Forensic without kites

Chapter 33: Snowstorm (7)

"Do you often do this?"

He didn't care about her cold and arrogant attitude, he raised his hand to wipe the fine snowflakes off his shoulders, and asked her intentionally or unintentionally.

"Yes."

I didn't expect that she would answer like this...seriously.

"Can you still go up the mountain?"

He stared at her like a torch, and asked in a low voice.

In the snowstorm, the woman's black hair has been blown away by the cold wind.Gu Jingnian heard a soft but firm voice blowing in the wind.

"can."

He stopped talking, lowered his head and glanced sideways at the woman beside him, a faint light flashed in his deep eyes.

After a long time, he suddenly took off the outermost layer of windbreaker, walked to her side, did not even take half of his eyes off her, and said coldly: "You put this on first, or you will freeze to death later, I will kill you." No one's life will be paid to Zhang Ting."

She stared blankly at the pitch-black windbreaker in her hand, and his cold and arrogant attitude displeased her.However, the fingertips seemed to be stained with the scorching heat left over from the man's body. In such a world of ice and snow, Wu Yuan felt that her icy heart had finally cracked a small gap, and it was wrapped in a cloud of hot mist. Tears wet my eyes.

She held on tightly to the windbreaker in her hand, and seeing the tall and straight man walking farther and farther in front of her, she put it on without any hesitation, and quickly caught up with his vigorous pace.

After climbing to the last altitude of 4500 meters, Wu Yuan and Gu Jingnian finally set foot on a quiet village on the peak.

Sanjiagang is really unique, just like the paradise in the painting.

Standing halfway on the road with her hands on her knees, Wu Yuan suddenly had such an idea.She seemed to understand why Fu Jingting's parents didn't want to live in the city center with their son, but were willing to grow old in such a closed village.

Everything here is so fresh, uncontaminated by the filth of the outside world, she even thinks that the black mud under her feet is cute.

An old man with firewood on his back saw them and asked, "Why do you come here? You seem to be very raw. The young man is not from here."

Gu Jingnian then took out his ID and made it clear to him.

The old man let out a long sigh, then pointed to the first three-story building in the village, and said, "No, this is their home."

At the end, he sighed softly: "Oh, it's God's will, you said such a good family, why did this happen suddenly!"

With a flash of black eyes, Gu Jingnian's voice sank, and he asked, "Old man, as far as you know, how is Ms. Guizhi's son?"

The old man seemed to be lost in thought, and he sighed again after a long time: "Hey, he is quite a nice guy, what a cultured young man, and he treats people well, but he refuses to get married. Just refuse to get married!"

"Fu Jingting refuses to get married, does he have another girl he likes outside?"

Suddenly, Gu Jingnian said in a low voice.

"Ah?" The old man seemed a little stunned, and then he hurriedly waved his hands: "I-I don't know about this! You should go and ask him!"

As he said that, before Gu Jingnian could speak, he hurried away with the firewood on his back.

Wuyuan looked at the footprints in the snow in different shades ahead, and suddenly said: "This old man must know something and didn't say anything."

Gu Jingnian didn't take up her topic, so he left.

"Let's go, go to the dead man's house and have a look."

Jin Guizhi and her husband Fu Dalong are eating lunch on the hot pit.Suddenly there was a dull knock on the door in the yard.

She wondered: who will come at this time?
Fu Dalong had already put down his chopsticks, struggling to get down the pit, "Guizhi, you eat first, I'll go and have a look."

"Hey, don't!" She pulled him back, frowned and reprimanded: "Your thighs are suffering from cold, it's better not to go into the pit. I'll go and have a look and come back."

(End of this chapter)