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Chapter 113, Fame (please subscribe!)

It was a rare day off, so Meng Wenjie dragged Lu An to a drink, but in the end both of them were hurt and drunk.

Drunk unconscious.

It took a lot of effort to get the two of them back to their rooms, and the sister-in-law couldn't help feeling: "Wenjie has always been able to drink, and there are few people in the unit who are rivals. How can Lu An be so aggressive and give Wenjie a life Drunk."

Li Meng said: "Xiao'an should have a good physique and can drink naturally."

Mother and sister-in-law went down to the first floor, Meng Qingshui didn't follow, and first quietly looked at the person on the bed beside the bed for a while.After watching it for a long time, at a certain moment, he couldn't help but put his right hand on his face and stroked it gently.

In the first year of junior high school, every time he finished kissing himself, he liked to touch his face with his hands like this, Meng Qingshui recalled shyly.

At that time, the two of them didn't understand anything. They learned everything good and bad from TV and books.

In a daze, he felt that there was someone sitting on the bedside, but he drank too much and his body did not allow him to be conscious, so he finally fell into a drowsy sleep.

In the morning, Meng Qingchi called home, but his sister-in-law answered.

Meng Qingchi asked: "I heard from my uncle that Wenjie has been transferred to the county seat?"

When this matter was mentioned, the sister-in-law's excitement still did not fade: "Yes, the county has been transferred to the Finance Bureau."

Meng Qingchi was equally happy, and asked: "He has always loved to be lively since he was a child, did you help him celebrate this time?"

"After celebrating, I called a few good people and drank a lot of wine, and he was drunk." The sister-in-law described the situation last night and this morning.

Meng Qingchi knew how much his elder brother could drink, so he was very surprised that Xiao An could match him, and then asked concerned: "Xiao An is still at home?"

"Here, he's also drunk and sleeping."

As she said that, the sister-in-law gave play to her gossip temperament: "I'll tell you something funny. Lu An was sleeping on the bed, and Qing Shui was always by the bedside. According to our mother, this little girl got involved."

Meng Qingchi was a little dazed when he heard that, and then smiled slightly, not surprised at all, as if he had foreseen this situation a long time ago.

The sister-in-law asked: "Qing Chi, when will you come back?"

Meng Qingchi said: "Uncle plans to transfer my work to Xiangya Hospital. I will stay here for a while, and I may come back before Qingshui's college entrance examination."

In fact, she has nothing important to do in Changshi. She has the connections of her uncle and aunt for job transfers, plus her own excellent resume and her supervisor at Xiangya Hospital, so she only needs to go through a simple process.

But she didn't want to go back to Baoqing so early. She didn't know how to face Xiaoan and Qingshui, so all she could do was avoid them as much as possible and create as many opportunities as possible for them.

Of course, she will not be idle. Apart from reading and studying, she will also go over when the tutor is in the hospital to work, listening and studying carefully.

In the morning, the sky was clear and sunny, but at noon the sky changed, with dark clouds, and in the afternoon there was a thunderstorm. Amidst the rumbling thunder, Lu Ann woke up, awakened by the thunder.

Opening his eyes in a daze, he found that there was a person beside the bed, and Meng Qingshui fell asleep lying on the bed at some point.

Looking at the familiar face in front of him, Lu Ann fell into silence.

After a while, he looked away, got out of bed quietly, then gently picked her up and laid her flat on the bed.

After standing still in front of the bed for 2 minutes, LuAnn exited the room.

When the door closed, Meng Qingshui's long eyelashes trembled a few times, and then opened his eyes.

In fact, she woke up when he got up just now, but the current situation is a bit embarrassing, she actually guarded him for most of the day, she simply chose to pretend to be asleep in a shy mood.

In the evening, the rain stopped and a rainbow appeared in the sky.

Seeing him boredly looking at the sky in the yard, Meng Wenjie came over and asked, "Can I still drink today?"

Lu An shook his head, "I won't drink tonight, my body is tender, I need to take good care of it."

