Painting at night is a little bad, the brightness is not enough, and the control of color is not so strong.

When he got up, he turned on the lights and lit candles, and the expenses were so great that he was distressed to death.

Fortunately, these two paintings have 30,000 yuan in the account, otherwise they have to be put aside, they will never stay up late with the lights on, and the electricity bill will cost 6 cents and 5 degrees.

It's all a mystery to say, the electricity bill is this price in these years, and it is 5 points cheaper in later generations, who the fuck is reasoning with?

In his previous life, he immersed himself in paintings for almost 40 years, and he didn't have to say anything about his basic skills.

In addition, after the creation of "Eternal", there is an essential change in the state of mind, and the control of color and space is unprecedentedly keen.

Stayed up all night.

It wasn't until my stomach couldn't hold it anymore that I put my paintbrush down and prepared to simply make some noodles and go to bed.

"Luan, open the door! Open the door, Luan! ”

Just as he was eating the noodles, Li Dong was shouting outside again.

Opening the door, Lu An asked, "You woke up a little late today, can you still meet that girl?" ”

"As long as the kung fu is deep and the iron pestle is sharpened into a needle, you don't have a little virgin in love, you don't understand." Li Dong glanced at him, got to the corner of the door, picked up the stall tools and left.

Lu An leaned against the door and said, "Yes, yes, I don't understand, but can a needle make waves in the sea?" ”

Li Dong didn't react at first, and only after the courtyard door was closed did he slam the door outside: "Holy shit, open the door, I'm going to take off my pants and compare with you." ”

At this time, Widow Zhang appeared at the window on the second floor with a rice bowl, prostrate on the edge of the window and said, "This is a good idea, I will be the referee for you." ”

Li Dong's big mouth froze directly, turned his head and walked away, this is a widow Zhang, a fairy-like existence, he is also afraid.

Lu An glanced at the second floor, and wanted to reach out and tear this flower-like face to pieces, Niang Xipi, you can be my mother, why are you still fantasizing.

Wax moon day, knife day, wax moon wind, like a whip.

The wind started in the evening, and there was a drizzle in the wind. When Lu An woke up, he smelled a fragrance, which was the smell of bacon.

Don't ask why you know it so clearly, for foodie Lu, it's all sprinkling.

At first, I thought it was the smell of vegetables wafting from the tube building next door. But if you listen carefully, it's not right, it's clearly from your kitchen, and the sound of a spatula.

Lu An got out of bed and ran to the kitchen, saw Meng Qingchi at a glance, and shouted happily: "Sister Qingchi, why are you here?" ”

Meng Qingchi, who was stir-frying, straightened up and said with a smile: "If you are free today, I will come over and take a look, I just saw that you were sleeping, so I didn't disturb you." ”

Then, without waiting for him to reply, he asked with concern: "Have you been feeling better lately?" ”

I don't know why, in his past and present lives, as long as he sees the sister in front of him, his mood is always surprisingly quiet, no matter how jumpy, no matter how excited, as long as he sees her, it is like taking a sedative.

Luan walked into the kitchen and closed the door to keep the wind out, "It's been much better lately, thank you." ”

Meng Qingchi talked to Zhou Jingni on the phone before he came, and knew that his academic performance had improved a lot, so he believed in this:

Ask: "Are the painting tools in the house yours?" ”

"Well, Uncle Xiao gave it to me." Lu An said.

Remembering that his deceased mother used to like to draw and write, Meng Qingchi thought he had itchy hands, so he didn't ask much, just instructed:

"It's okay to relax and relax, but don't indulge in it, everything is focused on the college entrance examination."

"Eh, I know."

The shiny bacon in the pot was very appetizing when he looked at it, and Lu An was almost dizzy with greed, and unconsciously stretched his head over.

