The matter came to an end, and the Li Qingzhi case also opened successfully.The judge decided to pronounce the verdict on a date, and the result will be known in about half a year.Huang Xiang comforted: The first instance cannot be done, there is still the second instance, so don’t be afraid.
Li Qingrui knew that he had done his best, and the result was left to the judge and time.
On the other hand, despite the difficulties and obstacles, his barbecue stall was still set up.
Although he is a newcomer, there are also many customers, and it may be for his handsome face.In addition, lame men are the best at gaining sympathy, and many customers will also forgive him more for this.
Since then, Li Qingrui started the hard work of being smoky and returning late and early.
Li Huachen considers his father to have difficulty in legs and feet. Every day after school, he will come to the stall to help carry heavy objects, accompany his father in the first half of the night, and go home to sleep in the second half of the night.
At first, Li Qingrui refused to let his son come, but later he suddenly remembered that he had met a father and son master at a barbecue stall. He felt that things in the world were impermanent and all had fixed numbers, so he no longer stopped him.
Despite being busy with work, Li Qingrui still goes to the detention center to visit his younger brother every week.
The vice president of finance, who was originally so delicate that his hair became a flat-headed prisoner, wearing a bright orange and red prison uniform. His wrists, who were used to wearing precious watches, are now handcuffed and red marks, and are grinding out of calluses.
My younger brother has lost a lot of weight, his cheeks are sunken, his eyebrows are straight, and he has a more murderous aura.
On the contrary, my brother was exhausted, his hairstyle was messy, and his clothes were dirty. If he hadn't kept that handsome face, he would have been thrown into the ranks of the construction site uncles long ago.
You are not as good as me, a prisoner.My younger brother complained, don’t the police station have instrument requirements?
The brother held his neck and looked sideways, saying: Everyone is at work, who cares about you?He never revealed half of the matter of unemployment and being cheated.
He glanced at his younger brother with some guilt and changed the subject. How was the repentance you wrote?
I'll let the prison guard forward it to you.The glass reflects, and my brother can't see his brother's face very clearly.
Write a few more letters and show them well. Maybe you can get a reduction in sentence.
The two were very calm and talked about some common things.The brother would say that his son's grades would never improve, and he would pass the math score if he was a few points worse.My younger brother said that everyone is very lawful in it and no one fights.
The two of them regretted it very much. They regretted that they could meet freely before, but they rarely talked and were angry with each other, but now they could only talk with a large piece of glass, holding a microphone.
The brother raised his hand and pressed the cold glass with his warm palm. Beyond the glass was his eyes full of affection and love.
My younger brother understood it, and raised his hand, met his brother's hand, and put it on.
They seemed to have crossed the glass and hugged each other again.
Azhi, no matter how many years have passed, I will wait for you to come out and go home.
OK, little brother.
Life is so quiet, as quiet as the wind passing by the bed when you are asleep, silently until a sudden loud gunfire burst out, breaking the dream.
The night before the verdict was announced, Chen Mazi, who was fleeing everywhere, was surrounded by ambushing and still wearing plain clothes. He raised his gun and fled in panic, deliberately running into the crowd, disrupting the police's sight, and making the police worry that passers-by dare not shoot at will.
Ah～～～～～～
Pedestrians avoided it. It was originally a bustling night market in J City. The street was full of people and horses.
Chen Mazi injured several people along the way and was shot in the arm, but he was still unwilling to give up. His strong will to survive made him run wildly.
It's you?!
In a panic, Chen Mazi found Li Huachen hiding behind the stall in a afterimage.He always believed that he was a traitor and felt that he had ended up like this because of him.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
careful!
Gunshots came one after another, and Chen Mazi fell to the ground and was shot dead by the police on the spot.
Huachen!A cry from my father came from the noisy crime scene.
Li Qingrui pushed away his son who was pressing against him, and his chest was stained with a large pool of blood, and a burst of chill came.A moment before shooting, Li Huachen bravely blocked his father and protected his family.
Li Huachen was shot in the left chest and vomited blood. The severe pain made his whole face covered with sweat. He opened his mouth, as if he was about to say something.
Li Qingrui was frightened. He put his son flattened, pressed the wound with both hands, trying to stop the blood that kept gushing out. It's okay, it's okay, dad will take you to the hospital right away...
Dad, it hurts so much.This was his last sentence. Li Huachen looked at his father foolishly and said his last farewell before leaving.
Without having time to think too much, Li Qingrui directly carried his son and ran towards the hospital.
Li Huachen was too tall and strong. This was once the capital that his father was proud of, but now it has become a blockade to keep his son from seeking medical treatment, not to mention that he is still a cripple.
He had never hated his lameness so much. He couldn't walk fast at all. He could only carry his son step by step and walk slowly among the panicked crowd.
The crowd was crying, asking for help, screaming, and mixing with sirens, whistles and conversations. The world was so complicated, but Li Qingrui could not hear any sound. His vision was blurred by tears and could not see clearly, but he could clearly feel his son's gradually cold body temperature and weakened breathing. He was about to lose him.
It was too slow, he could at least stay with his alive son for a few more minutes.
Too slow will only make the son's chance of surviving less and less.
In the last few seconds of Li Huachen's life, he remembered his childhood. He always envied other children for being able to ride on their father's neck, hold a beautiful windmill, or be played with by his father's back.
He thought he could do this too. Now that he has found his father, he has been cared for by his father, so he has no regrets in his life.
But what about my father?His life is full of regrets.
