Ye Fei was silent for a while. The woman in the photo was still smiling brightly. Her black and white eyes were clear enough to drip water.

"Alai, you must know that I have arranged Li Xuan with him."

"I was hoping to stimulate Ye Ting and let her fight Li Xuan. Then he could follow this clue to find out the murderer who killed you."

"But now it seems that I am the most stupid one. I think Yin Shaolong has already known it."

After a long time, ye Fei said again, "he has always missed you."

No more words, ye Fei stood in the autumn wind for a while, then turned and stepped on the stone road, slowly left here.

"Alai, am I not self defeating, but do you blame me?"

Ye Fei sighed and walked out of the cemetery.

It seems that because of absent-minded, so went to the door, ye Feifei found that she seems to have taken a fork in the road, the exit is not the gate to come.

Looking at the direction, ye Fei plans to call the driver, but finds that she has forgotten to save the driver's number.

Simply, ye Fei put up the phone and walked along the path.

After walking a kilometer or two, it seems that you have entered a small market. The road is not wide. On both sides of the road, there are a lot of peddlers or wheelbarrows standing on both sides of the road. Some people are shouting hard, others are bargaining with pedestrians, but they are also somewhat angry and lively.

Looking at the green leaves on the ground, the color of the leaves is delicate and delicate, and the green leaves make people feel full of vitality. Although it is afternoon, there are still water droplets rolling on it, which makes people have a big appetite.

Ye Fei squatted in front of the stall and looked at the vegetable leaves in front of her. She looked up to see that the owner of the stall was a middle-aged woman in her fifties. Her face was covered with wrinkles, and she was tanned by the sun, but she had a gentle smile.

"Auntie, how about cabbage and spinach?" Ye Fei spoke softly.

The woman seemed very happy: "cabbage 3 yuan, spinach 3 yuan 5, are all from their own family, very delicious ~"

Ye Fei selected a few, the woman quickly and enthusiastically packed the vegetables, ye Fei paid for the money and then continued to stroll in the market with vegetables.

Not far away, I saw a small stall selling daily necessities.

Ye Fei took aim at the gray and white vegetable basket on it. Along the way, she saw many people carrying it and immediately paid for one.

Walking and stopping all the way, ye Fei bought some yellow light and tomatoes, picked some apples and pears, until she felt that she had some difficulty carrying it, so she gave up.

Count the goods, look up for a moment, ye Feiwei Zheng.

Not far ahead stood a woman in a wide T-shirt and jeans, looking down at two turnips on the ground.

Although half squat on the ground, but the woman always one hand to look at the turnip, the other hand is always on the hand of a baby stroller, it seems that only in this way can she feel at ease.

Ye Fei can't help but stop and her eyes fall on the woman.

The woman's hair is tied at will, a few wisps of hair hang in the side face, slightly obscuring her appearance.

The skin color is not white like snow, but a light wheat color, with a slender body and two long legs that you don't need to measure. It has a distinctive flavor in the crowd.

Then for a moment, ye Fei thought she was hallucinating.

Although the woman always showed only a side face, she felt inexplicably that it was Alai who survived.

Ye Fei closed her eyes, gently shook her head, and then looked up. The woman in front of her was still there. She was a little bit overlapped with Alai in memory, but she had a little more tenderness as a mother.