I, the ghost hunter, chase my wife thousands of miles away! [Rebirth]

Zhong Ling shook his head desperately. He lost his writing board. He opened his mouth to explain indiscriminately, making gestures, but no one could understand.

He wanted to say, not me.

He wanted to say, let me see him again.

He wanted to say, don't hate me.

He thought that Hong Zhen would be the same as before, and he could understand what he was thinking with just one look.

However, the other party clasped his arm, gritted his teeth and said, "Have you planned it since the first day you saw me?"

Zhong Ling froze in place - what was he planning?

Hong Zhen choked with sobs and rolled his Adam's apple, saying word by word:

"He is my only flesh and blood, Zhong Ling, you are so cruel..."

Zhong Ling seemed to have been knocked by someone, this was the first time that Hong Zhen called him by his first and last name.

The lips opened and closed, and there were thousands of words to say, but in the end they couldn't utter a single syllable.The pain in his shoulder was piercing, and Zhong Ling shook his head desperately. Finally, his lips were bitten into a line, and tears fell.

He knew that what he said was useless.

On that day, in front of Zhong Ling, Hong Zhen tore the volume of "Mountains have trees and trees have branches" to pieces.It was the first calligraphy in his life, and it was not signed, but it was sincere.

After Zhong Ling was thrown out of the gate, Hong Zhen's father-in-law charged him with murder and put him in prison.

He didn't understand why a person who used to be as gentle as a spring breeze became so rough now.People who believed every word of him in the past, but now they don't even give him a chance to explain.

Because Hong Zhen didn't intervene, the woman who lost her beloved son followed his father, disregarding her status as a "best friend", half-public and half-private, and sentenced Zhong Ling to "behead her hand", palm of hand.

Of course, the punishment cannot be carried out at the feet of the emperor, after all, this case is full of doubts, if you encounter those old officials who judge the case, the loopholes will be exposed all at once.

So, the Suns and their daughters made up their minds, and if execution was to be executed, they had to be handed over to acquaintances.So they transferred Zhong Ling to Yishun, where Hong Zhen's father personally imprisoned him.

Everyone thought that Zhong Ling had killed Xiao BuDian, and even he himself was about to believe it.

In fact, they should catch the real murderer instead of holding on to him as a scapegoat.After he died, he could only vent the hatred in Sun's heart, and he could not avenge the little one.

Poor Zhong Ling kept thinking, who was the murderer, why was he able to kill in broad daylight, and whether Hong Zhen offended his enemies, which brought about such a bloody disaster.

Xiaobudian is so small, so cute, how helpless he must be when he is drowned.

Zhong Ling was restless day and night, and often dreamed that the little one was struggling in the water and kept calling "Uncle Ling, save me".

It was he who lost the little one, without him, the little one wouldn't follow him out, and wouldn't give those people a chance.

He is guilty, that cannot be denied.

But Hong Zhen misunderstood that he killed his child, which made him sad.It's so sad that my trachea hurts when I breathe.

Zhong Ling, who lives by practicing calligraphy, and Zhong Ling, who can't speak, lost both palms.Can't speak, can't write, although there are thousands of words, can't express half a sentence.In order to take care of him, his father sold everything that could be sold in the family, moved from the capital to Yishun, dragged his 50-year-old body to the wharf by the river to do coolies, and bought medicine for Zhong Ling while saving money.When he finally saved enough, he contacted his old friends in the business field and wanted to do some wood business together.

He said: "Ling'er, this deal is completed, and your medicine for the second half of the year will be settled. Dad will only be away for two months, and will be back soon. Two months later, on the ninth day of the lunar new year, I will come to pick him up at the gate of the city. "

But as luck would have it, the deal fell through again.As before, all cargo was sunk in the river.What's even more tragic is that this time, Zhong Ling's father was also in the merchant ship.He doesn't need to lose money, because the person is gone.

At this point, even a fool Zhong Ling knew that someone had done something wrong.

On the ninth day of the ninth day, he waited for 100 taels of compensation.It is said that the big boss felt sorry for the frailty of the Zhong family, who only had one dumb son, so he paid 20 taels more than ordinary workers.

Zhong Ling supported the bundle with his two arms without palms, and suddenly felt that the sky was getting dark.He felt that there was definitely a conspiracy in his father's death, so he beat the drums to appeal for grievances. He couldn't hold the drumsticks, so he beat them over and over again with his severed hand wrapped in gauze.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

He wanted to present all the grievances, even if his hands were cut off because he deserved it for being unkind, but his father had never done anything wrong in his life, so he couldn't just die like this for no reason.

