“Where did you get all this revision material from?” asked ng Ying inexplicably.
Judging from Huo Yao’s grades, did she have any use for this revision material?
Huo Yao glanced at her. “Don’t ask.”
ng Ying went quiet.
Before long, ng Ying’s mother ca over to invite them for dinner. The mont she learned that Huo Yao had sent the box of study material over, her impression of the girl soared even higher.
After all, it was rare to encounter a classmate willing to take the effort to help a friend pick out revision material in this day and age.
ng Ying almost lost her breath and passed out when she saw her mother’s reaction.
She was in such a spot.
Even though Huo Yao had hurt her, her parents sang praises about Huo Yao.
After dinner, Huo Yao left on the pretext that she was busy and had to go ho. On her way out, ng Ying’s father gave her a gift. Since she was unable to turn him down, she accepted it politely.
It was packed in a wooden box, and she did not open it while she was at the ng residence. After she got ho, she casually placed it on the table and went to the fridge to get a bottle of water before heading upstairs.
Huo Jinyan ca out of the room when it was past 10:00 pm and noticed a wooden box on the table. He paused and picked it up.
The wooden box had quaint carvings on it and resembled the boxes that Huo Jinyan used for storing Chinese calligraphy and brush painting. Sure enough, he found a brush painting lying inside when he opened it.
Huo Jinyan removed it from the box and opened it slowly. His eyes opened wide when he saw the contents of the painting. It was “Playing Zither under the Pine” by Zhao ngfu from the Yuan dynasty.
Since Huo Jinyan was a connoisseur in Chinese calligraphy and brush painting, he knew it was an original the mont he saw it. In an instant, he beca excited.
“What are you looking at,” Song Ning walked over and glanced at the painting before she looked at the wooden box on the table. “Did Yao give this to you?”
Her daughter had been holding this box when she ca ho earlier.
Huo Jinyan had yet to recover from his shock. He raised his head in surprise. “Does this belong to Yao?”
“Uh huh.” Song Ning nodded her head.
Huo Jinyan went into a daze. Why did his daughter keep bringing ho such extraordinary things?
Song Ning noticed sothing amiss with his expression. She could not help looking at the painting, which looked rather old. “Whose work is it?”
“It’s a Zhao ngfu original!” Huo Jinyan deeply inhaled before he rolled the painting back up and replaced it in the box carefully.
Song Ning pursed her lips thoughtfully. Anything that her husband treated with such care and attention ought to be a real treasure.
**
The next day.
Huo Yao saw her father sitting in the living room when she went downstairs. He did not look good. He had dark circles beneath his eyes and looked like he had not slept well last night.
She walked up to him. “Didn’t sleep well last night, Dad?”
“It’s worse than that. He didn’t sleep a wink all night.” Song Ning brought a glass of milk over and gave it to Huo Yao.
Huo Yao’s lips twitched. “What happened?”
She noticed that her father was holding sothing. It was the gift ng Ying’s father insisted on giving her last night.
“Where did you get this from?” Huo Jinyan placed the wooden box cautiously on the coffee table.
“Oh. My classmate’s father gave it to . What’s inside? I haven’t looked at it yet,” said Huo Yao calmly.
Huo Jinyan’s lips twitched in disbelief. Again? It was a gift from soone again...
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