Chapter 63: The Call

Nanjing, stepping on this city has changed not only the license plate, Zhao Kuang said that it was the first time to step into this land, but Gong San'er was also the first time to set foot here, without waiting for Zhao Kuang to ask Gong San'er a cautious look and said that the city is a pool of deep water, at least more complicated than Qingdao, the young people who came here did not leave any fierce people or eleven evils, almost all of them became bones, and sank the North Wilderness Lake.

Maybe these are very abstract for most people, and Gong San'er doesn't need to talk about this step, but these stories do happen all the time, that is, these things are the bottom line of this era, an era is like a mirror, there are domestic and foreign, but in the end it is an illusion, even if it takes three days and three nights, it can't be said.

The Guo family in Gong San'er's mouth can occupy a place even in the dire Nanjing, and it is not a simple place, all in all, it is not easy to provoke, even Pan Weigong has to pay three points, this weight is terrible enough.

But even if it is the emperor's relatives Zhao Kuang and Gong San'er, they have to be hard-headed, and there is no reason to retreat, but in the end, the ambitious two people who actually belong to the dwarf still let Guo Hongzhu lead the way, and it is not the Guo family that comes, but the villa of Guo Qihu's brother, think about it, I am afraid that they will not be able to see the true face of the Guo family.

The simple villa, the area is not very large, the same terrain is not the golden area of Nanjing, the decoration is not a gold inlaid jade bracelet, but it always gives people an unfathomable feeling, pressed the doorbell a few times, the three of them waited for a while and no one answered, just when Gong San'er felt that there was no one here, the big iron door opened, it was a young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, showing his head to look at the three people, and finally his eyes stopped on Guo Hongzhu for a long time, as if he thought of something, but he did not show any surprised look, and his expression was in place, The door was opened for the trio.

The front of the villa is full of plum blossoms, which bloom gorgeously in this winter, Zhao Kuangchao looked at this snow plum and thought of something, but life didn't seem to give him sentimental time, Gong San'er patted Zhao Kuangran's shoulder, and the two followed the young man into the villa.

There was a warmth in the villa, the decoration is not a facility, and it is still taking a simple route, at this time the four men in the villa are rubbing mahjong, after seeing the people, the four pairs of eyes are staring at Zhao Kuangchao and the three of them, just like that, until a somewhat decadent man went downstairs, and the four of them played cards with high interest.

"Red Candle, are you going to come here for the New Year?" The man showed a harmless smile and sat on the sofa, with the face of an unscrupulous uncle, a messy hairstyle, a somewhat fierce beard, and a pair of deep eyes, which seemed to be quite lethal to women.

Guo Hongzhu shook his head, as if holding back tears, and glanced at Gong San'er, Gong San'er cleared his throat and said, "I don't know if you are"

The man glanced at Gong San'er, then looked at Zhao Kuangchao, who was very rigid, and smiled: "Guo Qingyi." ”

Gong San'er nodded suddenly and said, "Guo Qihu is dead, we will send Guo Hongzhu back to Guo's house for him." ”

The action of the young man with thick eyebrows stopping to serve tea, and even the movements in the hands of the four men stopped, Guo Qingyi put down the cigarette case in mid-air and said, "That's all?" ”

"That's all." Gong San'er only promised, always feeling that this atmosphere was too weird.

"Qihu, I didn't expect you to be really broken by that Guo Qingming." Guo Qingyi couldn't tell whether it was sadness or regret on his face, so he got up gently, hugged Guo Hongzhu, who had begun to cry, into his arms, patted Guo Hongzhu's back three times, and muttered: "Red Candle, although your brother Qingyi doesn't have much ability, but who dares to provoke the Guo family, even if he doesn't pick up a layer of skin, I have to make him spit out a mouth full of teeth." ”

Gong San'er didn't doubt the truth of what Guo Qingyi said, in fact, Guo Qihu's death was far from being as simple as they imagined, and those young people who had a good relationship with Guo Qihu would sit idly by? Although he doesn't lock his eyes on Pan Weigong, how much can Pan Weigong take away Guo Qihu's things in Qingdao?

Guo Qingyi settled Guo Hongzhu, who was still in a poor mental state, Guo Hongzhu just agreed to stay, and when Qingdao University opened, it would pass, Guo Qingyi didn't want Guo Hongzhu to be contaminated with that wrong place again, but he really couldn't survive Guo Hongcan's temper with Guo Qihu.

Looking at Guo Qingyi's attitude towards Guo Hongzhu, Zhao Kuangran breathed a sigh of relief, in fact, he planned that if the Guo family didn't want Guo Hongzhu, he was willing to protect it, although he just thought about it, but the Guo family's acceptance was undoubtedly the best ending.

