The Whole Village Was Lying the Year I Was Born

My name is Shen Zhixia. When my mother died, she left me a key and an old photo. There is only one sentence behind the photo: "Don't go back to Huaishu Village. The whole village was lying the year you were born." I don't believe it. Until I returned to that village and found that my name was written on the family tree, but it had been crossed out thirty years ago. The old people in the village closed the door when they saw me. The village chief said that my mother had gone crazy a long time ago. On the tablet in the ancestral hall, there is actually a baby with the same name as me. And under the old well, the bones of a child from thirty years ago were actually dug up. Everyone tells me: "Shen Zhixia, you died the night you were born." But I'm obviously still alive. Later I learned that it was not just one child who died that winter. There is also a woman's innocence, a mother's life, and the last bit of conscience of the entire village.