Uncle Meng still pretended not to see it, and then thought about the chess game.

Chen Weiyong glanced at Lu An with a serious expression.

Gotcha! The son of the county magistrate did not save him when he saw death, and Lu An was not soft at all.

Meng Qingchi came from the kitchen, put a few pieces of Dongpo meat in a rice bowl, put it in front of him and said, "Xiao An, how about you taste it?" I'll have a late-night snack later. ”

There was no round of enemies here, and Lu An, who was bored, picked up the chopsticks and ate them.

The smell of meat made the old man who reflected on the second game of chess raise his head frequently.

When you take a bite, it's full of meat, well, it's delicious, and when you bite into it again, it's still meaty and delicious.

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

"Brother Wen Jie and Qing Shuiren, aren't they at home?"

Meng Wenjie is the eldest of the Meng family, the same age as Lu Ana's eldest brother who died of meningitis, and is 27 this year.

Meng Qingchi said: "Your brother Wenjie went to his sister-in-law's house, there is something over there and he can't come back tonight, Qing Shui is brushing up on the questions in the upstairs bedroom." ”

When he had finished eating the two pieces of meat, the old man knocked on the dry tobacco stick, put it aside, and grinned again:

"Lu boy, your chess style has changed a lot, but I have figured it out to me, old man, and I will win you in the third game."

Big change?

That must be big, huh?

Reborn after a lifetime of experience, the chess style is called a mysterious one, and there have been several hands left to deal with your old man.

In the third set, because Sister Qingchi was there, he didn't look so ugly, and he adopted a defensive strategy, basically attacking without a river.

He didn't take the initiative to attack, but he couldn't stop the old man from dying by himself, just set up a game, and the other party thought that there was an opportunity, and his mother's carriage and horse artillery were all pressed.

In the 23rd round, Lu An quietly ate the horse, but the old man did not react.

In the 26th round, Lu An stole another cannon, and the old man who was immersed in the offensive end twitched his face, but still insisted on attacking the original plan.

In the 29th round, when Lu An touched the side car away, the old man stiffened, grabbed the chessboard and pondered, and did not forget to take the dry tobacco stick in his right hand and sucked it.

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

This time, Uncle Meng reacted, and responded to him with a smile in his eyes: Be merciful to your subordinates, and keep people under the knife.

After receiving the news, Lu An was reckless and sent the car directly to the old man's mouth.

But the old man stared at the car and didn't dare to eat it.

Lu An looked at Uncle Meng again, as if asking again: The grass and trees are all soldiers, what's the matter?

Uncle Meng turned his head away from him, thinking that he was completely disappointed in the old man.

Chen Weiyong looked at this scene and almost laughed, thinking that the young man in front of him was so interesting.

Lu Anxin crossed and drove the second car over.

The two cars are here, there is no routine, eat casually, eat a draw, eat two to win, old man, you have to grasp it.

The old man's gaze shifted horizontally, moved to the second car, and did not fall for a long time.

Lu An lightly touched Meng Qingchi with his right foot under the table, and motioned for her to remind her.

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

The old man glanced up at his eldest granddaughter, and then at Lu An, but in the end, he still wanted to make a face, and he didn't do it.

At this time, Meng Qingshui came down from upstairs.

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

I saw her stretch out her hand with a smile, take the chessboard and say, "Grandpa, it's time for supper, and I'll play it after supper." ”

Seeing this, Uncle Meng got up in agreement, "I'll go to the kitchen to serve food." ”

Chen Weiyong got up next: "It's about to be supper, I feel like I haven't eaten dinner for long, I'll go wash my hands." ”

In order not to be cold, Meng Qingchi said: "Grandpa, Xiao An brought your favorite soju and marshmallows. ”

The old man came back to his senses, put down the dry tobacco stick, and said to Lu An: "Your kid's chess skills have increased greatly, can you drink soju, accompany me to drink some tonight." ”

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

There are two guests at home, Chen Weiyong and Lu An, plus 6 people from the Meng family, just enough to fill a table.

Helping to set the dishes and chopsticks, Lu An quietly came to Meng Qingchi's side:

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

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

Seeing this, Meng Qingshui, who had originally planned to sit closer to Lu An and say a few words, changed direction without a trace and sat with his grandmother.

Because the youngest daughter and Lu An had a big quarrel in junior high school, and because Lu An had avoided Qing Shui in the past few years, since Lu An entered the door, Li Meng subconsciously has been paying attention to the two of them's every move.

Although Qing Shui's movements just now were very vague, he didn't hide it from Li Meng, and he had a full view.

His gaze stayed on his little daughter for a second, and Li Meng immediately looked at Lu An, who was holding his wine glass and toasting several elders on the table one by one.

It's really changed a lot.

Xiao An used to be so lively and had to go back to elementary school, right?

Since the Lu family had an accident, Xiao An seems to have changed his temperament, and he is introverted and doesn't like to talk much.

Especially in the past two years, the problem of mental weakness has been exacerbated.

After Lu An drank three small cups of soju in a row, Meng Qingchi sandwiched a piece of duck wings for him, and then stretched out his hand to stop him, not allowing him to drink any more.

Seeing that the eldest daughter and Lu An were talking and laughing, and interacting frequently, Li Meng's eyes swept to the younger daughter again.

Meng Qingshui treated the two of them as air, as if he hadn't seen them, talking to his grandmother, and scooping soup and vegetables for his grandmother.

Did you have a delusion before? The youngest daughter has no affection for Lu An?

Li Meng reflected in his heart.

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

However, the husband and wife have different perspectives.

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

He found that although the eldest daughter has a close relationship with Xiao An, her posture has always been upright and decent. Obviously, he treats Xiao An as a normal younger brother.

As for Lu An, he drank, he chatted with the elders at the table, his eloquence was extraordinary, and when the dishes in the bowl were gone, he liked to glance at the eldest daughter next to him, and on the surface, it seemed that there was no big problem.

But his whole person, his whole body, and his knees are always facing the direction of his eldest daughter, and these small movements reflect an instinct in his heart.

Reflects a kind of subconscious.

Seeing this, Meng Zhenhai felt a little drumming in his heart, 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 a different mind about Qingchi?

A toast with his best friend Chen Weiyong next to him, taking a sip of soju, Meng Zhenhai looked at his little daughter silently.

Meng Qingshui smiled and said with a smile, his posture changed on the chair with the action of picking vegetables, sometimes whispering to his grandmother, sometimes talking a few words on the topic on the table, without any sense of restraint, and he was at ease.

After observing for a while, Meng Zhenhai did not find anything unusual about his little daughter.

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