Chapter 3, God likes to see women

Author: March Mazhu

Chapter 3, God likes to see women

With his eyes stuck on the unfinished vine tree for two seconds, Meng Qingchi looked at the cucumber seedlings and said, "I haven't come for two months, but you have a good harvest, is it bitter?"

Lu An closed the gate of the courtyard and replied: "It's not hard."

As he said that, he walked over and picked a fat and tender cucumber, habitually rubbed it on his clothes a few times, broke the roots and handed it over:

"Give me a try? If you think it's dirty, forget it."

Meng Qingchi looked at his pretty clean old clothes, took them with a smile, and took them with a small bite.

When she walked to the door of the main hall, she suddenly stopped in place, smelled the dew and frowned and asked, "Has Lu Xueping been here today?"

Luan said: "Just leaving soon."

Upon hearing this, Meng Qingchi didn't plan to go in, so he gave him the woven bag and said quietly: "Go and clean up and go out with me."

Lu An glanced at the woven bag and found that the things inside were wrapped in newspapers and could not see anything.

But he was too lazy to ask more questions, so he put down the bag and followed him out.

Opposite Guifei Lane is a tea room of old age. On the left are several rockery and on the right is a small pond. There are three four-season osmanthus trees growing on the edge of the pond. They smelled the faint fragrance and entered the tea room.

In addition to the hall, there are 12 booths in the tea room. Meng Qingchi likes 9. Every time this happens, I don’t know the specific reason?

Luan likes one seat, and can see all kinds of people outside through the glass.

"Is there still Biluochun today?" Meng Qingchi asked.

"Sold out." The waiter replied.

The old man in charge of the tea room used to retire early because of the business downturn. Later, a plump woman came over to take over. Hey! Hey, with the same recipe and the same position, the business actually came back to life and got better.

At the beginning, Lu An couldn't figure out why it would be different if the tea-in-the-shelf person changed?

Later, he worked hard all night before he realized that the customer was God, and God had to look at women, and no one could do anything about it.

"Then let's have a pot of raw tea." Meng Qingchi said.

Raw tea is a synonym for local tea, with a bitter taste but endless aftertaste. When Luan was a child, he often stuffed original raw tea into his mouth when he picked tea and subsidized his home use. He loved this tune.

In my memory, the waiter always wore cheongsams, fancy cheongsams, slit cheongsams, and his legs were exposed all year round. The young and young men in Guifei Lane gave her a nickname "white pole".

The white pole is a poisonous mushroom, which means that this woman's big white legs can fascinate people.

Because of this, the girls in Guifei Lane looked at her and secretly called her a vixen, who corrupted the customs and seduced her legs and hips every day to seduce men.

The waiter grabbed a handful of tea from the iron can and sprinkled it into the spout of the teapot. Lu An clearly saw a centipede covered with feet running out. He hesitated under his nose for a moment and drilled into the crack of the table.

The waiter shook a corner of the table violently, and the centipede was shaken to the ground. Then he pressed his shoes and twisted his toes. There was a pile of meat on the ground instantly, and blue juice overflowed.

Lu An said to Meng Qingchi: "Sister Qingchi, let's change the place."

The waiter said: "This is not for you, it is for the No. 10 deck."

This is a really conscientious waiter.

Lu An was half-believing and half-doubted: "I want too much tea?"

The waiter didn't talk nonsense and sent the pot of tea to the No. 10 booth under the eyes of the two of them.

The two looked at each other, Meng Qingchi changed to Tieguanyin and then soaked in by himself.

Due to the miserable situation of Mr. Centipede, Lu An paid special attention to the guests of the No. 10 deck. He found that they were two middle-aged men and women, and they looked familiar. He had met many times in the tea room.

At this time, the two men were bragging to each other and sharing their experiences.

The man from gray cloth said: "I mainly eat bullwhip now, and occasionally eat tiger whip. I found that after the age of 40, I rely on this thing to prosper my life."

The man in blue asked: "Is this thing effective? I finally got a tiger whip a while ago, but it didn't work if I ate it."

The gray cloth man "did" a swear word and was shocked: "This thing is useless? Then you are not functionally dysfunctional, right?"

At this time, the female companion of the gray cloth man asked the man in blue: "What are you eating now?"

The man in blue said, "I mainly eat snakes now."

As soon as these words came out, the people who listened to the nearby booths were full of doubts?

The gray cloth man suddenly leaned his head at Lu An and asked, "Little brother, I know you are a cultural person. Does the snake have a whip?"

Under Meng Qingchi's quiet gaze, Lu An answered with straight body: "Brother, the snake is a whip."

The people nearby laughed immediately, and the people at the No. 10 depot left after a while.

Meng Qingchi picked up the teacup and blew it gently, took a short sip and asked, "How is your scholarship exam this time?"

It would be fine if you don’t mention this, but when you mention Luan, you will feel sad.

I will not be reborn late or soon, but I will be reborn in the scholarship exam at the beginning of each semester.

However, the luck of the misfortune was that it was the last subject of geography, and he had done more than half of it. He also did the remaining small part in a daze, but he was not sure whether it was right or not.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Meng Qingchi asked, "Didn't you do well in the exam?"

Lu An answered truthfully: "I didn't do well in the last subject."

Meng Qingchi asked: "The last subject is geography?"

Luan said: "It's geography."

Meng Qingchi stared at him for a while, puzzled: "In my memory, your geography is the same as mathematics, and you have full marks almost every time."

OK, there was a flaw.

Lu An lies without blushing and his heart is beating: "The head hurts a little at that time."

Meng Qingchi put down the teacup and asked seriously: "Have you had a headache again recently? Is it very serious?"

Lu An secretly said his guilt and continued to lie: "Fortunately, I quarreled across the door that night, so I didn't sleep well."

The No. 8 door sign of Guifei Lane is a famous gunpowder barrel, and Lu An often uses them as scapegoats.

Upon hearing this, Meng Qingchi breathed a sigh of relief, but said, "It's the National Day holiday soon. You come to the hospital to find me, and I'll have someone to take a look for you."

Meng Qingchi is a doctor from the Municipal People's Hospital and graduated from Hunan Medical University, the predecessor of Xiangya Medical College. The reason why she chose to work in Baoqing was because of her family.

Lu An knew about his own affairs, which was not caused by a headache, so he could only say: "My country plans to go home in Qingqing, and he misses his eldest sister and sister a little."

This is what he said in his heart. After living a new life, he was very eager to see them and see if they were doing well?

If it weren't for the long road from home, he would have left in the afternoon.

Thinking of the situation at his home, Meng Qingchi no longer insisted this time, but said earnestly: "I know what your concerns are? But now is not the time to consider money.

You will have to take the college entrance examination in less than a year. This is a major event that will change your destiny. Do you know if your health cannot collapse?

Listen to my sister, you will have a day off for National Day. I will take you to check it out."

The other party said sincerely, and Lu An had to respond.

At the same time, I was thinking that it would be better to have a check-up. His mental weakness in his previous life took a lot of effort to solve it. I wonder if he would follow him after he was reborn?

Seeing him silent, Meng Qingchi thought he had poked his sore spot, so he changed the topic:

"You should take the initiative to talk to people more on weekdays, and don't stay alone like a dull man."

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