Meng Wenjie laughed, and stretched out his hand to pat him on the shoulder: "You and Qing Shui really have one heart, just now I heard that I want to continue drinking at night, but she is not happy that I dragged you to drink, saying that you haven't drunk much before, and you are afraid of a few meals." Drink up your body."

Hearing this, looking at Meng Qingshui who was looking this way, Lu An stopped thinking about going back to Concubine Lane tonight.

After dinner, Lu An was studying the questions, and Meng Qingshui was with him, but he was doing math questions, and the latter was reviewing physics.

During this period, he asked the girl several math problems, all of which were about the combination of inequalities and parabolic curves.

Looking at these questions, Meng Qingshui was stunned for a while, and said softly for a long time: "In the past, you could easily come up with questions of this level of difficulty."

Lu An was clear about his family affairs, and immediately laughed and said, "The past was the past, and the present is the present. Things are right and people are different. You also know that English was the most difficult thing for me in the past, but now English is almost perfect. It's a shift of interest."

The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was interested. Meng Qingshui's heart was pierced when she heard the sentence "What is right and what is wrong?"

But after all, she knows the general situation, and she didn't ask the question.

And she is keenly aware that some things can be well known, but cannot be said, otherwise a clear red line has to be drawn.

That night, Meng Qingshui patiently taught him how to solve the problem, explaining every step in detail, and the two of them didn't leave until very late, and went back to their rooms to rest.

This evening, Meng Qingshui stared at the new calendar for a long time, and finally drew a big circle on the year 1995 with a red pen.

By 1995, I was just 21 years old, and my sister started to attract him at this age in my memory.

The next day, Meng Wenjie and his sister-in-law left to work in the county.

Lu An followed the Meng family yard who left together, and took the bus back to Guifei Lane.

Buses are very crowded these days, bad breath, body odor, unwashed body odor, and sweaty odor all combine together, which can kill a person.

Choosing a seat by the window, Luan looked outside as usual to distract himself.

"Have you heard that there is a painter in Guifei Lane, and a painting costs 2 yuan. It sounds scary, is it true?"

Suddenly, such a female voice appeared in the chat next to her.

"It's fake, my man said this when he came back from outside for dinner, but I didn't believe it, and their pig heads didn't even think about it. A painting costs [-] yuan. Isn't this a robbery? How dare you sing like that." A young woman obviously didn't believe it.

At this time, the old man put down his pipe and said, "If you don't believe me, it doesn't mean that there is nothing in this world. You have never been out of Baoqing, so you can only blame your short-sightedness. My eldest nephew lives in Guifei Lane. He told us It's true, that man is his neighbor, because he was born well and can draw, some widows would come to the door in the middle of the night and throw themselves into their arms."

The aunt was most interested in this matter, and quickly asked: "Did the widow succeed? Is the widow handsome? How many grams can I get in a night?"

The uncle shook his head: "The widow is handsome, but it is said that she didn't succeed. She has great skills, so she doesn't care about widows at all."

Hearing this, Lu An breathed a sigh of relief, when did he become so famous?

How long has it been? Li Dong, who is so stupid, almost killed Lao Tzu by speaking without knowing the door.

Hearing that several people were still chatting about the widow and the painter, and the topic became more and more crooked, Lu An couldn't listen any longer, and said, "I know the painter you are talking about, and I live in Guifei Lane."

The aunt immediately got excited: "The widows who are delivered to the door are not available, is it true? Is the painter a man?"

Lu An was ashamed and explained: "You only listen to one thing, but don't know the other thing. That widow is famous in our Concubine Lane as a rascal, but no man dares to touch her."

"Why? Aren't widows more juicy?" the young woman asked.

Lu An looked around at the young woman, until the young woman's face turned red, and then she told Widow Zhang her own words: "They all pass on the widow Kefu, who dares to touch it?"

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, then sighed again and again, saying it was a pity.There are many bachelors who stay with ten mothers all day long, but this is still a waste, what a waste of money.

ps: Let's update a small chapter first, and there will be two more updates after today.

I came back very late last night. Someone asked me why I was arrested. I didn’t wear a helmet and I didn’t have a motorcycle driver’s license. That’s all…

I have to go to the county to take the subject one exam another day, sad reminder.

(End of this chapter)