Cartoonist's Dream

"Squad leader, you said this Internet - is it called the Internet? Did you really have that email?" The soldier rested in the grocery store for a while, stepped on the water boots to patrol the river bank again .

The task of patrolling is to see where the sandbags are loose and leaking, whether there are branches stuck between the sandbags, and whether there is a danger of the sandbags being pried open.If the situation is found, immediately check for deficiencies in dangerous places and make up for leaks, and sandbags should be adjusted for reinforcement when dangerous river embankment sections are found.

"Danzi, it's all on the news, do you still doubt it?" It was another soldier who answered him.

"I just wonder why we didn't tell us earlier. If only our eight-member team can fight against sandbags two months ago, and one person can resist [-] bags a day, I don't believe that the gap in the Yangtze River can be washed away!" The soldier said angrily.

One person carries 20 bags of sandbags and piling nails, and within two months, 25 sandbags can be piled up. Each flood control sandbag ranges from 30 to [-] kilograms, and a minimum of [-] kilograms of flood control works can be piled up. [

"Do you know where it crashed?" His teammate asked him a fatal question.

30 kilograms, equivalent to 60 kilograms of sandbags, although there are many sandbags, and they can move more, but it is just a drop in the bucket in the Yangtze River Basin, and eight people can do nothing in places without targeted reinforcement.

"Reply and ask that person!" The burden came from the countryside, with little education, but a very flexible mind.

"Do you know how to go on the Internet, you have a fart e-mail."

"Stop arguing, it's useless to have a mailbox." Their captain knew more than them, and couldn't help saying, "I also received this letter two months ago, and I just wrote back to tell him not to spread rumors , After receiving the news of the Yangtze River’s embankment collapse, I returned several times to ask about the situation. But this person never replied to my email from the beginning.”

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

"The training requirements in the battalion, anyway, I am also a semi-technical soldier." Many people know about this, but he thinks it is best not to tell others.

"Squad leader, if you don't train in the team, we will train you. This is a sign that you are going to be promoted!" Sure enough, someone immediately stopped him.

"Fart, you just gave birth..."

They walked away in a neat line, talking and laughing, but they didn't know that the prophet the whole world was looking for was actually in the private house where they drank sugar water just now!And also ran past them many times, a small, drawing, full of wisdom child, and now he is troubled by his impulsiveness.

——Killing people is easy to say, but after killing people and hiding their corpses, they are full of worries, probably referring to my situation.

Even the prophecy letter is on the news, so don't worry...

——It’s still easier to turn yourself in on the phone...

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

A few days.

"Let's call..." Li Mu murmured.

So I came to my uncle's grocery store on the first floor. In addition to leaving a TV here for people to watch, the telephone used for communication was also moved to the shelf next to the wall, and there was a nameplate saying "Free use by the PLA" next to it.However, in addition to drinking ginger syrup, the People's Liberation Army took a long time to accept the boiled eggs. The reason why the grandma persuaded them was: "Our family has cooked so much that we can't finish it by ourselves. If you don't eat it, you can keep it." It will be destroyed in vain."

In this way, the People's Liberation Army has to eat when they are hungry, and they have to eat even if they are not hungry.

But there is no warranty period for the phone, so Limu has never seen the PLA use it. He guessed: The PLA is probably planning to call home to report safety, but he is afraid that the enthusiastic people will not charge money. [

Thinking of this, Li Mu asked his uncle to help him take down the phone from the shelf.Although the uncle will be a head shorter than him in the future, but now he can't touch the old uncle's shoulder even if he reaches out.

Of course, Li Mu didn't make a phone call to surrender.

Today is August 8th, and it has been a week since the deadline for the painting grand prix, so the results have probably come out.However, this kind of organization's system of publishing and giving feedback has always been very slow. If you want to get news, it's best to ask yourself.Waiting for the Grand Prix to call back is kind of silly.

beep beep...

"Hello, this is the consultation number for the National Youth and Children Summer Vacation Painting Grand Prix. May I help you?" Once the call was connected, an elegant female voice sounded

"Hello, I'm Li Mu, a participant in this painting competition, and I would like to inquire about the award status of the work [Squirrel Summer]." Li Mu explained her name and the name of the work to her.

"Ah, it's the oversized sketch that was framed! I have an impression, I have an impression, did you really draw that one yourself?" The lady on the other side of the phone seemed a little surprised.

There are many works sent from all over the country, the largest of which is Limu's sketch made of full-sheet paper. In order to ensure that the painting can be delivered to the destination properly, it is also wrapped with a picture frame, wood board and foam plastic.At this moment, when she heard that childish voice mentioning "Squirrel's Summer", she immediately remembered about this painting.

