"Thank you for your concern, I'm fine. Liu Yingying didn't have any expression on her face, she lowered her head, stopped looking at him, walked to a desk inside, took out the bill in her hand, and put it on the table of the slender female worker.

The woman looked at the ticket, turned and walked into the warehouse.

At this time, another woman sitting opposite the office, as if unintentionally, looked in the mirror and hummed a song softly:

"The one in the north blows, the snowflakes that float, the night of the thirty, the year comes to ......"

It didn't take much effort, but the slender woman put two large bundles of gloves in front of her:

"One hundred, you order. ”

"No, I don't. Liu Yingying said, her eyelids didn't tease her, she picked up the two bundles and walked out. Seeing this, Wang Xuefei hurriedly helped her carry a large bundle in her hand and said:

"Come, I'll get it for you. ”

"No, I don't. Liu Yingying shook her arm, said angrily, and walked forward without looking back, I don't know why, her tears couldn't help but fall......

At this time, it is the time when the sun is shining and the sun is scorching. The scorching sun baked the earth as hot as a stove, and the mood of the willow warbler at this time was like falling into the ice hole of the cold winter wax moon, which was extremely cold.

Liu Yingying walked on the road alone in a daze, until she came to a turning intersection and saw a pedestrian riding a bicycle past her, then she suddenly remembered that she had forgotten the bicycle in the yard of the warehouse, she stomped her foot angrily, scolded herself, and almost threw the two bundles of gloves in her hand......

The task of the air-raid shelter assigned to the vertical kiln workshop above has finally been completed on time after several months of intensive work by the workers.

Liu Chunjiang and Xue Kemei also returned to the workshop. At this time, there were still political movements in the factory one after another, and recently, there was a poetry contest on it.

It's time to report on the wall.

This poster is in accordance with the unified deployment of Liaoyuan City, and a city-wide staff poster competition should be carried out in the whole city. For this reason, the authorities have also issued a special circular, urging the revolutionary committees at all levels to attach great importance to it, make serious plans, and strive to bring out their best standards.

When the time comes, the leaders of the revolutionary committee in the city will watch the game in person.

Therefore, the cement plant also actively responded to the call above. In order to better organize and accomplish this political task, the cement plant has also set up a special propaganda and cultural work steering committee to organize and lead these tasks in a unified manner. The director of the steering committee, by the factory revolutionary committee director He Wenhui personally in charge, the following main members, are some leaders of the various organs in the factory, and some other personnel such as the director of the main workshop revolutionary committee, the steering committee has an office under the office address, the office address is located in the political department, specifically responsible for the specific guidance of this activity.

The units quickly took action and began to be busy with the wall newspapers.

Because Liu Chunjiang's calligraphy is good, it is natural that he thought of him, so he was transferred to the office again, and he was still responsible for posting on the wall every day as before.

Xue Kemei, because she majored in art in the past, and once worked as an art teacher in school, so, like Liu Chunjiang, she was transferred to the office.

Every time he goes to work, he and Liu Chunjiang work together in a medium-sized conference room in the office of the vertical kiln workshop, which is responsible for drawing some mastheads, illustrations, lace or beautifying wall newspapers.

On this day, Xue Kemei was holding an oil paintbrush in his hand and was drawing a masthead with a focused expression.

This masthead is a propaganda poster, the picture is very large, more than two meters high, and it looks very imposing.

In order to paint well, Xue Kemei had to step on a big stool to get it.

She first gently picked up the sketch with charcoal, then walked to the base of the wall and looked at the picture from afar, squinting her eyes to see how the overall effect of the picture was.

"Liu Chunjiang, don't write it yet, help me take a look, what's not working, save a while to color, and it will be troublesome to change it." Xue Kemei called Liu Chunjiang.

Liu Chunjiang finished writing a line, then put down the brush, and followed Xue Kemei's example, walked to the root of the wall, and looked at the huge picture pasted on the opposite wall.

"Okay, the painting is really good, and he deserves to be a top student of the Academy of Fine Arts. Liu Chunjiang looked at the picture and admired, "I haven't painted it yet, and it will be better when you finish all the colors." I dare to say that in our factory, just count your masthead, and no one can compare to your picture in other workshops. ”

"When did you learn to pat on the back? Xue Kemei couldn't help but push him. Although she said so, her heart was still very beautiful.

On the picture, a worker is depicted, holding a book in one hand and clenching his fist in the other, looking up and smiling into the distance, looking high-spirited......

