I let you be a fugitive, not to set up a private army.

Chen Jiajun had only taken a few steps when he was blocked by adults coming out from all directions. Judging from their expressions, they were obviously unfriendly.

Speaking is also:

"Outsider, what brings you to our village?"

"We don't welcome you, leave now."

"Look at him, he's holding the village chief's white lantern. He must be a thief."

"Or maybe he's a human trafficker who's here to steal children. He should be arrested, tried by the village chief, and then burned to death."

"Burn this guy, burn him."

The faces of the people around gradually showed a twisted excitement.

"I just saw him talking to a fool, probably a fool too."

"One fool is enough for our village. If there is one more, we will be laughed at by other villages. Maybe they will call us the 'fool' village behind our backs."

"How can this be? Why not just beat this guy to death?"

"Kill this stranger!"

"kill him!"

The expressions of the villagers were completely distorted. They walked forward step by step, some raised their hoes, and others took out kitchen knives.

With a look of madness and ferocity——

"Wait a minute." A woman squeezed into the crowd and stopped them. "He is a guest in my house, not a thief or a fool."

“It turned out to be a guest.”

The villagers suddenly became disappointed and dispersed dejectedly.

……

"I clearly warned you not to follow the lantern instructions and come to the village."

Zheng Yin led the Demon Hunter to her home and continued, "When the sun rises, the black moon disappears, and the villagers begin to fall asleep, you must leave immediately."

I felt sad in my heart: This novice demon hunter who doesn't even know how to make silver bullets is so brave that he dares to break into such a scary place.

"Do you know me?" Chen Jiajun asked.

"Well, thank you for helping me clear up my memory. Now I understand that I have turned into a monster." Zheng Yin's eyes were full of fatigue.

Although we know the truth about the world, it is not necessarily beautiful because nothing can be changed.

After walking a distance, we came to a small two-story house.

Her husband's dissatisfied voice came into her ears: "Zhang Ting, I told you to put the veil back on after dinner, but you don't remember at all."

Then my daughter's voice came: "This is the only time I've forgotten to cover my face in these past few months. Look how many times you've forgotten to cover your face than I have. It's so annoying that you keep harping on about trivial matters like this all the time."

The husband raised his voice: "How can you talk to your parents like that? They eat my food and wear my clothes, so I can't say a few words to you, can I?"

"Didn't I say no?"

The daughter also raised her voice, "You are not just saying a few words, but you are talking all day long. You either forget to turn off the lights or the windows. If you close the door a few seconds late, you will start scolding me for forgetting to close the door..."

"If you did everything right, would I scold you?" the husband said louder and louder.

The daughter followed up with a loud voice, unconvinced, "Unless it's your own reflection in the mirror, you can always find hundreds of things to dislike about it... I'm just eating and putting the bowl on the table, and you say I have to eat with the bowl in my hands. What a broken rule."

"The floor is just a little dirty, and you start complaining that I never know how to mop the floor. I'm clearly ready to mop right away, and you want you to scold me..."

"And since you don't eat spicy food, you angrily threw away my chili peppers, saying it's bad for your health. You throw away snacks and drinks, but you can't drink them either. You control everything, including clothes, shoes, hairstyle, and nails. You want everything to be controlled by you. Am I a puppet?"

"I'm doing this for your own good," the husband began to roar. "Are these drinks and snacks healthy? And you're so young, why are you painting your nails? If someone sees you, even I'll be embarrassed..."

"This has nothing to do with doing it for my own good. This is just a twisted and sick desire for control."

The daughter angrily retorted, "It's really for my own good. It's about giving me a home where I can feel warm, not about having to be so cautious about what I buy, do, or take every day, afraid of being blamed or criticized again."

"Look at the way you're yelling at your parents now. Why are you being so cautious?"

The husband was furious: "You've grown up so big, but you still don't understand anything. I don't give you food or clothes. I raised you for nothing..."

"You always stand on the moral high ground, treating children born in other families as if their parents didn't raise them. If they don't do what you say, you'll be as vicious as if you want to eat them."

The daughter also began to roar, "At your age, you still don't understand the saying 'you can't change anyone.' You keep saying this and that to me. It only makes me feel bad, increases my risk of cancer, and shortens my lifespan. Is this for my own good? It's not good at all. Your actions are nothing but evil."

"It's my fault that I did all the evil. Fine, I won't care about you anymore. You can do whatever you want." The husband's voice trembled slightly.

"I don't know how many times I've heard you say this. After a while, you'll start saying, 'As long as I don't break the law, why do you have to care so much about me?'"

The daughter's voice continued, "Those missing children in the village weren't taken away by human traffickers at all. They all committed suicide. The biggest reason wasn't from the outside world."

"It's all because of your self-righteous claims of 'this is for your own good' that I'm forced into this situation. Every day I face oppression and insults, feeling no happiness or warmth at all. Waking up finds me living in a mental torture chamber..."

……

"My daughter committed suicide before she died, and I followed her. After you awakened my memory, I can remember that I was in the grave. My husband buried us with his own hands, and then watched over us before he passed away beside the grave."

Zheng Yin sighed heavily. "Alas, I know my husband is not what my daughter said. His methods may be wrong, but he does care about her very much."

"Yeah." Chen Jiajun nodded.

Zheng Yin asked, "What do you think I should do to change this situation and make this home warm again?"

"I don't know." Chen Jiajun shook his head.

Maybe it will never be warm!

My daughter is right. One person can never change another person. Young people don't listen to advice, middle-aged people are even less willing to listen to others' advice, and the elderly are even more stubborn.

This contradiction will never end unless the father's cognition changes.

Even if they realize this, there is still a long way to go before they become a person with very stable and peaceful emotions and who can completely control themselves.

It is not difficult to understand the truth, but the most difficult thing is to integrate knowledge and action.

There are only one such person in ten thousand, and normal people cannot do it. Except for a few people who are naturally easy-going, most families are destined to have such generation gap conflicts.

It’s not necessarily just between children and parents, but also between marriages, mother-in-law and daughter-in-law…

As long as one party wants the other party to do things their way, the disaster begins and will never end.

Don't expect ordinary people to change. Those who criticize others will always criticize them, and they will always find other things to dislike and demand that they change...

This question has no solution.

Just like people are destined to die, there are some things that have no solutions.