Li Xia used gentle words to untie the knot in Gu Weicheng's heart that had been bothering him for many years.

When An An woke up, Li Xia and Gu Weicheng had already finished washing up and were sitting at the dining table eating breakfast.

Seeing that An An woke up, Li Xia asked An An to wash up first and then come for dinner.

An An breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that her mother was no different from usual.

He was so worried when his mother came back like that last night!

"Mom, are you feeling better?" An An asked.

Seeing the worry in An An's eyes, Li Xia apologized to An An guiltily: "An An, Mom is fine now. I guess I scared you last night. Mom promises that she will never get drunk again."

"I'm glad that mom is okay." An An giggled and sat next to her mother to eat breakfast.

In fact, he was not scared by his mother at all. On the contrary, he really liked his mother hugging him and kissing him yesterday.

There is one more thing he didn't say. The rice noodles cooked by my father are so unpalatable...

After breakfast, Li Xia and Gu Weicheng had to go to work, especially Li Xia. Today was her first day to report to the Propaganda Department, and it was always bad to be late.

When they went to work, An An asked Sister Tao to look after her more. Fortunately, school would start in less than half a month, and when An An went to school, Sister Tao would no longer need to help.

Before going to work every day, Li Xia would assign some homework to An An.

Sometimes he writes, sometimes he reads, and he manages to complete his tasks well every day.

When Mrs. Tao saw this, she was jealous and asked how the child could be so smart and well-behaved. She also said that during the time An An was at his house, Ma Aiguo and Ma Aidang studied harder than before.

The funniest thing is Ma Aidang. He is already seven years old and in the first grade, but he doesn’t know how to do some questions and he still asks An An how to do them.

The key is that An An can really answer it!

Li Xia had never been to the propaganda department of the army. On her first day at work, Gu Weicheng took her there.

"I'll pick you up in the evening." Gu Weicheng waved to Li Xia.

Li Xia nodded and turned to go in.

The Propaganda Department is quite large. When you enter, you can see a large conference hall with many enlarged photos hanging inside, both black and white and color. However, there are relatively few color photos, most of them are black and white, and there are also many books, newspapers and the like.

Go further ahead and you will find the office area.

There are only two people inside for the time being, a gay man and a lesbian.

The man was wearing a white shirt and black trousers.

Li Xia looked down at her outfit and realized that she was wearing the same clothes as others. She should have worn a skirt, but she felt that this outfit was more formal, so she wore it this way.

The lesbian was wearing a three-quarter-sleeved skirt and her belly was slightly bulging, and it seemed that she was pregnant.

Both of them were working with their heads down and didn't seem to notice her.

Li Xia was thinking about whether to take the initiative to greet them and introduce herself, when a middle-aged man's voice came from behind her: "You are Li Xia, right? Come to my office and complete the entry procedures."

Li Xia turned around and saw a man in military uniform and black-framed glasses.

"Hello, I'm Li Xia." Li Xia followed him into the minister's office.

"My last name is Wei, and I'm the director of our Propaganda Department. You can just call me Minister Wei." Minister Wei's voice sounded a little serious, but he looked quite elegant.

"These are the files you need to fill out when you join the company. Leave them with me after you fill them out, and then I'll take you to meet your colleagues."

I don't know if it's because he's a civilian and has to deal with articles all year round, but he looks more amiable than a military general.

"Okay, Minister Wei." Li Xia nodded.

She picked up the pen and started writing quickly.

When Li Xia was writing, Minister Wei stared at her words.

Li Xia's handwriting is elegant and pretty good.

Minister Wei nodded secretly. People in their Propaganda Department often need to write manuscripts. If the handwriting is ugly, it will give people a bad first impression.

Li Xia finished filling out the form and put down her pen.

Minister Wei stood up first and said, "Have you finished writing? I'll take you over to meet the people. I think they'll all be here by now."

Li Xia said: "Okay."

When they returned to the office area, there were a few more people. Minister Wei introduced them to Li Xia one by one.

The comrade who wore the same clothes as Li Xia was called Song Langqing, the pregnant comrade was called Zeng Xue, the other thin comrade was called Fang Yumin, the fat one was called Qiu Wang, and the comrade was called Yu Xiangxiang.

"There are still a few comrades who are on business trips and haven't returned yet. This is a new comrade in our Propaganda Department, her name is Li Xia. Xiao Song, you will be in charge of Li Xia." Minister Wei said.

Li Xia nodded to everyone and said with a smile: "Hello everyone, my name is Li Xia."

Everyone nodded at her, except for the man named Song Langqing, who glanced at her and then lowered his head to continue tidying up.

Li Xia was not sure whether Song Langqing was naturally aloof or had some dislike for her.

But no matter what the reason was, she came to work, and she just had to do her job well. If someone deliberately picked on her, she would not be a pushover.

There are three empty desks here, and the other two desks are piled with things. Only the desk next to Song Langqing is empty. This should be Li Xia's desk.

"What do I need to do now?" Song Langqing didn't say anything, so Li Xia took the initiative to ask.

Song Langqing handed her a manuscript without even looking up and said to her, "Type out this manuscript. The typewriter is over there."

After saying this, he continued to do his own thing.

Li Xia took the manuscript and quickly glanced through it. In modern times, she could type blindly at a speed of up to 5,000 to 6,000 km/h, but the problem now was...

She didn’t use a seventies typewriter!

The typewriters of the 1970s were completely different from the "typing" of later generations. There was no keyboard connected to the computer. Instead, paper was placed on the typewriter and then typed on the keyboard.

Li Xia asked, "How do I use the typewriter?"

Song Langqing laughed with an ambiguous meaning: "You can't even use a typewriter? The commander actually let someone who can't even use a typewriter come to the Propaganda Department? Li Xia, right? My name is Song Langqing. I don't care what your relationship with the commander is, but our Propaganda Department only welcomes people with real talent, not those who come in through nepotism."

Li Xia: “?”

Oh, so this person thought she was the commander’s relative?

Li Xia pursed her lips and said, "Song Langqing, right? I have two points to respond to your words. First of all, there is no relationship between me and the commander, and I did not get in through nepotism as you think.

Secondly, I don't know what you mean by "real talent", but if your real talent is to use a typewriter, then when we recruit people for the propaganda department, we should directly recruit typists. As long as they can use a typewriter, it's fine. Why do we need to draw and write articles?"