Chapter 571

Song Tianxuan looked at everything in front of him in consternation, and saw that the villagers were more and more far away from him.

Isn't he the hero of the village?

Didn't he avenge everyone?

Why did they see fear, panic and alienation in the villagers' eyes. It was for the people in the village that the mountain thief was killed, but the villagers looked at him with their eyes.

Song Tianxuan clenched his teeth and clenched his fists. The sound of horse's hooves was beside his ears. The mountain bandits had already run away. At the same time, the villagers withdrew one after another. They hurried to pull their families back home and closed the door heavily. There was no thanks or love, only endless panic.

Song Tianxuan turns his helpless eyes on Dazhuang's daughter-in-law and Xiaoju. When he sees that the two people's eyes are also full of fear, his heart seems to be torn.

"Aunt, little chrysanthemum..."

Dazhuang's daughter-in-law wiped away her tears and rose from the ground with red eyes.

She came to song Tianxuan's side, wrung her eyebrows and said, "son, go home."

Dazhuang's daughter-in-law takes song Tianxuan to his home, gets clean water and a towel, and helps him wipe his bloody hands over and over again.

Little chrysanthemum just lost her father, at this time the state is not very good, sitting in the corner of the room crying.

Song Tianxuan looked up at Dazhuang's daughter-in-law and asked softly, "aunt, did I do something wrong?"

Dazhuang's daughter-in-law wiped his hands and shook her head with tears in her eyes. She said, "those mountain bandits were killed by thousands of knives. They should have died. You did the right thing."

"But why are people so afraid of me?"

"Alas Dazhuang's daughter-in-law sighed, "you silly child, the people in the village are ordinary people. When you see that you killed the mountain bandits, you will be afraid. The people they get along with day and night are so bloody that you can't stop being flustered. Nameless, you don't have to think about it. Dazhuang has gone, and you've avenged him. He treated you as his own child before he died, and I'll treat you as my own child, too. "

Said, big strong daughter-in-law red eyes, Bata Bata down with tears.

Song Tianxuan still didn't understand that he had done a good deed, but he ended up in this situation.

At night, song Tianxuan lies on the bed and falls asleep. He has a dream. In the dream, these former neighbors beat and scold him, saying that he is a murderer. There is no difference from those mountain bandits.

He wanted to explain, but the villagers didn't listen to him. They just complained and slandered him.

Finally, he couldn't help it. It broke out completely.

There was a big fire around him, which lit all the villagers. The shrieks sounded in his ears. He wanted to make up for it, but it was too late. At last, they were reduced to ashes one after another

Song Tianxuan couldn't help shouting.

He woke up from the nightmare and sat on the bed gasping heavily. The door of the bedroom was opened, and Xiaoju came over from the outside, looking at him with a worried face, and then asked, "what happened? Have you had a nightmare? "

Song Tianxuan really wanted it to be a dream, but the scene was so lifelike. He shook his head to Xiaoju, indicating that he had nothing to do, just a little uncomfortable in his heart. He also knew that Xiaoju had just lost her father, and that kind of taste must be worse than him, so don't trouble yourself.

Xiaoju raised her hand to hold song Tianxuan's hand and said kindly, "don't worry, no matter what those villagers do to you, you are still my brother Xiaozhu. You are waiting for me to marry you next year."

Song Tianxuan's tired smile came from the corner of his mouth. He nodded and pulled his hand back without leaving any trace.

In his mind, maybe he should not be with Xiaoju

In the afternoon, song Tianxuan was ready to go out and get all the fish off the fishing boat. Although uncle Zhuang had died, his life had to go on.

When he came to the fishing boat, he saw his uncle who was always fishing together at the seaside. Song Tianxuan didn't think much. He went forward and said hello. His face was as full of smiles as possible.

But when the uncles saw that it was him, they fled one after another, as if they had seen something terrible.

Song Tianxuan stood helplessly in the same place, he felt a kind of unprecedented suffering, as if his body was hollowed out, heart that position, good pain.

After collecting the fish, song Tianxuan went home.

He tried to pretend that nothing had happened, put the freshest fish at the door, and then said, "aunt, I've got two fish back. Do you want to do them tonight?"

But he didn't want any response.

Song Tianxuan leaned forward curiously, only to see his daughter-in-law sitting in the bedroom crying, holding a stack of paper with red things painted on it.

He went over and asked, "Auntie, what's this?"

Then he would reach for it.

When Dazhuang's daughter-in-law saw "nameless", she was immediately flustered and rushed to put the paper into her sleeve.

But her strength can't compare with song Tianxuan. She was taken away by one hand. He unfolded the paper and saw the words "nameless, go to die" written in it.

The paper was snatched away by Da Zhuang's daughter-in-law. She shook her head in a hurry and said, "don't think too much, son."

"Where did all this paper come from?"

Dazhuang's daughter-in-law knew that she couldn't cover up. She sighed: "it was just found at the door. It should be a prank of the village people. Don't take it seriously."

The words on the paper have been seen, and see clearly, how can we not pay attention to it?

Song Tianxuan's eyes became red. He couldn't help saying, "aunt, this village can't accommodate me."

After that, he didn't cry out, but his daughter-in-law was full of tears and quickly covered her face with her sleeve.

"Aunt." Song Tianxuan was very calm. He said word by word, "I'd better go. If I stay here, it's not good for our family. You and sister Xiaoju are from this village. They have lived here for so many years. It's more important to have a good relationship with them. "

"Child..."

"Don't tell Xiaoju about it. Where is she now?"

"Xiaoju has gone to Houshan to see her father's grave."

Song Tianxuan looked at the room nostalgically, bit his lips and said, "it's better to hit the sun than choose the day. I'll go now."

Dazhuang's daughter-in-law shivers all over. She wants to keep the child, but she can't. If the child stays in the village, the villagers will treat him differently. She won't be happy at all.

After thinking about it, she gradually recovered and took out a large amount of silver from her pocket and put it into song Tianxuan's hand.