"Is the Qingju Hydropower Station still under construction?" Li Yuxin asked.

"It's still being repaired. It is said that it will be completed next year. Hu Wei roughly recounted what he knew.

"Damn, there is still fundraising." It was the first time Li Yuxin had heard that the construction of a hydropower station had also raised funds.

"What's so strange about this, you haven't donated money to North Lake Park? You haven't donated money to the railway in Nanchong? I was young at the time, and I was still in elementary school, but I still didn't run away from the donation. Hu Wei's words evoked Li Yuxin's memories.

"Didn't this park also issue a few tickets, so it should be recharged." Li Yuxin thought that there were two big red, offset bookmark tickets in the book.

"What about the railroad? Have you ever sat for free? Hu Wei spewed the smoke straight and counterattacked Li Yu's new ticket.

"I didn't sit down, but it was a lot more convenient." Li Yuxin's answer made Hu Wei speechless for a while.

Hu Wei looked at him, he didn't expect Li Yuxin's thoughts to be the same as his own.

"Didn't the hydropower station don't make a donation?" Li Yuxin said with a smile.

"Not really, but in a different word." Hu Wei didn't reveal the word right away.

"What word?" Li Yuxin asked.

"Fundraising." Hu Wei's eyes lit up.

"What about you?" Li Yuxin asked.

"I want to, but no one else wants me. We are neither party and government officials, nor are we from enterprises, and this hydropower station has nothing to do with us, and there is no way to donate if you want to. Hu Wei's expression was both annoyed and aggrieved.

"Hu Wei, why are you still wronged?" Li Yuxin looked at him unhappily and asked bluntly.

"You said that we have donated so many times, and it is not necessarily missing this time, right?" Hu Wei squeezed out the cigarette in the ashtray.

"What if you don't go back?" Li Yuxin persuaded.

"If you don't return it, you won't return it, you should donate it." Hu Wei said briskly.

"If you can think like this, it seems that your consciousness and ideological level have reached the requirements of the old man." Li Yuxin said approvingly.

"Old man, that's an old party member. I can't compare. When Hu Wei heard Li Yuxin say this, he felt extremely relieved in his heart.

Li Yuxin originally wanted to talk about the hydropower station, but Xu Qian and Ziyun had already finished visiting and returned to their coffee table.

"What do you think?" Li Yuxin pressed the topic just now and asked Xu Qianyao from afar.

"Sounds good. Brother Li, who are the Osan people here? Why haven't I heard of this person? As soon as Xu Qian's words came out, Ziyun and Hu Wei suddenly laughed, the corners of Li Yuxin's mouth only curled slightly, and several pairs of eyes gathered together.

"What are you laughing at, don't be ashamed to ask what's ridiculous." Xu Qian stood in place stunned, looking at them puzzled.

"Sister Xu Qian, this person, it's not far away, it's not close, when it comes to the origin, it's more or less with you." Ziyun said with a smile.

"Take a side with me? Could it be that he is also from Guangdong? Xu Qian searched wildly in her mind, but she still had no impression, and muttered, "I don't have an impression, I don't know him well." ”

Ziyun took a small sip, hiding the joy in her heart, and glanced at Xu Qian. Xu Qian looked in the direction she hinted at, how could it be Li Yuxin? Xu Qian couldn't believe that this was true, she stared at Li Yuxin blankly, as if waiting for his answer.

Li Yuxin nodded with a smile, and gave her a confident guess without words.

"Is it really you?" Xu Qian said to Li Yuxin in disbelief.

"It's him, he's Leosan." Hu Wei couldn't bear it, how could she ask a girl to guess and guess, you really think she is a fairy who can tell fortunes.

"To be precise, I'm just painting, and the poetry part is someone else." Li Yuxin saw Hu Wei say this, and simply opened the mystery with an ancient brain.

"I've seen that person too, right?" Xu Qianmeiyu was shocked and made a bolder guess.

"Don't say it, you've seen it." Li Yuxin shimmered.

