Chapter 21 Ah——murder! !
Xiao Zhinian stood up stiffly like a puppet, his arms hanging on both sides of his body trembling, and the blood drained from his face.
"Shen Zhejiang...Shen Zhejiang..."
He whispered his name.
Just like countless times, I whispered softly, absent-mindedly, and muttered in the hazy dreams.
If the news he heard three years ago was false, if Han Zitang was just trying to deceive him, if...
If Shen Zhejiang were still alive!
Xiao Zhinian's eyes turned red and he stepped forward to snatch the thin paper that Zhao Xiaosi was holding.
A long "hiss" sound cut through the last bit of sanity left in Xiao Zhinian.
Due to excessive pulling, the paper was forcefully split in two.
Not to mention Zhao Xiaosi, even Mr. Zhao and Prefect Yang who were present were stunned. They all looked at Xiao Zhinian who suddenly became emotional, and the half-broken piece of waste paper in his palm.
Zhao Xiaosi realized that his manuscript was torn up by this inexplicable person. He was stunned for a moment, and then he burst into tears: "Wow - you have to compensate me! You bad man! The teacher only praised me this once! And he also made comments! I want to frame it, you have to compensate me!!"
Xiao Zhinian seemed to have become deaf and could not hear Zhao Xiaosi's cries.
He lowered his head, his jet-black eyelashes trembling uncontrollably as he stared at the small characters written on the paper with a red pen. The character was broken in the middle and was not complete, but Xiao Zhinian recognized it as the character "念".
Every stroke is upright and proud.
It has long been engraved in Xiao Zhinian's heart.
Who else could have written it if not Shen Zhejiang?
Zhao Xiaosi's tears fell like pearls from a broken string. He pushed Xiao Zhinian and cried to take back his things: "Give it back to me!"
Mr. Zhao wanted to stop him but failed. He looked up to the sky and cried out, alas! This was the end of him!
Xiao Zhinian stumbled two steps and bumped into the table, but he didn't seem to feel any pain. His eyes gradually regained clarity. He suddenly grabbed Zhao Xiaosi's shoulders and almost roared, "Who is your master? Tell me!"
Zhao Xiaosi was stunned by his expression. He was so scared that he was choked and couldn't cry. He could only shake his head with tears in his eyes.
Mr. Zhao was worried about his son and immediately replied, "Your Majesty! The man from the East Gate Hutong is surnamed Shen. He moved here three years ago. I saw that he had some knowledge, so I hired him to teach me!"
Isn't this all right?
The surname is Shen. Three years ago, it was Shen Zhejiang!
Xiao Zhinian took a deep breath and calmed down a little: "I have something to do, you don't have to come with me."
The moon is cool like water.
Xiao Zhinian came to the gate that Zhao Yuanwai mentioned as quickly as possible. It was quiet all around. Living in such a remote place was indeed Shen Zhejiang's style of doing things, and there was no mistake about it.
He raised his hand and wanted to knock on the door impatiently, but just as he moved his fingers, he thought of something and put it down again after hesitation.
"......"
What if, he meant what if, if the person in the sect was not Shen Zhejiang, what should he do?
He could have chosen to climb over the wall or the eaves to see the person inside more quickly and find out what was going on, but he chose such a clumsy and time-consuming method, standing in front of the door and knocking honestly.
He wanted to give himself more time.
If it really was Shen Zhejiang, how should he face it?
I grabbed him, pinched him, and asked him loudly why I lied to him. Did he know how much pain he had endured in the past three years? If he hadn't found out by accident, would I have kept it a secret from him my entire life?
Xiao Zhinian tried to raise his hand several times, but he pulled it back at the last moment.
Finally, he could no longer bear the pain in his heart, and he leaned his head against the door, his expression filled with grief. Just like before, he was suppressing his emotions, and his shoulders were twitching and shaking slightly, no different from an abandoned puppy.
Why abandon him...
"Chen Zhejiang, open the door, don't ignore me..."
Xiao Zhinian closed his eyes and called out in a low voice over and over again, unable to tell whether he was talking to Shen Zhejiang in the wooden box or Shen Zhejiang inside the door.
Perhaps in response to him, the sound of a door bolt being pulled open was heard from inside.
Xiao Zhinian wiped his face twice roughly, clearing away all his expressions and putting on his usual serious look.
He couldn't let Shen Zhejiang see any sign that he missed her day and night, lest Shen Zhejiang think that he could still control him as easily as before.
He put his hands behind his back, looked dignified, and said: "Chen Zhejiang, you let me..."
"Ouch! Why is there a young man at the door? He scared me."
The door opened and an elderly man came out.
Xiao Zhinian was disappointed and asked, "Who are you?"
The old man smiled kindly and said, "I am the owner of this house. It's so late, are you here to look for someone?"
"Well," Xiao Zhinian nodded, and then asked, "Is there a teacher named Shen here?"
"So you're looking for Mr. Shen. He lives across the street. See? Just keep going straight ahead. You'll find the house with the door locked. It's really strange. Why hasn't Mr. Shen returned home yet? He's not like this usually. Hey! Young Master! Slow down. You can't get in without the key!"
Xiao Zhinian ran over hurriedly.
Fortunately, it turned out that I had taken the wrong path.
He leaped into the yard.
Xiao Zhinian looked around. The yard was not too big and was empty. Perhaps it was because Luocheng was dry and it was difficult for grass to grow. Only some drought-resistant bushes were planted by the wall.
Nothing to see.
Xiao Zhinian walked into the room with arrogance, treating it as his own bedroom and lighting the lights. There was nothing furnished in the room, just a bed, a table, a chair, and a bookshelf. There were only books and the most eye-catching thing was the landscape painting hanging on the wall. It was just as poor as ever.
Xiao Zhinian lay on the bed with his arms and legs spread out, his eyes filled with sorrow as he looked at the gauze curtain hanging above him.
"Chen Zhejiang, ah, Chen Zhejiang, you really don't miss me at all during these years since I left you. There is nothing in the room that is related to me. You are really..." Xiao Zhinian said word by word, "cruel."
He lay there for a long time, repeating several times what he would interrogate Shen Zhejiang with later, but there was no movement.
"Chen Zhejiang, why haven't you come back yet? I'm almost getting angry. Please come back soon."
Waiting like this is not a solution.
Xiao Zhinian tossed and turned, unconsciously recalling what the old man had just said. From what he meant, Shen Zhejiang would not stay out late at night.
Could something have happened? !
Xiao Zhinian sat up suddenly, and at this moment, a sharp scream cut through the long night like a cold knife.
"Ah——someone is killing me! Help me!!!"
Xiao Zhinian's pupils suddenly dilated and he rushed out without thinking, with countless bad thoughts filling his mind.
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