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Chapter 48, Denial

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

He had to turn on the lights and light the candles again, which cost a lot and made me feel so distressed.

Fortunately, these two paintings received 3 yuan, otherwise, they would never stay up late with the lights on before they were put on hold, and the electricity bill would cost 6 cents a kilowatt-hour.

Speaking of which, it’s all a mystery. The electricity bill is at this price these days, but it’s 5 cents cheaper in later generations. Who the hell are you going to reason with?
In his previous life, he had immersed himself in painting for nearly 40 years, so there is nothing to say about his basic skills.

In addition, after the creation of "Eternity", there has been an essential change in mood, and the control of color and space is unprecedentedly keen. A small "Nine-Colored Deer" is simply easy to come by, almost without modification .

stayed up all night.

I didn't stop painting until my stomach couldn't bear it anymore, and I was going to go to bed after simply messing with some noodles.

"LuAnn, open the door! Open the door, LuAnn!"

While he was eating noodles, Li Dong was yelling outside again.

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

"As long as you work hard, you can grind an iron rod into a needle, you little virgin without love, you don't understand." Li Dong gave him a look, went to the corner of the door, picked up the stall tools and left.

Leaning against the door, LuAnn said, "Yes, yes, I don't understand, but can a needle make waves in the sea?"

Li Dong didn't respond at first, and after the courtyard door was closed, he slammed on the door outside: "Damn it, open the door, I want to take off my pants to compare with you."

At this time, Widow Zhang appeared at the window on the second floor with a job, she prostrated herself on the edge of the window and said, "That's a good idea, I'll be the referee for you."

Li Dong's big mouth froze, turned his head and walked away dejectedly. This is Widow Zhang, who exists like a fairy, and he is also afraid.

Lu An glanced at the second floor, really wanting to stretch out his hands and tear this flowery face to pieces, damn it, you can be my mother now, why are you still fantasizing about it.

The twelfth lunar month, the knife sky, and the twelfth lunar month wind are like whips.

It was windy in the evening, accompanied by light rain.Lu Ann woke up and smelled a scent, the smell of bacon.

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

At first, I thought it was the fragrance of vegetables coming from the Tongzilou next door.But if you listen carefully, it's not right, it's clearly coming from your own kitchen, and there's the sound of a spatula.

Lu An got out of bed and went straight to the kitchen, saw Meng Qingchi at a glance, and said happily, "Sister Qingchi, why are you here?"

Meng Qingchi, who was cooking, turned sideways and said with a smile, "I'm free today, so I'll come and take a look. I just saw you sleeping, so I didn't bother you."

Then, without waiting for his reply, he asked concerned: "Is your head feeling better recently?"

I don't know why, every time he sees this girl in the past and present life, his mind is always surprisingly peaceful, no matter how jumpy, no matter how excited, as long as he sees her, it's like taking a tranquilizer.

LuAnn walked into the kitchen, closed the door, and blocked the wind, "It's been much better lately, thank you."

Before Meng Qingchi came here, he talked with Zhou Jingni on the phone and knew that his academic performance had improved a lot, so he believed it a little bit:

Question: "Are those painting tools in the room yours?"

"Well, Uncle Tang gave it to me." Lu Ann said.

Thinking of his deceased mother who used to like to draw and write, Meng Qingchi thought he had itchy hands, so he didn't ask any more questions, just told:
"It's okay to relax at ordinary times, but don't indulge in it. Everything is focused on the college entrance examination."

"Eh, I know."

The shiny bacon in the pot looked very appetizing, and Lu An was so greedy that he almost fainted, and unconsciously stretched his head over it.

Seeing this, Meng Qingchi smiled, and gave him a pair of chopsticks, "Try it, I haven't put salt in it yet, I wonder if this bacon is salty or not?"

If there is something to eat, Lu An will naturally not be polite, and immediately put a chopstick in his mouth, chew it a few mouthfuls: "Well, it's delicious, our sister Qingchi's craftsmanship doesn't have to be picky, it's just good."

As he said that, he also took a piece and put it to her mouth, "Don't laugh like that, try it if you don't believe me, I'm not exaggerating at all."

Quietly looking at the meat delivered to his mouth, quietly looking at his expectant expression, Meng Qingchi who seemed to be feeling something was silent for three seconds, and finally opened his small mouth and ate it.

Then he said: "This bacon was given by my mother. She asked me to ask you: Grandpa will be 70 years old in a few days. Do you still want to hide from the clear water?"

Just recklessly sharing a pair of chopsticks to eat food, Meng Qingshui was mentioned in the next second. Lu An is not a fool, so he naturally understands what she means.

Of course, the old man of the Meng family would not be absent for his 70th birthday, so he immediately said, "It's next Saturday, I've always remembered it, and I'll be there on time."

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

Two dishes were fried for dinner, one bacon and one diced radish.

Although there are not many dishes, they are full of portions. The two of you come and go, eating very happily.

While eating and chatting, Meng Qingchi mentioned the dog thing: "I called your class teacher and chatted for a while, and we talked about you want to raise a dog. What kind of dog do you want?"

Hey, skinning is not reliable this week.

Asked her for a dog, but she was kind enough to push it to someone else, so how can she keep her wool in the future?
Lu An said: "I mainly prevent mice from eating oil paintings, and I don't care so much about the breed."

After speaking, he added another sentence: "However, the appearance should not be too ugly, at least it must be pleasing to the eye."

Meng Qingchi asked: "Do you pick on the appearance of dogs?"

Lu An said: "It's really not up to me to choose, the main reason is that I'm used to the beauty of Sister Qingchi, and I can't accept anything that has anything to do with ugliness."

Hearing this, Meng Qingchi raised his eyes, stopped talking, and finished his meal quietly.

Li Dong came to visit.

As soon as he entered the door, he asked Lu An furtively: "Lu An, can you cook dog meat?"

Lu Ann, who was drawing with a pen, turned around: "Do you have dog meat?"

Li Dongmeng nodded: "Yes, there are many."

Lu Ann asked curiously: "Where did it come from? Does your family know?"

Li Dong's eyeballs were gliding, and he said hey and didn't answer.

Remembering the harsh words the other party let go last night, Lu An glanced at the direction of the kitchen, and said in a low voice:
"You didn't kill Matchmaker Wu's dog, did you?"

Li Dong winked and made gestures: "I just hit it once, but I didn't expect it to turn up without a hit."

You are fooling the ghost, whoever believes this is stupid.

Lu An sighed: "You should take it outside and deal with it. Our houses are too close together, there are too many people, and the smell of dog meat is special. If something is wrong, people will find out."

Li Dong muttered and left.

In the evening, Lu Ann continued with the second painting, the rose.

As the wind and rain outside were getting heavier, Meng Qingchi, who couldn't go back, had been sitting on the chair next to him and watching him paint.

From time to time, her eyes stopped on the oil painting, and from time to time on him, and she didn't know what she was thinking?
After 11 o'clock, Lu Ann stopped the paintbrush, Xiaoxiao asked her, "How is the painting?"

Meng Qingchi had seen his mother's paintings before, and commented: "It's very similar, and it feels more spiritual than aunt's paintings."

It is right to have a god, and Lu Ann knows that the layman can say such words, which is enough to prove his success.

Lu An rubbed his sore wrist, and suddenly said: "Hands are a little tired, I won't draw anymore, sister Qingchi will teach me how to dance."

Meng Qingchi froze for a moment, stared straight into his eyes for a while, and said euphemistically: "My sister is feeling unwell today, let's talk about it later."

After all, she stood up and said, "It's getting late, go to bed early."

(End of this chapter)