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Uncle Meng still pretended not to see it and continued to think about the chess game.

Chen Weiyong glanced at Lu An with a serious look on his face.

Come on! The county magistrate's son refused to save him. Lu An showed no mercy at all.

Meng Qingchi came from the kitchen, filled a rice bowl with a few pieces of Dongpo pork, put it in front of him and said, "Xiao An, how do you like it? We'll have a midnight snack later."

There was no enemy here, so Lu An, who was bored, picked up his chopsticks and started eating.

The smell of meat made the old man reflect on the second chess game and raised his head frequently.

Take one bite, it's full of meaty flavor, um, delicious, take another bite, it's still full of meaty flavor, still delicious.

While Lu An was eating, he asked Meng Qingchi, who was sitting next to him:

"Where are Brother Wenjie and Qingshuiren, not at home?"

Meng Wenjie is the eldest son of the Meng family. He is the same age as Lu An's eldest brother who died of meningitis. He is 27 this year.

Meng Qingchi said: "Brother Wenjie has gone to his sister-in-law's house. There is something going on there and he won't be able to come back tonight. Qingshui is writing questions in the bedroom upstairs."

After he finished two pieces of meat, the old man knocked on the tobacco pole, put it aside, grinned and spoke again:

"Boy Lu, your chess style has changed a lot, but I've thought it through, old man, and I'm sure to win you in the third set."

huge change?

That must be big, right?

After a lifetime of experience in rebirth, the chess player is mysterious and unpredictable. I have already prepared several tricks to deal with you, old man.

In the third set, due to the presence of Sister Qingchi, he didn't look so ugly. He adopted a defensive strategy and basically couldn't attack.

He doesn't take the initiative to attack, but he can't stand up to the old man and commits suicide. If he just sets up a trap, the other party will think there is an opportunity to take advantage of it, and all his horses, horses and artillery will be pressed against him.

In the 23rd round, Luan quietly took the horse, but the old man did not react.

In the 26th round, Luan stole another shot. The old man who was immersed in the offensive end was twitching, but he still insisted on the original attack plan.

In the 29th round, when Luan also took away the sidecar, the old man stiffened and held the chessboard in deep thought. He also took the tobacco pole in his right hand and started smoking.

Lu An finished the last piece of meat and looked at Uncle Meng again.

This time Uncle Meng reacted, and responded to him with a smile in his eyes: show mercy, and save others under the knife.

After receiving the news, Lu An acted recklessly and gave the car directly to the old man's mouth.

But the old man stared at the car and refused to eat it.

Lu An looked at Uncle Meng again, as if to ask again: The grass and trees are all soldiers, what should we do?

Uncle Meng turned his head and did not look at him. He must have been completely disappointed with the old man.

Chen Weiyong looked at this scene and almost laughed out loud. He thought the young man in front of him was so interesting.

Lu Anxin made a move and hit the second car.

Xindao's two cars are here, there is no routine, just eat whatever you want, if you eat one, it will be a draw, if you eat two, you will win, old man, you have to grasp it.

The old man's eyes moved sideways to the second car and stayed there for a long time.

Lu An gently touched Meng Qingchi with his right foot under the table, indicating to her to remind her.

Meng Qingchi understood and said with a smile: "Grandpa, Lu An has already exhausted his donkey skills. He will win if he eats the car."

The old man raised his head and glanced at his eldest granddaughter, then glanced at Lu An, but finally decided not to take action.

At this time Meng Qingshui came down from upstairs.

Taking one look at the chess game with few chess pieces, she immediately understood what was going on.

She stretched out her hand with a smile on her face, took the chessboard away and said, "Grandpa, it's time for supper. Eat the supper before we start."

Seeing this, Uncle Meng stood up and said, "I'll go to the kitchen to serve the food."

Chen Weiyong stood up and said, "It's time to have midnight snack. I feel like I haven't had dinner for a long time. I'm going to wash my hands."

In order to avoid the silence, Meng Qingchi said: "Grandpa, Xiao An brought your favorite soju and marshmallows."

The old man came to his senses, put down his cigarette pole, and said to Lu An: "Your chess skills have improved greatly. Can you drink soju? Come drink some with me tonight."

"Grandpa has an order, don't dare to refuse, but you can." No matter how much or how little you drink, this slogan must be sounded.

There were only two guests at home, Chen Weiyong and Lu An, plus 6 people from the Meng family, which just filled the table.

Helping to place the dishes and chopsticks, Lu An quietly came to Meng Qingchi:

"Sister Qingchi, I'll sit with you."

Meng Qingchi smiled quietly, moved over and asked him to sit down.

Seeing this situation, Meng Qingshui, who originally planned to sit closer to Lu An and say a few words, changed directions without leaving a trace and sat with her grandma.

Because his youngest daughter and Lu An had a big quarrel in junior high school, and because Lu An had been avoiding Qing Shui in the past few years, Li Meng subconsciously paid attention to their every move from the moment Lu An entered the house.

Although Qing Shui's movements just now were very subtle, they were not hidden from Li Meng and were visible to everyone.

His eyes stayed on his little daughter for a second, and then he looked at Lu An. At this time, he picked up the wine glass and was toasting to the elders on the table one by one.

What a big change.

Xiao An was so lively before, so he had to go back to elementary school, right?

Since the accident happened in the Lu family, Xiao An seems to have changed his temperament and is less talkative.

Especially in the past two years, the problem of mental weakness has become even more serious.

After Lu An drank three small glasses of soju in a row, Meng Qingchi gave him a piece of duck wing, then reached out to stop him and stopped him from drinking any more.

Seeing his eldest daughter and Lu An talking, laughing and interacting frequently, Li Meng glanced at his younger daughter from the corner of his eye.

Meng Qingshui treated the two of them as if they were nothing, talking to her grandma, ladling soup and vegetables for her.

Did he have an illusion before? Doesn’t the younger daughter still have lingering feelings for Lu An?

Li Meng reflected in his heart.

Li Meng is paying attention to Meng Qingshui and Lu An, and as a father, Meng Zhenhai is also observing the situation of his youngest daughter and Lu An.

But the couple's perspective is different.

Most of Meng Zhenhai's attention is focused on Lu An. As the boss of a county, in addition to paying attention to words, physical characteristics are also the focus of his inspection.

He found that although the eldest daughter had a close relationship with Xiao An, her posture had always been upright and well-behaved. Apparently he treats Xiao An as a normal younger brother.

As for Lu An, he drinks and chats with the elders at the table with extraordinary eloquence. When the food in the bowl is gone, he likes to glance at the eldest daughter next to him.

On the surface, it doesn't seem to be a big problem.

But his whole person, body, and knees always turned sideways in the direction of his eldest daughter. These small movements reflected an instinct in his heart.

It reflects a kind of subconsciousness.

Seeing this, Meng Zhenhai felt a little upset. He didn't know that Lu An was dependent on his eldest daughter who had been caring about him all these years because his mother died too early? Or do you have other thoughts about Qingchi?

After drinking a drink with his close friend Chen Weiyong next to him and sipping soju, Meng Zhenhai looked at his youngest daughter quietly.

Meng Qingshui was laughing and chatting, her posture changing on the chair as she picked up vegetables, sometimes whispering to her grandma, sometimes chatting about topics at the table, without any sense of restraint and with ease.

After observing for a while, Meng Zhenhai didn't notice anything strange about his little daughter.

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