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Chapter 85, Night (please subscribe!)
It was raining outside, and the wind was blowing, and the wind blew ice particles on the corrugated eaves, rustling.

Meng Qingchi glanced outside: "It's going to snow."

Lu Anxin said, let's go, let's go, the bigger the better, the best is that you can't go out for a few days or nights.

The mutton hot pot is boiling on the table, emitting hot white mist.

The two sat next to each other, and Meng Qingchi added tofu and mushrooms to it, knowing that he likes to eat long garlic sprouts, so he specially washed a few long garlic sprouts and put them in it.

Lu Ann searched up and down, but couldn't find the wine, and finally ran to the No. 1 house and bought a bottle of soju with salt water and came back:
"Sister Qingchi, it's raining so much today, I definitely won't be able to go back, let's have some wine."

Meng Qingchi laughed and said, "Sister Shaojiu can only drink one cup."

Lu Ann found two glasses, put them on the table, then took the salt water bottle and filled it up, and placed a glass in front of her: "Then you have a drink, and the rest is mine."

After being reborn, he hadn't really drunk before. This time, he planned to get drunk once. The most important thing was that she was there, so he felt relieved.

LuAnn raised his glass, "Come on, let's have one."

"I wish Xiao An good health."

"Miss Qingchi passed the exam."

The two looked at each other, smiled, and drank a glass of wine.

After taking a sip of wine, Meng Qingchi picked a piece of high-quality mutton into his bowl, and then she took a piece herself, and asked after taking a sip:
"Xiao An, what do you plan to do with the 6 yuan you earned?"

Lu An knew what this sister meant, so he said what was in his heart: "I plan to build a new house in my hometown, the kind with red brick structure, I am tired of living in that wooden house, and I am often a little scared when I am alone at home." , It’s hard for my eldest sister.”

Meng Qingchi asked: "How big is the building?"

Lu Ann thought about it and said, "It doesn't need to be too big, there are three bedrooms on each floor, and two upper and lower floors are enough."

Meng Qingchi agreed: "It's good, the room is smaller and warmer, and it saves money."

Lu Ann said: "I don't know exactly how much it will cost. I plan to pay 4 to my eldest sister first, and then take it if it is not enough."

Meng Qingchi nodded with a smile, and took the initiative to raise his cup: "Xiao'an has grown up, I respect you."

Lu An hit the snake with the stick, stared straight into her eyes and said, "I have indeed grown up, sister Qing Chi, don't treat me like a child in the future."

Meng Qingchi smiled and took the initiative to avoid his gaze, "I just passed my 18th birthday, and next year my sister will be 26, and you are 8 years older. In my sister's eyes, you are just like Qing Shui, a child."

Lu An was depressed, this was another tactful rejection of himself.

Why is it so difficult?

He also put his name and Qing Shui's name together, and it was clear what An De was thinking.

The atmosphere was a bit delicate, Lu Ann drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, then picked up the soju bottle and filled it up again.

Meng Qingchi looked at him without persuading him, and stretched out his chopsticks to pick several pieces of mutton for him.

After drinking two glasses of shochu in one go, Lu Ann looked at the boiling hot pot in a daze, and suddenly said: "Some people think they understand everything, but in fact they don't understand anything."

Hearing these inexplicable words, Meng Qingchi lowered his head and smiled, and ate without answering.

After sipping a glass of shochu, Meng Qingchi put the glass in front of him: "Today's wine is not bad, let me pour some more for my sister."

"A cup?"

"Miss, try."

"What if you're drunk?"

"With Xiao An here, my sister will be drunk when she is drunk."

Hearing so much confidence in himself, and looking at those sleeping phoenix eyes, he couldn't help but feel evil.

Looking at each other from a close distance, feeling his eager eyes, Meng Qingchi seemed to have guessed his thoughts, and really picked up the wine and drank it without any scruples.

While drinking, he praised: "Xiao An can paint and earn money at the age of 18, which is amazing. My sister is looking forward to the day when you will soar into the sky."

"It's boring for you to drink alone, I will accompany you."

Lu An filled himself with wine, blinked and asked, "If it comes true that day, will Sister Qingchi get any rewards?"

Meng Qingchi thought for a while, but couldn't think of any, so he asked, "What reward do you want?"

LuAnn blurted out, "Dance with me."

Meng Qingchi asked: "What kind of reward is this? My sister usually dances with you."

That's what he was waiting for, Lu Ann struck while the iron was hot, "It's true, then we'll dance later."

Meng Qingchi froze for a moment, then reservedly drank and ate food, neither refusing nor agreeing.

Drinking more and more, the atmosphere is getting better and better, and someone is getting bolder.

