Chapter 46: The Poet by the Creek.

When Ye Bingyin and Hua Rou left Mofu, it was already very late, and the two of them walked on the silent street, not knowing what to say for a while.

"What are you going to do?" Hua Rou looked at Ye Bingyin and asked.

"Find She Qingfeng tomorrow, he has a good relationship with Mo Qian, and he should be able to find some clues!" Ye Bingyin said lightly, as if he didn't care much about this matter anymore.

Seeing Ye Bingyin like this, Hua Rou realized that Ye Bingyin should have received a big blow this time, because Ye Bingyin had never failed like this, and he couldn't even find out how Mo Qian died, he had been handling the case for so many years, and this was the first time.

The autumn wind rose, swirling the fallen leaves on a street, Hua Rou suddenly felt a little cold, Ye Bingyin hugged Hua Rou tighter, and then slowly walked towards the hotel, but Ye Bingyin's heart still felt a little uneasy.

The people in the hotel had already fallen asleep, Di Yun and the others had already rested, and after Ye Bingyin and Hua Rou returned to their rooms, they couldn't sleep for a long time.

The next day, Ye Bingyin got up early, he was going to look for She Qingfeng, and after finding She Qingfeng, he hoped that he would be able to find out the cause of Mo Qian's death.

She Qingfeng seemed to be missing, and he hadn't been seen for a long time, but Ye Bingyin still had a way to find someone, so in the end, Ye Bingyin still found She Qingfeng's location.

It was by a stream, and the stream was full of all kinds of silk willows, but at this time the silk willows were only bare willow branches, and the leaves had withered and yellowed, and they fell into the stream when the wind blew them.

There is a dilapidated house on the side of the creek, there are many tables and chairs in it, it is a school, She Qingfeng actually became a teacher here, which made Ye Bingyin feel quite strange.

At this time, it was still morning, and the students had not yet come, so She Qingfeng stood there alone and recited a poem, and he chanted a song poem.

Xie Yi's Jiang Chengzi.

Xinghua Village Pavilion Wine Flag Wind, Water Dissolve, Raise Residual Sleeves, Wild Boat Crossing, Willow Green Yin Thick, Looking at the South of the Yangtze River and Mountains Far Away, People Don't See, Grass is Empty.

Outside the sunset building, the evening smoke cage, the powder fragrance melts, the light eyebrow peak, remember the year, see the picture screen, only about the mountain tonight and the moon, thousands of miles away, plain light with the same.

This word was made by the lyricist Yiren, Ye Bingyin didn't understand why She Qingfeng liked this word.

However, Ye Bingyin didn't come here today to listen to She Qingfeng's poetry, so after She Qingfeng finished chanting, he shouted hello, and then walked over and said: "In the past, She Junshi was here to teach today, which looks quite pleasant!" ”

She Qingfeng turned around and saw Ye Bingyin, he looked at Ye Bingyin and said with a smile: "Who am I, it turned out to be the famous Detective Ye, now Detective Ye is already a household name in this realm, how can you have time to come to me today, is it possible that you also like the pastoral life, and want to chant poetry with me here, good-looking:,!" ”

Ye Bingyin shook his head again and again: "I don't have this ability, I'm here specifically to find you!" ”

"Something!" She Qingfeng asked with a smile.

Ye Bingyin nodded, changed his unruly appearance just now, and then said: "Something, Mo Qian was murdered!" ”

After Ye Bingyin finished saying this, the book in She Qingfeng's hand suddenly fell, and he hurriedly walked up to Ye Bingyin and asked, "How could she be murdered?" Who's going to kill her a girl! ”

Ye Bingyin saw that She Qingfeng was so excited, so he hurriedly pulled him to sit down, and then said: "I don't know this very well, because until now, I haven't even found out how she died!" ”

She Qingfeng looked at Ye Bingyin with disbelieving eyes: "How can you open it and can't even find out how she died?" You are the famous Ye Bingyin! ”

But Ye Bingyin could only smile bitterly and said, "I can't help it, I'm really about the cause of Moqian's death, that's why I came here to find you!" ”

"Do I know the cause of death!" She Qingfeng doesn't know if it's blame or what? Anyway, Ye Bingyin didn't sound so comfortable, but he also understood She Qingfeng. Although the two of them did not have a definite relationship, it was always true that Mo Qian liked She Qingfeng, so She Qingfeng was somewhat self-reproachful.

"What do you want me to do when you come to me?" After a long time when She Qingfeng's mood calmed down, he looked at Ye Bingyin and asked.

Ye Bingyin smiled and said, "I want you to go to Mofu with me to have a look, maybe you can know how Mo Qian died, after all, the relationship between the two of you is ......" Ye Bingyin said this and did not continue, because he was afraid that after he continued, She Qingfeng would be even more sad.

She Qingfeng was a little sad, he forced himself to stand up, and kept saying: "I should go to see her, I should go to see her, why did she die?" Impossible, impossible......"

Ye Bingyin suddenly regretted telling She Qingfeng the news, because when he saw She Qingfeng like this, he felt a little unhappy in his heart, how high-spirited She Qingfeng was in the past, and he was not shocked, but now?

Could it be that when a man hears that the woman he loves is dead, he will not be like this after he dies, he will not be his former self, he will suddenly feel distressed, he will ......

Ye Bingyin thought too much about what he would, but it was not as good as She Qingfeng's dim eyes, which seemed to be lifeless.

Ye Bingyin still had to think about this, he saw She Qingfeng walking alone in front like a lonely soul, so he was a little worried, so he hurriedly stepped forward to follow him, he wanted to help She Qingfeng, but he was pushed away.

Ye Bingyin had no choice but to follow behind, and as they walked all the way, the wildflowers on the side of the road had already bloomed, and it was difficult to raise their heads after being wet with dew.

The birds were still chirping and chirping, as if everything around them had nothing to do with them.

After She Qingfeng walked out into the street, all the people who saw him hurriedly retreated, as if he was a plague person, and his life would be lost if he got closer.

She Qingfeng ignored these completely, he just walked forward, Ye Bingyin followed behind like this, enduring the criticism of others against them, Ye Bingyin felt embarrassed.

It's just that he has to She Qingfeng is a strong person, he will cheer up sooner or later, Ye Bingyin suddenly, suddenly missed She Qingfeng who was chanting poetry by the stream.

But all this was broken by a message from Ye Bingyin, the children who went to class this morning should be strange! Why didn't the teacher, who has always been punctual, come today? But? His book is clearly on the earth, and he has come.

When they came to Mofu, She Qingfeng still rushed in desperately.