Seeing this, Meng Qingchi smiled and gave him a pair of chopsticks, "You taste it, I haven't put salt yet, I don't know if this bacon is salty or not?" ”

If there is something to eat, Lu An will naturally not be polite, so he immediately put a chopstick in his mouth, chewed a few bites and said, "Well, it's delicious, we don't have to pick Sister Qingchi's craftsmanship, it's good." ”

As he spoke, he also took a piece of it to her mouth, "Don't laugh like that, I don't believe you taste it, I'm not exaggerating at all." ”

Quietly looking at the meat brought to his mouth, quietly looking at him with an expectant expression, Meng Qingchi was silent for a full three seconds, and finally opened his small mouth and ate it.

Then he said: "This bacon was given to me by my mother, and she asked me to ask you: My grandfather is going to be 70th birthday in a few days, do you still want to avoid Qing Shui?" ”

As soon as he recklessly shared a pair of chopsticks to eat the dish, and the next second he mentioned Meng Qingshui, Lu An was not a fool, so he naturally understood what she meant.

The old man of the Meng family will be 70th birthday, of course he will not be absent, and immediately said: "It's next Saturday, I've always remembered it, and I will arrive on time." ”

Meng Qingchi smiled quietly: "Okay, grandpa will definitely be very happy to see you going." ”

For dinner, two dishes were fried, one bacon and one diced radish.

Although there are not many dishes, the portions are full, and the two of you come and go, and they are very happy to eat.

While eating and chatting, Meng Qingchi mentioned the matter of the dog in the middle: "I talked to your head teacher on the phone for a while, and it talked about what breed you want to raise a dog, what breed do you want?" ”

Eh, this week's peeling is unreliable.

asked her if she wanted a dog, she was good, and pushed it to others, so how will she pick up wool in the future?

Lu An said: "I mainly prevent rats from eating oil paintings, and I don't care so much about the varieties or varieties." ”

After speaking, he added: "But the appearance can't be too ugly, at least it has to look pleasing to the eye." ”

Meng Qingchi asked, "Do you pick all the dogs?" ”

Lu An said: "I really can't rely on me to choose, the main reason is that I am used to the beauty of Sister Qingchi, and I can no longer accept anything that is related to ugly words." ”

Hearing this, Meng Qingchi's eyes lifted up, stopped talking, and finished his meal quietly.

Li Dong came to the door.

As soon as he entered the door, he asked Lu An sneakily: "Lu An, do you know how to cook dog meat?" ”

Lu An, who was painting with a pen, turned around: "You have dog meat?" ”

Li Dong nodded violently: "Yes, there are a lot." ”

Lu An asked curiously, "Where did you come from?" Do you know at home? ”

Li Dong's eyes slipped, and he didn't reply.

Thinking of the cruel words that the other party let go last night, Lu An glanced in the direction of the kitchen and said in a low voice:

"You kid won't have killed Mrs. Wu's dog, right?"

Li Dong squeezed his eyebrows and made a gesture: "I just hit it, how could I think it would be so unbeaten, and it will be warped at once." ”

You're fooling the devil, who believes who is stupid.

Lu An sighed: "You take it outside to deal with it, we are too close to each other, there are many people, and the fragrance of dog meat is special, and if it is not good, it will be discovered." ”

Li Dong muttered and left.

In the evening, Luan continued with the second painting, the painting of the rose.

Due to the getting stronger and heavier wind outside, Meng Qingchi, who couldn't go back, kept sitting on the chair next to him to watch him paint.

From time to time, her gaze stopped on the oil painting, and from time to time she stopped at him, and I don't know what she was thinking?

After 11 o'clock, Lu An stopped painting, and Xiao Xiao Se asked her, "How is the painting?" ”

Meng Qingchi once saw his mother's paintings, and commented: "It's very similar, I feel more divine than my aunt's paintings." ”

There is a god right, Lu An knows that a layman can say such a thing, which is enough to prove his success.

Lu An rubbed his sore wrist, and suddenly said, "My hands are a little tired, I won't draw, Sister Qingchi will teach me to dance." ”

Meng Qingchi was stunned, stared at him with straight eyes, and politely refused: "Sister, I am a little unwell today, and I will talk about it later." ”

After that, she stood up and said, "It's not early, you should rest early." ”

The graceful figure walks very crisply, not giving him any chance to stay.