My 1991

On a rare day off, Meng Wenjie forced Lu An to have a drink, but the result was that both of them lost and got drunk.

Drunk and unconscious.

After a lot of effort to get the two of them back to their rooms, the sister-in-law couldn't help but sigh: "Wenjie has always had a good drinking capacity, and there are not many people in the unit who can compete with him. How could Lu An be so aggressive and bring Wenjie to life?" Drunk."

Li Meng said: "Xiao An should have a good physique and be able to drink naturally."

When her mother and sister-in-law went downstairs, Meng Qingshui did not follow them. She first quietly looked at the people on the bed beside the bed for a while. After watching for a long time, at a certain moment, he couldn't help but put his right hand on his face and caressed him gently.

In the first year of junior high school, every time he kissed her, he would like to touch his face with his hands like this, Meng Qingshui recalled shyly.

At that time, the two of them knew nothing. They learned all the good and all the bad from TV and books.

In his confusion, he felt that there was a person 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.

Meng Qingchi called home in the morning, and his sister-in-law answered the phone.

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

When this matter was brought up, my sister-in-law's excitement remained undiminished: "Yes, the county seat has been transferred to the Finance Bureau."

Meng Qingchi was equally happy and asked: "He has loved liveliness since he was a child. Have you helped him serve wine to celebrate this time?"

"After celebrating, I called a few close friends and drank a lot of wine. He was drunk." My sister-in-law described the situation last night and this morning.

Meng Qingchi knew his elder brother's drinking capacity, and was very surprised that Xiao An could compete with him. Then he asked with concern: "Xiao An is still at home?"

"Here he is, drunk too, sleeping."

As she said that, the sister-in-law brought out the gossipy nature of a woman: "Let me tell you a funny story. Lu An was sleeping on the bed, and Qing Shui was always by the bedside. According to our mother, this little daughter got involved."

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

My sister-in-law asked: "Qingchi, when will you come back?"

Meng Qingchi said: "My uncle plans to transfer my job to Xiangya Hospital. I will stay here for a while. I may come back before the Qingshui College Entrance Examination."

In fact, she had nothing particularly urgent to do in Changshi. She had the network of her uncle and aunt for job transfer, plus her excellent resume and her mentor at Xiangya Hospital, so she only needed to follow a simple process.

But she didn't want to return 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 the two of them.

Of course, she will not be idle. In addition to reading and studying, she will also go over when the tutor is working in the hospital and listen and study carefully.

The sky was crisp and sunny in the morning, but the sky changed at noon, with dark clouds, and in the afternoon it started to rain. Luan woke up amidst the rumbling thunder, and was shocked by the thunder.

She opened her eyes drowsily and found someone at the head of the bed. Meng Qingshui fell asleep lying on the head of the bed at some point.

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

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

After standing still in front of the bed for two minutes, Luan left the room.

The moment the door closed, Meng Qingshui's long eyelashes trembled a few times and then opened her eyes.

In fact, she was awake when he got up just now, but the situation was a bit embarrassing now. She actually stayed with him for most of the day. In her shy mood, she simply chose to pretend to be asleep.

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

Seeing him looking boredly 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 and I need to take good care of it."

Meng Wenjie laughed and reached out to pat him on the shoulder: "You and Qingshui are really of the same mind. Just now she heard that I wanted to continue drinking at night, but she was not happy that I dragged you to drink, saying that you had never drank much before, and she was afraid that you would end up drinking after a few drinks. Drunk your body to death."

After hearing this and looking at Meng Qingshui who was looking over here, Lu An stopped thinking about going back to Imperial Concubine Lane tonight.

After dinner, Lu An was doing homework, and Meng Qingshui was with him. However, when he was doing math problems, the latter was reviewing physics.

During this period, he asked the girl several math questions, all of which were about the combination of inequalities and parabolas.

Looking at these questions, Meng Qingshui pondered for a while and said softly for a long time: "You used to be able to pick up questions of this level of difficulty easily."

Lu An knew his own family affairs, and immediately laughed and said: "It was before, and it is now. Things have changed. You also know that English was the most difficult for me in the past, but now I almost get full marks in English. This It’s a change of interest.”

The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was intentional. One sentence changed things and another sentence changed her interest. Meng Qingshui felt like her heart was cut by a knife. Several times she wanted to blurt out and ask: Is my sister really so much better than me?

But she knew the general idea, and she didn't ask.

And she was acutely aware that there were things that you could know well but couldn't say out loud, otherwise a clear red line would have to be drawn.

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

That night, 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, he was just 21 years old, and he remembered that his sister began to attract him at this age.

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

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

Buses are very crowded these days, and the combination of bad breath, body odor, unshowered body odor, sweat odor, and other unpleasant odors can kill a person. He already suffers from motion sickness, so if he encounters these, it will immediately become extremely bad.

Choosing a seat by the window, Lu An looked outside to distract himself.

"Have you heard that there is a painter in Guifei Lane who sells a painting for 20,000 yuan? It sounds scary. Is it true?"

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

"It's fake. My man told me this when he came back from outside for dinner, but I didn't believe it. Their pig heads didn't even think about it. Buying a painting for 20,000 yuan is not a robbery, and the script is not How dare you sing like that?" A young woman obviously didn't believe it.

At this time, the first uncle put down his cigarette and said, "If you don't believe it, it doesn't mean there is no such thing in the world. You have never been to Baoqing. I can only blame you for being short-sighted. My eldest nephew lives in Guifei Lane. He told us It’s true, that person is his neighbor. Because he was born well and can draw, a widow came to the door in the middle of the night and took the initiative to hug her."

The eldest aunt was the most interested in this matter and asked quickly: "Did the widow succeed? Is the widow handsome? How many grams did she get in one night?"

The uncle shook his head: "The widow is quite handsome, but it is said that she has not succeeded. People have great abilities, and widows are not rare 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 me because he didn't know what to say.

Hearing that several people were still chatting about the widow and the painter, and the topic was getting more and more crooked, Lu An couldn't stand it anymore and said, "I know the painter you are talking about. I live in Guifei Lane."

The aunt immediately became excited: "Is it true that even the widows who come to your door don't come? Is the painter a man?"

Lu An was ashamed and explained: "You only heard one thing but not the other. That widow is famous for being a prodigal in our Royal Concubine Lane, but no man dares to touch her."

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

Lu An looked around at the young women until their faces turned red, and then he told Widow Zhang her own words: "They all talk about the Widow Croft, who dares to touch her?"

Everyone looked at each other, then sighed, saying it was a pity. There are many bachelors who spend their whole day with ten niangs, but this is still a waste, it is really a waste of natural resources.

ps: I will update a small chapter first, and there will be two more updates later today.

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

I have to go to the county to take the subject one test another day, which is sad.