"The lifelike quality of the painting, the delicate brushstrokes, are completely beyond what my son could achieve at his age," he wondered.
"Xiaoyu, how come you draw so well?"
Su Yu frowned slightly and asked, puzzled, "Is it okay? My aunt said my drawing is terrible."
Aunt?
Su Luo immediately realized that it was Song Qiluo who taught him, and said with a smile.
“Your aunt is judging you by her own standards. You draw very well, really.”
Su Yu blinked excitedly.
"Really?"
Su Luo affirmed, "Really!"
"Yay!"
Su Luo stayed with her son for a while longer, until it was almost time for class before leaving the classroom.
After leaving the school.
Before getting into the car, Su Luo stopped and looked up at the azure sky. The sunlight was still very strong and almost blinding.
Su Luo squinted slightly and took a deep breath of the fresh air.
I am in an extremely happy mood.
At that moment, he felt that life was so meaningful and wonderful.
I'm full of motivation.
Before he went to school, he was under pressure, worried that his son would become distant from him because of his long absence from his life.
She was even more afraid that he would not accept her and would reject her.
But the reality is that his son likes him very much and doesn't blame him at all.
So touching, so touching.
While moved, he also wanted to thank Song Lingshan for raising his son so well all by herself.
Upon closer reflection, Song Lingshan must have never spoken ill of herself to her son, except for that outrageous lie that she was already dead.
A warm feeling welled up in my heart.
He seemed to see a bright and happy life beckoning him in the not-too-distant future.
As long as he works hard, he will definitely succeed, right?
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