"Where, for the sake of the children, these are all as they should be. I smiled and turned to leave the museum.

There is a building outside the museum, and the small room on the far left on the first floor of the building is my office.

My name is Lu Qiao, and I am the curator of the Blue Wave Museum.

He has been in office for 12 years and has served as the curator for 3 years.

My job is to tell the history of the country to these flowers of the motherland.

My motherland, Blue Wave, covers an area of 12,061 square kilometers.

It doesn't sound small, but it's only a small piece of the planet.

Blue waves are countries, and there are more than a thousand countries like this on the entire planet.

The cause was an earthquake, but the result was a qualitative improvement.

The drastic decline in population has led to the abundance of resources.

From the original vast continent to the sea that can be seen everywhere after the split.

Our ancestors, on the contrary, learned to unite and began to form an oligarchy or dictatorship.

These regimes have slowly evolved into the great powers they are today, and the progress of science and technology has not changed the pattern that followed.

Each continent is a country, and although there are armed forces between countries, there are few wars and conflicts.

Because almost no country can completely control two or even more to ensure common development.

What everyone has to do is to further continue their country and continue to live with the original resources of their own continent.

There are a thousand languages, a thousand languages, and a thousand habits in a thousand countries.

Even later we had ships and airplanes. Nothing alone has changed the stereotype that the mainland is home.

Even many theologies on the planet regard the earthquake as God's punishment for humanity.

Everyone fears that another war will lead to the next big earthquake, but the next big earthquake planet will not be so lucky.

We can say that it belongs to a closed country, but this kind of closed country is only in the material stage.

Because there is very little to hide, if the country next door wants to build a building.

All the countries near him could see it in action almost across the sea, and then wait to see if it learns to follow the cat or laugh at the collapse to celebrate.

Lan Bo is a small country among these thousand countries, and it is visible to the naked eye that it is weak.

Weak in appearance, in floor space. Everywhere everything is visible and invisible.

Of course, no country on this planet is perfect, and Rambo gave up everything just for a better quality of life.

As mentioned earlier, Blue Wave has the best water source on the planet.

There are 63 kindergartens, 43 primary schools, and 27 junior high schools in Lanbo, which are the people I serve every day.

Each kindergarten is usually not just a group of students, but I, as the curator, am responsible for standing outside the museum and telling the history of the country in general. Then the staff of the museum led into the museum to browse, and 12 years have passed.

At the age of twenty-two, I came to work at the Blue Wave Museum.

Step by step, I have worked from a staff member to my current position, and I love my job.

My museum is right in the middle of the Blue Wave, and everything in it tells the story of how different this Blue Wave is from other countries.

This is my third year as a librarian, and during these three years, almost all of the students in Blue Wave knew about my existence.

Because all school teachers bring students to the museum, it is the same as every Rambo must be able to sing the national anthem of their own country.

Every Rambo person visits a museum in their country.

Even because some kindergartens have been organized, they will come again when they go to elementary school. There are countless children who have come to junior high school and listened to my explanations three times.

I had just taken my seat in my office and filled the faucet with a glass.

Point the glass out the window and watch the sun shine through the glass.

Under the sunlight, there is hardly a trace of impurities in the glass.

You can see the freshly falling dust in the air touching the surface of the glass.

"Praise to Rambo. I immediately drank the water, not wanting it to be contaminated, and wiped the glass with the towel on the table.

There was a knock on the door from behind him.

Still wiping the glass, I frowned slightly and said, "Please come in." ”

"Curator Lu, I won't come in. Another group of junior high school students has arrived, and the machine of the plate has been reset. You have five minutes to rest before you can give your next presentation. The assistant's voice came from outside the door.

"Got it. I said helplessly.

Aim the glass at the window and watch the sun shine into the walls to make sure it's completely clean. Place the towel on the table and place the glass on top of it.

Make sure no dust gets into the glass I drink from, and make sure that the water I drink is the cleanest water every time.

I'm glad I was born in Blue Wave and can live such a leisurely life.

Glancing at the clock on the wall, I walked slowly out of the office.

Outside the museum, a group of middle school students were already waiting.

The assistant next to me handed the headphones and microphone again, and I took them and put them on my head.

Slowly bypassing the students, we came to the front of the museum building. Clearing my throat, I said, "Ladies and gentlemen, I've been waiting for a long time, I'm Lu Qiao, the curator of the Blue Wave Museum. Let me introduce you。。。。。。 ”

After a few waves of students a day, I left work.

Go home and sit down for yourself a table of dinner.

After eating, I lay on the bed, thinking about whether there would be a few familiar faces among the students I met tomorrow.

That's everything I do, and what I believe in and love about what I do.

Late at night, the bell rang.

I turned on my phone and it showed it was past two o'clock in the morning.

I looked at it, and the phone number turned out to be an assistant.

I thought that he never seemed to call me that late, and I answered the phone helplessly.

"Curator Lu, are you there?" said the assistant with a smile.

"Is something wrong with the museum?" I said, my first reaction. I thought about how there was hardly anything I could get my assistant to call me at this time, except for something going on at the museum.

"It's the waterworks that have happened. The assistant said.

"What does the accident at the waterworks have to do with you, and why did you come to me?" I said, puzzled, and I closed my mouth. Thinking about the seriousness of the matter, could it be that something happened to the water that Lan Bo should be proud of.

"In the evening, the director of the waterworks jumped off the building. The assistant said.

"Why?" I said, and the factory director jumped off the building, which made me breathe a sigh of relief.

"I heard that it was in the afternoon when the tap water in the West District came out of yellow mud, and it seems that the water pipe was connected wrong. The employee made a mistake, and the director of the waterworks jumped off the building with self-blame. The assistant said.

"What does this have to do with me?" I said.

"A museum can do without a director, but a waterworks can't do without a director. This is the most important thing in our country, and the call just came from above. Let me contact you right away and ask you to go to work at the waterworks tomorrow, instead of going to the museum. The assistant said.