My 1991

The rain was heavy and there was a slight breeze, so the pants of the two people quickly got wet.

Walking out of the school gate, Lu An suggested: "Sister Qingchi, this kind of showers tend to come hard and go away quickly. It's dinner time now. Why don't we have a meal before we leave? The rain may lighten up later."

Meng Qingchi said yes, pointed to the restaurant on the left and said, "I've been eating at this restaurant these two days, and it tastes pretty good."

This, isn't this the melon seed owner's family?

Damn it, I won't go.

Lu An put a little force on his right hand, hugged her shoulders and walked to the restaurant on the right: "I asked and said that the restaurant on the right is better. You have been eating there for the past two days. Let's change the taste today."

Meng Qingchi glanced at the hand on his shoulder again, smiled without breaking it, and followed him to the restaurant on the right.

The roses were very eye-catching. The restaurant owner who was eating melon seeds recognized Lu An at a glance. When he saw him taking people to the restaurant on the right, he felt depressed.

And that woman was very familiar to the restaurant owner because of her good looks and temperament. I have been eating at my own restaurant in the past two days, but today I went there, and the melon seeds in my hands suddenly lost their fragrance.

Meng Qingchi saw that the corners of his eyes were a little dry, and said that he had been a little angry in the past two days, so he ordered a seaweed and egg soup for him, and changed the fried pork with peppers into fried pork with garlic sprouts.

Lu An knew that these sisters liked to eat a side of fried tofu, so he took the initiative to order this dish.

Seeing that he wanted to order more, Meng Qingchi stopped him at the right time: "There are already three dishes, that's enough. We won't be able to finish them if we order too much."

Lu An asked: "After the exam, would you like to have some wine to relax?"

"Sister, I don't drink outside."

Meng Qingchi reached out for two bottles of soda, and then said to him: "Since you are here in Changshi, why not take an extra day off? Tomorrow I will take you to Xiangya Hospital to check your body system."

Lu An had no objection to the physical examination. He happened to have the same idea. He just said: "I didn't ask for leave."

Meng Qingchi stared at him, not knowing how to speak.

After a long while, she said, "I'll call Teacher Zhou later."

Lu An waited until he said this, so naturally he couldn't ask for it.

After dinner, as expected, the sky became much clearer and the rain became lighter.

Lu An stopped at the roadside 6 times before getting a taxi. Everyone was numb: "When I get rich, I will buy a car as soon as possible."

The driver happened to hear this and couldn't help but interrupt: "Yazi, then you have to make a lot of money. It costs more than 100,000 yuan to buy a Santana now."

Meng Qingchi smiled and said, "My brother is still a student. It will be many years before he can make money."

The driver glanced at this gentle young woman, and his first impression was that she was very well-educated. He immediately said, "That's true. This society changes every year. When my brother starts to make money, the car will probably also slowly become... Cheap"

"tingting"

Before the driver finished speaking, a strange bell suddenly sounded in the car.

The driver was very knowledgeable and knew that this was the calling sound of a BB machine. He subconsciously looked at Meng Qingchi. In his opinion, it was normal for such a beautiful girl to have a BB machine.

Meng Qingchi looked at Lu An next to him.

Lu An took out the BB phone, took a look at it, and said to her: "Miss Yu from Shanghai is on call. I'll give her a call later."

Meng Qingchi thought it was about painting, so he turned to the driver and said, "Go to No. 428 Labor West Road, Yuhua District."

The driver glanced at the brand new Panasonic BB camera, and a number immediately came to mind, 2,000 yuan.

Li Long works in the Department of Education, and his wife is the vice principal of Yali Middle School. Well, she is Meng Qingchi's aunt.

Lu An asked her: "Are you going back to your uncle's house tonight?"

Meng Qingchi tilted his head and looked at the street scene outside, "If you don't want to go, there are hotels and hotels next to Yali Middle School, which is relatively safe."

He really didn't want to go to Li Long's house.

