My 1991

Seeing her husband Zeng Bo working so hard, Chen Chuling felt very guilty.

In the midst of the love just now, a face that shouldn't have appeared suddenly popped into my mind, and then an unprecedented sense of excitement spread throughout my body.

Then, she thought of her husband as Lu Ann.

Zeng Bo picked up the cup on the bedside table, took a sip of water, and said, "We have been married for five or six years, and I have never seen you so excited. Could it be that you read books you shouldn't read?"

Chen Chuling didn't want to mention this matter, so she continued: "I read a few pages of "The Plum in the Golden Vase"."

This time, his wife took the initiative as never before, which left Zeng Bo with endless aftertaste. He said jokingly: "I can read a few more pages next time."

Chen Chuling didn't know what her husband had planned, so she remained silent. But I was trying to reflect in my heart: I have always behaved myself in the past so many years, how could I suddenly be so ridiculous?

The thought that appeared inexplicably tonight made her feel inexplicably scared, making her unable to accept herself like this and feeling strange.

After repeated thinking, she slowly figured out: Lu An's appearance and temperament were stepping stones, which made women unconsciously relax their vigilance, and the huge wealth and talent were the real fatal poison to her.

She can still remember the shock of learning that Lou Ann was a millionaire and had a net worth of tens of millions.

When her thoughts reached this point, she cut it off forcibly, no! She had to get Maizi involved as soon as possible. She needed to divert her attention and sisterly ethics to restrain herself and not allow this crazy idea to grow again.

She is afraid!

She was very scared and did not want to betray her husband and family, even on a spiritual level.

After a cigarette, Zeng Bo was as happy as a god. While smoking, Zeng Bo mentioned Chen Mai:

"You told me a few days ago that Maizi was coming early. When was it? I've been so busy these days that I forgot about it."

Chen Chuling said: "The flight will be at around one o'clock tomorrow afternoon. I will drive to the airport to pick her up then."

Zeng Bo answered: "Then I will go home after the meeting tomorrow and prepare meals for you."

Having said this, Zeng Bo turned around and asked: "By the way, when I passed the building in front, I found that the light was on in the rightmost room on the second floor. Is that Lu An back?"

Chen Chuling looked at her husband and said quietly: "I didn't pay much attention. Is Lu An really coming to school? Today is only the 26th. Did you read that correctly?"

Zeng Bo thought about it again and confirmed: "Probably not. Do you want to ask him to have a meal together? Maizi likes him. By the way, we can also get in touch with Lu An."

With Lu An's current status and millions of net worth, Zeng Bo is very happy to win over her. Besides, there are more powerful people behind Lu An. Zeng Bo attaches great importance to the maintenance of this relationship.

To be honest, the guilty Chen Chuling didn't want to see Lu An for a while, but the relationship between the two parties was good, and she seemed to have no reason to refuse in front of her husband.

After all, she was the one who came up with the idea of ​​bringing Lu An and her cousin together. Now if the trend changes, it will be hard not to make people suspicious.

She hesitated and said, "Then ask tomorrow to see if he has time?"

Zeng Bo nodded, changed the topic, and talked to his wife about the meeting tomorrow.

Someone in the next building infringed on his image rights, and Lu Ann didn't know it.

When he was lying on the sofa and about to fall asleep, the BB player on the coffee table suddenly rang.

He thought it was the midnight bell, which startled him suddenly.

After calming down, Lu An reached out and took a look at the BB machine. He found that it was Sister Qingchi. His fatigue disappeared and he immediately became energetic.

Sitting up straight, he held the landline phone in front of him and dialed back the call.

After almost no waiting, the call was answered as soon as the bell rang.

"Xiao An, are you asleep? Did my sister disturb you?"

Meng Qingchi's voice came from over there.

"No, I was in a daze on the sofa just now, thinking about whether I should call you. Unexpectedly, Sister Qingchi called me. Are we connected?"

Luan grinned happily.

Meng Qingchi smiled and said softly: "Xiao An lied."

Lu An immediately stopped and became discouraged, "Sister Qingchi, how did you see through this? I did drink some wine at dinner, and I squinted on the sofa for a while when I came back."

Hearing this, the smile on Meng Qingchi's face deepened, and for once, he said playfully, "I won't tell you."

Lu An rubbed his brows and thought for a long time, but couldn't think of a solution. Finally, he had to give up and asked with concern: "Why did you call me back so late today?"

Meng Qingchi said: "Your Aunt Meng came over in the afternoon. We had dinner together at uncle's house. We just came back not long ago."

Lu An Mingwu said: "You waited until Aunt Meng fell asleep before you called me back?"

Meng Qingchi said succinctly: "Yes."

Lu An asked deliberately: "Sister Qingchi, just call me if you call me. Why do you hide it from Aunt Meng? Is there something wrong in your heart?"

Meng Qingchi lowered his eyebrows and stared at the receiver in his hand, silently.

