"Tell me, does this color suit me?"
Although Song Yan had said before that Ye Zhiqiu could call him by his given name directly, seeing that the other person was still so polite, it would seem a bit abrupt if he did so.
Song Yan might seem easy - going, but the proper etiquette couldn't be ignored. At the same time, Ye Zhiqiu was also curious about what kind of fabric the other person would give him.
Hearing this, Ye Zhiqiu slowly stood up, putting his hands in his sleeves, with a calm expression. "Then please wait a moment, Director Song."
"It's okay. I'm not in a hurry. Take your time." Song Yan replied politely. Ye Zhiqiu didn't say anything else and just turned around and walked towards the house.
After Ye Zhiqiu left, Song Yan found the empty courtyard a bit boring. The private school where Ye Zhiqiu taught was in a remote place, and most of the children studying there were from poor families.
However, the green plants in the courtyard were lush and green, which showed how carefully they were usually taken care of.
He looked at a small flower peeping out from behind the fence, and just looking at it made him feel at ease.
It was at this moment that Song Yan wondered if his aimless arrival here that day was really just by chance.
Perhaps, unconsciously, this place had already become his safe - haven in his subconscious.
"Sorry to have kept you waiting, Director Song."
Just as Song Yan was lost in thought, Ye Zhiqiu's voice suddenly sounded. He turned around and saw Ye Zhiqiu holding a piece of fabric in his hand, which was properly wrapped in paper.
"Teacher Ye could have just brought it directly. There's no need to wrap it specially." Song Yan said with a smile, looking at the fabric in his hand.
Ye Zhiqiu glanced at the wrapping on the fabric. He was thinking whether he should tell the other person that the fabric was already wrapped when he got it, and he had just opened a corner to take a look.
But seeing the other person so happy, it was better not to say it.
Ye Zhiqiu quickly thought about it in his mind and finally didn't say the words of explanation. He held out the fabric in front of Song Yan and said calmly, "This fabric is for you, Director Song."
Song Yan wasn't polite either and just took it generously.
On his way back from the private school, he kept wondering what the fabric Ye Zhiqiu gave him looked like. Since the other person had said it suited him before, he thought it should be vermilion.
As the saying goes, the higher the hope, the greater the disappointment.
"Director, when did you change your taste? You actually bought fabric of this color?" A junior investigator passed by the inner cabinet and saw Song Yan looking seriously at the unfolded fabric.
Unable to hold back, he made this joking remark.
Song Yan also thought it was a bit of an exaggeration. It was a dark - green fabric with peacock - feather patterns embroidered in gold thread. Although the pattern was gorgeous, it was just the color...
"Mo Xu, tell me, does this color suit me?"
Song Yan stroked his chin, waved to the investigator who was standing at the door laughing, and motioned him to come in. Then he pointed to the fabric on the table and asked seriously.
Mo Xu walked into the inner cabinet, looked at the fabric and then at Song Yan's expression. He didn't know what to say. It seemed that no matter what he said, it would be a difficult question.
"Director, I just remembered that I still have some work to do. I'll leave first."
When faced with a question one doesn't know how to answer, the best way is to avoid it. So Mo Xu very sensibly shuffled towards the door. As soon as he finished speaking, he was already out of sight.
Song Yan was left there, staring blankly at the fabric for a long time.
"What? You said Teacher Ye gave you a roll of green fabric?" Shen Huaian was sipping tea from his cup and couldn't help laughing out loud at Song Yan's confiding.
"Do you think I look like I suit green?" Song Yan looked down at the tea in his cup, frowning as he said this, looking quite concerned about this matter.
Shen Huaian was the kind of person who loved to watch the fun. Seeing this, he just gave a bad idea. "If you're so concerned, in my opinion, you'd better go and ask Teacher Ye yourself. Otherwise, you'll be stuck in this dead - end thinking."
Song Yan waved his hand, pretending to be indifferent. "Who's concerned? Don't talk nonsense."
"Okay, okay. But aren't you going to the private school a bit too often recently? You used to often invite me to drink, but now you go to Teacher Ye's place every other day. Tell me, do you have some other intentions?"
Shen Huaian was sipping his tea, looking at Song Yan's forced calmness. He squinted his eyes, leaned closer and whispered.
It was just a joke, but unexpectedly, Song Yan's reaction was extremely intense. He put the cup in his hand on the table with a loud noise. "Don't talk nonsense. Teacher Ye and I are just in frequent contact because of the case investigation."
"Yeah, yeah, I know. But why are you reacting so strongly?" Shen Huaian propped his chin with his hand and said with a smile at his strong reaction.
Song Yan also realized that his behavior just now was a bit over - the - top. He coughed and pretended nothing had happened. "Did I react strongly? I don't think so. I think you haven't practiced sword - fighting with me for a long time and your hands are itching, right?"
Threat, this must be an obvious threat!
Shen Huaian was a businessman and didn't know any martial arts. Every time Song Yan threatened him, he would say that he wanted to practice sword - fighting with him.
Forget it. He couldn't beat Song Yan, so he had to accept his fate.
"Let's not talk about this. Let's drink tea." After receiving the threat hint, Shen Huaian quickly changed the topic and didn't say more on this matter.
But some things couldn't be solved just by not mentioning them. Song Yan still couldn't get over the fact that Ye Zhiqiu had given him a piece of green fabric.
The reason why Ye Zhiqiu suddenly wanted to give Song Yan something was very simple. He had been in a bad mood at the investigation department before, so he went shopping on the street and bought some things.
He accidentally bought too much, and somehow he bought a piece of green fabric. He really liked the pattern, but unfortunately, he didn't like the color.
Just when he didn't know what to do with this fabric, Song Yan came to visit. So he simply gave the fabric to him.
There was really no other meaning behind it. It was just that he didn't know what to do with it and Song Yan happened to come.
He just didn't know that the other person would be so bothered by this matter.
On this side, Song Yan was still brooding over the fabric, but what happened later didn't give him time to think about anything else.
On the street that had been peaceful for a while, a corpse appeared again.
By the time the investigation department got the news, the government officials had already evacuated the surrounding residents. When Song Yan arrived at the crime scene, he saw the long street stained red with blood and the badly - mangled corpse.
The body was lying on the ground, with its eyes closed but mouth wide open. Song Yan stepped forward to examine the body and found that although it was similar to the previous corpses, there was something a bit odd about it.
Although he had a hunch that there was something strange about this case, he couldn't find out what was odd.