My 1991

That night.

After eating supper, it was already very late, and Lu An was arranged to sleep in a bedroom on the west side of the second floor.

Coincidentally, on the left side of this bedroom is my sister Meng Qingchi's room.

Across the aisle lives my sister Meng Qingshui.

"Sister Qingchi, are you okay?"

Looking at Meng Qingchi who was blushing, Lu An reached out to help her go upstairs and asked with concern.

Meng Qingchi looked at his exaggerated actions amusingly: "My sister blushes when she touches wine, but she is not drunk. Don't worry, I know it."

"Look, you've already started talking nonsense. Drunk people say they are not drunk. No, I have to take you back to the room myself."

Lu An didn't let go and helped her to the bedroom door.

He held the doorknob with his right hand and turned it, and the door opened. He turned on the light in the dark, and one person shamelessly followed the other person through the door.

The bedroom is simple.

There is a desk under the window, which is neatly piled with medical books. There is a wardrobe on the left with a bed inside.

Seeing him looking at him constantly, Meng Qingchi asked with a smile: "I tried every means to come in and have a look. Are you disappointed?"

The old man automatically filtered certain words, tilted the chair with his right foot, sat down and said, "Disappointed? Not really.

On the contrary, just like your temperament, Sister Qingchi, the bedroom is simple, clean and grand, which is my favorite type. "

After hearing this, Meng Qingchi tidied his clothes and said later: "If you like, then sleep here tonight. I'll squeeze in with Qing Shui on the opposite side."

Lu An's eyes lit up and he pretended to be embarrassed: "Ah, that's not good, I'm afraid it will stain your bed."

Meng Qingchi said, "It's okay. After you leave, I'll just wash the bedding and sheets."

Lu An was depressed: "It seems that he still thinks I'm dirty, and he still doesn't welcome me to sleep here."

Meng Qingchi smiled, raised his right wrist to look at it, and said quietly: "It's getting late, it's almost 12 o'clock. Your body needs to recharge and go to bed quickly."

Thinking of the lies he had told, Lu An had no choice but to stand up, "Then stop reading. Grandpa will celebrate his birthday tomorrow and have to get up early."

Meng Qingchi has the habit of reading before going to bed, usually half an hour, or longer if he has enough time.

"good."

Meng Qingchi responded, watched him leave quietly, and then closed the door.

However, she did not follow Lu An's suggestion. After going to bed, she still picked up a book and started reading.

About half an hour later, the door opened and my sister in pajamas walked in.

Meng Qingshui locked the door, walked straight to the bed, took off her shoes and got on the bed, hugged her sister's right arm and said with fear:

"Sister, I just had a nightmare, I'm so scared."

Meng Qingchi put down the book and asked softly: "What nightmare? Do you remember it?"

After squeezing her body into her sister's arms, Meng Qingshui described with lingering fear: "In my dream, I was rowing and playing on the lake, and suddenly a huge white snake came out of the lake.

The white snake just swung its tail and swept me into the air, swallowing me alive inch by inch. "

Meng Qingchi was thoughtful and said with a smile: "No wonder my sister-in-law's "The Legend of White Snake" disappeared. It turned out that you took it."

Meng Qingshui twisted her body and said coquettishly: "Doing questions from morning to night every day is too boring. I just want to regulate my emotions and relax."

Based on the plot of the novel "The Legend of White Snake", the two sisters chatted for about 20 minutes. In the end, Meng Qingchi saw that her eyelids could hardly open, so he reached out and patted her back and comforted her:

"Go to sleep, sister is here, White Snake doesn't dare to come."

"Um."

Meng Qingshui, who was very sleepy, hummed softly, closed her slender eyelashes, and slowly fell asleep.

Looking sideways at the face in front of him that was not inferior to his own, Meng Qingchi didn't feel sleepy.

He thought to himself: "The Legend of White Snake, White Snake and Green Snake. It seems that Qing Shui is just as he guessed. He has been very fond of Xiao An these years."

the next day.

Meng Wenjie, who is the director of the finance office in the township below, is back.

Also coming back with him was his wife.

"Oh, that's strange. Xiao An, you dare to come to our house this time. Aren't you afraid of being eaten alive by us?"

As soon as she saw Lu An, Meng Wenjie's wife teased him like this.

"Brother, sister-in-law."

Lu An greeted him with a smile.

Meng Wenjie patted him on the shoulder: "It's just a few people at home today, no outsiders are invited. I may ask you to help with the dishes later, I will be a little tired."

This is a local custom in Baoqing. Those who serve the dishes on the square plate are usually nephews, good friends, etc. After all, it is a dirty job, and the host family is too embarrassed to trouble others if they are not well connected.

He doesn't call his elders either. On such days, the elders are always present at the table.

"Hey, no problem. Sister Qingchi told me last night." Lu An did this kind of thing in his previous life, and he was already very good at it.

Although there was no grand banquet for guests, it was Mr. Meng's 70th birthday after all. In addition to relatives and friends from all walks of life, the nearby neighbors still came to celebrate.

Meng Wenjie said: "There are expected to be 13 tables in total. You will be responsible for the dishes for 6 tables in the yard, and I will be responsible for the food in the room and upstairs."

Lu An was surprised: "Today is grandpa's birthday. Your eldest grandson won't be here to toast?"

Meng Wenjie glanced at his wife and smiled without hiding it: "Your sister-in-law is preparing for pregnancy and can't drink for the past six months, but I love drinking, so I'm thinking of keeping myself busy and have no time to drink."

"Okay, leave the six tables outside to me." Lu An agreed.

The banquet starts at 1:28.

But he has been busy all morning, laying tables, cleaning stools, setting bowls and chopsticks, and putting out drinks.

"Xiao An, your phone number!"

At noon, when he finally had a rest and had not even had time to take a sip of water, Li Meng found him.

"Aunt Meng, who is looking for me?"

"The other person calls himself Zhou Kun and says he's looking to buy paintings from you."

After saying that, Li Meng asked doubtfully: "When buying a painting, what painting should I buy?"

"Hehe. I can't tell you at the moment, so let me explain it first." Lu An took a sip of water in his mouth and walked across the yard into the living room.

At this time, the sofa was crowded with people, including some female family members chatting. Sister Meng Qingchi and her sister-in-law were chatting with them.

"There are many people in the living room, so go to the bedroom. There is an extension there and it's quiet." Li Meng said to him, but followed him into the bedroom.

Grabbing the receiver, Luan greeted: "Hello, hello."

"It's me, Lu An, when will you come back? I came to Guifei Lane early in the morning to look for you, but in vain. The call came through Jing Ni." Zhou Kun's voice.

Lu An said apologetically: "Sorry, there was something going on outside, so I came out. I heard you want to buy a painting?"

"right."

Zhou Kun said "Yes" and said: "Do you remember Zeng Xin who came to your house last week? She wants to talk to you and see if you can draw two portraits for her."

Lu An thought he heard wrongly: "Two pictures?"

Zhou Kun glanced at the person in the back seat through the endoscope and said with certainty:

"Two pictures, with different outfits and different angles. The price is negotiable. I just have a small request."

The price is negotiable, so any request is not a request. Lu An said: "Come and listen."

Zhou Kun said: "I want to watch you paint live and learn some lessons from you. I hope you won't be offended."

Luan didn't know what to say.

Of course, it is best to paint alone and quietly, without pressure and unrestrained. Maybe at a certain moment, you will be unbridled and inspired.

But who made the other party his patron? Who made him less famous now? This was not the first time. Lu An pretended to think about it and agreed.

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