Chapter 461: Soft as a ball of cotton

When the military vehicle stopped in front of the Propaganda Department, Minister Qiao Yanqiao was standing on the steps looking around, obviously waiting for Lin Anan.

When he saw that it was Chu Mingzhou who drove Lin Anan here, he smiled brightly, "Captain Chu, are you... personally acting as the driver?"

Chu Mingzhou nodded slightly at him, but had no intention of going in. "You guys talk, I'll go back to the group to get some things and wait for you in the car later."

"good."

Lin Anan followed Minister Qiao into the room, took out the documents, and also planned to make a quick decision, "Minister Qiao, take a look at this. We can raise any ideas we have. Although I am a specially appointed literary consultant of the Department of Culture, I am also a representative of the military. I am sure that everything will be based on the military first."

"Okay, okay."

There was another person sitting in Minister Qiao's office.

The man was about 24 or 25 years old, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and looked polite. He was none other than Zhou Mingli, the head of the Planning Section and a talented person in the Propaganda Department.

"This is Section Chief Zhou."

Lin Anan greeted everyone and sat down on the sofa opposite.

"Section Chief Zhou will be responsible for the subsequent approval negotiations. After all, this is socialized military propaganda, and we must ensure the purity of revolutionary literature and art."

"It's my duty. Thank you for your hard work."

After Minister Qiao finished reading the document and discussed it with Section Chief Zhou for a while, Lin Anan finally spoke out her thoughts, "The Provincial Department of Culture's military-themed exhibition is of great benefit to our military. Since our military has chosen to participate, we should show some attitude.

I believe this will be more effective than our own patriotic education by recreating the scene. And we soldiers are the protagonists, who can understand soldiers better than us soldiers...”

Outside the office window, the setting sun dyed the sky orange, and dark blue clouds gradually moved upwards.

Lin Anan spread out the cooperation plans of the Provincial Department of Culture and explained them one by one.

Section Chief Zhou was writing rapidly in his notebook with a fountain pen. He would occasionally look up from behind his gold-rimmed glasses and look at her seriously.

"Translator Lin is right!" Minister Qiao tapped the words "military support theme exhibition" with his fingertips. "The Provincial Department of Culture wants to do a special topic on military-civilian integration. Our military region and art troupe should strongly support it.

However, this performance is based on the book "Spine", and the disabled veterans in it are considered foreign-related. "

Section Chief Zhou pushed up his glasses and said in a gentle voice, "Minister Qiao, don't worry. I have asked the Archives Department to sort out their resumes as soon as possible. I will submit detailed information for everyone else except those involved in military activities."

"Well, the soldiers of our Northwest Military Region are strong and unyielding. We must not resort to the practice of 'selling misery to the people'. We must especially emphasize the 'close relationship between the military and the people'..."

After the conversation ended, Lin Anan stood up and said goodbye.

"I have to go now. If you have any further suggestions for revisions, please let me know at any time."

"Okay, thank you for the hard work."

"You're welcome."

Lin Anan walked out of the Propaganda Department quickly, wanting to go home and rest.

After what Ning Jian did today, she was already in a bad mood, and now she was really forcing herself to work overtime.

Chu Mingzhou’s military vehicle was parked right where it was just now.

"I'm done here."

"How did the talk go?"

"The Propaganda Department is naturally very supportive, and the preliminary plan has been finalized. I will call the Provincial Department of Culture tomorrow morning." Lin Anan sat in the car and twisted his neck tiredly.

Chu Mingzhou hummed lightly and drove home.

What Lin Anan didn't know was that while she was still annoyed with Ning Jian, Chu Mingzhou had already turned around to deal with Zhang Biao.

Gang of Four, fugitives, stabbing, reactionary, etc...

All of the above, plus the intentional injury to soldiers, is enough to kill Zhang Biao ten times.

We need an explanation as soon as possible!

If Lin Anan knew, she would ask him for his explanation.

What else could it be?

This is definitely a statement that will cost lives.

evening.

Lin Anan went to bed after taking the medicinal bath.

Zhuangzhuang hasn't gone to bed yet, and Lin's mother is teaching him how to roll over.