In a daze, he also remembered his father. He never despised his deformed body. He always held himself and played around with him, and carried him for a day and a night.
Now he is also a father, and after losing his father, he also loses his son.
Li Qingrui knew that he had done his best, and the result was left to the judge and time.
On the other hand, despite the difficulties and obstacles, his barbecue stall was still set up.
Although he is a newcomer, there are also many customers, and it may be for his handsome face.In addition, lame men are the best at gaining sympathy, and many customers will also forgive him more for this.
Since then, Li Qingrui started the hard work of being smoky and returning late and early.
Li Huachen considers his father to have difficulty in legs and feet. Every day after school, he will come to the stall to help carry heavy objects, accompany his father in the first half of the night, and go home to sleep in the second half of the night.
At first, Li Qingrui refused to let his son come, but later he suddenly remembered that he had met a father and son master at a barbecue stall. He felt that things in the world were impermanent and all had fixed numbers, so he no longer stopped him.
Despite being busy with work, Li Qingrui still goes to the detention center to visit his younger brother every week.
The vice president of finance, who was originally so delicate that his hair became a flat-headed prisoner, wearing a bright orange and red prison uniform. His wrists, who were used to wearing precious watches, are now handcuffed and red marks, and are grinding out of calluses.
My younger brother has lost a lot of weight, his cheeks are sunken, his eyebrows are straight, and he has a more murderous aura.
On the contrary, my brother was exhausted, his hairstyle was messy, and his clothes were dirty. If he hadn't kept that handsome face, he would have been thrown into the ranks of the construction site uncles long ago.
You are not as good as me, a prisoner.My younger brother complained, don’t the police station have instrument requirements?
The brother held his neck and looked sideways, saying: Everyone is at work, who cares about you?He never revealed half of the matter of unemployment and being cheated.
He glanced at his younger brother with some guilt and changed the subject. How was the repentance you wrote?
I'll let the prison guard forward it to you.The glass reflects, and my brother can't see his brother's face very clearly.
Write a few more letters and show them well. Maybe you can get a reduction in sentence.
The two were very calm and talked about some common things.The brother would say that his son's grades would never improve, and he would pass the math score if he was a few points worse.My younger brother said that everyone is very lawful in it and no one fights.
The two of them regretted it very much. They regretted that they could meet freely before, but they rarely talked and were angry with each other, but now they could only talk with a large piece of glass, holding a microphone.
The brother raised his hand and pressed the cold glass with his warm palm. Beyond the glass was his eyes full of affection and love.
My younger brother understood it, and raised his hand, met his brother's hand, and put it on.
They seemed to have crossed the glass and hugged each other again.
Azhi, no matter how many years have passed, I will wait for you to come out and go home.
OK, little brother.
Life is so quiet, as quiet as the wind passing by the bed when you are asleep, silently until a sudden loud gunfire burst out, breaking the dream.
The night before the verdict was announced, Chen Mazi, who was fleeing everywhere, was surrounded by ambushing and still wearing plain clothes. He raised his gun and fled in panic, deliberately running into the crowd, disrupting the police's sight, and making the police worry that passers-by dare not shoot at will.
Ah～～～～～～
Pedestrians avoided it. It was originally a bustling night market in J City. The street was full of people and horses.
Chen Mazi injured several people along the way and was shot in the arm, but he was still unwilling to give up. His strong will to survive made him run wildly.
It's you?!
In a panic, Chen Mazi found Li Huachen hiding behind the stall in a afterimage.He always believed that he was a traitor and felt that he had ended up like this because of him.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
careful!
Gunshots came one after another, and Chen Mazi fell to the ground and was shot dead by the police on the spot.
Huachen!A cry from my father came from the noisy crime scene.
Li Qingrui pushed away his son who was pressing against him, and his chest was stained with a large pool of blood, and a burst of chill came.A moment before shooting, Li Huachen bravely blocked his father and protected his family.
Li Huachen was shot in the left chest and vomited blood. The severe pain made his whole face covered with sweat. He opened his mouth, as if he was about to say something.
Li Qingrui was frightened. He put his son flattened, pressed the wound with both hands, trying to stop the blood that kept gushing out. It's okay, it's okay, dad will take you to the hospital right away...
Dad, it hurts so much.This was his last sentence. Li Huachen looked at his father foolishly and said his last farewell before leaving.
Without having time to think too much, Li Qingrui directly carried his son and ran towards the hospital.
Li Huachen was too tall and strong. This was once the capital that his father was proud of, but now it has become a blockade to keep his son from seeking medical treatment, not to mention that he is still a cripple.
He had never hated his lameness so much. He couldn't walk fast at all. He could only carry his son step by step and walk slowly among the panicked crowd.
The crowd was crying, asking for help, screaming, and mixing with sirens, whistles and conversations. The world was so complicated, but Li Qingrui could not hear any sound. His vision was blurred by tears and could not see clearly, but he could clearly feel his son's gradually cold body temperature and weakened breathing. He was about to lose him.
It was too slow, he could at least stay with his alive son for a few more minutes.
Too slow will only make the son's chance of surviving less and less.
In the last few seconds of Li Huachen's life, he remembered his childhood. He always envied other children for being able to ride on their father's neck, hold a beautiful windmill, or be played with by his father's back.
He thought he could do this too. Now that he has found his father, he has been cared for by his father, so he has no regrets in his life.
But what about my father?His life is full of regrets.
In a daze, he also remembered his father. He never despised his deformed body. He always held himself and played around with him, and carried him for a day and a night.
Now he is also a father, and after losing his father, he also loses his son.
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