When drinking to the fullest, Lu An ran to Meng Qingchi's bedroom and brought out an old-fashioned record player. With the needle falling, a natural and mellow unique singing sounded, and the atmosphere of Night Shanghai and Night Shanghai instantly permeated.
Lu An came to the delivery table and stretched out his hand in a gentlemanly way: "Sister Qingchi, the atmosphere is here, come on."

Meng Qingchi looked up, looked at him with a half-smile, and finally put his right hand in his palm, and followed him to the center of the main room.

"Wait a minute, sister, take off this overalls." Meng Qingchi is also a very sentimental person.

LuAnn took the cashmere coat discerningly and put it on her.

Later, I ran to draw the newly made curtains and turned on the lights.

Meng Qingchi looked at everything with a smile in his eyes, and did not interrupt him.

"When was the last time we danced?" LuAnn asked.

Meng Qingchi said, "You can't remember?"

Lu Ann shrugged: "Because you rejected me last time."

Meng Qingchi looked at him quietly, dumbfounded.

Meng Qingchi is tall and slender, with extremely beautiful looks, especially the pair of charming sleeping water hyacinth eyes, which are very attractive.

Lu An put his right hand around her waist, his left hand overlapped her right hand, face to face, body to body, and the two danced lightly in songs full of vicissitudes.

Feeling the soft curve between her chest and buttocks, Lu An couldn't help swallowing, and suddenly said: "Sister Qingchi, I think of a reward."

Meng Qingchi asked softly, "What is it?"

LuAnn said, "Don't you ever dance with other men."

Meng Qingchi smiled and said, "Sister didn't dance with other men in the first place, and Gao Yao taught it, have you forgotten?"

Lu An looked at her steadily without making a sound.

Meng Qingchi agreed, "Okay, sister, I'll wait for the day when you soar into the sky."

The two of them didn't know how long they danced or how many pieces they danced, but Lu An and Meng Qingchi were immersed in the tacit dance steps.

During many periods of time, the two were very close to each other, and they could smell each other's breathing when their eyes met.

Several times, LuAnn couldn't help but want to kiss.

But Meng Qingchi, like a roundworm in his stomach, predicted his prediction in advance. Whenever he was about to move, he pressed his palm on his chest, and then his eyes would move away a little, so as not to irritate him anymore.

The strange atmosphere became more and more dignified. At a certain moment, Lu An's hand on her waist and abdomen suddenly exerted force, pulled her into his arms, and hugged her tightly: "Sister Qingchi, I'm a little tired."

Feeling his beating chest, feeling his fingertips gently sliding on his vest, Meng Qingchi was silent for a moment, and said:

"Okay, sister is also a little tired, let's go back to drink, there is still a lot of mutton to eat, don't waste it."

"Well, the meat is mine."

Lu Ann hummed, but she didn't move, just hugging her without any gaps, motionless.

Meng Qingchi in his arms didn't struggle, but was waiting quietly, waiting for Xiao An to calm down.

After half a minute, Lu An let go of her, "Sister Qingchi"

Meng Qingchi smiled nicely at him, "Don't talk, you are suitable for drinking with sister now."

The north wind was blowing outside, rattling the windows, but it didn't affect the atmosphere inside the house at all.

The two sat back to their original positions, added some new charcoal to the stove, chatted quietly while drinking wine, tacitly did not mention what happened during the dance.

After 8 o'clock in the evening, Meng Qingchi put down his chopsticks and said, "My sister can't eat anymore."

Lu An asked concerned: "Are you dizzy?"

The person who said it was good to have a glass of shochu, ended up drinking three glasses intermittently, and the whole pot of shochu was finished by the two of them.

Meng Qingchi felt a little dizzy, stood up and said, "There are some, sister go to lie down first, you take care of the charcoal fire."

Lu Ann got up and stretched out his hand to help him all the way to the bedroom.

Taking off his shoes, Meng Qingchi leaned against the head of the bed and said, "My sister has never drank so much."

Lu Ann stretched out his hand to help her pull the cup, "How about I get you some hangover soup?"

Meng Qingchi shook his head: "No, you go and dispose of the charcoal fire, come in and chat with me for a while, we haven't talked like this for many years."

"Hey, good." Lu An happily left the bedroom.

Watching his back disappear, Meng Qingchi secretly sighed, wondering if he should come today?I don't know if Qing Shui will blame himself at home?
This night, the snow outside was getting bigger and bigger, and the cold wind blew the imperial concubine alley empty.

In the room, Meng Qingchi leaned against the head of the bed, and Lu An pulled a chair to sit down. The two talked a lot like old friends for many years.

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