Strongest Worker

Chapter 412

There was no one around Xiaoxie. It seemed that it was more like being in a country, where there lived a hermit who had not been involved in the world for many years.

Standing in front of the door, Li Qingping recovered his state of mind. Then he pushed the door in without knocking.

The old man with a bent back is writing at his desk. He is wearing a loose white dress. His hair has been dyed with silver frost. What he presents to Li Qing is an extremely lonely figure.

The change is really big.

Li Qing clearly remembers that even when he left ten years ago, Li Qizhi couldn't find a white hair on his head. The body is straight and majestic. How can it be like the dying old man now.

But even so, Li Qing recognized people only by his back. This is the owner of the Li family, his grandfather, Li Qizhi.

Extraordinary ambition means having an extraordinary ambition and breaking thousands of miles of waves by riding the long wind. However, Li Qizhi is old and imprisoned here, which can not be said to be a mockery.

Li Qizhi's two sons, Li Yuanwu and Li Yuanwen. Yuan is the first, while Wu is incompetent, greedy for life and afraid of death. Wen's first lost early. It's rare to see his way. They all do the opposite.

In the third generation, Li Xianzhi's word "virtuous" is compared to being wise. Looking at Li Xian's personal character, he has many advantages. However, he is suspicious and lacks virtue.

Li Qing's green is even more important. The word green comes from birth and from Dan, which is like the color of the East and can be as bright as the morning light. However, Li Qing was forced out of the Li family when he was seventeen years old. He went to the West alone and joined the killer group blood skeleton. It has nothing to do with the meaning of his name, but runs counter to it.

Therefore, the end of the Li family can be seen.

Hearing the sound of pushing the door behind him, Li Qizhi suddenly turned around. At the moment when he saw Li Qing, his body suddenly trembled. The brush in his hand couldn't help falling. The thick ink was dyed into a dark mess on the smooth and white rice paper.

"Qing'er, are you... Back?"

"Look at your performance, I should have heard the news of my return to Lingang before. Your situation is much better than I expected." Li Qing said faintly, turning and gently closing the door.

"How did you come back?" Li Qizhi asked a second sentence. There seems to be no difference with the previous sentence, but the voice has been a little more dignified out of thin air, which is not as excited and fragile as before.

Li Qing grinned and did not hide the sarcasm on his face: "look at your joke."

While talking, Li Qing had already walked to Li Qizhi with her hands on her back, lowered her head, pretended to be careless, looked at the words on the table, and gently read out: "sincerely, gold and stone are..."

Under the last word, there was a mass of dirty ink. Next to it lay a frustrated brush that seemed to be on the verge of death.

"Just one word is missing." Li Qing smiled and shook his head. "This word is really suitable for you to stay here and feel sorry for yourself."

Li Qing said faintly with a trace of memory in her words: "I have been as pretty as a flower in the Western casino, and the Western officials are gorgeous, with the delicate fragrance and the perfume of the perfume. Gamblers gamble for money and win money in the middle of the day. They turn into a pianishu in the evening and run into the guilds of the surrounding guilds. They are not sure how strict the Western casino is, and the gamblers are all sitting in their own places. , if you have the slightest bit of bad rules, you will be severely warned immediately. "

Li Qizhi said nothing. Li Qing glanced at him and continued: "China is different. You know, China's gambling is illegal. So the gambling houses are all open in the dark. A group of big men with cigarettes in their mouths and shirts just taken off because of the heat on their shoulders. More than a dozen people, or even more than 20 people crowded together and stared at the cover cup in the hand of the middle-aged woman with heavy makeup in the center. There are no rules at all. They only know how to pat the table Yell. "

"Do you know their names?" Li Qing suddenly looked at Li Qizhi with a smile and asked.

The turbid fundus of his eyes showed a moment of confusion, and soon became firm and concise. Li Qizhi lowered his head and stared at the ink on the rice paper. The silver stubble under his jaw added a bit of decadence to his whole person, and he was still silent.

Li Qing's smile slowly widened at the corners of her mouth. She suddenly stretched out her hand and patted the table hard. She shouted, "open! Open!"

As soon as his body trembled, Li Qizhi was startled, suddenly took a half step back, raised his head and stared at Li Qing in amazement.

"That's what they call it. Open." Li Qing shrugged with a smile. "Gold and stone are open. At the moment when the cover cup is opened, most people curse their mother with a sigh, so it's better to let it lie in the cup."

The brush on the table was disturbed because Li Qing patted the table, rolled several times on the table, and then fainted with a large amount of ink again.

Li Qizhi picked up the brush, threw it into the washing tank, and then slowly opened his mouth: "since you're here, sit down and talk."

With a slight nod, Li Qing took a few steps back, then turned around, walked to the bamboo mat, took off his shoes and sat down cross legged.

Li Qizhi rolled up the rice paper and stuffed it into the wastebasket on one side. Then he also turned around and sat down opposite Li Qing. He looked at Li Qing across a table. Li Qizhi was about to speak, but the knock on the door rang untimely.