"Squad leader, you said that this Internet is called the Internet, right? Was there really that email early on? "The soldier rested in the grocery store for a while, stepped on his water boots and stepped on the riverbank again to patrol.

The task of the patrol is nothing more than to see where the sandbags are loose and leaking, whether there are any branches stuck between the sandbags, and whether there is a danger that the sandbags will be pried open. If the situation is discovered, the dangerous places will be checked and filled, and the dangerous sections of the river embankment will be reinforced.

"Burden, this is all in the news, do you still doubt it?" It was another soldier who answered him.

"I just wondered why he didn't tell us sooner. As long as we have an eight-person team, if we can start fighting sandbags two months ago, and one person can resist 30 bags a day, I don't believe that the gap in the Yangtze River can still be broken! The soldier who called the burden said angrily.

One person carrying 30 bags of sandbags and piling nails can pile up 15,000 sandbags in two months, each flood control sandbag ranges from 20~25 kilograms, and the minimum can also pile up 300,000 kilograms of flood control fortifications.

"Do you know where it broke down?" His teammates asked him a fatal question.

Although there are 300,000 kilograms, equivalent to 600,000 catties of sandbags, and they can move more, they are only a drop in the bucket in the Yangtze River Basin.

"Write back to that person!" The burden came out of the countryside, and he had no education, but his brain was very flexible.

"Do you know how to use the Internet, you have a fart email."

"Don't make any noise, it's useless to have a mailbox." Their captain knew more than them, and he couldn't help but say it, "I also received this letter two months ago, and at first I wrote back to him to ask him not to spread rumors, and then I received the news of the Yangtze River embankment collapse and returned several times to ask about the situation. But this guy never answered my emails from the beginning. ”

"Squad leader, do you know how to use the Internet?"

"The training requirements in the battalion, I'm also a semi-skilled soldier." Many people knew about it, but he thought it was best not to tell anyone else.

"Squad leader, if the team doesn't train us, we will train you, you are a precursor to promotion!" Sure enough, someone immediately opened his mouth.

"Fart, you just gave birth to ......"

They lined up in a neat line and walked away, talking and laughing, but they didn't know that the prophet that the whole world was looking for was actually in the house where they had just drunk sugar water! And many times he ran in front of them, a little, drawing-loving, intelligent child, who was now troubled by his impulses.

――Killing someone is easy to say, but after killing someone and hiding the body, I am full of worries, which probably means that this is my situation.

Even the prophetic letter is in the news, can you not worry......

-- It's easier to call yourself in......

Sometimes he can't help but think that instead of being afraid of being found by others, it is better to take the initiative to take the blame. But the difficulty lies in the fact that even if you take the initiative to confess and be lenient with the state, there are many things that cannot be explained clearly.

One more than a few said.

"Let's call......" Riki muttered.

So I went to my uncle's grocery store on the first floor, and in addition to leaving a TV set here for people to watch, the telephone used for communication was also moved to a shelf next to the wall, and a nameplate with the words "Free Use by the People's Liberation Army" was hung next to it. However, in addition to drinking ginger syrup, the People's Liberation Army even pushed and shoved the boiled eggs for a long time before accepting them, and the reason why the grandmother persuaded them was: "Our family has cooked so much, we will definitely not be able to eat it ourselves, and if you don't eat it and keep it, it will be spoiled in vain."

In this way, the PLA is hungry to eat, and even if it is not hungry, it has to eat.

But the phone has no expiration date, so Limu has not seen the PLA use it, he guessed: It is estimated that the PLA is planning to call home to report safety, but he is afraid that the enthusiastic people will not take money.

Thinking so, Riki asked her uncle to help take down the phone from the shelf. Although his uncle will be a head shorter than him in the future, he can't even touch his uncle's shoulder now.

Riki certainly didn't make a call to turn herself in.

Today is August 15th, and it has been a week since the deadline for the Painting Grand Prix, so the results are probably out. However, this kind of system of publishing and feedback has always been slow, and it is best to ask yourself if you want to get information. Waiting for a Grand Prix call back is silly.

Doodoo Doodoo......

"Hello, this is the National Youth and Children's Summer Vacation Painting Grand Prix consultation number, can I help you in any way?" As soon as the phone was connected, an elegant woman's voice rang

"Hello, I'm Riki, a contestant in this drawing contest, and I would like to inquire about the award status of my work [Squirrel Summer]." Riki explained to her his name and the name of the work.

"Ah, it's that oversized, framed sketch! There is an impression, there is an impression, is that really a child you drew it yourself? The lady on the other end of the phone looked a little surprised.

There are many works sent from all over the country, the largest of which is a sketch made of open paper by Riki, which is sandwiched with frames, wooden boards, and styrofoam wraps in order to properly deliver the paintings to their destinations. At this moment, when she heard the childish voice mention [Squirrel Summer], she immediately remembered about this painting.

"Yes, it was painted for six days, and during this time, ** people came to see it." In order to prove what he said, Limu counted Lu Wei's family, emphasizing that he had a lot of witnesses.

