My 1991

It was raining outside, the wind was blowing, and the wind blew ice particles against the corrugations of the eaves, making a rustling sound.

Meng Qingchi glanced outside: "It's going to snow."

Lu Anxin said, let's rain, let's rain. The bigger the rain, the better. It's best to rain so hard that we can't go out for days and nights.

The mutton hot pot is boiling on the table, emitting steaming white mist.

The two sat next to each other. Meng Qingchi added tofu and mushrooms to it. Knowing that he liked to eat long garlic sprouts, he specially washed a few long garlic sprouts and put them in it.

Lu An searched endlessly but couldn't find the wine. Finally, he ran to No. 1 and bought a salt water bottle of soju and came back:

"Sister Qingchi, it's raining so heavily today, we will definitely not be able to go back. Let's have some drinks."

Meng Qingchi said with a smile: "Sister Soju can only have one drink."

Lu An found two cups and put them on the table. Then he picked up the salt water bottle and filled it up. He placed one cup in front of her and said, "Then you have one cup and the rest is mine."

After he was reborn, he had not really drunk yet. This time he planned to get drunk. The most important thing was that she was there, which made him feel relieved.

Luan raised his cup and said, "Come on, let's have one."

"I wish Xiao An good health."

"Sister Qingchi passed the exam well."

The two looked at each other, smiled, and drank a glass of wine.

After taking a sip of wine, Meng Qingchi picked a piece of good mutton and put it in his bowl. Then she took a piece herself, ate it in small bites and asked:

"Xiao An, how do you plan to spend the 60,000 yuan you earned?"

Lu An knew what this girl meant, so he spoke his mind: "I plan to build a new house in my hometown, with a red brick structure. I'm tired of living in that wooden house. I'm often a little scared when I'm alone at home. , it’s so painful for my eldest sister.”

Meng Qingchi asked: "How big is the construction?"

Lu An pondered and said, "It doesn't need to be too big. Three bedrooms on each floor, two floors above and below are enough."

Meng Qingchi agreed: "It's good. The house is smaller and warmer, and it saves money."

Lu An said: "I don't know exactly how much it will cost. I plan to hand over 40,000 to my eldest sister first, and then take it back if it's not enough."

Meng Qingchi nodded with a smile and took the initiative to raise the cup: "Xiao An has grown up, I would like to pay you a tribute."

Lu An slapped the snake on the stick, looked straight into her eyes and said, "I have indeed grown up. Sister Qingchi, don't treat me like a child in the future."

Meng Qingchi smiled and took the initiative to avoid his eyes, "I just celebrated my 18th birthday not long ago. Next year, I will be 26. I am 8 years older than you. In my eyes, you are still a child just like Qingshui."

Lu An was depressed, this was another tactful rejection of herself.

Why is it so difficult?

He even put his and Qing Shui's names together, making it clear what An De was thinking.

The atmosphere was a little delicate. Lu An drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, then picked up the soju bottle and refilled it.

Meng Qingchi looked at him without trying to persuade him. He stretched out his chopsticks and picked out several pieces of mutton for him.

After drinking two glasses of soju in one go, Lu An looked at the boiling hot pot in a daze, and suddenly said: "Some people think they understand everything, but in fact they don't understand anything."

Hearing these inexplicable words, Meng Qingchi lowered his head and smiled, did not answer, and just ate by himself.

After sipping a glass of soju, Meng Qingchi put the cup in front of him and said, "The wine is good today. I'll pour some more for my sister."

"One cup?"

"Try sister."

"What if I'm drunk?"

"As long as Xiao An is here, I will get drunk if I get drunk."

Hearing the words that trusted him so much and looking at those sleeping eyes, he just couldn't think of evil intentions.

Looking at each other at close range and feeling his eager eyes, Meng Qingchi seemed to have guessed what he was thinking. As expected, he picked up the wine and drank it without any scruples.

While drinking, he praised: "Xiao An can make money by painting at the age of 18, which is very impressive. I look forward to the day when you will fly into the sky."

"It's boring for you to drink alone. I'll accompany you."

Lu An filled up the wine for himself, blinked and asked, "If it comes true that day, will there be any reward for Sister Qingchi?"

Meng Qingchi thought for a while and couldn't think of anything, so he asked, "What reward do you want."

Luann blurted out, "Dance with me."

Meng Qingchi asked: "What kind of reward is this? I usually dance with you."

This was what Lu An was waiting for, so Lu An struck while the iron was hot, "It is indeed true, then we will dance later."

Meng Qingchi was stunned for a moment, and then he drank and ate food in a reserved manner, neither refusing nor saying yes.

