My 1991

His eyes rested on the fruitless vine for two seconds. Meng Qingchi looked at the cucumber seedlings and said, "It's been two months since they came. You've got a good harvest of cucumbers. Are they bitter?"

Lu An closed the courtyard door and replied: "It's not bitter."

As he said that, he walked over and picked out a fat and tender cucumber. He rubbed it on his clothes a few times as usual, broke off the stem and handed it over:

"Try one? If you think it's dirty, forget it."

Meng Qingchi looked at his relatively clean old clothes, took them with a smile, and took a bite.

When she reached the door of the hall, she suddenly stopped on the spot, smelled the toilet water and frowned and asked, "Has Lu Xueping been here today?"

Luan said: "I just left not long ago."

Hearing this, Meng Qingchi didn't plan to go in, so he gave him the woven bag and said calmly: "Go and pack it up and go out with me."

Lu An glanced at the woven bag and found that the contents were wrapped in newspapers, and nothing could be seen.

But he didn't bother to ask any more questions, so he put down his bag and followed him out the door.

Opposite Guifei Lane is an old teahouse. On the left are a few rockeries and on the right is a small pond. There are three osmanthus trees growing on the edge of the pond. Smelling the faint fragrance, the two entered the teahouse.

In addition to the lobby, the tea room also has 12 booths. Meng Qingchi likes 9 booths. This happens every time. I don’t know the specific reason?

Lu An likes Tower 1, where he can see all kinds of people outside through the glass.

"Is there still Biluochun today?" Meng Qingchi asked.

"Sold out." The waiter replied.

The person who used to look after the teahouse was an old man, but he retired early because the business was sluggish. Later, a plump woman came to take over, hey! Damn it, with the same recipe and the same location, the business has come back to life and is getting better.

At first, the young Lu An didn't understand why the tea was different when the person serving the tea was changed.

After a hard night, he finally figured out that the customer is God, and God wants to see women, and no one can do anything about it.

"Then bring a pot of tea." Meng Qingchi said.

Maocha is the name for local tea. It tastes bitter but has an endless aftertaste. When Lu An was a child, he would pick tea leaves to support his family. He would often put the original Maocha in his mouth and he loved this flavor.

In my memory, this waiter always wore a cheongsam, a fancy cheongsam, or a slit cheongsam, with her legs exposed all year round. The old and young men in Guifei Lane gave her the nickname "White Pole".

Baiganzhan is a kind of poisonous mushroom, which means that this woman's big white legs can enchant people to death.

Because of this incident, the ladies in Guifei Lane looked at her with disapproval, secretly scolding this white-haired man as a vixen who corrupted customs and exposed her legs and crotch every day to seduce men.

The waiter grabbed a handful of tea leaves from the tin can and sprinkled it into the mouth of the teapot. Lu An clearly saw a centipede with legs running out, hesitated for a moment, and got into the crack of the table.

The waiter shook the corner of the table violently, and the centipede was shaken to the ground. Then he stepped on it with a shoe and twisted his toes. There was a pile of rotten meat on the ground, and blue juice overflowed.

Lu An said to Meng Qingchi: "Sister Qingchi, let's change places."

The waiter said: "This is not for you, it is for booth No. 10."

This, this is really a conscientious waiter.

Lu An was dubious: "You want Maocha too?"

The waiter didn't talk nonsense and delivered the pot of tea to booth No. 10 under the eyes of the two of them.

The two looked at each other, Meng Qingchi replaced Tieguanyin, and then brewed it himself.

Because of Brother Centipede's tragic situation, Lu An paid special attention to the guests in booth No. 10. I found that they were two middle-aged men and women, and they looked familiar. They had met in the tea room many times.

At this time, the two men were bragging to each other and exchanging their experiences.

The man in gray cloth said: "Now I mainly eat bull penis, and occasionally tiger penis. I found that after men are over 40 years old, they rely on this thing to survive."

The man in blue asked: "Is this thing effective? I managed to get a tiger whip some time ago, but it has no effect after eating it."

The man in gray cloth said a curse word and was shocked: "These things are all useless? Then you don't have a functional disorder, right?"

At this time, the female companion of the man in gray cloth asked the man in blue: "What are you eating now?"

The man in blue said: "I mainly eat snakes now."

As soon as these words came out, the people in the nearby booths who were listening attentively were full of doubts?

The man in gray cloth suddenly pointed his head at Lu An and asked: "Little brother, I know you are a cultural person. Does the snake have a whip?"

Under Meng Qingchi's quiet gaze, Lu An straightened his body and replied: "Brother, the snake itself is a whip."

People nearby laughed immediately, and the person in booth No. 10 left after a while.

Meng Qingchi picked up the teacup and blew lightly, took a sip and asked, "How was your scholarship exam this time?"

It's okay if I don't mention it, but I feel sad when I mention Lu An.

I am reborn sooner or later, but I am reborn during the scholarship examination at the beginning of each semester.

However, fortunately among misfortunes, it was the last subject of geography at that time, and he was still more than halfway done. He did the rest of the small part in a daze, but he wasn't sure whether it was right or not.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Meng Qingchi asked, "Didn't you do well in the exam?"

Lu An answered truthfully: "I didn't do well in the last subject."

Meng Qingchi asked: "The last subject is geography?"

"It's geography," Luan said.

Meng Qingchi stared at him for a while, puzzled: "In my memory, your geography and mathematics are the same, and you get perfect scores almost every time."

Yes, there is a flaw.

Lu An lied without blushing: "I had a headache at the time."

Meng Qingchi put down his tea cup and asked seriously: "Have you had a headache again recently? Is it serious?"

Lu An secretly confessed his guilt and continued to lie: "Fortunately, I had a quarrel across the door that night and I didn't sleep well."

No. 8, Guifei Lane, was a notorious tinderbox, and Lu An used them as scapegoats from time to time.

Hearing this, Meng Qingchi breathed a sigh of relief, but still said: "It's the National Day holiday soon. Come to the hospital to see me then, and I'll have someone take a look at it for you."

Meng Qingchi is a doctor at the Municipal People's Hospital and graduated from Hunan Medical University, the predecessor of Xiangya Medical College. The reason why she chose to go back to Baoqing to work was because of family reasons.

Lu An knew that his problem was not caused by a headache, so he could only say: "I plan to go home for the National Day. I miss my eldest sister and younger sister a little."

This was what he was thinking. After reviving his life, he was very eager to see them and see how they were doing.

If it weren't for the far distance from home, he would have left in the afternoon.

Thinking of the situation in his family, Meng Qingchi no longer insisted this time, but said sincerely: "I know what your concerns are? But now is not the time to think about money.

You will take the college entrance examination in less than a year. This is a major event that changes your destiny. You can't let your body collapse, you know.

Listen to me, sister, you should take off one day early for the National Day, and I will take you to check it out. "

The other party spoke sincerely, and Lu An had no choice but to agree.

At the same time, I was thinking about getting a check-up. It took a lot of effort to solve the problem of his mental weakness in his previous life. I wonder if it will be cured after he is reborn?

Seeing his silence, Meng Qingchi thought he had touched his sore spot, so he changed the topic and said:

"You should take the initiative to talk to more people on weekdays. Don't always stay alone like a boring gourd."

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