Chapter 87
The Mid-Autumn Festival program will be rehearsed for all the leaders and workers in the audience.
Section Chief Zhao hopes to get the program done and deliver a perfect answer before he gets promoted and leaves the Propaganda Department.
But now, he turned his head to look at the young man in front of him, questioning, "Xiao Lu, do you still have questions?"
From where Lu Qin stood, he could easily spot Section Chief Zhao's head, which had grown a new patch of white hair. Those were the medals of honor he'd earned through years of work. Getting promoted step by step wasn't easy, was it?
"It's okay, Chief, I just wanted to come over and congratulate you in advance." He said sweetly.
After Section Chief Zhao gets promoted, he will definitely keep an eye on those of them who remain in the Propaganda Department.
He just thought about one thing clearly: the deputy factory director can manage the propaganda chief, this is the key.
Section Chief Zhao was amused by this and almost laughed. "Okay, go back to your business."
He has met many people in his decades of work, but only this guy can chat with him like he is chatting with ordinary people. He knows that he is smart.
Lu Qin returned a bright smile, holding a notebook, and gathered with several other comrades.
"Now that everyone is here, let's discuss it now."
Secretary Liu cleared the table, and the five of them gathered together. This was the first time in six months that they had focused their efforts on the same task.
"A chorus and recitation are definitely necessary, but it's difficult to arrange the performers."
Secretary Liu still remembers that last year, they invited women and men from the factory to participate in a recitation. When they invited them, the people from the Propaganda Department almost knelt down to beg them. But when it came to rehearsal, they were too shy to open their mouths, or they spoke in a strummed tone. There were always problems of one kind or another, which made them anxious and their mouths were covered with blisters and hurt for a whole week.
Rather than working on those programs, they would rather stay in the publicity department and write scripts.
Secretary Niu had a deep understanding of this. She had a headache when she thought about it. "First, let's think about the program list, and then think about what program we can produce within the Propaganda Department."
"You three young men, think about what interesting programs there are and participate more."
The five people in the Propaganda Department usually get along well with each other, and even share two peanuts in a peanut with each other, but now there is a strange atmosphere lingering around them.
Lu Qin wisely kept silent, not even daring to make a sound.
Xu Youzhi also looked embarrassed. "We are not good at any program, we don't have any special skills."
Secretary Zhang, who is usually taciturn, nodded silently.
If this continues, Secretary Liu feels that the fire will be put out by his own insiders.
"Just think about the things you're slightly good at. You don't have to be super proficient. Secretary Niu and I are old and have grandchildren. We can't just leave our old arms and legs hanging around!"
Lu Qin fell silent even more. He remembered how Secretary Liu's legs had practically flown off the ground when he'd chased her grandson. But he tactfully kept silent. He'd wait a while before discussing it.
But Secretary Liu was looking for someone who agreed with her point of view, "Xiao Lu, what do you think?"
Xiao Lu felt many eyes falling on him.
Without talking about money or work, everyone in an office is still friends.
He blinked, "Yes, Sister Liu and Sister Niu, you are right, but we really don't have any talents. We can't just let the three of us form a recitation and chorus. I am willing to lead the hosting work."
He honestly said he knew a few instruments, but none were available here. Even if they were, he wouldn't dare go up and perform, fearing potential accusations. Furthermore, his original self had never been exposed to the instruments he knew, so it would be difficult to deal with the aftermath.
"You have no problem hosting, but recitation and chorus are not acceptable. It's too monotonous and not pretty."
Secretary Niu said, "You three can sing or dance or do some other acrobatics, but it can't be another chorus recitation. The leaders will fall asleep watching them."
The same show is played over and over again, it’s better to just sleep down there.
After much discussion, no conclusion was reached.
Xu Youzhi took the lead and said after a long pause, "I'll choose the allegro, I've learned a little bit."
Secretary Liu was afraid that he would go back on his word, so he didn't confirm it and just wrote "3. Xu Youzhi plays the clapperboard" on the notebook.
Secretary Zhang gave in and said, "I can ride a unicycle. I have a bicycle wheel at home. I will show you this."
Secretary Liu's eyes lit up. "Okay, four programs. Xiao Lu, how did you arrange it?"
Lu Qin: “…”
It's outrageous. They were in the same office, but he didn't know about it and they learned some tricks from each other.
Besides, he can host, but he is really not good at performing.
He looked embarrassed.
"Or, Comrade Lu, you choose to sing."
As for dancing, male comrades performed less frequently, and one needs some basic dancing skills. Secretary Liu did not make this suggestion. As for singing, as long as you have a mouth, you can practice hard.
Secretary Niu also echoed, "With your face, you should stay on the platform longer. You have a nice voice, so you must be able to sing well too."
