Li Qiuxiang forced a smile and said, "What difference does it make whether you go or not? I'm not blaming you. Even if you go, what good will it do? You'd be better off focusing on recovering! Aiguo, you know, when he was alive, you didn't think much of him, but now that he's gone, all you can think about is him."
Zhao Aiguo felt uneasy after hearing this, because he knew his own injury was not serious at all!
Seeing Li Qiuxiang like this, he sighed, knowing that he couldn't persuade her at this time. Everyone is actually very strong, but it is because they have a bunch of useless people following them who only say useless things that they feel that they are not strong or brave enough. How many people did not die on the road to charging into battle, but died because of other people's hypocritical concern.
After sitting for a while, Li Qiuxiang said, "You called me out because you need something, right?"
Zhao Aiguo said embarrassedly, "Let's forget about it!"
Li Qiuxiang glared at him. "Don't look at me with that pitying look! I'm not that fragile. Stop acting all coy like a woman! If you have something to say, just say it."
Zhao Aiguo then recounted the story of Ma Renyi, Lü Mei, and Lü Xiaozhou. Li Qiuxiang looked at him with utter disdain and said, "This little thing stumped you? Post it in the newspaper!"
Zhao Aiguo blinked. "Yeah! Why didn't I think of that? Even if it doesn't kill him, it'll disgust him to death!" The two discussed it for a moment, and Li Qiuxiang said, "I've been feeling really down lately, a bit empty inside. I'll take care of this for you!"
Zhao Aiguo nodded happily, "Sister, thank you!"
Li Qiuxiang chuckled lightly, "Go back and take good care of yourself! Leave this to me!"
"Sister, if it's not going to work out, then forget it. Don't force yourself!" Li Qiuxiang smiled. "This is just a small matter, it's easy to handle. What's so difficult about it!" Then she left.
She went back to her grandfather's place and got three pounds of newspaper. Then she asked a few kids at the alley entrance to write on the newspapers using soot from the bottom of a pot. They went to post them while it was dark and gave each kid fifty cents.
He didn't waste the remaining paper; he wrote it all down for Qi Zhifang and pasted it on the door of her rented apartment and workplace!
After doing all this, she felt no sense of satisfaction from revenge; instead, she felt even more empty inside.
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