But when the county magistrate asked him "what is the grievance for beating the drums", he fell into hell again-he is a mute, what grievance is he here for?

The county magistrate said, "Then write it down."

He could only lower his head, staring at his empty sleeves in a daze - his hand was chopped off by the order of the county magistrate in front of him, didn't he know whether he could write or not?

He had no choice but to go to the street to find a scholar to write for him.

The scholar asked, "What do you want to write?"

He couldn't speak, he didn't know what to do, but he knew he couldn't just sit there and wait for death.Wandering around in ragged clothes and messy hair, he looks like a lunatic.

He was furious.

In the end, I could only keep opening my mouth, silently shouting in pain, "Save my father! Save my father!"

But this scholar is not Hong Zhen, and he cannot read his words.

But...Hong Zhen didn't understand him a long time ago.

No one can understand him anymore.

He, Zhong Ling, was the only one from the beginning to the end.

He propped himself on the scholar's table and wept bitterly, roaring with all his strength, but he could only make a faint hoarse sound of wind and sand whistling through the cave.

In the end, Xiucai thought that he was here to make trouble, so he reported to the official, and the catcher swung his sword and took him into prison.

Zhong Ling huddled alone in the dark cell, leaning against the wall with his knees hugged, looking at the milky white moonlight shining in from the skylight, he felt that it was all gray.

Good things don't go out, bad things spread thousands of miles.Everyone knew that Zhong Ling was a calligrapher, he was a murderer, and he was a lunatic now.

After that, people began to throw rotten vegetables at him on the road, saying that the way he was dying now was karma and he deserved it.

Zhong Ling didn't spend a cent of the 100 taels of silver, and donated all of it as sesame oil money to the temple.

He knelt down piously in front of the shining golden Buddha statue, and asked silently:

"Buddha, I was clearly born in the world, but why am I in hell?"

Buddha did not answer him.

That year, there was a lot of snow in Yishun County. After Zhong Ling worshiped the Buddha, he stood at the gate of the temple for a long time. After a while, his head was covered with white hair, melting into the city with the snow.

He raised his head, looked at the swirling snowflakes, and could no longer recite the elegant poems of romance, but only found it ridiculous.

The ancients said that the snow should be cleared for justice, but now the snow has fallen three feet, and the world is white, but no one pays attention to his grievance.

As long as there is one person who believes in him, believes that he did not kill anyone, believes that his father was framed, and believes that he will not hurt the person he loves deeply in his heart.He died down, and never went to seek justice.

Just one.

Yet he looked at the sky and knew it was in vain.A snowflake smashed into his eyeball, turned into ice water and flowed down the corner of his eye. He couldn't hold it any longer, and passed out suddenly.

But heaven is still merciful, at least it seems to be so.Because it gave Zhong Ling another glimmer of hope when he was in a desperate situation.

When he woke up again, he was not lying in the air-leakage house with four walls, not curled up in a quilt as cold as steel, but wrapped in a fluffy and warm cotton quilt.When I was young, I had a good family background, I just thought it was very common, but now it has become a luxury.

Coupled with the long-lost warm smell of charcoal burning in the air, Zhong Ling understood that this was either a dream, or he was already dead.

He slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were dim and dull.

"Lingling, are you awake?!"

The voice next to him was all too familiar to him, it was the voice that kept questioning and cursing himself in thousands of nightmares.

"Sorry, I'm late, sorry..."

Different from the indifference and heartlessness before, Hong Zhen held his wrist and kept apologizing, even shedding tears.At that moment, Zhong Ling saw the boy from Taoli Academy again in a daze.

It is said that a man does not shed tears lightly, this time, perhaps he was really emotional and really guilty.

Zhong Ling's eyes moved, as if the snow mountain that had been frozen for many years finally saw the sun.

But he wondered, shouldn't this person be in the capital?Why come to Yishun?

Hong Zhen saw his doubts and explained:

"I was angry with you that day, so I made up my mind not to ask about your affairs. I thought they would be judged according to the criminal law, but I didn't expect to be so cruel and use such a heavy punishment for you...A few days ago , I couldn't help it, so I asked someone to inquire, but no one would tell me, and I realized that something was wrong. So I came to ask my father overnight, and he told me the truth. I'm sorry...if I If you had discovered earlier, you would not have become like this..."

"Lingling, I will protect you, in the future, I will protect you..."