Beautiful beauties in the 80s courtyard

Chapter 438 The traitor will never die
Lu Qiaoge had originally planned to talk to Shao Le about this matter when she had some free time. Now, she got out of the car and whispered to Shao Le, "I wanted to tell you something."

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

"I've heard that a lot of people in the countryside are gambling these days. I don't know if your father is involved, but you should still keep an eye on him. He's not starving or freezing, and he feels that you take care of his children, so he doesn't feel any pressure. He might not be able to resist gambling too..."

Shao Le was taken aback upon hearing this.

Lu Qiaoge added, "It's best if your father didn't do that. If he did, don't worry. Based on your experience at the police station, just follow the rules. Your situation is special, and I think it won't implicate you."

Lu Qiaoge didn't say anything more. She believed Shao Le would understand.

Shao Le knew that Lu Qiaoge was capable and had a wide network of connections. When she went out on business with Lu Qiaoge, no matter where they went, Lu Qiaoge had acquaintances with whom she had good relationships. Therefore, although Lu Qiaoge's reminder was not very explicit, she definitely knew something.

Shao Le thanked Lu Qiaoge, waved to Deputy Director Huang and the others, and walked down the path below the road with his canvas bag.

Lu Qiaoge, who had just returned to the subdistrict office, saw Lin Xiaomin coming out of the office. She also noticed the strange expression on Lin Xiaomin's face that she was trying hard to suppress.

What's going on here?
Xiao Cangcang told her that Cheng Wen had been listening to the note these past few days and hadn't dared to go home to stay. Not only that, he was also secretly talking to thin air, as if he thought the person who wrote the note must be his deceased father.

Lin Xiaomin must have been wronged by Cheng's mother or Qu Caifeng must have said something to her.
Qu Caifeng.

Why can't they give up their thieving intentions?

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

Lin Xiaomin and Lao Hu have already met. Lao Hu doesn't care what to draw; he'll let Lin Xiaomin decide.

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

Everything at work went smoothly. She made the decisions about what to draw, and Lao Hu understood that an outsider shouldn't direct an expert.

She didn't see Lu Qiaoge, and she didn't put down the painting and the comic book, mainly because she didn't know how to tell others.

Unexpectedly, Lu Qiaoge returned before I even left.

She was just thinking about those upsetting things.

I feel that living is really too difficult.

She has never harmed anyone or wronged anyone, so why did such a woman come along to annoy her?

If she and Cheng Wen have no feelings for each other, then they should just get a divorce.

But they have a very deep bond, and neither of them can bear to leave the other.

But now that Qu Caifeng has appeared, even if she doesn't take her seriously, she can't help but be affected by her.

Lin Xiaomin quietly exhaled a breath of stale air, still smiling, and said to Lu Qiaoge, "I just finished talking with Director Hu. I'll go back and design the drafts, and start drawing this afternoon. It should be finished in two days..."

As for what to paint, Lu Qiaoge felt that people who had lived through this era and reached this point knew much more about it than she did.

Therefore, she wouldn't interfere in this matter and wouldn't say a single extra word.

Lu Qiaoge said, "Comrade Lin, you must be tired after coming back from the grassroots level. Why don't you rest for a bit and come back tomorrow? There's no rush. You can finish it within a week." After thinking for a moment, Lin Xiaomin shook her head. She didn't want to stay at home right now. If it weren't for some things she needed, she wouldn't even want to go back. "It's okay, I'll start this afternoon."

Then, somewhat embarrassed, she said, "Thank you for what happened that night. If I hadn't run into you, I might have caught a cold."

As for anything else, Lin Xiaomin didn't mention a word. Lu Qiaoge didn't feel comfortable asking either.

Lin Xiaomin handed the painting and comic book to Lu Qiaoge and said, "I drew and bound this comic book myself. The story is also based on my experiences and observations while working at the grassroots level. I would like to give it to you. I also painted this picture a while ago. If you don't mind, please accept it."

The two of them were standing in front of Lu Qiaoge's desk.

Lin Xiaomin unfolded the painting, and Lu Qiaoge's eyes lit up immediately.

She discovered that Lin Xiaomin was indeed talented in painting.

Lin Xiaomin's paintings immediately give people a vivid and lively feeling. The scenery in the paintings is full of vitality, and it seems that there is a faint emotion flowing in them.

This may also be related to a person's state of mind.

Lu Qiaoge did not refuse; it would be hurtful to refuse again.

She smiled and said to Lin Xiaomin, "This painting is so beautiful, I love it so much. I'm going to frame it properly. If you become a great painter in the future, the value of my painting will increase."

Lin Xiaomin blushed slightly and quickly said, "I just like painting. I'm not some great painter. I've never thought of myself that way. I can't say that to others, or they'll laugh at me."

Nowadays, people advocate that humility leads to progress, while pride leads to downfall.

Lin Xiaomin's reaction was normal. Lu Qiaoge laughed and said, "I don't talk to people like that." Then she picked up the comic book.

The comic strip was produced according to the current standards for children's picture books.

Because it was probably drawn for fun, colored pencils were used, but the composition is clever and the colors are bright. It's similar to the New Year pictures sold nowadays.

This is the cover. Lu Qiaoge asked Lin Xiaomin to sit down. Although she didn't intend to look at it carefully, since they were in the office, she still flipped through the pages one by one. Halfway through, she looked at Lin Xiaomin and said in surprise, "Sister Xiaomin, this story is really, really good! Did you write it yourself?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Xiaomin's eyes immediately lit up. She felt extremely proud that her paintings could be appreciated, especially by someone as talented as Lu Qiaoge. She nodded vigorously, "Yes, yes, they are my own creations."

"Wow, your story is so good! It has a novel theme, is positive and uplifting, and promotes an inspiring spirit."

After being praised like that by Lu Qiaoge, the gloom in Lin Xiaomin's eyes disappeared. Now her face was full of smiles.

Lu Qiaoge wasn't exaggerating. It wasn't that she hadn't read comic books; on the contrary, she had read many. After all, they were fun. She had experienced all the unique features of this era that she could come into contact with.

Leaving aside the money coupons, food coupons, and other ration coupons we used regularly, we also tried everything from comic books, picture books, cloth bags, tin frogs, bellows, marionettes, string puppets, making paper flowers, stacking gourds, and so on whenever we had the chance.

Oh, and she also played jump rope with a few little girls.

Therefore, she knew that the comic book hand-painted by Lin Xiaomin was of the highest quality.

In particular, it aligns well with the current situation and what the higher authorities advocate and insist on promoting...

(End of this chapter)