At this time, Zhao Tiangang walked in from outside, he looked at the sketch posted on the wall, and nodded again and again:

"Well, yes,...... good drawing. Paint well, this issue of the poster in our workshop, there are many good poems in it, which have been praised by the factory revolutionary committee. In addition, the two of you also know that the above attaches great importance to this poster, so the poster of our workshop must also be launched in the whole factory, and it is best to show your face in front of the audience in the city, so that they can take a good look at it, our kiln workshop in the movement of the Cultural Revolution, there are also many advanced deeds and characters......"

Zhao Tiangang said this, at this time, the phone in the office rang, Zhao Tiangang turned around and left the conference room to answer the phone.

Xue Kemei found a large glass and put it on the table, as a tool for color matching, and there were all kinds of advertising colors around her, and she carefully adjusted the colors, and the conference room immediately exuded a strong advertising color and the smell of mixed ink.

Liu Chunjiang stood in front of a large table in the middle of the conference room, reading the manuscript to himself and copying poems in his hands.

Xue Kemei stood on a high stool, holding a glass for color mixing in his left hand and coloring with an oil brush in his right hand.

With every few strokes, she had to jump off the stool, return to the table to re-dip some color, and then climb back onto the stool, which made it inconvenient to go up and down.

Liu Chunjiang saw that Xue Kemei stood up for a while, and jumped down for a while, and it was very inconvenient to draw, so he put down the brush, walked to her, and said:

"Okay, you can draw on the stool, I'll give you a hand below, what color you need, I'll take it for you, save you from being inconvenient on it." ”

"Oh well. It seems that you still have a good eye. Xue Kemei joked with him.

When the two of them rehearsed the opera "The White-Haired Girl", Liu Chunjiang often helped Xue Kemei paint the background of the stage and some props, so although Liu Chunjiang couldn't draw, he saw a lot and saw a lot, so he naturally had some experience.

The masthead is finally finished.

The two of them stood on the base of the wall, admiring the propaganda posters on the wall, Liu Chunjiang was right, after having color, it was different. The entire conference room also seemed to be alive.

At this time, some people in the workshop office came over when they had nothing to do, and they couldn't help but admire the posters on the wall:

"It's good, it's good, it's good. Lao Chen, the accountant of the workshop, praised while walking to the front of the picture, waiting for his eyes and looking at it seriously.

Zhao Tiangang probably heard the voices of people talking in the conference room, and he also walked out of his office, and saw that the propaganda poster painted by Xue Kemei had been painted, so he stood aside and looked at it seriously.

"Well, that's good, is the painting finished? If it's finished, I'll ask the steering committee in the factory to come over and review it. When the time was about to be competitive, all the workshops were looking for them, and they all rushed together, and they were too busy. If it doesn't work now, we still have time to change it again. Zhao Tiangang often organizes and participates in this kind of activities, and he seems to be very experienced.

Xue Kemei nodded and said:

"I'm done drawing, let them come over tomorrow. ”

At half past eight o'clock in the morning of the next day, several members of the poster propaganda steering committee in the factory had already come first, and the workshop had already prepared cigarettes and tea, and Zhao Tiangang stood at the gate of the workshop early, waiting for their arrival.

When it was almost nine o'clock, He Wenhui, the director of the factory revolutionary committee, who was also the director of the cement factory's poster propaganda steering committee, who started by rebellion, came in a car.

Zhao Tiangang hurriedly trotted over, and as soon as the car stopped, he stood respectfully at the door of the car and opened the door:

"Welcome, welcome, I didn't expect Director He to be so busy with work and come in person, this is a strong support for our workshop work......" Zhao Tiangang stretched out his hands to greet several leaders of the Revolutionary Committee in the car, leaning his body and walking in front to lead the way. The leaders of the factory revolutionary committees in the back also walked into the conference room together.

The conference room was already packed. On the table inside, there were cigarettes, some melon seeds and sweets.

As soon as these leaders sat down, a female employee in the workshop walked up to these leaders and poured boiling water for them.

The leaders of the Revolutionary Committee from the factory sat above. The leaders of the Standing Kiln Revolutionary Committee sat below.

Liu Chunjiang and Xue Kemei, as staff members, also attended the meeting, and they sat in the back row.

To the surprise of the two of them, Wang Xuefei also came over. As soon as I inquired, I learned that he had now borrowed it from the Political Department. At the same time, the original people from the Political Department also followed.