The one or two month old baby is so cute in every action. His little hands and feet are so adorable. His saliva is dripping down his chin, and a small wet mark can be seen on his bib.

Mother Lin gently wiped his little face with a gauze handkerchief, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes turned into crescents as she smiled: "Look at our Zhuangzhuang, he's rolling over like a little frog, he's really capable!"

"Mom, you're really good at description." Lin Anan sat down next to her mother and reached out to pinch Zhuangzhuang's chubby little feet.

The little guy immediately curled up his toes as if he had been electrocuted. His big black eyes turned around and blinked when his gaze fell on her face.

"Oh, our Zhuangzhuang has recognized his mother!" Lin's mother laughed even more happily, picked up the child and put him in Lin Anan's arms, "Let mommy hold him quickly. You go to work in the afternoon. When he wakes up, he will look around with his eyes open, as if he is looking for someone."

Lin Anan carefully took the child and placed her palm on his soft back.

Zhuangzhuang calmed down as soon as he was in her arms. He rubbed his little head against her shoulder, his nose touching the skin of her neck, and made a satisfied "hmm" sound.

The fatigue from holding on in the Propaganda Department and the annoyance from being disturbed by Ning Jian gradually melted away in this small ball of warmth.

"Are you hungry?" She looked down at her son's delicate little face and gently stroked his plump forehead with her fingertips.

Zhuangzhuang blinked, suddenly opened his little mouth, and gave her finger a kiss, his saliva covering her fingertips.

"Look at this greedy little cat!" Mother Lin was amused as she watched from the side and handed over a warm bottle of milk. "It's time for him to go to sleep after a few sips of milk powder."

Lin Anan took the bottle and gently put the nipple into Zhuangzhuang's mouth.

The little guy immediately took it in his mouth, and started sucking with his little cheeks bulging, while his two chubby little hands never stopped moving.

Under the light, his dense eyelashes were like two small fans, casting a faint shadow under his eyelids. On the bridge of his nose, there was still a thin layer of hair from when he was just born, which glowed with fine gold in the warm light.

"Is there something that is bothering you?" Lin's mother asked in a low voice.

No one knows a daughter better than her mother. In fact, she had already seen it at noon.

Lin Anan paused while feeding the baby. She looked up and saw her mother's worried look. She shook her head and smiled. "It's okay. I just encountered some trouble at work. I can handle it."

She didn't want to make her mother worry, so she lowered her head and teased Zhuangzhuang, "Look at him, he drinks milk so hard, he will definitely be a strong man when he grows up."

Zhuangzhuang seemed to understand and suddenly let go of the pacifier. He cried out "Ahgu" and milk flowed down the corners of his mouth.

Lin Anan quickly wiped it clean with a handkerchief.

"You, you only know how to bully your mother." Lin Anan scratched his little nose, but her heart was as soft as a ball of cotton.

Suddenly there is such a soft concern in my life, which makes me feel a little confused but full of happiness.

Mother Lin asked Lin Anan to go to sleep, and the child slept between them. "If your father saw that Zhuangzhuang is so strong, he would be very happy."

"Um."

Lin Anan tilted her head to look at Zhuangzhuang. The little guy had already let go of her fingers and was drowsy. His little brows occasionally frowned, as if he was having a sweet dream.

Patting his back gently, she hummed the lullaby from her memory, her voice as light as a feather: "The moon is bright, the wind is calm, the leaves cover the window lattice..."

Zhuangzhuang's breathing gradually became even, his little mouth still maintained a sucking posture, and his chubby hands rested softly on the swaddling clothes.

Mother Lin stood up quietly and turned off the light. "You are tired too. Go to bed early."

"Mom, you go to sleep too."

Lin Anan was reluctant to let go of the little body in her arms, so she hugged him gently, feeling that the warm and soft weight was the best healing method.

Outside the window, the night deepened and the orderly footsteps of patrol soldiers in the military compound could be heard in the distance.

Zhuangzhuang smacked his lips in his sleep and arched his little body into her arms.

Lin Anan lowered her head and gave him a gentle kiss on the forehead, as if she was kissing the most precious treasure in the world.

All the fatigue and worries quietly melted into the tenderness around the fingers in this warm night when parents and children depend on each other.