Mo Yanfei glanced back at the main hall: "Oh, don't say this kind of thing in the Pure Land of Buddhism, the Buddha will be unhappy." ”

Zhang Siye was speechless, turned around and walked up the mountain. Mo Yanfei followed behind Zhang Siye, and after walking for a while, Mo Yanfei said: "You walk slowly, my legs are not so long, I can't keep up with you." ”

Zhang Siye stopped: "Is it far enough from the Pure Land of Buddhism now?" ”

Mo Yanfei looked up at the sky: "There are gods three feet above your head." ”

Zhang Siye had a cold face: "I want to be quiet for a while, you go back." ”

Mo Yanfei raised his eyebrows, pinched his waist with both hands and said: "Zhang Laosi, I can bear you for a long time, Jing'er is your relative and my friend." She's gone now, I'm not in a good mood, and I don't have the patience to play with you. ”

Zhang Siye looked at Mo Yanfei, who had a fight with the shrew who was standing at the door of his house and pinching his waist and scolding the street, and said lightly: "Are you complaining about me?" ”

"Yes, you know that Jing'er is not happy at home, why can't you take her out."

Zhang Siye stared at Mo Yanfei, and when Mo Yanfei finished speaking, he walked straight up the mountain.

Mo Yanfei turned around and walked down the mountain, but she didn't take a few steps, she stopped again, she looked back at the mountain, and saw that Zhang Siye had already reached the top of the mountain. Mo Yanfei clenched her right fist and picked at her index finger with the nail of her thumb, the pain calming her down.

Zhang Siye stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the scattered farmhouses in the distance, and slowly clenched his fists. When Zhang Siye heard the footsteps behind him, he didn't look back, but looked intently at a wisp of cooking smoke rising from a farmhouse.

Mo Yanfei walked to Zhang Siye's side: "I was in a bad mood just now, I said a little too much, don't care." I know that even if you offer to pick up Jing'er to live in your plum garden, Jing'er won't go. ”

"I want to send her to study in the provincial capital."

Mo Yanfei sighed: "She is so timid, how dare she leave home so far." ”

Zhang Siye said sadly: "I told her that I could take Mingxia and Feng Qiang with me, but she still refused to go." ”

Mo Yanfei suddenly thought that Zhang Siye had always been thoughtful, and he wanted Jing'er to go to school, so he naturally thought about everything: "Don't be sad, the autopsy results will come out tomorrow, if Jing'er is really killed, I will definitely avenge Jing'er, even if Jing'er is suddenly sick, I will not let Zhao Qiao'er feel better." ”

Zhang Siye glanced at Mo Yanfei, who was wearing a police uniform: "You don't know the law and break the law, I will deal with my business." ”

Mo Yanfei pursed his lips: "What I have to deal with is my business." ”

Mo Yanfei also looked at the farmer who was raising the smoke and muttered, "It's two o'clock now, why do their families cook?" ”

Zhang Siye said: "Maybe it was the man who went home, maybe it was the guests who arrived from a long distance." ”

"Why can't it be that the hostess is hungry?"

Zhang Siye glanced at Mo Yanfei: "If you were hungry now, would you cook for yourself for so long?" ”

"No, but I'll find a man who can cook for me."

Zhang Siye said lightly: "That person won't be me." ”

Mo Yanfei raised his head and said arrogantly, "I know." ”

The two of them fell silent again, and "Grunt" Mo Yanfei's stomach suddenly rang. Mo Yanfei was already used to being embarrassed in front of Zhang Siye, so he naturally said, "I'm hungry, I'm going back to eat." ”

"You go back first."

"It's windy at the top of the mountain, so you can go back too."