Xu Qian pondered for a while, recalling the people she had seen in the past few days, the only one who could match it was Ou Dehai, that day, Ou Dehai said that he helped him win the award, this person was none other than Ou Dehai! So, Xu Qian replied: "It's Lao Ou, right?" ”

"Clever." Li Yuxin got up and pulled Xu Qian to the stool next to him, and Hu Wei poured her a cup of tea in time.

"How did you come up with that name?" Xu Qian was still a little confused.

"This is going to ask Lao Ou, it may be that my surname is Li, his surname is Ou, and the two surnames add up to form this title." Li Yuxin didn't understand why Lao Ou chose this name at the beginning, but according to his understanding, it was nine times out of ten.

"Leo, Leo, it's a little interesting." Xu Qian came to this conclusion after repeated pronunciation.

"How about it, let's talk about the aftermath." Li Yuxin said with a slight expression. Xu Qian looked at him, somewhat showing off.

"You just want people to boast." Xu Qian said a word.

Li Yuxin glanced at her, his mouth was deflated, and he snorted.

"Sister Xu Qian, my brother Li is angry, how many words can you praise him." Ziyun said with a smile on the side.

Hu Wei didn't say anything, and sat aside to see how Xu Qian dealt with it.

"Brother Li, as the saying goes, seeing is believing, hearing is false, since you are here today, you can reluctantly perform for us, okay?" Xu Qian's little brain turned, and she wanted to see how he practiced writing.

"Brother Li, being idle is also idle, so let's take it as a New Year's gift." Hu Wei also wants him to add ink treasures.

Seeing this, Ziyun hurriedly said, "I'll go prepare paper and ink." ”

Li Yuxin saw Ziyun running away, and thought to himself, it seems that it will not work if he doesn't dance and ink today. So he moved his neck and said, "Then have fun, I haven't written for a long time." ”

"Let's go." Xu Qian made a gesture of please.

"Please." Hu Wei asked for a word with one hand.

On the large board desk in the hall, Ziyun had already prepared all the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, just waiting for Li Yuxin to have a drink for everyone.

What to draw? Li Yuxin looked at the Danmo on the table, and then thought of the current epidemic, he thought of the red candle that shed tears, and also thought of the red plum that stood proudly in the frost and snow. So, Li Yuxin brewed it in his mind, followed the train of thought, and swiped his pen.

On the picture, the background formed by the candles sets off the beauty of the plum blossoms, and the dedication of life and the blooming of life interpret the true meaning of reincarnation. Li Yuxin's painting is very Buddha-like, every plum blossom is pregnant with a life, and a few simple points of ink embellishment make a charming smile.

It's that simple, it's so smooth, life needs to be simple, it's simple to build hope. Li Yuxin used his own wisdom to paint a picture of hope.

"I didn't see it with my own eyes, and I thought everything was hearsay. It seems that the painting in the bearded man's office is really your work. Xu Qian gave him a big praise from the bottom of her heart.

Hu Wei and Ziyun spent more time admiring Li Yuxin's paintings, and they looked at the familiar painting style, the hearty lines, and the black and red colors.

"Brother Li, it's another wordless painting." Hu Wei reminded him.

"Let him make up for it when Old Ou is empty." Li Yuxin respectfully placed the pen on the edge of the inkstone.

Suddenly, a wild laugh rang out: "Who is saying bad things about me again?" ”

"Old Ou?" An inexplicable surprise appeared on Li Yuxin's face.

"It's really you, Uncle Ou." Hu Wei turned his head and saw Lao Ou walking towards him.

"Uncle Ou, did you bring something delicious?" Ziyun ran in front of him with a familiar understanding.

"Li Yuxin, you run faster than a monkey, causing my old man to chase so hard." Lao Ou relied on the old man and sold the old, and he also walked up to take a look at his paintings. After a little contemplation, I wrote a few regular official letters: the wax torch turned into gray plum and proud bones, and the frost and snow were cold in winter and spring.