Then Jiang Ningning picked up the phone calmly, "Please transfer me to the Propaganda Department. Okay. My manuscript fell into the water during the rescue, and the paper and pen are all wet. Now I need to read a new manuscript. Please notify me to record it and submit it directly to Chief Xue."
After everything was ready, she started reading it directly, with great style: "When the spotlight illuminated the patched military uniforms, I saw a faith more turbulent than the sea, witnessed the blood-soaked bandages wrapped around the pipes, and the hoarse trumpets overwhelmed the thunder..."
Every word is sonorous and powerful.
It seemed to bring people directly back to the thrilling atmosphere of yesterday.
Huo Zhan Ji felt as if a bucket of cold water was poured over his head, and he immediately felt cold all over. He was stunned by Jiang Ningning's bold move.
Oh shit! She is so capable!
All conspiracies and schemes are just paper tigers in front of real talent and knowledge.
Beside him, Deputy Director Gao could no longer sneer, because even he couldn't write such a manuscript. The text turned out to have warmth, passion, and a sense of picture.
Until Jiang Ningning finished reading, the two of them could not calm down.
Whether it is genuine or not, this impromptu draft can fully prove it.
Huo Zhan Ji couldn't help but start to doubt whether what Guan Wenxue said was true or not. Was Jiang Ningning really a good-for-nothing vase who got the position in the Propaganda Department by relying on a man?
He immediately shook his head and strongly condemned himself. How could he doubt the goddess' words?
No, no! Don't be fooled by Jiang Ningning's sugar-coated bullets! !
"I didn't expect Secretary Jiang to be so secretive. If that's the case, then yesterday's statement that he didn't know how to develop photos must have been a modesty." Huo Zhan Ji became angrier and angrier as he thought about it. He felt that he had been deceived, and angrily opened the tent and left.
놛I felt like a clown again.
Just then, he ran into Zhang Gangtie, who was carrying a sandbag and walking towards him in a hurry. Seeing someone who looked familiar to him, he couldn't help but complain: "Did you know? Jiang Ningning was able to write a perfect manuscript on the spur of the moment. She's so good at pretending!"
As a member of the same kind, he consciously saw through Jiang Ningning's operation.
But Luo was more straightforward than Han Tie in Zhang Tietie's eyes. Although he said that he looked down on Jiang Ningning as a person, he couldn't stop praising her whenever he met someone.
Isn't this a secret love?
What's this!
"Humph!" Zhang Gangtie raised his fist and said viciously, "Get lost! You are a hypocritical and shameless villain."
Huo Zhan Ji:? ?
Turning around, a small ball of delicate and beautiful figure suddenly appeared in my sight.
She had two pigtails, big twinkling eyes, and was smiling sweetly at me with her head tilted.
The two shallow dimples on her cheeks are particularly eye-catching in this gray world.
Huo Zhan Ji was instantly overwhelmed by her cuteness.
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It started raining heavily again.
Huo Donglin had been floating in the sea for an unknown period of time when he was suddenly hooked by a harpoon and his belt was pulled onto a fishing boat.
The camouflage uniform was soaked with sea water and sank like a lead weight.
When the fishy and salty blood blurred my left eye, I vaguely saw under the lantern in the storm, a dozen bronze backs rising and falling in the rainstorm, like a school of swordfish swimming upstream.
The boat was rocking in the sea.
Huo Donglin felt himself being lifted up and then put down.
Many villagers appeared in sight.
I thought I should be in a small fishing village. It drifted along the ocean current from the island to the other side of the island.
"My right leg was cut and swollen. It has to be amputated!"
The barefoot doctor raised a pair of rusty scissors, but the old bookman slapped him away: "Nonsense!"
"This is the People's Liberation Army on the island base. Go and dismantle the door panels of the ancestral hall to make medicine!"
I don't know how much time had passed, but the fisherman's grandmother's silver bracelet knocked against her teeth, and the brown sugar ginger soup mixed with rainwater poured into her throat, burning her throat and bringing her back to life.
Huo Donglin first struggled to touch his right waist. The blue notebook was still well tied in the tactical bag and had not been lost in the vast ocean.
His throat moved, and he managed to utter two words with difficulty: "Thank you."
Grandma's eyes were filled with kindness. She reached out and gently patted 놛놅's shoulder. The scent of jasmine came from somewhere on her sleeves.
…is the soap scent that Jiang Ningning uses most often.
Huo Donglin's tense nerves relaxed and his eyelids became heavier and heavier.
When I opened my eyes again, I was awakened by the sunlight.
The right leg was tied with a kelp knot and the wound was simply treated. The salty and fishy smell was mixed with the bitterness of wormwood ash. At this time, he was standing on a wooden door with a simple quilt underneath.
Hearing the footsteps, he half-stood up cautiously, his dark eyes as cold as a knife.
The pigtailed girl turned pale with fear, and even trembled as she held the broken earthenware bowl. There were two clam meats in the bottom of the rice soup. "Uncle Soldier, drink the soup."
"Sorry." Huo Donglin reached out to take it.
Thinking that the girl was not much older than Xia Xia, his sharp gaze melted away like ice, and his usually dark and handsome face also pulled into a stiff smile.
The girl screamed and ran away.
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"..." Huo Donglin pursed his thin lips.
The old bookkeeper came over limping, with a copper gong on his waist with a missing corner: "I'm sorry, comrade, there's nothing good to eat in the village, you have to make do with this."
"Just a sip is enough." Huo Donglin drank the rice soup in one breath.
Even after eating the hot food, I couldn't regain my strength.
He felt in his pocket and pulled out a half-soaked military ration coupon. It was the one he had borrowed from Sun Xiangqian last time to buy a tape recorder, and it had not been used up yet.
But the old scholar held him down with a conch shell and said, "No! The year before last, heavy rains crushed the ancestral hall. You helped me lift the beams, and this was the only part of the village that didn't collapse."
The ancestral hall is located on high ground, and the water just reached the second step.
The typhoon stripped the fishing village of all its dignity.
Half of the ancestral hall door was floating in the pigpen, and a slogan written in ink, “Model Pig Breeding Team”, was blooming in the muddy water.
Suddenly there was a knock on iron outside the window.
A child put his hands to his mouth and made a trumpet shape, and shouted outside, "Grandpa, it's Jiang Gong who's here."
The old bookkeeper smiled with his gap teeth and explained: "Engineer Jiang is the most capable technician in our Hongqi Commune. Thanks to you for risking your life to repair the distribution box and leading the villagers to rush to harvest grain and bring it to the ancestral hall, you also saved me."
Hearing that it was his savior, Huo Donglin coughed twice slowly and stood up despite the severe pain.
His posture was upright and straight, like a poplar tree on a cliff that never bends.
Soon, a dark, burly middle-aged man came towards them against the light.
He carried a sailing tool bag on his broad shoulders and an oily wrench on his lower back.
Huo Donglin's black eyes flickered slightly, and he saluted solemnly: "Mr. Jiang, thank you for saving me."
"You're welcome. This is what I should do." He spoke in a gentle voice, sounding like a generous and open-minded person.
It was not until he walked into the ancestral hall in the sunlight that Huo Donglin could see clearly that the middle-aged man had a long and narrow old scar on his left cheek from his brow to the corner of his mouth. The raised hard lump after the scab formed looked like a centipede and looked somewhat hideous.
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