More and more wine was consumed, the atmosphere became better and better, and someone became bolder and bolder.

When he drank to his heart's content, Lu An quickly ran to Meng Qingchi's bedroom and brought out an old-fashioned record player. As the needle fell, a natural and mellow unique singing voice sounded, and the atmosphere of Shanghai at night in Shanghai instantly filled the air.

Lu An came to the delivery table and extended his hand in a gentlemanly manner: "Sister Qingchi, the atmosphere is here, come on."

Meng Qingchi raised his head, looked at him with a half-smile, and finally put his right hand on his palm and followed him to the center of the main room.

"Wait a minute, sister, take off this work clothes." Meng Qingchi is also a very sentimental person.

Lu An very discerningly took the cashmere jacket and put it on her.

Later, I ran to close the newly made curtains and turn on the lights.

Meng Qingchi looked at everything with a smile and did not interrupt him.

"When was the last time we danced?" Luann asked.

Meng Qingchi said: "You can't remember?"

Lu An pursed her lips: "Because you rejected me last time."

Meng Qingchi looked at him quietly, dumbfounded.

Meng Qingchi is tall and beautiful, especially his charming eyes, which are very attractive.

Lu An put his right hand on her waist, and his left hand was intertwined with her right hand. Their faces were touching each other, and their bodies were touching each other. The two danced in the song full of vicissitudes of life.

Feeling the soft curves between her breasts and hips, Lu An couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, and suddenly said: "Sister Qingchi, I thought of a reward."

Meng Qingchi asked softly: "What is it?"

Luan said: "Don't dance with other men again."

Meng Qingchi smiled and said, "Sister, I have never danced with another man. Gao Yao taught me how to dance. Have you forgotten?"

Lu An looked at her steadily and said nothing.

Meng Qingchi agreed and said, "Okay, sister, I'll wait for the day when you soar into the sky."

The two of them didn’t know how long they danced, nor how many songs they danced, but both Lu An and Meng Qingchi were immersed in the tacit understanding of the dance steps.

During many periods of time, the two were very close to each other, and they could smell each other's breathing while their eyes were locked.

There were several times when Luann couldn't help but want to kiss her.

But Meng Qingchi seemed to be like a roundworm in his stomach, anticipating his prediction in advance. Whenever he was about to make a move, he would press his palm on his chest, and then look away slightly to stop stimulating him.

The strange atmosphere became more and more solemn. At a certain moment, Lu An's hand on her waist and abdomen suddenly exerted force, pulling her into his arms and hugging her tightly: "Sister Qingchi, I'm a little tired."

Feeling his violently beating chest and his fingertips sliding gently on his vest, Meng Qingchi was quiet for a moment and said:

"Okay, sister is a little tired too. Let's go back and drink. There is still a lot of mutton left to eat. Don't waste it."

"Well, that meat is mine."

Lu An hummed, but he didn't move. He just held her without any gaps, motionless.

Meng Qingchi in his arms did not struggle, but was waiting quietly, waiting for Xiaoan to calm down.

Half a minute later, Lu An let go of her and said, "Sister Qingchi"

Meng Qingchi smiled pleasantly at him and said, "Stop talking, you are suitable to drink with my sister now."

The north wind blew loudly outside, making the windows rattle, but this did not affect the atmosphere inside the house at all.

The two sat back in their original positions, added some new charcoal to the stove, drank wine, and chatted quietly, with a tacit agreement not to mention what happened during the dance.

After 8 o'clock in the evening, Meng Qingchi put down his chopsticks and said, "Sister, I can't eat anymore."

Lu An asked with concern: "Are you dizzy?"

They agreed to have a cup of soju, but ended up drinking three cups intermittently. The two of them finished the entire pot of soju.

Meng Qingchi felt his head was a little swollen, so he stood up and said, "There are some. Sister, go and lie down for a while. You can take care of the charcoal fire."

Lu An stood up and reached out to help him all the way to the bedroom.

Taking off his shoes, Meng Qingchi leaned on the bedside and said, "Sister, I have never drunk so much wine."

Lu An reached out and pulled the cup for her, "How about I get you some hangover soup?"

Meng Qingchi shook his head: "No, you go and take care of the charcoal fire, come in and chat with me for a while. We haven't talked like today for many years."

"Hey, okay." Lu An left the bedroom happily.

Watching the figure disappear, Meng Qingchi sighed secretly, wondering if he should come today? I wonder if Qing Shui will blame herself at home?

This night, the snow outside was getting heavier and heavier, and the cold wind made the Royal Concubine Lane deserted.

In the room, Meng Qingchi leaned on the bedside, and Lu An pulled up a chair and sat down. The two of them talked warmly like old friends for many years.

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