Lu Qin puffed up one cheek. He was in a lot of trouble, but he still made up his mind. "Okay, but you still have to arrange the songs."
Secretary Liu quickly wrote Lu Qin's name on the paper and said, "There's no rush. We can just do it the same way we did last year. You can definitely do it. Believe in yourself."
Secretary Liu and Secretary Niu chose to dance with other groups, just like last year.
Once the internal issues are dealt with, the rest will be much easier.
"We can group them by gender, by age, or by parts of the factory." This was Lu Qin's opinion.
"Well, the next challenge is to convince them first. Let's ask if there are any volunteers first."
Lu Qin glanced at the camera on his desk and asked, "Ask the section chief if the participants can take a group photo or individual photo as a reward, and have it published in the newspaper. Is this a good idea?"
There are two acrobatics in the office of five, and there is no telling if there are any hidden talents outside.
Taking pictures is the condition to attract them over.
After hearing this, Section Chief Zhao agreed. As long as it could motivate people, the issue of film would naturally be no problem.
Lu Qin chatted with Xu Youzhi for a long time and found out that he learned the clapper talk from his great-grandfather, which cleared up his confusion.
"Lu Qin, have you ever sung before?" Xu Youzhi asked curiously.
Lu Qin was speechless, "No."
Xu Youzhi comforted him, "According to Secretary Liu, you just need to practice more, unless you really have no talent."
Lu Qin was unable to refute it for a moment. Of course, he felt the same way. It was just a song, what was so difficult about it?
He went to ask for a playlist from Secretary Liu, planning to take it home after work to look at it first. Secretary Liu also reminded him to take a look at it first.
It gets dark early in autumn.
Kong Dongdong was taken to work by Lu Chunnong and Kong Yue for a few days every week. He got less sun exposure and became bleached.
After dinner, Lu Qin took a shower and went into the house while drying his hair.
There were many more of Kong Dongdong's things in his room. For example, under the stool in the corner, there was a pair of small shoes, a few clothes stacked on the stool, and a toy with half of its butt exposed.
Kong Dongdong was wearing a loose set of pajamas made by her uncle. Her soft hair was combed obediently in front of her forehead. Her short legs were stretched out straight, and her toes were curled up.
Kong Dongdong lifted his feet and said in a baby voice, "Uncle, I want to drink some water."
Well, luckily, we had prepared it long ago. Lu Qin poured hot water into the warm water, intentionally training him. "It's not hot anymore, drink it yourself."
"Oh!" Kong Dongdong took the small cup with both hands, took a sip, and slurped a few times.
Originally, the small cup was made by Kong Yue specially for him.
After four or five sips, he tiptoed happily, pushing the cup in front of him and said, "No more."
Tsk, Lu Qin raised his hand and ruffled his hair.
After putting down the cup, he saw the music sheet on the table. He paused for a moment, then picked it up and looked at it. He wondered where Sister Liu had found it, as there was even sheet music on it.
Lu Qin knew the music score, and besides, it was a song that everyone should be able to sing. After going through it from beginning to end, he gained confidence.
Seeing that it was still early, he coughed, sat on the edge of the bed, and prepared to cultivate the uncle-nephew relationship.
His tone was gentler than ever before, "Dongdong, uncle will sing a song for you."
Kong Dongdong played with his feet and raised his fair face. Because he was sleeping with his uncle, there was light in his little eyes, "Ah Ge"
"Ahem, stop playing with your toes and listen carefully." Lu Qin cleared his throat. It didn't seem very difficult.
Kong Dongdong put down his feet.
After preparing himself mentally, he opened his mouth and closed it again. The third time, he finally sang out loud.
Lyrics of "Singing the Motherland".
"The five-star red flag flutters in the wind, the song of victory rings out loudly. Sing to our beloved motherland, which is now on the road to prosperity and strength..."
Once he opened his mouth, it didn't seem that difficult. Lu Qin tried to be precise with the script for the first three lines, then sang the rest directly. He thought he sang well, even putting his heart into it. Every pore of his body expressed the emotion in the song, and he treated Kong Dongdong as an audience.
Behind him, Kong Dongdong first pursed her lips, then her fair and tender little face became redder and redder, and her dark and moist little eyes gradually became misty.
He looked at his uncle's back and called him softly, "Uncle."
My uncle himself did not react.
"uncle."
Still no response.
"How is it?" After singing the song, Lu Qin turned around and asked him.
Kong Dongdong, who had been calling for his uncle for a long time, now had no feet to move after playing with them on the bed sheet. He said with a trembling voice of grievance, "Uncle, I need to find my mom."
Lu Qin: “…”
Not far away, Lu Chunnong wondered, "Who's howling there?"
Kong Yue, who always had good hearing, "..."
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