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Chapter 303 The Spring of the Dumb Girl of Eight Zero (16)

The tendons in the old man's waist were stretched, and it was painful to move even a little bit, but he kept holding the crutch in a weird posture, even when he opened his mouth, it could be involved.

Bei Yunxi hurried forward and opened her mouth, forgetting for a moment that she couldn't speak.

So she took out her notebook and quickly wrote a line on it, "Grandpa, is your waist twisted? If yes, blink your eyes."

The old man blinked three times in a row, his expression couldn't help but a little depressed, the holiday was coming soon, he sprained his tendons, and had to lie in bed for at least half a month.

If he can't take care of it well and gets angry with some bastard, he can still suffer from repeated pains for another month or two.

Bei Yunxi is not a doctor, but as a tasker, she has some knowledge of first aid in her brain, so she can provide emergency treatment in the face of emergencies.

In fact, it is easy to twist the muscles and bones when people move too fast. The most common is leg cramps and twists during sleep. The muscles bulge into a swollen lump. If you have experience, straighten your legs and then forcefully break your feet in the direction of your heart. .

Basically, the tendons that went into the wrong place will return to their original position, but if the person does not operate urgently, the tendons will stagnate, causing damage. Even if you go to massage and push and pull later, it will take about two weeks to heal.

What's more, the repair ability of the elderly is poor, and it is normal for a month to recover.

The same is true for the waist, but it is not easy to accurately feel the tendons to push and pull.

Bei Yunxi continued to write with her head lowered, "Old man, I have massaged the tendons of the old man in my family, and I will give you an emergency push and pull. If you feel uncomfortable, please let me know..."

After communicating well with the old man, she groped and pressed on his back directly through the thick cotton coat.

After a while, she confirmed the position of the bulging tendons, and changed her technique and strength according to the direction of the surrounding muscle texture.

Before the passers-by noticed, Bei Yunxi straightened her meridians in a few strokes, and the bulge disappeared without a trace as it appeared.

The old man moved his lower body in disbelief. Except for the slight soreness and discomfort in the bulging area just now, it basically didn't affect his movements.

He thanked again and again: "Little comrade is very capable, thank you so much, if it weren't for you, old man, I would not have a good life this year!"

Bei Yunxi smiled lightly and shook her head, she waved at him without staying long, and ran away.

But when she arrived at the doorman, she wrote two lines in a swish, and pointed to the old man before continuing to go to the office.

As soon as the doorman heard that the old man's waist was twisted, he dared not delay, and ran to the old man:
"Mr. Gu, are you all right? I'll take you to the hospital to have a look?"

The old man smiled and waved his hands, even refusing to be helped:
"It's okay, I just sprained my muscles, and I'm fine now."

"By the way, who was that little girl just now, the new medical staff here?"

"Our capital is really hidden dragons and crouching tigers. Any little girl can do it with sophistication and precision. It doesn't take a few years of hard work to achieve it."

The guard smiled and said, "That's the staff from the art department of the newspaper office, who came to help us dress up the Cultural Palace."

The old man said, "Which newspaper is it from?"

The young man said honestly: "The registration is the Kyoto Daily. I heard that in the next ten years, the Cultural Palace will host all kinds of blackboard newspapers and bulletin boards during festivals and festivals..."

Hearing the Kyoto Daily, the old man's eyes lit up, and he nodded with a smile:

"Kyoto Daily is good. The comrades who work in it have real skills."

In fact, there is a Propaganda Department in the Palace of Culture, but the scale is not large. There are only two or three people in the department, who are responsible for simple publicity work. For slightly creative and large-scale activities, foreign aid must be sought.

At this time, the Propaganda Department, as the liaison unit, is responsible for helping to coordinate the work of the foreign aid units.

Bei Yunxi knocked on the door with a chuckle.

"Comrade Xiaobei, please come in." The lesbian Xiao Zhao who was reading the documents at the desk hurriedly let her in with a smile, and asked while pouring water: "If you encounter any difficulties, just tell them, and we can solve them." If it can’t be solved, find the leader.”

Bei Yunxi handed over what she had written.

Pushing the tea to Bei Yunxi, Xiao Zhao wiped his hands, took it and sat aside to watch.

"Collect excellent paintings from old people and children, and then let them draw them on the walls of the Palace of Culture?"

Bei Yunxi smiled and nodded.

