Night.

After supper, it was already late, and Lu An was placed 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.

On the opposite side of the aisle lives her sister Meng Qingshui.

"Sister Qingchi, are you okay?"

Looking at Meng Qingchi, whose face was a little flushed, Lu An reached out to help her upstairs and asked with concern.

Meng Qingchi glanced at his exaggerated movements amusedly: "Sister blushes as soon as she gets drunk, she is not drunk, don't worry, I have a number." ”

"Look at it, it's already talking nonsense, drunk people say they're not drunk, no, I have to send you back to your room myself."

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

Holding the doorknob with his right hand and spinning, the door opened, the light was turned on in the dark, and one person followed the other into the door with a dead face.

The bedrooms were simple.

Under the window is a desk with a neat pile of medical books. There is a wardrobe on the left and a bed in it.

Seeing that he kept looking, Meng Qingchi asked with a smile: "Is it disappointing that you are trying to come in and have a look?" ”

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

On the contrary, like Sister Qingchi's temperament, the bedroom is simple, clean, and atmospheric, which is my favorite type. ”

Hearing this, Meng Qingchi sorted out his clothes, and said later: "If you like it, then go and sleep here tonight, I'll go and squeeze with Qing Shui on the other side." ”

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

Meng Qingchi said: "It's okay, when you leave, my sister will wash the bedding and sheets." ”

Lu An was depressed: "It seems that I still think I'm dirty, and I still don't welcome to sleep here." ”

Meng Qingchi raised his right wrist to take a look, and said quietly: "It's not early, it's almost 12 o'clock, your body needs to recuperate, go to sleep quickly." ”

Thinking of the lies he had told, Lu An had to get up, "Then don't read books, tomorrow grandpa has a birthday, you have to get up early." ”

Meng Qingchi has the habit of reading books before going to bed, usually for half an hour, and if there is enough time, it will be longer.

"Okay."

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

However, she did not follow Lu An's advice, and still took a book and read it after going to bed.

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 his shoes and went to bed, hugged his sister's right arm and said with a scared face:

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

Meng Qingchi put down the book and asked softly, "What nightmare, do you remember?" ”

Squeezed into his sister's arms, Meng Qingshui described with palpitations: "In my dream, I was rowing on the lake and playing in the water, and suddenly a big white snake came out of the lake.

The white snake swept me into the air with a swing of its tail, swallowing me inch by inch. ”

Meng Qingchi thought for a moment and said with a smile: "No wonder my sister-in-law's "Legend of the White Snake" is gone, it turned out that you took it." ”

Meng Qingshui's body twisted, and he was coquettish: "It's too boring to do questions from morning to night every day, I am adjusting my emotions and relaxing." ”

Regarding the plot of the novel "The Legend of the White Snake", the two sisters chatted for about 20 minutes, and finally Meng Qingchi saw that her eyelids were almost open, so he reached out and patted her on the back and comforted:

"Sleep, sister is here, the white snake doesn't dare to come."

"Hmm."

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

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

Secretly: "The Legend of the White Snake... White Snake... Green Snake... It seems that Qing Shui, as he guessed, has always liked Xiao An very much all these years..."

....

The next day.

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

He also came back with his wife.

"Yo, it's strange, Xiao An, you dare to come to our house this time, aren't you afraid of being eaten raw by us?"

As soon as he 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: "There are some people in the family today, I haven't invited outsiders, and I may ask you to help serve the dishes later, I will be a little tired." ”

This is the local custom of Baoqing, and the people who serve the dishes on the square plate are generally nephews, good friends, etc., after all, it is a hard work and dirty talk, and the person who is not in place is embarrassed to trouble others.

I won't call the elders, and on this kind of day, the elders are all offered up.

"Eh, no problem, Sister Qingchi told me last night." In his previous life, Lu An did a lot of this kind of thing, and he was already handy.

Although he did not entertain the guests to the public, after all, it was the 70th birthday of Mr. Meng, and in addition to relatives and friends from all walks of life, the nearby neighbors still came to cheer for him.

Meng Wenjie said: "A total of 13 tables are expected, you are responsible for the dishes of 6 tables in the yard, and I am responsible for the house and upstairs." ”

Lu An was surprised: "Today is grandpa's birthday, don't you have a big grandson to toast?" ”

Meng Wenjie glanced at his wife, and smiled and didn't hide it: "Your sister-in-law is preparing for pregnancy, and she can't drink for half a year, but I love to drink, so I think about keeping myself busy and not having time to drink." ”

"Okay, I'll give me the 6 tables outside." Lu Ann took it down.

The banquet is open at 1:28.

But he was busy all morning, laying out the table, wiping the stools, setting the dishes and chopsticks, and putting the drinks and drinks.

"Xiao An, your phone!"

At noon, when he couldn't rest and didn't have time to take a sip of water, Li Meng found him.

"Aunt Meng, who is looking for me?"

"The other party called himself Zhou Kun, saying that he was looking for you to buy paintings."

Saying that, Li Meng asked suspiciously: "Buy paintings, what paintings?" ”

"Hey, hey... I can't tell you clearly for a while, so let me sell it first. Luan poured a mouthful of water into his mouth and walked across the courtyard into the living room.

At this time, the sofa was crowded with people, all of whom were chatting with some female dependents, and Meng Qingchi's sisters and sister-in-law were chatting with them.

"There are a lot of people in the living room, go to the bedroom, there is an extension there, and it's quiet." Li Meng said this to him, but followed up in the bedroom.

Grabbing the earpiece, Lu An greeted: "Hey, hello." ”

"It's me, Luan, when are you coming back? I came to Guifei Lane early in the morning to look for you, but I was in vain, and the call was still asked through Jingni. Zhou Kun's voice.

Lu An apologized and said, "I'm sorry, there was something going on outside, so I came out, I heard that you want to buy a painting?" ”

"Yes."

Zhou Kun said "yes" and said: "Zeng Xin, who came to your house last week, do you remember?" She wants to talk to you and see if she can paint two portraits of her."

Lu An thought he had misheard: "Two? ”

Zhou Kun glanced at the person in the back seat through the endoscope, and said in a definite tone:

"Two pieces, different dresses and different angles, the price is negotiable, that is, I have a small request."

The price is negotiable, so it's not a requirement, Lu An said, "You come and listen." ”

Zhou Kun said: "I want to see you paint on the spot, learn something from you, and hope you don't be surprised." ”

Lu An didn't know what to say.

Of course, it is best to paint quietly, without pressure, without restraint, and maybe at some point it will be whimsical and inspired.

But who let the other party be his patron, who made himself famous now, and it is not the first time, Lu An pretended to think about it and agreed.

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