Chapter 159

It's Muqi, the apprentice of Jiugong.

Li Qiao and them haven't seen each other for some time since the last funeral.

Mozi stood beside the high chair, smiling, very happy.

Li Qiao looked behind him and said, "brother, did you come by yourself?"

"No, today our classmates get together. After dinner, we'll come to the bar." Mozi said and pointed to a box behind him.

Through the half open box door, you can see seven or eight people sitting inside, men and women.

Li Qiao shook his finger and said, "how are you doing?"

"Er -" Mo Qi was dumb. She didn't seem to expect that Li Qiao would suddenly ask about the teacher's recent situation.

And his performance, also instantly attracted the attention of Li Qiao.

She looked at the strange reaction of Mozi, gently raised eyebrows, a lot of light expression.

Over the years, Li Qiao has studied the funeral culture with Zhong Jiugong, and they are both teachers and friends.

In her heart, the weight of Jiugong is very heavy.

At the moment, Mozi's reaction fell into Li Qiao's eyes, and she didn't have to think about it.

Seeing that he was silent for a long time, Li Qiao stood up impatiently, "can't you say? I can see it myself. "

"Xiao Li, don't..." Mozi was nervous and grabbed her arm, "I said."

Li Qiao quietly broke away and raised her chin.

Mozi gently pulled Li Qiao, and they came to the quiet corner of the bar. When they stood, he pretended to be relaxed and said, "in fact, the teacher was hurt the day before yesterday, but it's nothing serious. You don't have to worry about it. It's very good."

These words are perfunctory.

Li Qiao looked at Mo Qi and said, "what's the injury?"

Mozi breathed, "just, just Oh, Xiao Li, let me tell you the truth. I didn't let you know about the teacher's injury. "

He looked at Li Qiao and lowered his head in anger. "I knew I didn't say hello to you just now."

Li Qiao lost her patience.

The cold little deer glanced at Mozi, turned and left.

At this time, Mozi rushed to catch up with her and whispered in a low voice: "it's the teacher's wrist It's broken. "

Li Qiao's steps suddenly stopped, and her eyes were full of light.

Zhong Jiugong is the gold medal undertaker of Nanyang, and also the soul of funeral culture.

He relies on this craft, and his hands are the symbol of his identity.

A broken wrist is a big deal!

Probably seeing Li Qiao's doubts, Mo Qi scratched his head. "I don't know what's going on. The day before yesterday, I went to my teacher's funeral shop to find him. When I came in, I found him sitting on the ground, his whole hand swollen, and his wrist hanging strangely.

The teacher said that he broke it by himself, but I asked the doctor, and the doctor said The teacher had severe bruises on his wrist, like from a violent blow. "

Mozi explained the whole story and lowered his head to blame himself.

If the teacher knew that he had told Xiao Li about his injury, would he be expelled from the school.

After all, he told himself not to say it.

But Facing Xiao Li's cold expression, he You can't help yourself.

At this time, Li Qiao lowered her eyelids and covered the turbulent waves at the bottom of her eyes.

The light effect of the bar swept her face from time to time, a bit confused, a bit demon.

"Which hospital is the teacher in?"

Mozi raised his head in a trance, looked at Li Qiao, who had no expression on her face, and pursed the corner of her mouth, "Affiliated Hospital of Medical University."

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