Xiao Zhao hesitated slightly, "Is this possible? Walls are no better than paintings on paper, and the Cultural Palace is not small, and there are many walls around it."

"Even if they are excellent works, but they are different in level, style, etc., they may not be good-looking when they are combined together."

Bei Yunxi motioned her to continue looking down.

There is a solicitation letter written by Bei Yunxi on the façade, with a total of eight themes, such as traditional festivals, traditional virtues, civilized public welfare, lifelong learning, love for the motherland, and so on.

In addition to graphic works, there are also written works and a collection of touching slogans. Putting these elements together may not fail to present a harmonious and meaningful publicity and beautify the wall.

Who said that only advertisements need publicity? In terms of civilization, virtue, sentiment, etc., we should also appeal to the big guys to maintain and get closer.

Xiao Zhao is just a small officer, but it doesn't prevent her from watching it with a feeling of blood rolling. "Comrade Xiaobei's idea is really good. The building of our Cultural Palace is simple and simple. Except for the sign hanging on the main gate, there are no other signs."

"People who are familiar with it can touch the place, but those who don't know it have to walk around."

"The Cultural Palace, it has to be different..."

Bei Yunxi has already clearly written down the work that needs the assistance of the Cultural Palace.

Xiao Zhao said that he would submit it to the leader as soon as possible and implement it immediately.

Bei Yunxi felt that things had to be arranged and implemented little by little, so that they could be completed with quality and quantity.

When she came out of the office, she ran into the old man.

Bei Yunxi smiled slightly and tilted her head slightly, expressing her doubts.

The old man immediately remembered that Bei Yunxi used to write and communicate with himself.

He glanced at her neck with some pity, for fear of offending the little girl, he said with a smile:

"I heard from the guard that you are an employee of the art department of the newspaper?"

"I'm familiar with this cultural palace. If you need anything, just tell the old man!"

"Old man, I can do things for you that the office can do for you. If they can't, I can still..."

Bei Yunxi pursed her lips and smiled lightly, knowing that the old man was bored, seeing that she was a "warm-hearted" person, she pestered her a little bit to find something to do.

She rolled her eyes slightly, lowered her head, wrote a few words on the paper, and handed it over.

"I'm the image ambassador, the lead dancer?"

When the old man saw it, he quickly widened his eyes and waved his hands again and again.

Bei Yunxi continued to write with a smile:
"Old man, I think that the decoration of the Cultural Palace is fixed after all. If we want to reflect the difference in our capital, we have to start with everyone's action."

"Don't rush to refuse. This square dance is for half an hour after a meal. You can stretch your arms and legs and exercise your body. It's especially high. It's hard for men, women and children to refuse."

"This kind of dance is simple and can move the joints of the whole body. It does not require any dance foundation and has a wide audience."

The old man was curious, "Is it really so magical?"

"Then, anyway, you are the one who organizes it. Shall I greet people?"

Bei Yunxi nodded.

The old man responded and asked her what to do next.

Bei Yunxi wrote helplessly: "Dinner, go to the lighting factory in the afternoon, I want to make the lights of the Cultural Palace have a good effect."

The old man chuckled and said, "I'm a person. I used to be restless at work. After I retired, I had nothing to do all day long. My whole body is about to grow hair."

"The most important thing is that it's easy for people to find work when they have nothing to do. I'm feeling irritable now, and I don't like anyone. Just before, my kid didn't enlist in the army as I wanted. He wanted to apply for a major in broadcasting, but I beat him to the pole."

"People are useless when they are old. The pole didn't swing out, but people dodged their waists..."

"The Red Star Cultural Palace is a place where men, women and children love to play. It has a large venue, many entertainment facilities, and often holds events and performances."

"It's the Chinese New Year, and I also want to contribute."

Bei Yunxi nodded with a helpless smile and wrote:
"If you are not afraid of being tired, I really want someone to help you refer to it."

The old man chuckled, "I'm the only one who can't do anything else. No one can compare to me in terms of faultfinding and evaluation!"

It was noon now, and Bei Yunxi took the old man to dinner, "The working meals of our expatriates are reimbursed, and you, as a temporary recruit, also enjoy this treatment."

The old man smiled, not only did not refuse, but also ate a lot.

Bei Yunxi also ate half a steamed bun.

After eating, Deputy Director Tao hurried back from the work unit, and saw Bei Yunxi and the old man in a half-circle on the bike.

His eyes widened slightly, just about to say hello.