Yes, this road is impassable, so Lu An has no choice but to find another way, "What is Aunt Meng doing in Changshi this time? Isn't she putting pressure on you?"

Meng Qingchi paused and said quietly: "No, she didn't mention our affairs. She came here specifically for uncle's private life."

Lu An Bagua asked: "What happened to uncle Dong Chuang?"

Meng Qingchi told him what he saw: "I'm not particularly sure about this. My aunt and my cousins ​​look the same. Your aunt Meng and your uncle met in a secret conversation. I didn't ask any more questions."

Lu An was greatly relieved that Aunt Meng was not here because of his affairs with Sister Qingchi, and later the two of them tacitly agreed not to discuss this topic again.

Meng Qingchi asked: "Xiao An, have you finished your training?"

Lu An hummed and said: "It's over. It ended two days ago. I have now left Yangcheng and arrived in Jinling."

"Jinling?"

Meng Qingchi asked: "Are you not planning to go back to southern Hunan during the summer vacation?"

Lu An took advantage of the opportunity and followed the stick: "Sister Qingchi, do you miss me? If you want to see me, I will go to the airport tomorrow morning."

Meng Qingchi reached out and picked a bougainvillea from the blooming potted plant, put it to the tip of his nose and smelled it, smiling and saying nothing.

The other party's silence was completely unexpected, so he told her about Bu Bu Sheng and Anyi clothing brand in detail.

Finally, he said: "The main reason is that Zeng Ziqian and her assistant are still secretly learning things at Wanjia Department Store in Huaqiangbei. I have to stay here until she comes back before I can be free."

Lu An told her exactly what he was doing when he bought a house and an Audi car last year. Meng Qingchi didn't find it strange. What was new was that he had opened a clothing brand in partnership with his classmates.

She asked: "I plan to upgrade to open a supermarket and develop a clothing brand. Will you be very busy and tired?"

Lu An smiled and asked: "Sister Qingchi, do you care about me or feel sorry for me?"

Meng Qingchi didn't pretend to be deaf and dumb this time, and said with a calm temperament: "They are all there."

Hearing this, he felt very happy, "Actually, with Zeng Ziqian and Zhou Juan here, I feel relatively relaxed.

Their personal abilities are very strong. I usually only need to provide some general guidance and they will implement it well.

So things seem complicated, but I really don’t have many. Sister Qingchi, you don’t have to worry about me. "

Meng Qingchi asked: "I heard you mention Zeng Ziqian several times. Is he the chemical plant publicist who often visited your business when you set up a bicycle stall at Guifei Lane?"

Lu An was surprised: "You noticed her then?"

Meng Qingchi smiled lightly and said: "She comes to your place to repair her bicycle almost every weekend. The reasons are almost the same, puncture, puncture and tire repair."

Lu An chuckled: "Why does Sister Qingchi pay attention to her?"

Meng Qingchi said the truth: "Who told her to fall in love with Xiao An at that time? I'll help Qing Shui keep an eye on you."

Lu An said disappointedly: "So that's it. I'm really disappointed. I thought Sister Qingchi was secretly jealous."

Meng Qingchi didn't know how to answer this question? Do you want to pick it up? After weighing it, I chose to pretend not to hear it.

Finally, she glanced in the direction of Li Meng's bedroom door and lowered her voice and said, "Xiao An, it's not too early. You should go to bed early. I'll call you when I have time."

After hearing the string and knowing the elegant meaning, Lu An happily said yes.

When he got the call he wanted to wait for, Lu An hung up the phone and moved to the bedroom.

That night, he slept soundly.

This time the dream was no longer confusing, it was clearly Sister Qingchi alone. She lay quietly on the bed, looking at him with bright eyes, closing her eyes for only those ten seconds.

It was also during those ten seconds that her waist and abdomen could not help but turn up.

Afterwards, she wiped his sweat as gently as a wife, and then got up to fill the bathtub with water.

This dream is so beautiful!

Luan was still confused when she woke up.

Sister Qingchi and Qingshui have the temperaments of ice and fire. It would be great if they lived in ancient times.

He sighed and subconsciously glanced at his right foot, feeling that his leg had been broken again.

Speaking of which, your legs were broken. Ye Run, you should show up too. If you don’t contact me during the summer vacation, you are awesome! When we meet tomorrow, I will let you know why the flowers are so red!

After getting up and washing up, Lu An was going to go to Xuanwu Lake to relax in the morning and find creative inspiration. He had agreed to paint twelve panels of landscapes, so it was time to take action.

If there is still time in the afternoon, I will go to Bubu Sheng for a walk, and then come back to check out the clothing store. I will treat Liu Lele to a meal on the way, which was agreed yesterday.

Well, here's the plan for the day.

But God knows, plans always fail to keep up with changes.

No, as soon as I went out and walked down the stairs, I met Zeng Bo and Chen Chuling.

After sizing him up without leaving a trace, Chen Chuling asked, "Lu An, are you going to have breakfast so early?"

Lu An smiled and said, "Yes, Brother Zeng and Sister Chu Ling are also going to have breakfast?"

