Chapter 365 Hui Zai Is One of the Seven Sons

Chapter 365 Hui Zai is one of the Seven Sons

After about half an hour, the discussion ended.

Li Qiao came to the tea room to wash the cups, looked at Lian Zhen who was making coffee beside him, "When will the exchange conference be held?"

She also just learned that the application materials submitted by Renhe Lab have passed the review of the scientific research institute, were 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 Pama, Shang Fu had an accident, but she never showed up.

The standard style of abandoning the car to protect the handsome.

And the organizer of the exchange meeting happened to be the Medical Council.

At this time, Lian Zhen was stirring the coffee with a spoon, and replied with warm eyebrows: "It should be in the middle of July, almost half a month away."

Li Qiao raised her eyebrows calmly, and continued to rinse the cup, but her eyes became farther away.

The Nanyang Conference was also held half a month later.

...

After a while, Li Qiao returned to the research room with the cup in her hand. Just as she opened the brochure of the exchange conference, her cell phone rang.

She glanced at the caller ID, got up and went to the corridor.

It's Tang Yiting.

The moment the phone was connected, Tang Yiting asked in a strong nasal voice, "Qiaoqiao, have you returned to Nanyang?"

"Well, I'm back." Li Qiao frowned when she heard her sniffling, "What's wrong with you?"

Tang Yiting took two sips of water, slapped her thigh, and started chatting, "It's okay, I just woke up with a cold.

Qiaoqiao, you don't know how miserable I am, not to mention being kidnapped in Parma, and later being touched by my cousin's friend.

When will you be free? Can we meet tomorrow? You can accompany me to find a fortune teller for divination. I suspect that I have a bad year, so everything is not going well. "

Li Qiao rubbed her forehead, shook her head and sighed softly, "I have something to do tomorrow morning, I can do it in the afternoon."

"Okay, then I'll go find you tomorrow afternoon, and then listen to me tell you about my adventures in Palma."

Tang Yiting coughed while talking, and the moment she hung up the phone, she sneezed twice.

Huo Ming, who was struck by lightning from the sky, would be at odds with him in this life.

...

The next day, early in the morning, Li Qiao was wearing a black T-shirt and jeans, got on the big G of the Mercedes-Benz and drove towards the old street in the south of the city.

Today is the third anniversary of Hui Zai's death.

She came to Zhong Jiugong's funeral shop, under the black and white signboard, the shutter door had already been raised.

Li Qiao parked the car on the side of the road and looked around when she entered the door. She thought it was her brother Mo Qi who came to help look after the store, but she saw Jiu Gong squatting next to the shelf as if looking for something.

"Teacher?" Li Qiao called out as she paced forward.

Jiugong turned his head unsurprisingly, with a kind smile on his brows, "Girl, here we come."

Long time no see, Zhong Jiugong looks good, although his wrist is still wrapped with bandages, but his complexion is rosy, and he is not as tired and old as before.

Li Qiao walked over and squatted in front of him, reaching out her hand to stop him, "What are you looking for, teacher? I'll help you."

"No, it'll be ready right away." While speaking, Jiu Gong 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 flickered, she took the incense burner, and her voice lowered a little, "Teacher, do you still remember?"

Zhong Jiugong propped up his knees and planned to stand up, but Li Qiao quickly supported his arm.

He said: "Today, I was in a hurry, so I wanted to take a stroll in the store. I only remembered when I saw the calendar. Every year on this day, you have to go to the mountains, and I will help you prepare something for worship."

Li Qiao supported Zhong Jiugong to the cash register and took a seat. She looked at the small incense burner in her hand, "Thank you, teacher."

Even if Jiugong said it lightly, Li Qiao knew in her heart that he must have come back on purpose to help her prepare something.

At this time, Zhong Jiugong put his injured wrist on the table, and rubbed the dust on 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, and when she nodded, she took out her mobile phone and scanned the WeChat QR code at the cash register. Before Jiu Gong could stop her, a payment notification sound came from his pocket.

——Wechat accounted for 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 when she came here to pick up the things.

It has been two years in a row, and each time it is 20,000.

After paying the money, Li Qiao put the phone back into her pocket. She sized up Jiugong, "Master, did you come from the boxing gym?"

"Well, the boy from the Fu family sent me here." Zhong Jiugong stood up while talking, pouted at the door of the shop, "You take your 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 too. This hand is recovering well, and I can almost start picking up jobs after a while. "

Zhong Jiugong urged Li Qiao to go out, and she didn't delay any longer. She put all her things in the trunk, got in the car and went to Xishan.

At the same time, on the main road in Nanyang City, a row of luxurious Rolls cars were parked in front of the traffic light zebra crossing.

Luo Yu, the co-pilot, received a message, looked down at the content, and quickly turned around, "Boss, there is a message from the laboratory building that Ms. Li left the door in the morning, and then went to Xishan from the south of the city."

In the back seat, Shang Yu leaned against the back of the chair and slowly opened his eyelids, his eyes were bottomless.

There are few people around Xishan, which belongs to the undeveloped area of ​​Nanyang, and 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 dilapidation and desolation.

Li Qiao got out of the car, took the black bag in the trunk, and walked into the depths of the forest through the weeds.

Since it just rained yesterday, the grass and trees are still covered with dew.

Li Qiao walked through the dense jungle and winding paths, and soon came to the half-hillside.

In the flat terrain ahead, a few dappled rays of light happened to fall on a stone tablet.

In the secluded forest, there is a monument and tomb built by Li Qiao herself.

That is Hui Zai's tomb in Nanyang.

Li Qiao came to the tomb, put down the black paper bag, stared at the inscription, and then lowered her eyes after a long time, took out a towel and mineral water from the bag without saying a word, and began to wipe the tombstone meticulously.

Hui Tsai, one of the seven border sons.

Three years ago, he died at the frontier at the age of twenty-five.

In terms of age, Fai Jai is the eldest.

That year, Li Qiao was nineteen years old.

In that last riot, she rescued Nan Yu and all the prisoners, except Hui Zai.

He died horribly, with almost no bones left.

When Li Qiao arrived at the scene, Hui Zai was lying alone on the devastated battlefield with only one arm cut off by the gangsters.

If she hadn't insisted on rescuing the group of captured tourists, perhaps...Hui Zai 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 also lost the eldest brother of the frontier seven sons.