Chapter 438: The thief's heart is not dead

Lu Qiao had originally planned to find time to talk to Shao Le about this, so she got off the car as well and said to Shao Le in a low voice: "I originally wanted to tell you something."

Shao Le immediately asked with a serious expression: "What is it?"

"I heard that many people in the countryside are playing cards now. I don't know if your father is participating, but you should still keep an eye on it. He is neither freezing nor hungry now, and he feels that his children are all managed by you, so he won't have any pressure. Maybe he can't help but go gamble..."

Shao Le was stunned upon hearing this.

Lu Qiao added: "It's best if your dad doesn't have this behavior. If he really does, don't be anxious. According to your experience in the security office, just act according to the rules. Your situation is special; I analyze that it won't implicate you."

Lu Qiao didn't say anything more. She believed Shao Le could understand.

Shao Le knew that Lu Qiao was capable and had wide connections. Going out with her to handle things, no matter where she went, she had acquaintances, and the relationships were all quite good. Therefore, although Lu Qiao's reminder was not that explicit, she definitely knew something.

Shao Le thanked Lu Qiao, waved to Deputy Director Huang and the others, and walked toward the small path below the road, carrying his canvas bag.

Returning to the Neighborhood Office, Lu Qiao happened to see Lin Xiaomin coming out. She also saw Lin Xiaomin's strangely suppressed expression.

What happened?

Little Cangcang told her that Cheng Wen had been very obedient to the note these past few days and didn't dare to go home to live at all. Not only that, he even secretly talked to the air, seemingly feeling that the person who wrote the note should be his late father.

Then Lin Xiaomin must have suffered grievances from Mother Cheng or Qu Caifeng said something to her?

Qu Caifeng, ah.

Why is the thief's heart not dead?

Lu Qiao greeted with a smile: "Comrade Lin, back from your business trip? When did you get back? Are you busy? If not, let's go into the office and talk."

Lin Xiaomin had already met with Old Hu. As for what exactly to draw, Old Hu didn't care and let Lin Xiaomin decide.

He also told Lin Xiaomin very generously that she could just say whatever she wanted.

Things at work were all very smooth; whatever she drew was up to her. Old Hu was clear-headed enough not to let a layman direct an expert.

Not seeing Lu Qiao, she didn't put down the paintings and the small picture books, mainly because she didn't know how to tell others.

She didn't expect that before she left, Lu Qiao would return.

Just now she was thinking about those annoying things.

She felt that living was truly too difficult.

She had never harmed anyone, nor had she let anyone down, so why did such a woman come to annoy her?

If she and Cheng Wen had no feelings, a divorce would be a divorce.

But the two of them had deep feelings; they really couldn't bear to leave each other.

But now a Qu Caifeng had appeared. Even if she didn't take her seriously, it was inevitable that she would be affected by her.

Quietly exhaling a breath of turbid air, Lin Xiaomin also had a smile on her face and said to Lu Qiao: "I just finished talking with Director Hu. I'll go back and design the draft, and I'll start drawing in the afternoon. Two days... should be enough to complete it."

As for what to draw, Lu Qiao felt that people born in this era who had come this far knew much better than she did.

So she wouldn't point fingers in this regard and wouldn't say a single extra word.

Lu Qiao said: "Comrade Lin, you are also very tired from just returning from the grassroots level. Why don't you rest and come back tomorrow? There's no rush; just finish it within a week."

After thinking about it, Lin Xiaomin shook her head. She didn't want to stay at home now. If it weren't for needing some things, she wouldn't even want to go back: "It's fine, I'll start in the afternoon."

Subsequently, she said with some embarrassment: "Thank you for the matter that night. If I hadn't happened to meet you, I might have caught a cold."

As for the rest, Lin Xiaomin didn't mention a word. Lu Qiao couldn't ask either.

Lin Xiaomin handed the paintings and the small picture books in her hand to Lu Qiao and said: "This small picture book was drawn, made, and bound by myself. The story was also compiled by me based on what I saw and heard while at the grassroots level. I want to give it to you, and this painting was also drawn by me some time ago. If you don't mind, please accept it."

At this time, the two of them were in front of Lu Qiao's desk.

Lin Xiaomin unfolded the painting, and then Lu Qiao's eyes lit up.

She discovered that Lin Xiaomin indeed had talent in painting.

Lin Xiaomin's painting gave people a vivid and lively feeling at first glance. The scenery in the painting carried a sense of spirit, and it seemed as if emotions were flowing faintly within it.

This might also have something to do with a person's state of mind.

Lu Qiao didn't decline; declining again would hurt feelings.

She said to Lin Xiaomin with a smile: "This painting is too beautiful; I like it so much. I'm going to have it properly mounted. In case you become a great painter in the future, then my painting will rise in value."

Lin Xiaomin's face turned a bit red, and she hurriedly said: "I just like painting; what great painter? I've never thought of that. You can't say that to others; people will laugh at me."

Now people advocate that humility makes one progress and pride makes one fall behind.

Lin Xiaomin's reaction was very normal. Lu Qiao smiled and said: "I won't tell others." Subsequently, she picked up the serial picture book.

The serial picture book was made according to the current production standards for small picture books.

Because it might have been drawn for fun, colored pencils were used, but the composition was clever and the colors were bright. It was similar to the kind of New Year pictures sold now.

This was the cover. Lu Qiao let Lin Xiaomin sit down. Although she wasn't prepared to look at it carefully, after all, this was in the office, but she still flipped through it page by page. Flipping to the middle, she looked at Lin Xiaomin and said in surprise: "Sister Xiaomin, this story is really very, very good. Is it your own original work?"

Lin Xiaomin's eyes became sparkling upon hearing this. Being able to have the things she drew appreciated, especially by a capable person like Lu Qiao, Lin Xiaomin felt particularly proud. She nodded vigorously: "Yes, yes, it's my own creation."

"Oh my, this story of yours is too good to read. The theme is novel, positive, and promotes an inspiring spirit."

Being praised by Lu Qiao like this, the haze in Lin Xiaomin's eyes had already disappeared. Now her face was full of smiles.

Lu Qiao wasn't exaggerating. She hadn't not read small picture books; on the contrary, she had read many, after all, they were fun. She had come into contact with all the characteristics unique to this era that she could come into contact with.

Not counting the money tickets, grain tickets, and various tickets used on weekdays, the small picture books, serial picture books, cloth pockets, knucklebones, tin frogs, bellows, marionettes, paper flowers, paper gourds, etc., of this time, as long as there was an opportunity, she had definitely experienced them.

By the way, she had also jumped rubber bands with several little girls.

So she knew that this small picture book hand-drawn by Lin Xiaomin was a top-grade product.

Especially since it was very consistent with the current situation and what the higher-ups advocated and insisted on promoting... ===== CHAPTER 439 =====