Xie Fan took out a photo, and the couple in the photo were smiling brightly. :乐:文: 3.しxs.

Xie Fan said: "The background of this group photo is these two stones, and I finally saw them on this stone mountain today. Xie Fan let out a long breath.

"These two stones have a nice name called Husband and Wife Peak. Liu Ningbo's hand supported his chin, tilted his head and told Xie Fan about the legend of the Husband and Wife Peak.

Xie Fan listened incredibly, "This is really a good place, no wonder it attracted the attention of the eldest brother, the eldest brother stayed here for two years, and even had children." The elder brother is a lover of temperament, and he was romantic and affectionate when he was young.

"The eldest brother has a diary, which thickly records the love between him and Cuizhu, from beginning to end, it can be said that it is full of anger, I put it in the suitcase, and I will show it to you after I go down the mountain. ”

Zhong Cuibai finally came back at sunset, and when she saw Liu Ningbo and Xie Fan in front of the house, she didn't have a good face. She wore the coarse cloth clothes of work, and the small red flowers reflected a sweaty face full of exhaustion and anger.

Liu Ningbo stood up and called out a little timidly: "Mom." ”

"Hmm. Zhong Cuibai didn't look at her, snorted, opened the door and entered the house, unloading the basket on his shoulder and the bucket on his arm. Inside the barrel is a fresh and tender tea needle, exuding a green and fragrant tea aroma.

"Mom, this is Uncle Xie Fan. Liu Ningbo introduced.

Zhong Cuibai took off the bamboo hat from his head, fanned his neck, and glanced at Xie Fan. Xie Fan's scholarly appearance and knowledge of etiquette made her disgusted, and his style showed her vulgarity.

"Where's Yiwei, didn't he come with you?" Zhong Cuibai asked Liu Ningbo angrily.

"He still has a lot of work to do, so I hung up on him at first and told him that Master Jing'an wanted to see him. He said he would hail a taxi to the countryside after work. Liu Ningbo explained softly, looking at Zhong Cuibai timidly, for fear that Zhong Cuibai would be annoyed if he was not satisfied.

"Why are you so busy with work, why do you still ask him to run blindly? Why did Master Jing'an suddenly call him over? You went to Baiyun Temple today?" Zhong Cuibai's eyes looked at Liu Ningbo, she didn't dare to look at Xie Fan squarely, so she could only use her afterglow to sneak away from this well-dressed and graceful man.

"Well, I went to Baiyun Temple to ask Master Jing'an about something, but Master Jing'an said that he wanted to see his mother and Yiwei. Liu Ningbo replied softly, always respectfully. She looked like a wreck, which made Xie Fan frown.

"See me and Yiwei?" Zhong Cuibai raised his eyebrows.

"Hmm. ”

"Didn't you say anything?" Zhong Cuibai frowned, pursed his lips, clasped his hands to his chest, and put on a shrewd mother-in-law spectrum.

Liu Ningbo glanced at Xie Fan, and temporarily concealed the truth that Master Jing'an was Cuizhu from Zhong Cuibai, and she said, "No, Master Jing'an may have something to say to his mother in person!"

"You wait here, I'll go change into clean clothes, and I'll go with you to see Jing'an." ”

"Why don't you wait for Yiwei to come and go together?" asked Liu Ningbo.

Zhong Cuibai didn't say anything, and went into the bedroom by himself. After a while, he came out with clean clothes. This time, he wore a coarse linen dress with broken flowers on a blue background, and he looked elegant and simple.

"Let's go!" Zhong Cuibai said lightly, and led the way in front. When I arrived at Baiyun Temple, I suddenly saw that the nuns in the temple were in a mess, one by one frightened, and they ran out in a panic. Liu Ningbo and the three of them were taken aback, grabbed a little nun who was scurrying around with her head in her hands, and Liu Ningbo asked, "Master, what happened?"

"Master Jing'an was killed!"

The little nun trembled and said a word, and then fell to the ground, got up and ran out of the temple. Liu Ningbo and Xie Fan looked at each other, and before they could come back to their senses, Zhong Cuibai had already panicked and rushed into the temple with messy steps.

Zhong Cuibai had already seen Cuizhu. She collapsed in the backyard with a knife stuck in her chest, covered in blood, and her clothes soaked with blood. The abbot led the female nuns of Baiyun Temple to stand beside her, they put their palms together, the rosary hanging on the palm of the hand shook back and forth with the throbbing mood, and the words in their mouths were giving Cuizhu overdue.