Once he left, a lot of things would be exposed now. If so, Li Meng might have blocked him at the station with a kitchen knife before he returned to Baoqing.

Is that okay?

For the sake of safety, Meng Qingchi took him to a hotel very close to the police station and said:

"You stay here for one night, and I'll come find you tomorrow morning."

"Okay, Sister Qingchi, please go upstairs first. Don't keep uncle and the others waiting." Lu An took her to the side of Yali Middle School before returning.

After watching his back go upstairs, Lu An first found a public phone booth and called Yu Guanzhi.

Later I wandered around a bit and finally stopped in front of a bookstore.

The bookstore is close to Yali Middle School. At this time, there are several students in school uniforms inside selecting test papers. Lu An went in and watched for a while, then picked some papers that suited him.

After paying the bill, he returned to the hotel. After washing himself, he began to study questions.

After spending so many days out, I feel inexplicably nervous now, and I don’t know how my monthly exam results will be.

That night, Lu An kept working on the questions and didn't rest until two o'clock in the morning.

In the early morning of the next day, Meng Qingchi rushed over before dawn.

Because he had to undergo an examination, Lu An did not dare to eat or drink water, so he went through the process hungry.

At noon, Meng Qingchi found a familiar tutor and asked: "Teacher, how is my brother's condition?"

The old doctor read all the test reports carefully, and finally took off his glasses and said: "The problem you mentioned on the phone before has been cured, and it's not a serious problem.

However, he is somewhat malnourished and needs to eat more good supplements, such as ginseng stewed black-bone chicken. "

Hearing what his instructor said, Meng Qingchi's face relaxed a little. After thanking him, he took Lu An out of the hospital.

"Xiao An, you have to eat a black-bone chicken every week from now on. I will help you find a way to get some wild ginseng. Eat like this for two months." Meng Qingchi told him on the way to the bus station.

"Okay, it's up to you."

Niang Xipi, the bones in your body were so empty in the past. You haven’t replenished them after eating pork for half a year?

Taking a car is much faster than taking a train, and we returned to Baoqing in more than 4 hours.

But when they got off the bus at Shaoshuiqiao, the two of them were shocked by the scene in front of them.

Watching six or seven trucks packed with bald men passing by, Lu An instantly thought of Li Rou's family's mining and sand mining company.

If I remember correctly, those people's work clothes seemed to be this style of blue labor cloth, right?

Meng Qingchi came to his senses and said: "This is an employee of Jinxin Mining Company. It has not been very peaceful recently. There are always injured people sent to the hospital."

Luan asked: "Very often?"

Meng Qingchi nodded slightly: "It's relatively frequent. There was one person who died a year ago after resuscitation failed."

She didn't seem to want to talk too much about this, "Let's go, I'll take you to school."

Lu An was confused: "Ah, you're sending me off? You didn't call Teacher Zhou?"

Meng Qingchi said: "We talked on the phone last night, but I still have to go see Qingshui."

Lu An was stunned for a moment, then walked a few steps before asking: "Does she know that I went to Changsha?"

Meng Qingchi walked ahead along the blue stone road, as if he didn't hear the words and didn't respond to him.

Looking at her back, Lu An was stunned for a moment, and then quickly caught up with her.

No. 1 Middle School is still the same, and it has not changed because he has been gone for a few days.

When he got to the third floor, he met Zhou Jingni in the corridor, who was currently leaning forward and secretly observing the situation in the classroom through the window.

Seeing this, Lu An walked over quietly, followed her example and bent down to look inside.

He said in a hoarse voice: "The students in your class are working very hard. Teacher Zhou, you have another good year this year."

"Fortunately, they are quite competitive."

Zhou Jingni thought it was the school leader and subconsciously replied, but after saying a few words, she felt something was wrong. She turned her head and looked, oh, and suddenly became very angry.

"Haha, isn't this the great painter Lu who is pursuing his love and is willing to come back?"

"Teacher Zhou, please don't do this. I'm not used to it."