"Are you going to stay or go back?" Guo Qingyi went downstairs.

"Go back." Gong San'er answered first, Rao is very thick-skinned, and he can't stand the inappropriate atmosphere downstairs.

"Okay, I won't send it, I'm going to see Mrs. Guo later, and I'll remember the favor of sending the red candle to you." Guo Qingyi took the windbreaker handed to him by the young man with thick eyebrows, and put on a look of going out.

Gong San'er nodded with a frightened face, this is Guo Qingyi's favor, or the Guo family's favor, I feel that this trip to Nanjing was not in vain, and the two did not stay for long, so they left with Guo Qingyi, and watched the high-end A8 open out of sight, Gong San'er breathed a sigh of relief.

"Master, how do you think the Guo family will deal with Guo Qihu's death, will they kill Qingdao?" Zhao Kuang opened his mouth and said, now they have an industry in Qingdao, and they are also in contact with Pan Weigong intentionally or unintentionally, this Guo family does not seem to be easy to mess with.

"The odds are not big, Guo Qihu is not worth the Guo family's fight to break the net, but he said that he is sure, do you remember the Mu Qiuling in Xiamen that we met last time? I heard that she and Guo Qihu are old friends, and I am afraid that she will also come to Qingdao. Gong San'er sniffled, because she was used to staying in a warm room, and she was choked by the cold on this cold day.

Zhao Kuangran nodded thoughtfully, like a game of chess, or never over.

On the way back to Qingdao with Zhao Kuanglan and Gong San'er, an A8 has been on the highway to Qingdao, and there are three expressionless men in the car, it is Guo Qingyi who sits in the back seat and closes his eyes to recuperate, and the two strange men sitting in front of him are driving a man with two scars on his face, giving people the impression of a bow lifting strings, and the other is a somewhat elegant man, exuding the breath of a literati and ink writer, but the figure is a thorough martial arts figure, which is a little weird.

"Zhun Ti, has anyone moved a chopstick to Guo Qihu's things in Qingdao?" Guo Qingyi opened his eyes and said coldly.

The man sitting in the passenger seat laughed and said: "Chang Xiao has just been contacted, it seems that no one is willing to make a head bird yet, but Qihu is gone like this, what does Mrs. Guo say." ”

Guo Qingyi's face was heavy, and he raised his head and said: "The master is old, he may not be so ruthless, but I think he is really angry, but he is the stubborn donkey Guo Qihu who was angry." ”

The man smiled, with some regret in his smile.

"I heard that Mu Qiuling has already left for Qingdao, but he only brought thousands of troops and horses, and he came here for Guo Qihu's old relationship, remembering and doing his benevolence." Guo Zhun ti shuddered as he spoke, as if he was deeply afraid of something.

"We'd better not meet with Mu Qiuling's girl, if it weren't for the strict road now, I would really dare to carry two real guys over." At this time, the scarred man who drove meticulously said with a toothpick in his mouth.

Guo Qingyi raised his head and smiled behind him, thinking about this nameless call for zài, who is giving Guo Qihu face?

A mediocre cemetery in Qingdao, this is a heroic Guo Qihu buried, and there is a martial idiot Li Jinbao, the two are close to each other, just like their final fate, the funeral is deserted to a point, a few people before and after, the rest are unwilling to show up, and it is Xu Changxiao who arranges a qiē, and he is also the only one who left a few tears at the funeral.

The roe deer is dressed in a suit today, and the old evil is also strict, they didn't go to the front, and looked at the box of ashes from a distance at the end, feeling a lot of emotion, but they couldn't speak, and they were generally just looking at people from afar, and there were many more, but they just looked at it tacitly.

Life is so tortuous, too many people die in this namelessness, until they are forgotten, leaving nothing.

In Tibet, Zhou Yanhua, who was still wearing bandages, knelt in front of the Horn Temple, and Li Huwolf, who was dressed in decent clothes, stood at the front, watching the most respected old horn in the temple to send Wang Lianghu on his last journey, but he still couldn't change the saying that Wang Lianghu would go to hell, after all, they had done too many sins in their lives, so much that they forgot about it.

"Liang Hu, you are the smartest of the three, you are white first, and your death is still glorious, how should I go with Dark Flower?" Li Jackal smiled at the funeral, perhaps only he and Zhou Yanhua thought that a dead man was lucky.

In the wilderness, Wang Long and Zhang Meng were tired and panting, and finally got the corpse of the white vulture Chang Rin, and finally the two rested in front of an old tree, looking at the two small mounds not far away, maybe this is the saddest ending, but how many such ambitions are buried in this land?