Seeing that Zhong Cuibai was almost unstable on his feet, and the whole person was shaky, the abbot master stepped forward and said in a low voice: "People can't be resurrected after death, and Cuibai is mourning on the Lord's Day." ”

She threw herself to Cuizhu's side, shook her, burst into tears, and muttered: "Sister, sister, what's wrong with you? Who did such a bad thing to you?"

Liu Ningbo and Xie Fan had already entered the backyard, and they were deeply shocked when they saw Cuizhu's death. The person who was fine a few hours ago has been ordered to send Huangquan this time, and both of them have an indescribable feeling in their hearts. Cuizhu had a fruit knife in his chest, and he died miserably, and Zhong Cuibai was crying hoarsely on the side, calling "sister" again and again, which shocked Liu Ningbo even more. Liu Ningbo's eyes were red, and he stepped forward to comfort Zhong Cuibai and said, "Mom, don't cry and break your body." ”

Zhong Cuibai turned his head, his eyes were vicious and full of resentment, which surprised Liu Ningbo. I only heard Zhong Cuibai say indignantly: "What are you doing in Baiyun Temple today to find Jing'an?"

Liu Ningbo was speechless for a while, she was frightened by Zhong Cuibai's evil anger and was stunned.

"What did you tell her, and why did she seek death as soon as you came?" Zhong Cuibai roared hysterically.

"Wait, who said that Master Jing'an committed suicide?" Xie Fan stepped forward and pulled Liu Ningbo up, turned his head and asked the abbot, "Have you already called the police?"

All the nuns nodded, and the abbot said, "I have called the police just now." ”

When the police went up the mountain, it was already dusk. Wires were drawn up in the backyard of the entire Baiyun Temple, and many lights illuminated the scene as if it were daylight. The medical examiner pulled the knife from Cuizhu's chest, but did not extract any fingerprints. If Cuizhu committed suicide, at least his own fingerprints would have been left on the handle of the knife, but no, the police speculated that it was likely that he killed him. The murderer wore gloves in advance, so he naturally did not leave marks on the handle of the knife when committing the crime. However, because there were too many footprints in and out of the scene, the police could not determine which footprints belonged to the murderer. Jing'an's body was taken away by the police for further evidence collection by the forensic doctor. When Fang Yiwei arrived at Stone Mountain, Liu Ningbo and Xie Fan had already accompanied Zhong Cuibai back to the cabin. Zhong Cuibai's whole body was depressed, leaning on the bed and whimpering. Liu Ningbo cooked white porridge and asked Fang Yiwei to bring it to the room, where could Zhong Cuibai eat, but he just hugged Yiwei and cried uncontrollably.

"Mom, Master Jing'an is very good to our family, I can understand that you are sad when she dies, but don't cry and spoil your body!" Fang Yiwei persuaded.

Zhong Cuibai shook his head vigorously, and his voice was hoarse, "Son, you don't understand. ”

"What my son doesn't understand, Mom told me!" Fang Yiwei said soothingly, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and his eyes looked at Zhong Cuibai inquiringly. Zhong Cuibai opened his lips and stopped talking. She couldn't tell him anything, she could only sob and wipe her tears.

"Mom, eat this porridge, sleep well, tomorrow I will go to the Public Security Bureau to inquire about Master Jing'an's case. Master Jing'an is so good, he can't just die so inexplicably. ”

Coming out of her mother's bedroom, Fang Yiwei saw Liu Ningbo sitting alone at the mouth of the stove, and when she heard the sound, she looked up and saw that it was Fang Yiwei, so she exhaled in shock. Fang Yiwei walked over, squatted down, held her hand, and asked softly, "I'm scared, right?"

Liu Ningbo frowned, preoccupied.

"Ning Bo, did you say that Master Jing'an wanted to see me today?"

Liu Ningbo nodded.

"Why did Master Jing'an suddenly tell you that he wanted to see me, what are you doing in Baiyun Temple to find her?"

Liu Ningbo opened his mouth and found that there was no way to talk about it. At the end, she said: "Yiwei, when Master Jing'an died, my mother kept calling her 'sister', is she my mother's own sister?"

"I haven't heard my mother say that. Maybe Mom and Master Jing'an have a good relationship, and it is reasonable to be commensurate with sisters. Fang Yiwei explained.

Liu Ningbo secretly wondered in her heart, and suddenly, she suddenly had an epiphany: Zhong Cuibai, Cuibai, Cuizhu, are they really a pair of sisters? During the day, when Xie Fan asked Cuizhu where the child was, Cuizhu did not answer directly, but just asked her to take Yiwei's mother and son to meet her, could it be that Yiwei is the child of Cuizhu and Xie Ping? Liu Ningbo was shocked, and stared at the face in front of him with wide eyes.

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