dao of coming back home Chapter 2: Chapter 2.The Mysterious Man

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Chapter 2. The Mysterious Man — Ohoho, nothing happened, but what are you doing here, kid? Wait, I know you. The moon suddenly pierced through the thick curtain of gray clouds, revealing the figure of the man. He was tall, with hair dark as the night, lightly falling onto shoulders adorned by a robe blending into the color of his hair. His face was decorated with a slight smile, however what truly drew attention were his now visible eyes, deep as a pond. — Liang Li, right? — his voice was gentle, like a summer wind. However, when Hong Tin saw the man's face, he remembered a moment from a few days ago. In that memory it was this very man who walked along the path with Liang Li before brutally twisting his neck. He felt the cold touch of someone's hand on his left shoulder. This gesture accelerated his heartbeat and caused goosebumps to run across his entire body. — Hoho, young man, don't you think it is rude to remain silent before your elders? — the boy grew paler with every passing moment. — Liang, is that you? A second voice, whose source was approaching second by second, stopped in front of the boy and struck him directly in the face with an open palm, initially paying no attention to the man beside him. Only when he noticed the stranger's face did he visibly tense up. — Elder, please forgive me for this act. My son did something truly foolish. The stranger interrupted him halfway through the sentence, slowly removing his hand from Hong Tin's shoulder. At that moment he felt as though something was slipping through his skin, however the sensation quickly disappeared. — Ho, but nothing happened, my dear friend. I remember how happy I was yesterday when I learned of your son's return. You should teach him better so that such an incident does not happen again. Who knows what may happen under the cover of night? — having finished speaking, the stranger walked through the village under the moonlight, disappearing into the darkness. As soon as his silhouette vanished, Hong Tin felt that he could breathe normally again. He even forgot about the second man standing beside him, who quickly reminded him of his presence with a second slap. — What was that for? — he whispered, bewildered. — Liang, what is happening to you? When I returned home, your mother told me everything. The boy simply remained silent. By doing so he stirred his father's anger, who, grabbing him firmly by the shoulder, began slowly dragging him toward the house. With every word to which Hong Tin did not respond, he grew more and more tense until they finally arrived. After seating his son in the kitchen, he spoke in a quiet voice: — Your mother is asleep. She barely managed to fall asleep after what you said to her. You will NOT go anywhere until we talk. — He slowly sat opposite his son and crossed his arms. Only when he looked into his father's furious eyes did he understand the seriousness of the situation and that he would not be let go. Finally he forced out: — What do you expect me to tell you? Sorry? Forgive me? Point out someone's fault? — The truth. And lower your voice, we do not want to wake your mother. — The truth? The truth? Ha, ha, ha... — Hong Tin himself did not know why, but those words were incredibly amusing. The son's reaction surprised the father. — What is so funny? — Nothing, absolutely nothing. So you want to hear the truth? Very well then. The truth is this: I do not want anything to do with either you or my “mother.” Just looking at you makes me angry, so if you can, please give me at least a little peace. — Letting it all out slightly relieved Hong Tin's stressed soul, allowing him to relax a little. Unfortunately not completely. He still had no intention of revealing the greatest secret of transmigration. The father sat frozen, unable to force out a single word. His son's behavior was foreign, different. Despite the sight of a familiar face, he felt something strange about the child before him. — You... you... are you really Liang? Tho