It was a bright day to get up early, and as usual, Yu Yang had already left when Bei Xiaoya got up. After a brief tidying up, she also hurried out of the house.

After arriving at the office, Bei Xiaoya first cleaned up the wall newspaper drawn on the table, and took it to the front yard after tidying it up.

Yu Yang's correspondent was very discerning, and when he saw Bei Xiaoya coming over with something from a distance, he ran quickly to greet him, and received it in his hand with a smile.

"Sister-in-law, I'll hand over the poster to me, I'll find two people to post it in a while."

"Thank you then."

The correspondent shook his head at Bei Xiaoya, then turned around and walked to the other side, and called a nearby person to go to the propaganda board with him. Seeing them go away, Bei Xiaoya turned around and went to the blackboard at the door of the command room.

The design was thought of the night before, and Bei Xiaoya only used a pen to type out a few modules, and then began to adjust the pigment and officially work on the blackboard.

The location of this board is very important, and Bei Xiaoya doesn't dare to be a little sloppy, nor does she dare to have a trace of slippery. As small as a one-word gesture, she is very focused and serious.

Attention is highly concentrated, and time flies. After the small half of the work was presented in front of me, it was time for lunch.

"Go over first." A few people came in the courtyard, and after seeing Bei Xiaoya's figure, they waved their hands to the people behind them.

The person who followed the task behind him followed the man's line of sight to see the figure in the courtyard, laughed meaningfully, and then dispersed in another direction.

Bei Xiaoya didn't know anything about things not far away, and her attention was still on the pen in her hand.

The slender figure came behind Bei Xiaoya step by step with steady steps, and at this time, Bei Xiaoya, who had run out of red paint, finally let out a long sigh and turned around with a flick of her wrist.

The only remaining bit of paint on the tip of the pen flew towards the person in front of him unguardedly, and it was too late for Yu Yang to avoid it completely. He had to tilt his head subconsciously, and although the paint avoided the front, it still fell scattered on the side of his face and neck.

"Yikes." Bei Xiaoya was startled when she saw the person behind her, and when she saw the paint drops on someone's face, her hands and feet immediately began to panic, "I'm sorry, I didn't see you behind, I'll wipe it for you." ”

Bei Xiaoya said as she casually put the things in her hand on the bench beside her, and raised her hand to wipe it off Yu Yang's side face. But she forgot that her hands were also stained with paint when painting, so she touched Yu Yang's face, and Yu Yang's face became even more flowery.

"It's over, it's over." Bei Xiaoya pulled Yu Yang to the pool in the courtyard in a panic, "Hurry up and wash it, your face seems to be more flowery." ”

Yu Yang looked at her with a smile and didn't speak, let her pull her to the edge of the pool, and bent over to let her help clean up the paint on her face.

"It's finally clean." Seeing that the face in front of her had returned to its former heroic appearance, Bei Xiaoya finally breathed a sigh of relief, and there was a smile on her face.

Yu Yang looked at her quietly, and after a long time, he stretched out his hand to help Bei Xiaoya's strand of messy hair hanging on the side of her ear to the back of her ear, "It's hard work." "These days, I am in a hurry to draw drafts, and I have to worry about the work of the clerical office, and there is not a moment of idleness. Even sleeping at night is much more honest than usual, lying in bed is too lazy to move more, not at all like her usual style, I think she is tired.