Zeng Bo took the initiative to come over and said, "Just in time, let's go together and enjoy the fun together."

The couple was so enthusiastic that Lu An couldn't refuse. After all, they were already very close friends. They met at Uncle Chen's house and had dinner at least five times, so he had to give him this face.

It's just that before he found a girl to get rid of his anger, he was reluctant to come into contact with a peach-like young woman like Chen Chuling, who was too damn easy to get angry.

But fortunately, it's just a breakfast, so no matter how long it takes, it only lasts so long.

The couple ordered pork noodle soup with clear soup, and Zeng Bo also added a fried egg.

The Luan at the same table is completely different. The red soup is spicy, and the beef, eggs and peanuts are spread all over the place.

He asked: "Sister Chu Ling, aren't you from Shudu? Why do you eat so bland?"

Chen Chuling said: "The child is still young, so I have to be more relaxed."

oh…!

Lu An understood in an instant that the child was still young and needed breast milk. If the food was spicy, the child would easily get angry.

With her husband around, Chen Chuling felt that it was strange to talk about this topic, so she asked in a different direction:

"Lu An, are you free today? If you are, come to our house for dinner tonight. Your brother Zeng plans to show off his skills today."

Lu An said with a pity look on his face: "Ah, Brother Zeng, are you going to cook? It's really worth looking forward to, but it's a pity. I made an appointment with my classmates for dinner tonight."

Zeng Bo interjected and asked: "Are there any classmates here so early?"

Lu An shook his head: "It's not that I came here early, it's because a few classmates didn't go back at all during the summer vacation and worked here to make money."

In this era, it is rare for college students to take summer jobs, but it is not uncommon. The couple immediately believed it.

It is said that southerners are delicate and delicate, and the food is actually the same. It seems that a bowl of noodle soup is overflowing with water. You can use chopsticks to scoop it up. It only takes a few chopsticks and a few big mouthfuls to finish it.

If he hadn't ordered fried eggs, he wouldn't even feel full.

After eating, Lu An said goodbye to the two of them and drove a van to Xuanwu Lake to see the world.

Watching Lu An leave, Zeng Bo suddenly asked: "What is Maizi's idea? Have you ever explored it?"

The words were meaningless, but Chen Chuling immediately understood what her husband meant, "Mai Zi didn't want to force his way into the scene and wanted to take a roundabout route."

Zeng Bo was surprised: "Detour? This is not like Maizi's style."

Chen Chuling said with a smile: "It doesn't seem like it, but it is indeed like that."

Zeng Bo looked curious: "Why?"

Chen Chuling looked at the direction in which the van disappeared and said with emotion: "What else could it be? It's just that Maizi met his real nemesis and was moved sincerely."

Zeng Bo felt that this possibility was very high. Otherwise, given Maizi's own conditions and methods of doing things, he would probably have passed it by.

Xuanwu Lake pillows the Purple Mountain to the east, the Ming City Wall to the west, Nanjing Station to the north, and Zhoushan Mountain to the south. It is the largest city park in the Jiangnan region. It is so large that it gives Lu An the feeling of running over the mountains.

He came here for sightseeing and sketching, so he didn't walk very fast and concentrated on admiring the beautiful scenery.

Unfortunately, after walking around the lake for almost two hours, he still couldn't find the inspiration he wanted. The lake was still the same lake, but it was just that lake, and his perception was no different from that of ordinary people.

At noon, Lu An looked up at the blue sky. It was a little hot and he was about to give up. He knew that it might be difficult to gain anything in today's state.

Following the path to the main road outside, the road turned, and Lu An also turned. Suddenly, a long white wall appeared on the other side of the lake beside the road, which looked particularly bright and quiet against the black tiles.

The doors, windows, tile roofs and steps are stretched and contracted in white, staggered in height and at equal intervals. They are very sparse and simple yet changeable, leaving beautiful reflections on the quiet lake.

Lu An was instantly shocked by this 3D-like scenery, and almost shouted excitedly: "This piece of white is great, the fake white created by this piece of light and shadow is so beautiful."

At this time, the other side is not really a white wall, but an illusion that appears at a specific visual point. Well, let's use the word illusion to describe it.

There is no time to say anything more. This natural 3D world shaped by light and shadow fits perfectly with my artistic conception of exploring space and time in oil paintings.

He quickly took out his sketchbook from his bag and started drawing with a black sketch pen in his trembling hand.

When he was studying art in Yangcheng, Mr. Guan often compared painting to fighting. At this time, he looked like he was in a war. He was nervous and concentrated, with blood boiling all over his body, and all his energy and strength were concentrated on the tip of his pen.

There is a Zen poem that says: A heron stands in the snow, a fool looks at the heron, a wise man looks at the snow, and a sage looks at the white. It tells about three different perspectives and different realms of viewing.

In this sketch, Lu An integrated intuition, illusion and hallucination into it, which is definitely the realm of "sage observing white".

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