HLnovel Chapter 302 He is actually a murderer!
Chapter 302 He is actually a murderer!
Shen Xing took heavy steps and slowly stepped into his long-missed hometown, his heart filled with a complex mixture of desire for reunion and uneasiness. The setting sun was like blood, shining on his tired and resolute face, coating him with a layer of light sadness.
As soon as I stepped into the village, an ominous premonition hung over my heart like a dark cloud.
The villagers either walked hurriedly with their heads down, or whispered to each other, with avoidance and sympathy flashing in their eyes.
Finally, Shen Xing learned the shocking news from an old man - his parents, in order to save innocent lives in the sudden fire at a neighbor's house, resolutely chose to sacrifice themselves and left the hope of life to others.
Tears welled up in Shen Xing's eyes as he tried hard to hold back his grief. In his heart he felt both pride in his parents' heroic act and endless sadness and reluctance.
As night fell, the village was shrouded in deathly silence. Only the occasional barking of dogs in the distance broke the suffocating silence.
Not long after, a sudden plague swept through the entire village like a demon, taking away countless lives, and panic and despair spread in everyone's heart.
Rumors also began to spread. Some people talked about it privately, saying that it was the wronged souls of Shen Xing's parents who had not yet dispersed and were haunting the village because they could not rest in peace, causing this disaster.
Faced with such rumors, Shen Xing felt mixed emotions, but he chose to remain silent and use his actions to prove his innocence and strength.
However, this peace did not last long, as some neighbors with ill intentions began to pretend to care for the family, but in fact they were hiding their true colors.
One evening, Shen Xing was sitting at the door of his house, holding tightly in his hands the relics left by his parents, with a lot of thoughts in his mind. At this time, Uncle Li, a seemingly friendly neighbor on weekdays, came over with a few simple gifts and a smile on his face.
"Xingzi, I heard that you did well in the exam this time? Well done, your parents in heaven would be proud of you too." Uncle Li's words were tentative, and his eyes flickered.
Shen Xing looked up, his eyes were sharp, he saw through Uncle Li's true intention behind his hypocritical smile. But he did not expose it immediately, just responded lightly: "Thank you Uncle Li for your concern, I will continue to work hard and live up to my parents' expectations."
After saying that, Shen Xing stood up and looked into the distance with a determined gaze. This storm was far from over and he already had a plan in mind.
Shen Xing stood up slowly, the afterglow of the setting sun stretched his figure out, as if stretching the heaviness and sorrow in his heart as well. He looked deeply at the lifeless village shrouded by the plague, and a barely perceptible determination flashed in his eyes.
"Uncle Li," Shen Xing's voice was low and powerful, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from the bottom of his heart. "My parents' sacrifice is a pain that I will never let go of in my life. But I also understand that what they hope to see is that I can live on with strength and continue to pursue knowledge and justice."
He tilted his head slightly, and his sharp eyes swept across Uncle Li's face, which seemed concerned but was actually complicated, and continued, "I have no intention of defending myself against those rumors. Because I know that true innocence cannot be proven by words, but needs to be protected by actions."
Uncle Li's expression changed slightly. He didn't expect Shen Xing to respond so directly, and he didn't expect that Shen Xing's eyes would reveal such a firm strength.
He smiled awkwardly, trying to hide his uneasiness: "Xingzi, look at you, I just asked casually, don't take it seriously. Everyone in the village is looking forward to your well-being."
Shen Xing shook his head gently, with a bitter smile on his face: "Uncle Li, I appreciate your kindness. But now, what I need more is your understanding and support, not unnecessary suspicion and rumors."
As he spoke, he walked slowly towards the village entrance, his back silhouette becoming longer and longer in the setting sun, like a lonely traveler.
As the rumor spread like wildfire, Shen Xing's name was unreasonably linked to the stigma of "murderer". Whenever he walked on the path in the village, he could always hear whispers and strange looks. Those words were like sharp blades, cutting his already scarred heart again and again.
"Have you heard? Shen Xing, that kid, is actually a murderer!"
"Really? No way, he looks quite honest."
"You can't judge a person by his appearance, but I heard the evidence is irrefutable."
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Shen Xing felt mixed emotions as he listened to these half-true and half-false rumors. He tried to explain, but every time he opened his mouth, it was as if he was blocked by an invisible wall. His voice was weak and powerless, and eventually dissipated in indifference and misunderstanding.
He felt unprecedentedly lonely and helpless, as if the whole world had closed its doors to him.
In the dead of night, Shen Xing sat alone in the simple house, staring at the open space outside the window filled with moonlight, with complex emotions surging in his heart.
He missed the warm time he spent with his parents. He was so carefree at that time, but now he was suffocated by these false accusations.
"Perhaps, leaving is the best choice." Shen Xing thought silently in his heart. He knew that in this village full of prejudice and misunderstanding, it would be difficult for him to find his own place. Instead of suffering here, it is better to take a brave step and find a sky that belongs to him.
So Shen Xing began to prepare to leave secretly. He packed a simple bag containing a few changes of clothes and a few precious books, which were the only thoughts his parents left him.
Just when he was ready, a pair of unexpected visitors disrupted Shen Xing's schedule.
That day, the setting sun was like blood, covering the entire village, and covering this quiet little village with a layer of light golden light. A middle-aged couple, dressed in simple but neat clothes, walked slowly from the path in the distance. There was a bit of urgency and heaviness in their steps, and it was obvious that they had something important to do.
The children in the village gathered around curiously, but they did not dare to approach because of the solemn expressions on the couple's faces. They walked through the familiar bluestone road in the village, with mottled old walls and occasional wild flowers on both sides, and finally stopped in front of the slightly shabby wooden door of Shen Xing's house.
Shen Xing was sitting in the courtyard at the moment, holding an old book tightly in his hand, his eyes looking into the distance empty, as if he was deep in thought. A slight noise coming from outside the door interrupted his thoughts, he looked up at the door, and saw a strange middle-aged man and woman standing there, their eyes full of complicated emotions.
"Excuse me, is this Shen Xing's home?" the woman asked softly, with a barely perceptible tremor in her voice.
Shen Xing stood up. Although he felt puzzled, he still answered politely, "Yes, what can I do for you two?"