Chapter 185

Su Xinghui's writing is good, and these things were handled by Su Xinghui himself, so he knows them best. It is naturally most appropriate for him to write this work report.

In the past few days, Su Xinghui has done nothing else but write reports. An annual work report was also written by him to be magnificent and wonderful.

When it was almost time to get off work this morning, Su Xinghui was writing a report when he suddenly heard someone calling him: "Brother Xinghui!"

He looked up and saw that it was Xia Zhu standing at the door, looking at him with a smile on her face.

He stood up quickly and said, "Xia Zhu is here, come in and sit down quickly."

At this time, he was the only one in the Party and Government Office. At the end of the year, everyone went to the village to have things to do. The most important work at the end of the year was to urge the collection of retention and coordination fees. They all had to help. This work is not a good thing and is easy to offend people. Su Xinghui can also be considered to have avoided the collection work by taking the opportunity to write a report.

Xia Zhu entered the office, a little timidly. Su Xinghui pulled a chair for her to sit down, poured her a glass of boiled water, handed it to her, and said, "Why do you have time to come to the street?"

Since Su Xinghui came to Meng Hu Ling, he had never seen Xia Zhu come to the street. However, her father could not get out of bed before, and her two younger siblings were young, so the family really couldn't leave anyone. Moreover, her family was poor at that time, so what could she do when she came to the street?

Xia Zhu said, "Didn't Li Jingli come to collect bamboo weaving a few days ago, and the village gave me a few hundred yuan again? At the end of the year, I was thinking of buying some winter clothes for my parents and younger siblings."

Su Xinghui nodded secretly after hearing this. This is really a filial girl.

He looked at the time and said to Xia Zhu, "You sit for a while, it will be off work in more than ten minutes, I will take you to eat."

Xia Zhu nodded obediently and agreed. She took out a folded piece of paper from a shoulder bag she was carrying and handed it to Su Xinghui: "Brother Xinghui, this is the painting I drew, help me see it."

Su Xinghui took the piece of paper, opened it, spread it flat on his desk, and looked at it carefully.

This is the painting of the hometown scenery that Xia Zhu drew. She has been drawing this painting for a month or two. She learned from Su Xinghui while drawing. If she was not satisfied with the drawing, she would redraw it. After several drafts, it was finally completed.

From a professional point of view, some techniques of this painting are not yet proficient, and the brushwork is also a bit simple, after all, Xia Zhu has been learning to paint from Su Xinghui for less than half a year.

However, Su Xinghui saw Xia Zhu's spirituality from this painting, saw her simple brushwork, and saw the powerful vitality contained in this painting.

This painting depicts the autumn scenery of Yezhugou Village. This autumn is a harvest season, and for Yezhugou Village, it is a season when hope begins. The whole Yezhugou Village has a kind of vitality, which is expressed on the drawing paper through Xia Zhu's pen.

Compared with the works of famous masters, this painting is of course immature in technique, but that kind of spirituality and vitality is the most moving.

Su Xinghui stared at the painting for a long time, and Xia Zhu said with some worry: "Brother Xinghui, did I draw it badly?"

Su Xinghui shook his head and said, "No, you drew it very well, very moving. You are really a genius in art. You are too spiritual and love life too much. This bamboo forest is drawn by you to be full of vitality, the people in it are also drawn alive by you, and even this curling cooking smoke is simply too full of vitality, making me a little fascinated!"

Xia Zhu blushed with Su Xinghui's praise. She said with some embarrassment: "Brother Xinghui, did you say my painting too well? Why do I feel that I can't compare with what you drew?"

Su Xinghui said, "You are not yet proficient and sophisticated in painting techniques, and you still need to strengthen in this regard in the future. However, I hope that while improving your techniques, you will not lose your unique spirituality and vitality. If you lose these, you are at most a painter, and only if you possess these can you become an artist!"

Xia Zhu nodded half-understood and said, "I remember, Brother Xinghui. I don't know what vitality is, I just know that life at home is better now, I am happy in my heart, and I feel that life is delicious."

Su Xinghui nodded and said, "The happiness you said in your heart is a kind of vitality, which shows that you love life. You draw because of this, not because of drawing, which is the difference. You see many famous painters, their social works cannot reach their usual level, which is the reason."

Xia Zhu said, "Well, I understand. By the way, Brother Xinghui, can you help me give this painting a name? I want to weave this painting out and hand it to Li Jingli next time, let him take it to participate in the Canton Fair."

Give the painting a name? Su Xinghui is of course willing to help. Although Xia Zhu is also practicing calligraphy now, her calligraphy level is still very average and needs a relatively long period of hard practice.

Su Xinghui thought for a while, took the painting, took Xia Zhu back to his dormitory, took out the pen and ink he usually used to write, and wrote the four characters "Bamboo Township Autumn Rhyme" on the blank space of the painting.

"Bamboo Township Autumn Rhyme?" Xia Zhu looked at these four characters and said, "Well, good name! Brother Xinghui, your handwriting is really good, when can I write such a good handwriting."

Su Xinghui smiled and said, "As long as you are willing to practice, there will be such a day. By the way, you don't have your own seal yet. When I help you carve one, if you want to learn seal carving, I can also teach you. You can carve a few seals yourself in the future."

Xia Zhu said happily, "I want to learn, I want to learn whatever you teach me."

Su Xinghui said, "Alright, then I will teach you when I have time next time."

After the ink on the painting dried, Xia Zhu folded the painting and put it back in her shoulder bag. Su Xinghui took her to Zhang Pangzi's restaurant to eat.

Zhang Pangzi and his wife were especially enthusiastic when they saw Su Xinghui coming to eat. This is not only because Su Xinghui is in charge of logistics and reception in the Party and Government Office, which can be called their god of wealth, but also because Su Xinghui has no airs, is very polite to them every time he comes, and has never used his power to sign bills privately or ask for free bills here.

Such people should be respected everywhere.

Zhang Pangzi's wife let the two enter the private room. Su Xinghui began to order dishes. Xia Zhu said, "Brother Xinghui, I will treat you to dinner today!"

Su Xinghui said, "You don't need to treat, let me treat you."

Xia Zhu was anxious: "No, no, I must treat today, I have money."

Su Xinghui said, "Let me do it, you still have many places to use money at home, and you are not like me, with a salary, you won't be hungry anyway, so keep your money."

Xia Zhu's face turned red: "Brother Xinghui, I am specifically here to treat you to dinner today. You have helped my family so much. If it weren't for you, I don't know what my family would be like now. If you don't let me treat today, I will, I will..."

Xia Zhu said several "I will", but couldn't say what she could use to "threaten" Su Xinghui so that Su Xinghui could accept the meal she treated.

Seeing that Xia Zhu was almost crying with anxiety, a feeling of pity arose in Su Xinghui's heart. He said softly, "Xia Zhu, don't be anxious, can't I let you treat?"

This scene made Zhang Pangzi's wife, who was standing on the side, cover her mouth and laugh, but seeing Xia Zhu pick up the menu and prepare to order, she quickly stopped smiling.

Xia Zhu picked up the menu and said to Zhang Pangzi's wife, "Landlady, order whatever is the most delicious, order a few more dishes, and bring a bottle of good wine."

Zhang Pangzi's wife agreed and was about to go down. Su Xinghui quickly stopped her and said, "Don't serve too many dishes, just get two dishes for rice, and don't serve wine, I still have to write a report in the afternoon, I can't write a good report if I drink too much."

Xia Zhu was anxious again: "Brother Xinghui, how can this be? Wine can not be drunk, but two more dishes should be served. It is not easy for me to treat you to a meal, so I have to eat well."