"Wow, the kid is amazing, I remember that you are only in the second grade of primary school." She thinks that [Squirrel Summer] is really well painted, which makes people feel an inexplicable warmth, so she has always paid attention to the information and progress of this painting.

"Well, can you tell me about the award first?" Riki felt that she had probably found the right person this time.

"Well, hmm--the situation here is a bit complicated, it's not that you don't draw well, in fact, I think your work is the best of all the children......" Faced with Limu's question, the customer service was a little hesitant and talked a lot.

"Didn't win an award, did you?" Riki interrupted.

"Well, you actually got a consolation prize." The tone of the customer service seemed to be helpless.

"Can you tell me why? Of the complex reasons, the less complicated ones. "Riki is very idle, and he knows where he has failed.

"......" heard Riki's reaction to the question, and the customer service was silent. She realized that this child was different from ordinary children, at least in terms of language and paintings, he was more sophisticated than ordinary children, and after thinking for a long time, she said: "The file only has these few words [the work is excellent, but it does not conform to the artistic conception of the theme, in order to make the author continue to work hard, I will give a consolation prize]." ”

"Can you tell me what the first, second and third prize works are all drawing?" Riki asked eagerly.

"Pandas, Red-crowned Cranes and Ink Shrimp ...... in the Bamboo Forest" customer service counted three works that are very Chinese characteristics.

Limu couldn't help but think of these paintings: a panda gnawing bamboo in a bamboo forest, focusing on the bamboo forest and the panda; Red-crowned cranes stand on one foot in the wetland, with an emphasis on graceful forms; The ink shrimp is modeled after Qi Baishi's work. According to the aesthetic point of view of those old fools, although these three paintings are a little immature, they are very in line with the artistic conception of Chinese painting.

It's like......

The domestic animation works that can be broadcast on TV in later generations are either "Flying Pig Man", "Beep Naughty Three Thousand Questions", or "Beep Sheep and Beep Wolf". It's not that the work "Beep Sheep and Beep Wolf" is bad, it's just that all the works that can be on stage are works with animal images as the protagonists. There can be no blood, no white thighs, no love, and nothing that has a "bad impact" on the child.

Riki's conjecture was immediately confirmed.

In fact, they also have some truth in what they said, you see, the purpose of this event is [inheriting the art of calligraphy and painting, promoting national culture, highlighting artistic characteristics, and experiencing self-growth] The theme is [I add color to the motherland!] You're drawing two people...... Well, the scene of the three people playing game consoles was deprived of even the opportunity to exhibit. ”

――No, no matter how bad my impression is, I can't be denied the opportunity to exhibit?

――Sketching is one of the subjects they are allowed to submit, so how can they not even have the opportunity to exhibit it!

[Team leader, this time the grandchildren of Teacher Ai, Teacher Bi, and Teacher Xi all participated in the competition, how is this good? 】

[Then their works must be well drawn?] Someone is not far from being guided, so let's evaluate the top three separately. 】

[But there is a painting that is better than theirs, and if it is displayed on stage, we may be criticized......]

[Then find a reason why it can't be exhibited!] Anyway, it's a kindergarten competition, and the children of Teacher Ai, Teacher Bi, and Teacher Xi are definitely going to be on the road, and this time it's just to give the children a resume, rather than letting other wild people take over, it's better to sell their personal favors. 】

[Then...... So be it. 】

As if there was such a picture presented in front of him, Riki clasped his hands tightly, and suddenly laughed wildly in front of the phone: "Hahahaha, I know, I knew it would be this result!" The painting isn't coming back, is it? I'm going to give you another post! I'm so long with a pig's head......! ”

"......" fell silent on the other end of the phone, not knowing whether to think about how to answer, or waiting for the seemingly crazy child to finish venting, "Kid, listen to me, this time it happens to be - hmm." ”

Riki heard the sound of the door opening on the phone, and the female customer service who answered the phone had to stop at a key place, as if she was a little taboo about the people who came in.

"I know, I don't blame you, I don't blame you, I'm too aggressive, I'm really sorry-" Riki was only angry at the entire painting group, not at a single person, and continued after apologizing, "If you have the chance, I hope you can help me get [Squirrel Summer] back from their hands, it is the most proud work of my life, and it is also full of important memories of me." I'm afraid that one day I'll forget them because it's been too long. ”

[Squirrel Summer] is not just a sketch for Limu, it is a work of art. Because of the investment in seizing the inspiration of that moment and investing a lot of emotion, this work has surpassed his ordinary painting level and has become a real work of art, and the emotions poured into it cannot be bought back with money.

If he didn't want to complete a special task, Riki was reluctant to submit it to the competition, preferring to make a shoddy work to cope with the task. However, this self-confident work did not even win the top three in the children's group, and even lost the due right to exhibit because of the bad meaning.

“…… I tried my best. ”

"Thank you very much." Riki was a little comforted by her reply, and at least someone had promised to help, and although she was a stranger she had never met, it was a placebo for Riki," - then, goodbye. ”

Limu hung up the phone, and the angry roar just now attracted the uncle's suspicious gaze, only to see the uncle raise his eyebrows and ask his nephew, "What's going on!?" ”