The old man was the first to say, "Oh, Comrade Xiaobei, is this your leader?"

"Tell him quickly, I have become your assistant, and I have to give you a double subsidy, so you can't be greedy for me..."

Standing behind Bei Yunxi, he kept winking at Deputy Director Tao and shaking his head.

Deputy Director Tao hurriedly said with a smile:
"Comrade Xiaobei, where did you find the old comrade?"

"The old comrades in the Cultural Palace are all capable people. With his help, our work will definitely get twice the result with half the effort!"

He turned his head and said to the old man, "Old man, it's okay for you to help, but you have to take it easy, don't try to be brave."

Elder Gu poked the ground with his cane, "Why, comrade, you are discriminating against the elderly."

"Don't think that because I hold a cane, my legs and feet are inconvenient!"

"It's not people of the same age who are all pretending to be with crutches. If I walk like flying, those old things won't take me to play. This is called following the crowd..."

Bei Yunxi pursed her lips and smiled, no wonder there is a saying that a family is like a treasure.This old man, also known as an old child, is indeed a bit headstrong, loves to play tricks, and has a changeable personality.

What Deputy Director Tao could say, he could only nod and bow in response, "Comrade Xiaobei, here, this is the approval note from the big boss, and your application is approved."

"And the big boss said that in order to improve our work efficiency, he specially transferred a motorcycle."

"The three of us just face the posters all day long. It's not much use, but Comrade Xiaobei, can you find someone who can drive a motorcycle?"

"When you go out to buy things and contact manufacturers, it's more convenient to take a motorcycle. You can leave as soon as you say, and you don't need to waste time waiting for the car or reversing..."

The old man looked at the words on the batch of notes happily, thinking that the big boss of the Kyoto Daily is very generous to his employees, but this generosity has a degree and a clear purpose.

When was it thoughtful enough to allocate a car to a single employee?

Don't think that he is old and dim-sighted, so he doesn't know, a team of four is enough to use the unit's car?

Then he wondered if he should give him a hand and provide free candidates who can ride motorcycles?
Bei Yunxi's eyes lit up slightly, she hesitated, and felt that this was a bit of a coincidence.

But she also thought that the big boss attaches great importance to the decoration and publicity of the cultural palace for the New Year's atmosphere. After all, the project that is willing to spend money is to strive for the greatest return, right?
She lowered her brows and scribbled on the paper:

"Director, I can ride a motorcycle. My uncle is a repairman, so I have touched all kinds of vehicles."

Deputy Director Tao was surprised, and shook his head with a smile: "The young people nowadays are really amazing. When we were young, cars were not common, let alone touched."

"That's fine, just don't need to trouble others, then Comrade Xiaobei pay attention to safety when riding a bicycle..."

He told him for a long time, mainly because he saw the old man's eagerness to try, and his heart ached!

Bei Yunxi smiled and nodded, and after getting the car keys, she was not in a hurry.

"Old man, let's go to various factories tomorrow."

"Let's go, I'll teach you how to dance, you have to take the lead at night, and take the big guy to exercise!"

The old man followed pitifully, "Comrade Xiao Bei, I know quite a few old ladies who can dance, let them lead the dance?"

"Although old man, I can now knock down two strong men with my bare hands, but dancing is useless, my limbs are uncoordinated..."

Bei Yunxi smiled and rushed to the Propaganda Department, ignoring him.

When she arrived at the place, she borrowed the tape recorder, picked out some tapes, and took the old man to an open place.

"You dance with me, try to learn one, and teach everyone at night."

"We dance from seven to eight every night."

"Today we'll just make do with the dance. Later, I'll find someone to re-record some tapes, with instructions on them, so it's more convenient for the big guys to exercise."

The old man looked at the little girl's exquisite eyebrows and smiling face, and was a little annoyed that he had foolishly thrown himself into the trap, but for the sake of the bastard in the family, he had to perform as a performer!
This is a small garden with withered grass and trees, and the pool in the middle has dried up to a muddy bottom, surrounded by office buildings.

Bei Yunxi turned on the tape recorder and put the tape in.

The types of songs included in the tapes are all similar, and she deliberately chose songs with a slightly stronger sense of rhythm, but also soothing and melodious.

The original owner has a little understanding of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and can hum the songs that everyone loves on the market, so she has already incorporated some body exercises into it in her mind.

Right now, she is leading the old man to dance in the square around the small pool!
(End of this chapter)