The protagonist committed numerous evil deeds.

Fifteenth year, Song Nan, have you already married someone else? —Song Qinghuan

Song Xiaoya hid behind a tree and listened as her friends surrounded her childhood sweetheart, giving him ideas on how to escape.

She suddenly zipped up her jacket and called out, "Hey! Time to go home."

The boy didn't say anything, greeted the others, didn't look at her, and walked past her towards home.

"Song Xiaoya, why are you tying him up with a chain? You're so mean."

"Song Xiaoya, let him go. You two are not worthy of each other at all."

"Please let him go."

Someone spoke up for the boy, but Song Xiaoya kept her head down and hurried forward, pretending not to hear.

At night, Song Xiaoya pulled the boy home by the iron chain. The night was dark and the road was long. The boy walked in front, leaving the longest distance between them.

Song Xiaoya tried to catch up with him, but the faster she walked, the faster the boy walked.

Are you hungry? What would you like to eat when we get back? I'll make it for you.

"I've been cooking for you these past few days. Have you thought it's good?"

The cautious probing went unanswered.

Even though the person was chained up, Song Xiaoya had a feeling that he might escape at any moment.

He was more handsome than anyone she had ever seen; the way he walked, the way he ate, the way he spoke—all were different from everyone else.

He belongs to her; he cannot leave this place.

Suddenly, Song Xiaoya gripped the chain tightly with all her might and pulled back sharply, causing the boy in front of her to fall backward.

"what are you doing?"

Song Xiaoya ran to his side, lowered her head and asked him, "Why? Why won't you talk to me? Why won't you talk to me?"

The boy scoffed and said, "You've got me chained up, how am I supposed to talk to you?"

"If I don't tie you up, you'll run away! I bought you, so you have to listen to me, eat my food, wear my clothes, you're my adopted son-in-law! You can't ignore me!"

The boy glanced at her dismissively, then looked away, still ignoring her.

Suddenly, Song Xiaoya picked up a wooden stick and was about to hit his injured leg.

The boy reacted quickly and dodged.

Hey! Hey! What are you doing?!

"You're disobedient! You'll get a beating!"

As Song Xiaoya spoke, tears welled up in her eyes.

"Obey me? You? What gives you the right!"

The wooden stick in Song Xiaoya's hand was snatched away in an instant. The boy broke the stick in front of her, then turned to leave, only to be forced to stop again.

Song Xiaoya stood there for a long time. Finally, the boy couldn't stand it anymore and turned around to ask, "Let's go! What are you doing standing there?"

His expression was full of impatience and annoyance. He hated her, and the thought of it made Song Xiaoya feel uncomfortable.

But she didn't want him to hate her.

Song Xiaoya suddenly walked up to him, took out a key from her pocket, and unlocked the chain.

"You can go, I won't stop you."

The boy was very surprised: "Really?"

"Hurry up! Otherwise I'll regret it!"

"I'm leaving."

The boy turned to leave, but Song Xiaoya suddenly called out, "Wait a minute."

"What is it now? Let me tell you, I'm not going back to be your childhood sweetheart. You can't control me."

Song Xiaoya stomped on his foot hard, then gave him the few copper coins she had on her.

"Take this money!"

The boy blankly accepted the few cents in his hand, then turned and left under the girl's gaze.

"woo woo woo woo……"

Song Xiaoya deflated, squatted on the ground, buried her head in her knees, and began to break down in tears. He's gone, he's really gone.

The thought of her father beating her when he got home, and dragging her to the county to pick a smelly wild child to be her childhood sweetheart, made her cry even more bitterly.

There could never be a more handsome and clean-looking child groom in this world than that man.

The cicadas chirping in the trees seemed to be providing accompaniment to the girl's cries.

When she finally cried herself out, she looked up and saw the boy standing in front of her with his arms crossed.

He yawned, his tone sullen: "Hey, how long are you going to cry here? Aren't you afraid of getting eaten by wolves?"

The girl's voice was still choked with sobs: "Aren't you...aren't you leaving?"

"You're kicking me out in the middle of the night? Where am I supposed to go? To feed the wolves?"

"So, will you be leaving tomorrow?"

"We'll talk about it tomorrow!"

Song Xiaoya buried her head back down, "Waaaaah, you'll run away again tomorrow...waaaaah..."

"Okay, okay, stop crying, I won't leave tomorrow either."

"So you're not going to leave anymore?"

The girl raised her head and looked at him with pleading eyes.

The boy looked away and said casually, "We'll talk about the future later."

After thinking for a moment, he added seriously, "You were right before. I'm still a child, and I've lost my memory. It's dangerous for me to go out alone. It's better to wait a few more years. In short, I must find my parents."

"Get up, let's go back first."

Song Xiaoya looked at his hand, placed her hand in his, and clenched it tightly. The boy pulled her up, and even after they stood up, she still held his hand firmly.

"I will not let go."

The boy tried to pull her hand away, but she gripped it even tighter.

"Hey, are you trying to cling to me?"

"Yes, you stayed. That means you're my childhood sweetheart. Do you know what a childhood sweetheart is?"

"That means I married you, not the other way around! Besides, my family is supporting you. From now on, I'm the boss here. If I tell you to eat, you can't drink. If I tell you to stay home, you can't go out."

"From now on, I will be your everything. You must treat your wife as your everything. I will treat you well."

The boy looked at the girl who was clinging to him tightly, her tears still on her face, and wondered how she had suddenly become so domineering.

"Did you hear what I said? I'm determined to find my home."

“I heard you. You might not be able to find them. If you do, you can bring your parents here, and we can take good care of them together. If they don’t want to come here, just tell them that you’ve married into this family and can go back to see them during holidays.”

"you can not do that!"

“Why can’t it be like this? My mother lived like this. She hasn’t been home for decades. She said life here is better than at her home. My father is capable, and she can eat her fill. You can also eat your fill and stay warm at my home.”

She was convinced that the man in front of her was her childhood sweetheart, and if she didn't run away this time, she wouldn't have another chance!

*

A few days later, my mother returned, bringing with her two names.

Song Nan, Song Qinghuan.

Mother said that Father specially asked the county schoolteacher to name the new boy in the family, and also asked the teacher to name the little girl. We hadn't thought about spending this money before, but now that the little girl is the only one left in the family, we have to be careful with her name.

Song Qinghuan didn't know the meaning of the two names, but she liked them very much.

When Song's father returned, he was very pleased by Song Nan's constant calling him "Daddy." Song Qinghuan didn't know how he could make everyone like him so well.

Later, Song's father even spent money to send him to learn demon-catching from the demon hunters in the valley. Song Nan used the excuse of making money by catching demons to sneak out countless times.

For several years, Song Nan deceived everyone in the valley, and everyone thought that Song Nan wouldn't run away. Only Song Qinghuan knew that his desire to escape had never stopped.

Otherwise, why would he delay marrying her?