My 1991.

Chapter 67
Meng family.

It was already past six in the evening when Meng Qingchi returned home.

At this time, the festivities of the banquet had dissipated, and the courtyard returned to its usual desertedness.

As soon as she entered the door, she saw her grandparents, parents, brother-in-law and sister, and Chen Weiyong who hadn't left yet. Everyone was sitting neatly around the dining table for dinner. It's more lively.

Li Meng, who was sitting facing the gate, had sharp eyes and saw her eldest daughter coming back from Guifei Lane, so she immediately asked:

"Qingchi, have you had dinner yet?"

"Mom, I ate and came back after eating." Meng Qingchi walked over with a smile, and greeted Chen Weiyong at the same table as "Uncle Chen".

The sister-in-law and the eldest sister-in-law have a very good relationship, so she quickly got up and brought a pair of bowls and chopsticks to Meng Qingchi, and pulled her to sit beside her:

"Since we have eaten, then accompany us to eat some food and drink some wine. There are more people and more fun."

Everyone in the family is here, Meng Qingchi didn't choose to leave, sat down and said: "Okay, let's have a drink with Grandpa and Uncle Chen."

Li Meng was obsessed with Lu An's sale of paintings, and before her daughter could sit still, she hurriedly asked: "How about Xiaoan's sale of paintings? Is it true or not?"

As soon as these words came out, a group of people on the table looked at Li Meng inexplicably.

And Meng Qingshui, who is most sensitive to the name "Lu An", couldn't help but make a crisp voice: "Lu An sells paintings? Mom, what's going on?"

Li Meng has always been an impatient person, and he didn't like to be interrupted by others. After saying "Mom will tell you later", he looked at his eldest daughter again.

Meng Qingchi knew her mother's character, and there were no outsiders here, so she didn't hide it, "It's true, I saw it with my own eyes."

Li Meng was stunned for a moment, and unconsciously raised his tone: "Really? Did the two paintings really sell for [-] yuan?"

Thirty thousand?What the hell?

Listening to the mother-daughter conversation, the others became even more confused.

Meng Qingchi glanced at his sister and said with a smile, "Mom, it's not only 6 yuan, but Xiao An sold two more oil paintings in the past two days, and the total sales were [-] yuan."

Good guy! 3 suddenly turned into 6, Li Meng was dumbfounded, thinking how much 6 is worth, and how many things can it buy?
Seeing that his wife seemed to be taken aback, Meng Zhenhai said, "Qing Chi, what's going on? How come I don't know about Xiao An's sale of paintings?"

Seeing everyone's curious faces, Meng Qingchi didn't whet his appetite, and directly told what happened in the past two days in detail.

For example, my mother received a call from Zhou Kun, I accompanied Xiao An back to Guifei Lane, Zeng Xin bought two portraits for 3 yuan, people from Shanghai stock market, Yu Guanzhi and Chen Quan’s reaction when they saw the "eternal" work, etc. The original story was told again.

We talked for about ten minutes.

And as the last word fell, the restaurant became silent.

Everyone, look at me, I look at you, Li Menghua, with a look of bewilderment and disbelief, as if listening to a story.

6 million!

This is 6!Not a small amount.

In the first two years of the 90s, although the concept of "80-yuan households" was far less valuable than in the [-]s, and there were even reports of "one hundred thousand" and "million" in newspapers, the word itself still exists. , for ordinary people, but for Baoqing in remote areas, it is still a myth and a symbol of wealth.

What is the most exaggerated?
The most exaggerated thing is that the earners have just turned 18 and become adults.

The most exaggerated thing is that 18-year-old Lu An is a senior high school student, but he sold 6 yuan through painting, which is a way of thinking about people!
They can still accept that someone suddenly gets rich in business, digging gold, or sand mining.

Even if the robbery made a windfall overnight, he could barely accept it.

After all, these are within the scope of cognition. After all, although such people are rare in Baoqing City, there are.

No wonder.

But this way of eating through art and eating through super talent, even the well-informed Meng Zhenhai, old man Meng and Li Meng were all taken aback for a while.

But they all knew Meng Qingchi's character, it was absolutely impossible to lie about such a thing, and what he just said was so vivid that they couldn't help doubting it.

The restaurant is very quiet, you can hear a needle drop.

The Meng family was still digesting, looking at each other while digesting, but Chen Weiyong, who worked in the university, was the first to react, and broke the silence and asked, "Is there anyone in Lu An's family who can paint?"

Hearing this, Li Meng and Meng Zhenhai looked at each other, and immediately woke up.

Although there are still many doubts about Lu An's paintings, Li Meng immediately stood up and defended:
"Xiao'an's mother liked painting when she was alive. His uncle used to be a painting teacher in a school, and his grandfather was a well-known painter in Hubei Province."

Without knowing the specific facts, and following the principle of saying less and making fewer mistakes, Li Meng only talked about the key points.

Hearing that it was because of his family background, Chen Weiyong had nothing to say, he just felt that this young man was amazing.

Meng Wenjie, who had been holding back for a long time, asked his eldest sister, "Where is Lu An now? Why didn't you come here with you?"

Meng Qingchi said: "He sent me to the entrance of the alley and left, probably back to school."

The sister-in-law glanced at the sister-in-law on the right, and joked: "You should call him into the house, and let us see the great painter."

Meng Qingchi glanced at the younger sister who lowered his head, and explained: "The bus just came, and he had eaten again, so he took the bus and left."

The impact was too great, and then, the topics on the table that were originally from all over the world converged into one: Lu An earned 6 yuan in painting.

After dinner, Li Meng asked her husband Meng Zhenhai: "Zhenhai, do you believe this?"

Seeing that his wife was still in the fog, Meng Zhenhai said: "Didn't you tell me about Qingchi? If you saw it with your own eyes, there is nothing you can't believe.

Although this kind of thing sounds outrageous, the world is very big, and many things will exceed our imagination.

Just relax, Xiaoan can be regarded as the one we watched growing up, with his nature right there, nothing can go wrong. "

Of course Li Meng understands this, but he is still in a daze: "That's what I said, but I did the math just now. Xiao An only turned 18 last month, and he earned 6 yuan. Even if our family only has such a small savings, Most of it is the outside water I collect.”

Meng Zhenhai smiled and said: "In ancient times, there was a 26-year-old Wang Bo who wrote the famous book "Tengwang Pavilion Preface", and now an 18-year-old Lu An sold 6 paintings.

You, this is short-sighted. "

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Upstairs, bedroom.

Meng Qingshui sat at the desk, looking at the colorful clouds in the sky through the window, looking a little restless.

Her intuition told her: If this goes on all the way, Lu Ann will become better and better, and he will attract more opposite sex around him.

She is a little distressed now, and she originally wanted to find a chance to approach him slowly in the future, and slowly find a chance to have a showdown with him.But the matter of "selling paintings" caught her off guard and gave her a strong sense of crisis.

She knew very well that because of his outstanding looks and good studies, Lu An has always been very popular in school from junior high school to high school, and there are quite a few girls who have a crush on him.

My best friend Shu Ting is a typical example.

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