"Yes, it took six days to draw, and eight or nine people came to see it." In order to prove what he said, Li Mu included Lu Wei's family, emphasizing that he had many witnesses.

"Wow, the kid is really amazing. I remember that you are in the second grade of elementary school in the information." She felt that the painting of "Summer of Squirrels" was really good, and it made people feel an inexplicable warmth, so she always paid attention to this painting. Drawing information and progress.

"Well, can you tell me about my winnings first?" Li Mu felt that he probably found the right person this time.

"Well, well, the situation here is a bit complicated. It's not that you don't draw well. In fact, I think your works are the best among all the children..." Facing Li Mu's question, the customer service hesitated a bit, and talked for a while. A lot of words.

"You didn't win the prize?" Li Mu interrupted.

"Uh, in fact, you won the consolation prize." The tone of the customer service seemed to be very embarrassing.

"Is it convenient for you to tell me the reason? Among the complicated reasons, the less complicated one." Li Mu was very busy knowing where he had lost.

"..." Hearing Li Mu's questioning response, the customer service fell silent.She realized that this child is different from ordinary children, at least in terms of language and paintings, he is more sophisticated than ordinary children, and after thinking for a long time, she said: "The file only has these words [The work is excellent, but it does not conform to the theme and artistic conception, for Let the author make persistent efforts and give a special consolation prize].”

"Can you tell me what the first, second and third prizes are drawn?" Li Mu asked eagerly.

"Pandas, red-crowned cranes, and ink shrimps in the bamboo forest..." The customer service staff counted three works with Chinese characteristics.

Li Mu couldn’t help thinking about these paintings: a panda gnawing bamboo in a bamboo forest, the emphasis is on the bamboo forest and the panda;According to the aesthetic point of view of those old fools, although these three paintings are a little immature, they are in line with the artistic conception of Chinese paintings.

as if...

The domestically produced animation works that can be broadcast on TV in later generations are either "Flying Beep Pig Man", "Beep Beep Naughty Three Thousand Questions", or "Beep Sheep and Beep Wolf".It's not that the work "Beep Sheep and Beep Wolf" is not good, it's just that all the works that can be on stage are works with animal images as the protagonists.There should be no blood, no white thighs, no love affairs, and no "bad influence" on children.

Li Mu's conjecture was immediately confirmed. [

"Actually, what they said made some sense. 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!] What you draw is two People... Well, the scene of three people playing game consoles has been deprived of even the opportunity to be exhibited."

No, no matter how bad the impression is, it is impossible for me to be deprived of the opportunity to exhibit?

Sketch is one of the subjects they allow to submit, how could it not even have the opportunity to be exhibited!

[Team leader, the grandchildren of Mr. Ai, Mr. Bi, and Mr. Xi all participated in the competition this time, what should we do? 】

【Then their works must be pretty good?If someone guides them, it won't be much worse, let's judge and judge the top three respectively. 】

[But there is a painting that is better than theirs. If we show it on stage, we might be criticized by others...]

[Then find a reason to make it impossible to display!Anyway, it's a juvenile competition. The children of Mr. Ai, Mr. Bi, and Mr. Xi are definitely going to be on the road. This time, it's just to mix up the resumes for the children. It's better to sell their personal favors than let other wild people take over. 】

【so be it. 】

As if there was such a picture in front of his eyes, Li Mu 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 will never come back, right? What the hell? If I contribute to you again! I have a pig head...!"

"..." The end of the phone fell silent. I don't know if I was thinking about how to answer, or if I was waiting for the seemingly crazy child to vent, "Little friend, listen to me, it just so happened this time."

Li Mu heard the sound of the door opening on the phone, and the female customer service who answered the phone had to stop at a critical place, as if she was a little jealous of the people who came in.

"I know, I don't blame you, I don't blame you, I'm too radical, I'm really sorry" Li Mu was only angry at the whole painting group, not at a single individual, and continued after apologizing: "If there is a 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 also contains my important memories of them. I am afraid that one day I will forget them because of too long time. "

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

If he didn't want to complete a special task, Li Mu would be reluctant to submit it to the competition. He would rather make a rough work to meet the task.However, it was this confident work that didn't even win the top three places in the children's group, and even lost the right to exhibit because of its bad meaning.

"...I try my best."

"Thank you very much." Li Mu was slightly comforted by her reply, at least someone promised to help, even though she was a stranger she had never met, it was also a placebo for Li Mu, "Then, goodbye."

Li Mu hung up the phone, the yelling just now attracted his uncle's suspicious gaze, only to see the younger uncle raised his eyebrows, and asked his nephew: "What's going on!?"