Wu Yingqiang wanted to write about Zhen Fengwei's master, even though he had never written a newsletter. He recently suddenly had this little Jiujiu, and by being admitted to an adult university, he could have the opportunity to be transferred to work in the propaganda department of the factory. It's too hard to think about, though. The main thing is that it doesn't matter. Although I haven't gotten to the University of Electric Power yet, I can try to write. Lay the groundwork. He asked Guo Guozhu, is Xu Li here?

Guo Guozhu said: "I don't know, I'm thinking about it too." Forget it, wow, be careful Master Liu, they saw it. ”

Wu Yingqiang suddenly smiled, and said with relief and pride: "I have already told Master Jin in the workshop about the examination of the University of Electrical Engineering." ”

Guo Guozhu immediately laughed, thinking to himself, this Wu Yingqiang is still so naïve. But thinking about it again, maybe Wu Yingqiang's family has a way to know who is in the factory, and he is quietly active. This is also like Wu Yingqiang, he is always silent, and he has a lot of hobbies. Thinking about it, he said: "Then, if the workshop agrees, then, it doesn't matter." "Even he could feel an inexplicable jealousy." Well, okay, if that's the case, you don't have to work shifts. ”

Wu Yingqiang shook his head and smiled: "No, I don't know." I've heard it now, but it's not decided yet. "He really doesn't know anything more detailed. He sensed a pressure in his heart.

Wu Yingqiang went to the technical group to take a look first. He stood next to the door frame of the technical group, a little twisted. The door to the technical group looks a bit messy today. The ground was low and sunken, and when Wu Yingqiang stepped into it, several middle-aged people were each on their own drawing boards, looking at the drawing board without raising their heads. No one looked up at Wu Yingqiang. Wu Xinqiang sensed something wrong for a moment, he felt like entering a cowshed where only cows were grazing with their heads down, and these cows would occasionally look up and glance at it with godless eyes. He's an outsider. At this moment, Wu Yingqiang felt a little sad in his heart, he didn't belong here at all.

Thinking like this, my heart suddenly became clear. Xu Li is not there, he can only return to the front group. He is used to following Guo Guozhu, but Guo Guozhu seems to be preoccupied and doesn't talk much. It's even a bit of a goof-header.

In front of the stove, people began to emerge from nowhere, slowly and leisurely gathered together, a bit like a flock of chickens that had been called back, some were anxious, some were not in a hurry, some were pushing each other with hippie smiles, and some were lazily measuring square steps. Da Liu hurriedly rushed to the stove a few steps, looked at the steelmaking record paper littered on the iron box table, sandwiched on the wooden shelf, brushed the ground, squeezed the dipping pen, and stirred a few times in a black inkwell, and said, "What the is it!" The ink is gone, hurry up, who is that," Da Liu turned his head and saw Wu Yingqiang, "You go to the technical group, ask for ink," perhaps feeling that the words were a little heavy, added, "Didn't you just go to the technical group?" "I can't hide anything from Da Liu. Don't look at him with two slender legs all day long, so busy that he can't seem to see anything, in fact, he clearly looks like the secretary of a single canteen, and nothing can escape his eyes.

Wu Yingqiang snorted, picked up the inkwell, lowered his head and walked out. He was not the slightest honor, but uncomfortable. However, as soon as he walked to the door of the technical group, he heard Xu Li talking. Wu Yingqiang thought happily, it was better to come early than to come at a good time. "Hey, Xu Li, I'm looking for you."

Xu Li was a warm-hearted person, turned around, as if he was going out again, and smiled at Wu Yingqiang and asked, "What's the matter, something?" What are you doing in our technical team? Can our technical team come casually? ”

Wu Yingqiang was slightly embarrassed, and immediately laughed: "Pour some ink, hehe." ”

"Pour some ink? Make an IOU first. Xu Li put away the smile on his face, and said with a straight face, "If you don't make an IOU, you won't give it." However, in only a few seconds, his hand had already picked up the round blue inkwell on the table next to him, took Wu Yingqiang's dipping pen, and smiled, "It's really okay, what has become of this one, Heiqi is dirty, it's about to become a steel pipe, come on, Xiao Jiang, take one of your pens and give it to the stove, don't be reluctant." ”

A young girl with short hair sitting at the table with ear-length hair, a clean and delicate young girl, with a smile at the corner of her mouth, like a lace of a moving dumpling. Wu Yingqiang thought so. A ripple rolled in his heart, as if he could see it himself. Wu Yingqiang suddenly smirked shyly, not knowing what to say. He hadn't had any contact with the girls, not even the few girls in the technical school class. The beautiful girl with Qi Er obviously just came, and it was a little unnatural, but she immediately smiled generously: "Oh, how easy is my dipping pen, hey, take it, support the front line, it is incumbent." ”

"Heh, it's a little painful." Xu Li teased. Several other members of the technical group laughed. Wu Yingqiang's face was a little feverish, he could only laugh, and took a dipping pen with a wooden rod and metal tip handed over by Xu Li, and was a little dull for a while, Xu Li pushed him and laughed: "Go quickly, it's time to take a look." ”

Wu Yingqiang forgot what he wanted to say to Xu Li. He's a little wooden. But his steps before returning to the furnace were brisk.

In front of the stove, the fire was in the shade, Da Liu turned the gray and black glasses on his hat suddenly, and half of his face was reflected into a sculpture by the orange firelight, like a beam of focused light on the stage, shining on the side of a glorious image, so proud and upright, people couldn't help but want to laugh. But Guo Guozhu didn't smile, he stared at the long-handled iron spoon in Da Liu's hand. The long-handled iron spoon had once again reached into the orange hearth, and Wu Yingqiang leaned over, as if he was attracted by Da Liu's action of scooping molten steel for the first time. Da Liu didn't like everyone else, first put the steel spoon on a beam of the furnace door, and then pushed the molten steel, he almost only held the bracelet on the head of the long handle with one hand, and then, the beam, stretched in, probed, especially the depth, like the mung bean soup bucket placed in front of the stove in midsummer, no one is not digging hard, digging the mung beans at the bottom of the bucket. Da Liu pricked the spoon deeply, and the head of the spoon stood up in his raised hand, and the next action was to step forward, right arm down, like a spear pierced down. He didn't say a word, completely lost his usual chatter, and brought out a spoonful of molten steel like the moon. The steel mold was just two steps away from him, and the smooth long handle stretched out to the steel mold, like pouring into a mooncake mold, and the molten steel was like a viscous syrup, slowly pouring into the steel mold. The actions of Da Liu in front of him made Wu Yingqiang's heart move, and he remembered an ancient text from middle school, which seemed to be called "Buying Oil". What a kung fu. He leaned over to Guo Guozhu and whispered, "It's amazing." ”