Because these books only outline the framework, there are few questioning voices.
Some people said she was painting blindly, others said she was deliberately trying to show off, but those voices supporting her were quickly suppressed.
It was all Jiang Ningning's fault for attracting too much attention. No matter what an outstanding person does, there will always be countless eyes staring at him.
If there is a slight mistake, there will always be a harmonious voice saying, "See, she was lucky before."
Of course, the reason lies in the recruitment of people in the Propaganda Department.
Everyone knew that Jiang Ningning got in through the back door, but they had to compete with hundreds of people, so they naturally felt unbalanced.
The Propaganda Department’s recruitment notice has very strict requirements, and a high school degree is the threshold.
The first round of written examination, in addition to reading, dictation, listening and speaking, also tests painting skills.
As for the second round of interviews, Mr. Xue served as the chief examiner, and everyone was convinced by this.
But why is Jiang Ningning among the examiners?
Although there were few voices of doubt, no one dared to gossip about Jiang Ningning.
Especially the family area.
Every day from morning till night, Mrs. Lu patrolled everywhere with a broom on her shoulder. If she heard a gossipy woman saying something bad about her, she would whip her without saying a word.
Like a mad dog!
The commotion was so great that even Lin Xiaoyan, who was far away in the kitchen squad, heard about it. Fearing that her good sister would be bullied, she asked for leave from the old squad leader and ran over here with a rolling pin to calm the situation.
Mrs. Lu from the family quarters and Lin Xiaoyan from the base gate.
The two bodyguards joined forces.
Therefore, Jiang Ningning was not affected at all, and her whole body and mind were focused on this two-meter-long painting.
Until the sunset glow over the red flag on the mast, stretching her slender back so long, chalk dust fell on her hair like stardust, and the broken blue chalk in her hand also made the last stroke on the female doctor's medicine box.
Now, you’re done!
It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Before I knew it, a crowd of people began to gather around.
His expression gradually changed from watching a show to being dumbfounded.
They looked up blankly.
The huge scene before their eyes drew them into the thrilling rescue operation.
The helicopter hovered above the raging waves, with the water droplets thrown out by the propellers concealing the small words "Man will prevail".
The soldier in dark green uniform was diving at 45 degrees, his muscles tangled under the tight uniform like the roots of an old pine tree.
The swaying of his military uniform fluttered like eagle wings, and the rescue rope around his waist twisted into a spiral in the hurricane, with a fluttering copy of Selected Works of Mao Zedong tied to the end, extinguishing like a flame in the rainstorm.
The edges of the entire huge painting are outlined with banana leaves using grass-green chalk, while the sides are painted using line drawing techniques.
In the left corner, there are three soldiers carrying sandbags. One of them has his military trousers rolled up to his knees, revealing his scabby calves; one of them has his bamboo hat blown up by the typhoon; and one of them has a dent on the military water bottle on his waist.
The left cornerback knelt on the ground to give first aid, the red medicine box was soaked in muddy water, and the blood type was written on the end of the bandage with a pen.
Looking at the right corner, one can see Jiefang brand trucks wading through the water to transport supplies, with cracks on their windshields forming a five-pointed star.
The switchboard operator on the right corner had three telephones in his raincoat pocket, and the commander had a pencil tucked into his temple.
The crest of the wave at the bottom of the middle holds up a comic-strip interlude, where the kitchen staff uses marching pots to cook ginger soup, the people use gongs as life rings, and the children fold paper boats to deliver biscuits.
"Hey, I was driving that Jiang B765543 truck. Halfway through the journey that night, a lightning bolt suddenly struck and knocked down a tree, hitting the windshield. My nose hit the steering wheel and a lot of blood came out."
"Old Li, look at the cook on the left. Is that us? He's been peeling so many pieces of tofu that his hands are numb. He almost ripped his pants in the toilet. Hahaha."
…
Everyone at the scene can find their own "shadow" in the picture!
Of course, the most eye-catching figure is the soldier in dark green uniform who occupied one-third of the picture in the middle. He was the only one with a clear facial outline.
The black eyes were as sharp as a knife, as if they were dipped in a layer of frost and snow, scanning through the scroll at all the people, making people's scalps numb.
But if you walk closer and look carefully, you'll find a five-pointed star painted in his pupils, representing the soldier's firm and unshakable will.
Huo Donglin jumped out of the plane to save Professor Meng's notes, but his student cut the rope. He was asked to keep it secret because of the impact on his reputation.
Almost everyone knew that he almost paid with his life for this.
But Jiang Ningning remembered.
I also remember the two dumplings clearly.
Therefore, when Huo Donglin finished a mission and returned home, he was warmly welcomed by the two cubs for the first time.
"dad!"
Manman shouted sincerely, his heart and eyes were filled with admiration and respect for Huo Donglin.
Even in the face of a typhoon that could destroy the entire world or a two-story-high wave, Dad would jump in without hesitation.
It completely fits with the image of a great and selfless soldier in Manman's mind.
At this moment, in his eyes, his father's shoulders and back were so broad, his leg muscles were so explosive, and his hair was so cold and hard and handsome.
I swear that there is absolutely no tricks at all.
However……
The wolf came too many times.
Huo Donglin put his hands on his son's shoulders to stabilize the little guy's body. At the same time, he narrowed his eyes vigilantly: "Son, what do you want to do? Just tell me directly."
"When you call me dad, I get nervous."
"Can we be sincere?"
Manman: “…”
He raised his hand and pressed it on the face with paranoia, and said something speculative, then turned around and kicked his short legs to look for his mother.
Seeing her brother's lonely and sad expression, Xia Xia stopped in time and gave her father a cool back in the same angrily.
In Xia Xia's heart: Mom ranks first, brother ranks second, Teacher Wen ranks third... and finally, for the time being, it's Heidan's dad.
snort! Heidan's father bullied her brother, and she would never care about him again.
“…”
Huo Donglin became more and more certain that his son was trying to trick him.
The two big things that the two little kids care about the most are, of course, naming them and the start of school!
After figuring it out, he patted his pockets and walked briskly into the kitchen to help.
Later that night, he wanted his son and daughter to call him "Dad" willingly!
Huo Donglin is ambitious and determined to win.
Even during dinner, the two little ones sat close to Jiang Ningning, occupying the seats on the left and right, and deliberately stayed away from Huo Donglin.
He didn't look anxious at all.
Jiang Ningning looked at him puzzledly, the expression on her face clearly stated: What's wrong with you three, father and son?
She remembered that when she returned home, the cubs still admired their father very much.
"Ahem..." Even his wife urged him to go on. Huo Donglin didn't want to keep it a secret anymore and took out the note and handed it over.
"This is the name Daddy gave you!"
Huo Donglin straightened his back, ready to be admired by his children.
However, the fact is...
The cute little dumplings on the opposite side still had no interest. They didn't even raise their eyes and continued to eat listlessly.
Huo Donglin:?
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