Chapter 365: Huizi is one of the seven sons

Chapter 365 Huizi is one of the seven sons
After about half an hour, the seminar ended.
Li Qiao came to the pantry to wash his cups, and looked at Lianzhen who was making coffee beside him, "When will the exchange meeting be held?"
She just learned that the application materials submitted by Renhe Laboratory have passed the review of the scientific research institute, successfully selected, and obtained the qualification to participate in the exchange conference.
Everything seemed to be going well, but Li Qiao remembered that the vice chairman of the Medical Council was Shang Qiongying.
This time in Parma, Shang Fu had an accident, but she never showed up.
The standard abandoning the car and keeping the handsome style.
The organizer of the exchange conference happens to be the Medical Council.
At this time, Lianzhen was stirring the coffee with a spoon, and replied with warm eyebrows: "It should be in mid-July, almost half a month away."
Li Qiao raised her brows calmly and continued to rinse the cup, but her eyes became much longer.
The Nanyang Conference was also held in half a month.
...
After a while, Li Qiao returned to the research room with the cup, and just opened the briefing of the communication conference, the phone rang.
She glanced at the caller ID, got up and went to the hallway.
It is Tang Yiting.
As soon as the call was connected, Tang Yiting asked with a strong nasal voice: "Qiaoqiao, have you returned to Nanyang?"
"Well, I'm back." Li Qiao frowned as she listened to the sound of her sniffing, "What's wrong with you?"
Tang Yiting drank two sips of water, patted her thigh, and opened the chattering box, "It's okay, I have a cold, and just woke up.
Qiaoqiao, don't you know how miserable I was, not to mention being kidnapped in Parma, and later by my cousin's friend.
When are you free? Can you meet me tomorrow? You will accompany me to find a numerology master to make a divination. I suspect that my fleeting years are not good, so everything is not going well. "
Li Qiao rubbed her forehead, shook her head and sighed, "I have something to do in the morning, and this afternoon is fine."
"Okay, then I will find you tomorrow afternoon. Then you will listen to me and tell you about my adventures in Parma."
Tang Yiting coughed while talking, and immediately sneezed twice as soon as she hung up the phone.
Huo Ming, who is struck by lightning, will be at odds with him in this life.
...
The next day, early in the morning, Li Qiao, wearing a black T-shirt and jeans, got on the Mercedes-Benz G and drove towards Chengnan Old Street.
Today is the third anniversary of Huizi's death.
She came to the funeral shop of Zhong Jiugong, and the rolling door had already risen under the white sign on the black background.
Li Qiao parked the car on the side of the road and looked around when he entered the door. He thought it was Brother Mo Qi who came to help check the store, but saw Jiugong squatting next to the shelf as if looking for something.
"Teacher?" Li Qiao paced forward and called out.
Jiugong turned his head unsurprisingly, with a kind smile on his brows, "Girl, here comes."
Having not seen him for a long time, Zhong Jiugong looked good, although his wrists were still bandaged, his complexion was ruddy and he was not as tired and old as before.
Li Qiao walked over and squatted in front of him, stretched out his hand to stop him, "What is the teacher looking for? I will help you."
"No, it will be fine." While talking, Jiugong found a small brown incense burner from the bottom of the shelf, held it with one hand and blew the ashes on it, and then handed it to Li Qiao, "Here, take it. ."
Li Qiao's eyes flashed, and when she took the incense burner, her voice was slightly lowered, "Do you remember the teacher?"
Zhong Jiugong was about to stand up on his knees, Li Qiao quickly supported his arm.
He said: "Today I was in a panic, so I wanted to take a stroll in the shop. I only remembered when I saw the calendar. This day every year you have to go to the mountain and help you prepare something to worship."
Li Qiao helped Zhong Jiugong to sit down at the checkout counter. She looked at the small incense burner in her hand, "Thank you, teacher."
Even if Jiugong put it lightly, Li Qiao knew in his heart that he would come back specially to help her prepare things.
At this time, Zhong Jiugong put his injured wrist on the table and rubbed the dust off his fingertips, "Okay, don't be so polite with me. Everything is in the black bag at the door. Go early and return early."
Li Qiao turned around and took a look. As he nodded, she took out her mobile phone and scanned the WeChat QR code at the cashier counter. Before Jiu Gong stopped, a sound of receipt came from his pocket.
WeChat received 20,000 yuan.
Zhong Jiugong sighed and got used to it.
He knew that even if he didn't come today, Li Qiao would definitely pay if he came here to get things.
It has been two years in a row, every time it was 20,000.
After Li Qiao paid the money and put the phone back in her pocket, she looked at Jiugong, "The teacher came from the boxing gym?"
"Well, the Fu family boy sent me here." Zhong Jiugong said as he stood up, and grumbled at the shop door, "You take things and go back quickly, don't worry about my old bones.
This is not far from the association, and I happen to plan to go there. This hand has recovered well, and will almost be able to start picking up after a while. "
Zhong Jiugong urged Li Qiao to go out, but she didn't delay any longer, put all the things in the trunk, got in the car and went to Xishan.
At the same time, on the main road of Nanyang City, a row of luxurious Routh motorcades was stopping in front of the traffic light zebra crossing.
The co-pilot's Luo Yu received a message, looked down at the content, and quickly turned around, "Boss, there was a message from the laboratory building that Miss Li went out in the morning, and then went to Xishan from the south of the city."
In the back seat, Shang Yu leaned back in the chair and slowly lifted his eyelids, his eyes bottomless.
The vicinity of Xishan Mountain is inaccessible and belongs to the undeveloped area of ​​Nanyang. The mountainous area is even more primitive and barren than Nanyang Mountain.
What is she going to do?
...
At half past nine, Li Qiao came to Xishan alone.
The surrounding wilderness is covered, and the undeveloped urban area is full of shabby and desolate.
Li Qiao got out of the car, carrying the black bag in the trunk, and walking into the depths of the forest under the weeds.
Since it rained just yesterday, the vegetation is still hanging with dew.
Li Qiao passed through the dense jungle and winding paths, and soon came to the half-hill position.
In the gentle area ahead, a few dappled rays of light happened to fall on a stone monument.
In the secluded forest, there is a stele and tomb made by Li Qiao.
That is Huizi's burial mound in Nanyang.
Li Qiao came to the tomb, put down the black paper bag, and looked at the inscription steadily. After a long time, she lowered her eyes, took out the towel and mineral water from the bag without saying a word, and began to carefully wipe the tombstone.
Huizi, one of the Seven Borders.
Three years ago, he died at the border, at the age of twenty-five.
Ranked according to age, Huizi ranks the boss.
That year, Li Qiao was nineteen years old.
In that last riot, she rescued Nanyu and everyone who was captured, but Huizi was not saved.
He died horribly, almost completely dead.
When Li Qiao rushed to the scene, Huizi was left lying alone on the devastated battlefield with an arm cut off by the bandits.
If she hadn't insisted on saving the group of captured tourists, perhaps... Huizi would not have died alone.
It was also that time that Li Qiao accidentally rescued the second son of the Jing family, Jing Rui'an.
But he has since lost the eldest brother of the Border Seven.
(End of this chapter)