Chapter 55, into the details (seeking for further reading)

Author: March Mazhu

Chapter 55, into the details (seeking for further reading)

Uncle Meng still pretended not to see it and continued to think about the chess game.

Chen Weiyong glanced at Lu An with a serious look on his face.

Come on! The son of the county magistrate refused to save him. Lu An raised the knife and dropped it, showing no mercy at all.

Meng Qingchi came from the kitchen, filled a rice bowl with a few pieces of Dongpo pork, put it in front of him and said, "Xiao An, how do you like it? Let's have a midnight snack later."

There was no enemy here, so Lu An, who was bored, picked up his chopsticks and started eating.

The smell of meat made the old man reflect on the second chess game and raised his head frequently.

Take one bite, it's full of meaty flavor, um, delicious. Take another bite, it's still full of meaty flavor, still delicious.

While Lu An was eating, he asked Meng Qingchi, who was sitting next to him:

"Where are Brother Wenjie and Qingshuiren, not at home?"

Meng Wenjie is the eldest son of the Meng family. He is the same age as Lu An's eldest brother who died of meningitis. He is 27 this year.

Meng Qingchi said: "Brother Wenjie has gone to his sister-in-law's house. There is something going on there and he won't be able to come back tonight. Qingshui is writing questions in the bedroom upstairs."

After he finished two pieces of meat, the old man knocked on the tobacco pole, put it aside, grinned and spoke again:

"Boy Lu, your chess style has changed a lot, but I've thought it through, old man, and I'm sure to win you in the third game."

huge change?

That must be big, right?

After being reborn, I have gained a lifetime of experience and my chess skills are mysterious and unpredictable. I have already prepared several tricks to deal with you, old man.

In the third set, due to Sister Qingchi's presence, he didn't look so ugly. He adopted a defensive strategy and basically couldn't attack.

He didn't take the initiative to attack, but he couldn't stand up to the old man and committed suicide. If he just set up a trap, the other party would think he had an opportunity, and all his horses, horses and artillery would attack him.

In the 23rd round, Lu An quietly killed the knight, but the old man did not react.

In the 26th round, Luan stole another shot. The old man who was immersed in the offensive end was twitching, but he still insisted on the original attack plan.

In the 29th round, when Lu An also took away the sidecar, the old man stiffened, holding the chessboard in thought, and he also took the dry tobacco pole in his right hand and started smoking.

Lu An finished the last piece of meat and looked at Uncle Meng again.

This time Uncle Meng reacted, and responded to him with a smile in his eyes: show mercy, and save others under the sword.

After receiving the news, Lu An acted recklessly and gave the car directly to the old man's mouth.

But the old man stared at the car and refused to eat it.

Lu An looked at Uncle Meng again, as if to ask again: The grass and trees are all soldiers, how to deal with it?

Uncle Meng turned his head and did not look at him. He must have been completely disappointed with the old man.

Chen Weiyong looked at this scene and almost laughed out loud, thinking that the young man in front of him was so interesting.

Lu Anxin made a move and knocked the second car over.

Both Xindao cars are here, there is no routine, just eat whatever you want, if you eat one it will be a draw, if you eat two you will win, old man, you have to grasp it.

The old man's eyes moved sideways to the second car, and he didn't settle for a long time.

Lu An gently touched Meng Qingchi with his right foot under the table, indicating to her to remind her.

Meng Qingchi understood and said with a smile: "Grandpa, Lu An has already exhausted his donkey skills. If you eat the car, you will win."

The old man raised his head and glanced at his eldest granddaughter, then glanced at Lu An, but finally decided not to take action.

At this time Meng Qingshui came down from upstairs.

Taking one look at the chess game with few chess pieces, she immediately understood what was going on.

She stretched out her hand with a smile, took the chessboard away and said, "Grandpa, it's time for supper. Eat the supper before playing."

Seeing this, Uncle Meng stood up and said, "I'll go to the kitchen to serve the food."

Chen Weiyong stood up and said, "It's time to have midnight snack. I feel like I haven't had dinner for a long time. I'm going to wash my hands."

In order to avoid the silence, Meng Qingchi said: "Grandpa, Xiao An brought your favorite soju and marshmallows."

The old man came to his senses, put down his cigarette pole, and said to Lu An: "Your chess skills have improved greatly. Can you drink soju? Come drink some with me tonight."

"Grandpa has an order, don't dare to refuse, but you can." No matter how much or how little you drink, this slogan must be sounded.

There were only two guests at home, Chen Weiyong and Lu An, plus 6 people from the Meng family, and the table was just full.

Helping to place the dishes and chopsticks, Lu An quietly came to Meng Qingchi:

"Sister Qingchi, I'll sit with you."

Meng Qingchi smiled quietly, moved over and asked him to sit down.

Seeing this situation, Meng Qingshui, who originally planned to sit closer to Lu An and exchanged a few words, changed directions without leaving a trace and sat with her grandma.

Because his youngest daughter and Lu An had a big quarrel in junior high school, and because Lu An had been avoiding Qing Shui in the past few years, Li Meng subconsciously paid attention to their every move from the moment Lu An entered the house.

Although Qing Shui's actions just now were very subtle, they were not hidden from Li Meng and were visible to everyone.

His eyes stayed on his little daughter for a second, and then he looked at Lu An. At this time, he picked up the wine glass and was toasting to the elders on the table one by one.

It's really a big change.

Xiao An was so lively before, so he had to go back to elementary school, right?

Since the accident happened in the Lu family, Xiao An seems to have changed his temperament, becoming more reserved and less talkative.

Especially in the past two years, the problem of mental weakness has become even worse.

After Lu An drank three small glasses of soju in a row, Meng Qingchi gave him a piece of duck wing, then stretched out his hand to stop him, not allowing him to drink any more.

Seeing his eldest daughter and Lu An talking, laughing and interacting frequently, Li Meng glanced at his younger daughter from the corner of his eye.

Meng Qingshui treated the two of them as if they were nothing, talking to her grandma, ladling soup and vegetables for her.

Could it be that I had an illusion before? Didn’t my youngest daughter still have lingering feelings for Lu An?

Li Meng reflected in his heart.

Li Meng is paying attention to Meng Qingshui and Lu An, and as a father, Meng Zhenhai is also observing the situation of his youngest daughter and Lu An.

However, the couple's perspective is different.

Meng Zhenhai focused most of his attention on Lu An. As the boss of a county, in addition to paying attention to words, physical characteristics were also the focus of his inspection.

He found that although the eldest daughter had a close relationship with Xiao An, her posture had always been upright and well-behaved. She obviously treated Xiao An as a normal younger brother.

As for Lu An, he drinks and chats with the elders at the table with extraordinary eloquence. When the food in the bowl is gone, he likes to glance at the eldest daughter next to him.

On the surface, it doesn't seem to be a big problem.

But his whole body, his knees were always facing toward his eldest daughter. These small movements reflected an instinct in his heart.

It reflects a kind of subconsciousness.

Seeing this, Meng Zhenhai felt a little upset. He didn't know whether Lu An had become dependent on his eldest daughter who had been caring about him all these years because his mother died too early? Or did he have other thoughts about Qingchi?

After drinking a drink with his close friend Chen Weiyong next to him and sipping soju, Meng Zhenhai looked at his youngest daughter quietly.

Meng Qingshui was laughing and chatting, her posture changing on the chair as she picked up vegetables, sometimes whispering to her grandma, sometimes chatting about topics at the table, without any sense of restraint and with ease.

After observing for a while, Meng Zhenhai didn't notice anything strange about his little daughter.

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