Chapter 103

On this day, Lu Xiaoya returned home after school. The Provincial Party Committee compound was very close to Jiangcheng University, so she rarely lived in the student dormitory and usually went home to live. This was not because she thought the dormitory conditions were too simple, but to avoid the entanglement of some male students.

When she returned to the Provincial Party Committee compound, the guard stopped her and handed her a registered letter. Looking at the beautiful fountain pen handwriting on the envelope, her mood inexplicably improved.

She thanked the guard and walked quickly back home.

Song Qiaoli had already returned home. Seeing the registered letter in Lu Xiaoya's hand, she asked, "Whose letter is this?"

Lu Xiaoya said, "Su Xinghui's. I asked him to paint a picture for me last time, and he said he would mail it to me when it was finished. I guess this is the painting he painted."

Lu Xiaoya tried to speak in a plain tone, but Song Qiaoli still heard an unusual joy in her voice.

Song Qiaoli said, "Did Su Xinghui paint it? Then open it quickly, I want to see it too."

Lu Zhenghong and Song Qiaoli usually gave their daughter a very relaxed environment and a very enlightened attitude, so Lu Xiaoya wouldn't hide anything from them.

Lu Xiaoya agreed and carefully tore open the seal, taking out the well-folded rice paper.

The two opened the painting together and spread it on the table. Suddenly, both of them were stunned. The Lu Xiaoya in this painting was simply too fascinating.

Although one could still recognize at a glance that it was Lu Xiaoya, the graceful figure, the rosy cheeks, the beautiful and exquisite facial features, and the charming and pleasant expression were simply a fairy descending to earth!

Lu Xiaoya said to Song Qiaoli, "Mom, am I that beautiful?"

Song Qiaoli steadied herself and said, "My daughter is, of course, that beautiful!"

Song Qiaoli looked at the lines of poetry on the side: "A person in the bamboo forest, jade hands catching a butterfly, charming and pleasant, motion and stillness are always in harmony! Hmm, he also wrote a poem for you. He is worthy of being a talented student in the Chinese department!"

Lu Xiaoya silently recited the last few lines: "For Little Sister Xiaoya to cherish, from your foolish brother Su Xinghui, painted in Meng Hu Ridge on the day of the Snake in the month of the Monkey in the year of the Monkey."

Looking and looking, Lu Xiaoya's face inexplicably turned red, but her eyes couldn't bear to leave the painting.

Song Qiaoli looked at the name seal again: "Xinghui, this should be the name seal he carved himself. Hmm, this seal carving also shows great skill. This young man, why does he have to go to Meng Hu Ling? He is a genius artist!"

Lu Xiaoya defended Su Xinghui: "He wants to do something for the common people."

Song Qiaoli smiled and said, "Look at you, you're already speaking up for others!"

Lu Xiaoya's face turned bright red. She gently punched her mother a few times and said, "Mom, you're just talking nonsense!"

After the mother and daughter laughed and played, Song Qiaoli said seriously, "Xiaoya, this painting by Su Xinghui is extraordinary. If we take it to our craft store to sell, it could sell for at least several thousand yuan."