Zhou Jingni put her hands on her chest and stood straight on the spot. Her eyes were as cold as cold. After a long time, she waved her hand and said: "Get out of here, get out of here and go to class. I'll be upset when I see you."

"..."

Although he knew that the other party had misunderstood him, he didn't completely misunderstand him. He didn't bother to quibble and just opened the door and walked in.

"Wait."

Zhou Jingni called him from behind.

Luann turned around.

"You are not allowed to ask for leave before the college entrance examination." Zhou Jingni adjusted her glasses with the tips of her fingers and said seriously.

"good."

With the college entrance examination approaching, there was not much time left for him. Lu An really did not plan to ask for leave again, so he agreed sincerely.

There is a math class going on inside.

Seeing Lu An come in, teachers and classmates all paid attention. Especially the way the math teacher looked at him showed how loving he was before, but how complicated he is now.

Since his senior year in high school, the top student who had boasted countless times in front of his colleagues suddenly disappeared. It was okay once, but it was always so hard that it made him doubt his life.

Many times he reflected on himself. Was there something wrong with his teaching methods?

Taught a smart guy into a stupid guy?

Luan didn't know what the math teacher was thinking.

He returned to his seat unhurriedly and asked Ye Run in a low voice, "How is my score in this monthly exam?"

The teacher was in class, and Ye Run couldn't speak small words, so he wrote on the scratch paper: You scored 615, tied for third place in the school with Wu Ying.

Third place?

He was quite satisfied with the results and asked: Who are the top two?

Ye Run wrote: Liu Hui was first and Tang Jian was second.

This bird is worthy of her reputation, and she is worthy of her reputation. Only the male young lady who was in her first year of high school could deal with her slyly.

But in my memory, it seems that the young man loses more than he wins, right?

To be honest, he was a little confused. Why didn't this girl study science when her grades were so good?

Then he remembered himself again. The reason why he didn't study science was chemistry.

During his freshman year of high school, he never got the last question of his chemistry exam right. He often got the chemical formulas right, but the calculation results were always wrong.

One time that I remember particularly vividly was during the midterm exam in the second semester of my freshman year of high school. I finished the exam quickly and smoothly, but I encountered a curse on the last question.

Count 9 times to get 9 different answers.

That time he collapsed and almost tore the chemistry paper to pieces. He swore to himself on the spot that if he didn't study science, he would never want to see chemistry again in his life.

When filling out the form by subject, he decisively filled in liberal arts. But the school secretly assigned him to a key science class based on his performance.

During the beginning of the second year of high school, the class teacher of the first year of high school tried to persuade him for three hours, but it was of no use. In the end, he was unable to change his decision and transferred to the liberal arts class with the approval slip.

After class on the second night, Ye Run found a letter from the drawer and gave it to him: "Wei Fangyuan asked me to give it to you, saying it was written by your sister."

Sister, Song Jia?

Lu An took the envelope and checked it, and found that there was no stamp on it, and there were only three words on the envelope: Second Brother.

This is the first time in this life that this girl has written to herself, which is a bit strange.

When he tore open the envelope, there was only a piece of letter paper inside. The letter paper was torn from the exercise book.

The content is not much, divided into three paragraphs, telling three things:

In the first paragraph, Song Jia showed off her academic achievements and was ranked first in age.

At the same time, he followed his instructions and grew his hair long.

In the second paragraph, she said that the first floor of the new house in her hometown had been built and the second floor of bricks was being laid.

She was very proud, saying that many people at the intersection were extremely envious. Every time construction started, many neighbors came to watch the excitement.

In the third paragraph, after she finished talking about herself and the house, she started talking about her eldest sister.

He said that the business of the eldest sister's tailor shop was so good that it was too busy, so he hired a new apprentice, and that apprentice was Liu Yang's sister.

Song Jia said naughtily here: Sister, the wealth is not going to outsiders, and she has already developed a relationship with her future sister-in-law.

The content of the letter came to an abrupt end. He was a little curious about what the relationship between eldest sister and Liu Yang was like now.

