Seeing January, winter is about to pass.

This year's birthday party was held at Yishan Tower as usual. Zhang Rishan came back from the Crescent Hotel, and the older generation from Jiumen also arrived at the scene. Although Wuxie and others were not present, they also gave gifts.

Her status as a group favor is still consolidated.

After one month, early spring was also ushered in, and new buds grew from the banyan tree in the Qi family’s old house.

The business of the shop is still like this. I will start a few hexagrams every day and the days will pass like this.

There was no news on the road for the time being, so Qi Lechuan carried the painting board and went to look for the spring cherry blossoms in March.

Qi Jiujiu lay lazily on the tree. The cherry blossoms fell a few petals and fell on his eyebrows. He frowned and blew his lips, and the petals slowly fell from the tree.

Qi Lechuan stared at his eyes, his hands moving very quickly.

There is only the sound of charcoal pens.

In the sketchbook, there is the lazy and exquisite boy drawn, which is a bit inexplicably charming against the background of pink cherry blossoms.

Qi Jiujiu turned his head to look at her.

Qi Lechuan pinched the charcoal pen, squinted his eyes, turned over another blank page, and quickly put the pen down. Each stroke was just right, making the young man's painting very lively.

When the sun was shining, she stood in the wind with paint, wearing a baseball cap, and waving her brush, as if she wanted to keep spring.

Qi Jiujiu also calmed down, and it seemed that she could cultivate her sentiment in the scenery. She calmed down, like another person, quiet and gentle.

After the sketching, she stood on the top of the mountain with her hands on her back. The wind blew her coat. She said lightly, "The mountains and fields are full of flowers. This mountain..."

Qi Jiujiu followed, "There is no big tomb. This is the private mountain you asked the teacher to find. The flowers all over the mountain were planted by Mr. Le for his wife."

Qi Lechuan looked at him sideways, not understanding the charm, the tomb is sentiment.

After the sketching period ended, she returned to the old house, and Qi Luo seemed to be back from outside in a dusty manner.

As soon as Qi Lechuan put down his things, she saw Qi Luo wearing a formal outfit, she suddenly narrowed her eyes, "Brother Luo, where have you been?"

Qi Luosong had a tie without any other expression, and replied naturally, "Go to the dock to handle some affairs."

Qi Lechuan glanced at him a few times, and looked sarcastic again.

Qi Luo chuckled and walked over to the house, "With this time, it's better to walk around with a few other doors. Those old guys won't let you get a slight dime in business."

Qi Lechuan made a face behind him, so she didn't face those old guys.

Qi Luo turned around and saw her face. He shook his head, feeling helpless, and said, "He helped you check the whereabouts of the third uncle of the Wu family. He was in Yunnan a few days ago, but now he has lost his target."

She was not embarrassed at all, and even followed Qi Luo's footsteps and went to the hall.

She said, "Brother Luo, I have made a divination that this year is extraordinary. I will walk the road ahead by myself, and you will guard the family."

Qi Luo's body was slightly stiff, he took a few breaths, and his tone changed a little, "I will guard the Qi family for you."

Qi Lechuan curled his lips slightly and poured him a cup of tea, "It's not for me, you are my brother, and the Qi family belongs to us."

Qi Luo is a child picked up by Master Qi Ba, and everyone knows it in the Nine Gates. Qi Luo always tells himself that the Qi family belongs to Qi Lechuan.

But Qi Lechuan also told him that the Qi family was not her own, Qi Luo was her brother, and they were relatives.

Qi Luo clenched his fists secretly, then let go, and slowly said, "Okay."

It was May, and she finally received news from her third uncle that she was injured and is now in the hospital.

When Qi Lechuan rushed over, Wuxie fell asleep beside the hospital bed, and Wu Sansheng was about to get out of bed and run away.

It was a coincidence that in the middle of the night, Qi Lechuan was blocked.

The two of them face each other in the corridor. Qi Lechuan was carrying fruits, wearing a gray coat, and tilted his head to look at him, "Uncle San."

She lowered her eyes and looked at her watch, "It's twelve o'clock in the evening, where are you going?"

Uncle San was only half wearing his coat, and he slowly put it on, "Ah, just go to the bathroom. My nephew, you know that it's twelve o'clock in the evening. You can't come during the day? You have to follow the underworld time."

Qi Lechuan made way and asked him to pass by, saying, "You might as well go to the toilet first, remember it is twelve o'clock in the evening."

Uncle San nodded after taking two steps. His little nephew was reminding him that it was her time, and he could not escape from the palm of her hand without his three heads and six arms.

In order not to hit ghosts in the middle of the night, Uncle San went to the bathroom and came back obediently.

However, seeing Qi Lechuan's gift on the table, no one was seen. I wonder where she was hiding, Uncle San temporarily gave up the idea of ​​escaping.

The next morning, Uncle San still felt he had to run away. He walked away faster than anyone else while Wuxie was not awake.

When Fatty Wang pushed the door and went in, he saw Wuxie still sleeping, and there was no one on the bed. The Fatty frowned, "Little Tianzhen, where is your third uncle?"

Wuxie rubbed his eyes and saw that there was no one on the bed, so he hurriedly got up and chased after him.

I chased to the hall and saw the familiar back.

"Don't run away, you old fox." Wuxie said.

As he said that, he smashed the thing in his hand without hesitation.

Uncle San was unstable and was hit. His injuries had not healed yet. He exclaimed, "I'll go, my nephew, you are so cruel."

Wuxie caught up and grabbed him, "Uncle San, where are you going to run?"

Uncle San kept silent and was caught back to the hospital bed by Wuxie.

Uncle San lay on the hospital bed with an expressionless face, sitting and staring at him while Wuxie was watching the fun.

Wuxie took out a photo, held it in front of him, and said, "Old fox, does this photo look familiar? A photo of your archaeological team when they went to Xisha nineteen years ago, Jie Lianhuan died in that operation. After we arrived in Xisha, we saw the blood letter. Tell me if Jie Lianhuan was killed?"

Uncle San looked at it lightly, his eyes slightly changed.

Not far away, Qi Lechuan was chewing gum in his mouth and looking at it with a telescope. There was a wiretap device she had placed in advance in the house. Seeing the expression of Uncle San, she said "tsk tsk" twice.

"Uncle San, Uncle San, his acting skills are really good. Last time I saw the photo here, I was so dull and tight. I almost suspected that he had placed the photo on purpose." She complained.

Qi Jiujiu said it was hard not to agree.

After hearing Wuxie's words, the third uncle turned his head and said, "Oh, I'm dizzy, why did you hit me? Oh, I'm so dizzy."

Wuxie was helpless, this old fox changed the topic again.

Fatty Wang said leisurely, "Wuxie Express."

Wuxie frowned, "Who sent it?"

The fat man said word by word, "Zhang Qiling."

Uncle San's eyes changed slightly.

Wuxie also went to get it in surprise.

Qi Lechuan was stunned for a long time. She hadn't heard her brother's name for a long time. She sent someone to search for it without any trace. She only knew one thing about what happened in the Genting Heavenly Palace.
Chapter completed!