back.

Mo Ganshan refused at first, saying: "There are still forty miles of land, I'm afraid I can't carry it." ”

Miss Qiujiang lowered her face and said, "You are also a lazy bone, are you still tired of carrying your cousin?" ”

Mo Ganshan said: "We're not afraid of being tired, but my cousin is a golden branch and jade leaf, and in the mud and water of these forty miles of road, if there is a mistake, how can we afford it?" ”

Qiu Jiang said reluctantly: "Your cousin is not made of muddy water, so she doesn't fall?" ”

Mo Ganshan pondered for a while with a bitter face and said, "Otherwise, the carriage will stay with them, I will unload the horse, my cousin will ride it, and I will pull the reins for you." ”

Qiu Jiang raised the two handsome willow eyebrows up suddenly, and snorted: "Nonsense, when did you see me riding a horse?" I don't want to ride, I want you to carry it. Do you carry it? ”

I had no choice but to carry it. It's been a wonderful journey. Mo Ganshan is strong and strong, and it is not too difficult to carry a delicate and delicate schoolgirl on his back. However, on her back was a warm and fragrant little woman. In the first few steps, the neck is itchy, the heart is also itchy, the spine is soft, and the feet are also soft, as if floating in the clouds and fog. What made him even more flustered was that his cousin was dishonest in his spine, pulling his ears and pinching his arms for a while. Qiu Jiang put his lips to his ear and said, "Dashanzi, don't call me cousin anymore, why don't you marry you as your daughter-in-law?" ”

Mo Ganshan's red face immediately turned purple, and he hooked his head down vigorously, panting and said, "Cousin, your joke is too big." You are everyone's best girl, and you are a person who reads, you dare to say anything, we can't afford it. Besides, you're still my cousin. This is not a joke. ”

Qiu Jiang said: "Partial talk and partial talk. Let me ask you, if I am not your cousin or young lady, do you want to marry me as your daughter-in-law? ”

Mo Ganshan still buried his head and said, "I don't dare to think about it." ”

Qiu Jiang said: "Give you a guts, do you want to?" ”

Mo Ganshan didn't say anything, but he used an extra force under his feet, crackling and stepping on the muddy water, and walked forward fiercely.

Qiu Jiang took advantage of the victory to pursue, and pulled Dashanzi's ears and said, "I'll ask you again, if we don't have any relatives...... If I were the daughter of a farmer in your village, would you like to? ”

Mo Ganshan still didn't say anything, but his steps were unconsciously messed up, sliding left and right.

Qiu Jiang pulled his ears and face, and pulled Mo Ganshan's broad red face into blue and purple.

"You say, you say, I want you to say, if I am the daughter of the farmer in your village, do you want to?"

Mo Ganshan spoke this time, and said one word honestly: "Yes." He stopped, thought about it, and said, "Yes." After that, he raised his face, met Qiujiang's hot eyes, and said, "But you are not." ”

This time it will be ruined. Miss Akie first giggled on his back, laughed and laughed and cried, and cried and slipped down to walk by herself, and after walking a few steps, she slid a big way, and simply sat down in the mud. Mo Ganshan rushed over and dragged it, but he didn't hold it, but was hugged tightly by Qiu Jiang.

The way down is a different taste. Forty miles of muddy dirt road, carry a journey, walk a journey, hug a journey, and hug a journey. The two clay figurines twisted like twists, twisting a short road back to their hometowns into a long love journey......

They were all dazed. Naturally, they had thought about the ending, but they didn't care about that much. The love that grows stronger and stronger is like a beautiful poppy that leads them astray.

Seven years later, when Gao Qiujiang, the captain of the national army, was standing on another piece of land thousands of miles away from that land, when she was waiting for her first love with her last ardent hope, she suddenly thought that if she and Moganshan did not return to that family full of magnanimity after returning home in that rain, what would happen if they went away without worry?

Gao Qiujiang firmly believes that no matter what the situation is, it will at least be much better than the current outcome. Because, then she at least won't lose her love. And love, for a woman, is there anything more important than that? As long as she gives her her love back, she Gao Qiujiang can give up anything in this world, including the beautiful pistol that she once regarded as spiritual sustenance, as long as Mo Ganshan opens his arms, she will not hesitate to throw all her pistols out of the sky, then she will never be the captain of that Raushzi again. She was forced out in this uniform.

Until the sunset completely submerged into the snow ridge, and the night had slowly descended from the high sky, Moganshan still did not return.

The wind was blowing again, and the strong north wind swept up the huge snow grits and hit Gao Qiujiang's face again and again. She was finally completely disheartened. Of course, she knew that Mo Ganshan was a gentleman who valued love and righteousness, and she also knew that Mo Ganshan's wife had already set off and would enter Bump Mountain in the near future. But this time she didn't just come to relive the old dream with him. The reason why she came to see Moganshan at this time was almost to say goodbye. After his wife came, she could only be his "cousin" forever, could it be that he Moganshan even abandoned his last love?

Despair came like a tidal wave, and quickly turned into anger. Gao Qiujiang's hand touched the holster again, and the desire to shoot swelled in an instant, rushing in the atrium. She involuntarily pulled out the delicate seven-tone ****, and she was loaded with a crisp click.

At this moment, she saw a black figure moving rapidly towards her two hundred meters away, her fingers suddenly froze, and tears filled her eyes in an instant.