However, from the apprentice's analysis, it is estimated that the relationship between the two is inseparable, and it is possible that they have already expressed their feelings for each other secretly.

I read books and take classes during the day, do homework at night, buy some good toothbrushes on weekends, and draw for a while when my hands are itchy.

The whole month of March went by like this day after day. Although the days were a bit dull, they were comfortable.

After learning from Ye Run that Lu An's paintings could be sold for a lot of money, Li Dong no longer felt jealous of the pretty girls who liked to talk to Lu An, and expressed his sincerity.

It was another Sunday. As soon as the noon class was over, Li Dong ran over and asked, "Brother, what should we eat today?"

Lu An whispered to Ye Run, "Don't ask me, ask the chef."

Li Dong immediately looked over: "How about beef?"

Ye Run said nothing.

Li Dong asked: "Duck?"

Ye Run still said nothing.

Li Dong asked seven or eight questions in succession, but Ye Run remained silent. Finally, he slammed the table and shouted:

"What do you want to eat? Just give me a message. If there is anything flying in the sky, swimming in the water, or crawling on the ground, I will definitely get it."

Ye Run glanced at the door: "Don't come here anymore, hurry up and make room."

Hearing this, Lu An and Li Dong both turned around and saw Meng Qingchi, who was holding an incubator in his hand.

"Oh, sister-in-law is here, it's really time to run away." Li Dong winked, whispered, and ran out of the back door. He was so determined that even if he hit the door panel, he covered his forehead and kept silent.

Ye Run was much more calm and walked out the front door holding two books. When passing the door, he also said hello to Meng Qingchi.

"Sister Qingchi, why did you send it to school today?"

No wonder he asked, in the past the other party would send ginseng stewed black chicken to Guifei Lane.

Or prepare it in Guifei Lane and wait for him to go back to eat. This is the first time he has sent it to school.

Meng Qingchi said: "I'm going to Changshi later. I don't have much time, so I'll just come over and see you."

"Going to Changshi?"

Lu An's eyes lit up, he took a step closer and asked, "Are there any results for the test results?"

Meng Qingchi smiled and nodded: "Yes, I received a call from my uncle at noon today."

Lu An happily sent his blessing: "Congratulations, our sister Qingchi has taken another big step in life. I wish everything goes well in the future."

Meng Qingchi, who is usually relatively indifferent, seemed happy to be able to pass the exam: "Thank you, Xiao An."

It was finally a half-day holiday in a week. Everyone went outside for a walk to relax. The classroom was empty. The two of them didn't go anywhere, just chatting in their seats.

After opening the lid of the thermos, Lu An picked up a piece of good black-bone chicken with chopsticks and handed it to Meng Qingchi's mouth:

"Today is your big day. I haven't prepared any gifts. Come on, have a piece of chicken first, and I'll make up for the gifts later."

Meng Qingchi glanced at him, not knowing what he was thinking. However, he has behaved himself in the past month or so, and this is the first time he has made such an unusual move today.

After hesitating for a while, seeing that he persisted and the sound of footsteps coming from outside the classroom, she finally opened her mouth slightly and ate the chicken.

After finishing the meal in small bites, she suddenly asked: "You and Qing Shui have been pretending not to know each other in school?"

With food in her mouth, Lu An responded vaguely and asked, "Why did you ask about this?"

Meng Qingchi said: "I originally wanted my sister to send you the black-bone chicken, but she didn't agree."

Then she asked with concern: "Are you having a conflict again?"

Lu An shook his head, "No, it's just inconvenient for her."

Meng Qingchi was curious: "What's the matter? Why is it inconvenient?"

Lu An thought for a while and told Li Shuting's story.

After listening, Meng Qingchi had a faint smile on his face and a smile in his eyes, and joked: "Xiao Ansheng's good looks are still a great advantage."

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Another note: This is a life article, don’t talk about it. March’s style has always been like this. I’m getting older and can’t change, so please bear with me.