In the afternoon, Lin Jingshu reported to the Propaganda Department as usual.

As soon as I arrived at the office, Du Chengsong came over for a meeting.

"We've submitted our proposals, and after a meeting we've selected the most suitable one. Since time is running out, we'll start construction soon."

Du Chengsong explained some small matters, and then everyone got up and went to the auditorium to prepare.

There was only half a month left before the performance, and comrades from the art troupe were rehearsing inside the auditorium, so the Propaganda Department had to set up tents outside.

Lin Jingshu had already prepared herself mentally. They would be drawing on the blackboard, not on paper, and would be exposed to the wind and sun.

She came here in advance with a straw hat. The ultraviolet rays on the island are strong, so she doesn't need sun protection, she just wants to avoid getting her skin peeled.

When going out, I kindly reminded several comrades to wear hats.

Li Fenfang was about to put on her hat, but when she heard her say that, she didn't move. She glanced at her and said, "We don't need it. We're not like someone who's so spoiled that they can't even withstand a little sun."

Lin Jingshu didn't tolerate her. She rolled her eyes, looked her up and down, and walked away with her chin raised.

Li Fenfang touched her face and found nothing different. Then she looked at herself and found that the clothes she was wearing today were fashionable blouses, and there was nothing wrong with them.

"What does that look mean?"

Mao Junming was busy packing up and didn't notice Lin Jingshu's little movements at all.

"What's that look? Did you see it wrong? Time is running out, let's go quickly."

Du Chengsong asked Li Fenfang to rest at home, but she ignored his advice and insisted on coming.

When he went out, Mao Junming put on his hat.

Li Fenfang threw it aside and said unhappily, "It's not sunny outside, no need to wear it."

"Hey, don't pull me."

Li Fenfang ignored his struggle and dragged him away.

As soon as she appeared under the sun, Li Fenfang stopped and stared at the heat waves in the air.

It seems to be really hot.

Or should we go back and get our hat?

Then I thought about what I said. If I went there wearing a hat, wouldn’t it be a slap in the face?

He gritted his teeth, stomped his feet, and walked forward with all his strength.

By the time they reached the auditorium door, both of them were completely exhausted.

The Propaganda Department does not need to take physical fitness tests. Apart from sitting in the office, the daily exercise is limited to commuting to and from get off work.

There was no shade on this stretch of road, it was pure rampage.

Mao Junming looked up at the sun, and felt even more dejected when he thought about the continued exposure to the scorching sun.

"Hurry up, you two. Everyone is here and waiting for you."

Du Chengsong roared, and the two men were instantly alert and took small steps to join the line.

After arranging everything, Du Chengsong went back and reminded them not to be lazy, as he would come to check in the afternoon.

Let the young people work hard. He is too old to join in the fun.

As soon as Du Chengsong left, Li Fenfang immediately rushed to the tent and sat down.

Fortunately I brought a kettle, otherwise my throat would have been burning.

Mao Junming was not having a good time either. Before he even sat down, Lin Jingshu came over and urged him to start working.

He licked his dry lips and said, "I'll drink some water first and go later."

This person's physical strength is not as good as hers.

The physical fitness is too poor.

Lin Jingshu shook her head and said, "Okay, then hurry up."

After drinking the water, Mao Junming felt alive again. He should have known not to listen to Li Fenfang. It was just a hat and it wouldn't make any difference if he wore it.

Why should you suffer for the sake of face?

"I'm sorry, Junming. It's all my fault."

Mao Junming waved his hand. "It's okay. I'll go to work first. You can rest here."

With the previous lesson, Mao Junming would not be so foolish as to work in the scorching sun and weave a grass wreath from the nearby woods and wear it on his head.

Just after coming out of the woods, I found that Lin Jingshu and others had moved the blackboard under the tree.

Well, I got fooled again.

Li Fenfang couldn't sit still in the room, so she followed him out and walked around the blackboard.

Seeing Lin Jingshu and Mao Junming standing so close to each other, she felt uncomfortable. If Lin Jingshu hadn't intervened, she and Junming would be painting here now.

It’s not like now, she has become an outsider.

Li Fenfang bit her lower lip and walked over to listen to what they were talking about.

"You need to be careful when painting this part. Avoid shadows and make it as realistic as possible, otherwise the focus will not be clear."

Mao Junming looked in the direction of her finger and nodded repeatedly, "Okay."

"Junming, are you thirsty? Come and drink some water."

Li Fenfang stood in between, separating the two of them, as if she was on guard against Lin Jingshu.

Lin Jingshu was speechless. If she wasn't worried about not being able to complete the work, she wouldn't want to work with Mao Junming.

Don't be angry, don't be angry. There's no need to be angry with such people.

Lin Jingshu did not discuss things with Mao Junming for the whole afternoon. From then on, she discussed things directly in front of Chief Du to prevent Li Fenfang from going crazy from time to time.

Each person has a board and does not disturb each other.

After Lei Mingjun finished the copywriting he was responsible for, he stretched his stiff wrist.

My wrist is hanging in the air without any support, which is unbearable for a long time.

She stretched her muscles and saw Lin Jingshu not far away, so she went over to chat with her.

When I got closer, I found that she had not finished painting yet and was standing aside quietly admiring it.

Lin Jingshu's attention was completely focused on the painting, and she didn't even notice her figure.

Lei Mingjun didn't speak until he finished the last stroke.

"Jingshu, you draw so well."

The characters on the blackboard seemed to be real, as if they were face to face with each other.

"You're done too."

Lin Jingshu looked at her board and saw that it was already filled with text.

Lei Mingjun nodded, "Write quickly, don't use your brain."

Fan Guoping has also finished the painting.

Mao Junming still had a small part, and Li Fenfang would chat with him from time to time, which wasted time.

After Du Chengsong came to check and found no problems, he asked them to put the things away.

The propaganda board is quite large and is made up of blackboards of different sizes.

They divided the tasks into days according to the amount of work, and the time was just right.

"Well done, you guys can take a rest now."

Lei Mingjun cheered happily. There was still half an hour before get off work ended, and they could use this time to go to the auditorium and watch the art troupe train.

Lin Jingshu liked the feeling of spoilers in advance and agreed with both hands.

Fan Guoping had other things to do and didn't join them in the fun.

Lei Mingjun has been in the art troupe for so long and knows a lot of people.

As soon as she entered the backstage, many people greeted her.

She took Lin Jingshu to watch everyone put on makeup and change clothes, and then returned to the stands to watch.

It was not until the end of the get off work day that the two left with a sense of reluctance.

"I really want the performance to come soon. I heard there will be an art troupe from outside coming."

Our own art troupe is good, but it's nice to see other art troupes.

"The performance won't be held until the Mid-Autumn Festival."

Du Chengsong did not mention it during the meeting, but it was estimated to be before the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Lei Mingjun thought for a moment and said, "It was like this in the past few years, so it shouldn't be the same this time."

Lin Jingshu looked at the sea in the distance, wondering when Gu Chengze would come back and whether he would be able to see her paintings then.