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In the recruit company club, there was a veteran with the rank of sergeant standing at the door, seeing the company commander Zou coming over, he saluted him, and the company commander Zou hurriedly returned the salute, this is the guard of the regimental organ headquarters, and the people around the chief are different from ordinary non-commissioned officers.

Report. Company Commander Zou stood at the door of the club, put his feet together, saluted, and then said, "Report to the political commissar, I brought Xiao Peng here." ”

"Let him in. A gentle middle-aged man's voice came from the club.

"Political commissar, what will happen to this big chief looking for him?" Xiao Peng's heart was full of doubts, seeing that Company Commander Zou turned around and signaled to himself, Xiao Peng was fully dressed, was in a military hat, and walked into the club in a standard step, Seeing this, Company Commander Zou turned around and walked to the door, and acted as a sentry with the guard.

Xiao Peng instantly saw the situation of the club with the corner of his eye, at this time there was a long table in the club, on the table there were four treasures of the study, a middle-aged man with the rank of colonel on his shoulder, with glasses was facing away from Xiao Peng, his eyes were focused on the wall of the club, Xiao Peng used a gun to write the plaque with four thin gold characters "Jing Zhong Serve the Country" during the last Spring Festival Gala performance.

Report. Xiao Peng stood up three meters away from Zeng's political commissar, shouted a report, and only after Zeng's political commissar turned around did he raise his hand and salute, and said loudly: "Comrade chief, Xiao Peng, a recruit soldier of the third company of recruits, a platoon, and a squad of recruits, report to you, please instruct." ”

Political Commissar Zeng looked Xiao Peng up and down, and the more he looked at it, the more satisfied he became, he walked up to Xiao Peng with a smile, patted his arm, and said with a smile: "Okay, good, the young man's spirit is really good, hehe." ”

Political Commissar Zeng is a middle-aged handsome guy who looks elegant and personable, but Xiao Peng will not really regard him as a weak scholar, and a trace of iron and blood flashes in his eyes from time to time makes Xiao Peng deeply aware that this is a Confucian general.

"Xiao Peng, do you know why I came to you?" asked Political Commissar Zeng kindly to Xiao Peng.

"Xiao Peng doesn't know, please instruct the political commissar. Xiao Peng replied with a straight look.

"Hehe, don't be so nervous, relax, it's rest time, not at the training ground. Political Commissar Zeng smiled and waved his hand at Xiao Peng, saying something that officers would only say to the soldiers they looked at, and then continued: "Can you tell me, who taught you calligraphy?"

Don't think that all officers are so approachable, the army, to put it bluntly, is still a place to look at ability and ability, you have ability, and the chiefs are naturally approachable and amiable to you, if you are just an ordinary soldier who does not have any outstanding places, then I am afraid that you will not even have the opportunity to talk to the chief, let alone experience the approachability of the chief.

Xiao Peng naturally didn't really relax, but symbolically tightened it not so tightly, "Report chief, my calligraphy was taught by Grandpa Hong, oh, Grandpa Hong is the one who taught me kung fu, although he has never agreed to accept me as an apprentice, but in my heart, I have already regarded him as my master." ”

Political Commissar Zeng nodded slightly, it was similar to the situation grasped by the organization, it seemed that this old man surnamed Hong was undoubtedly a hidden master, but unfortunately he had passed away, "Oh, hehe, Xiao Peng! Actually, I'm here today! I don't have anything else, I just want to ask you to help me write a letter, you see......"

Xiao Peng smiled secretly in his heart, sure enough, just now he saw the four treasures of the study room placed in the club, and when the political commissar stared at the four words he wrote Jing Zhong and serve the country, he faintly had some guesses, combined with the elegant temperament of the political commissar, Xiao Peng can basically determine his own conjecture, at this time, it seems that this political commissar is really a calligraphy lover, after seeing the words he wrote in the Spring Festival evening, he ran to ask for words.

"The chief is too polite, this is just a trivial matter, you command, I will send it to you after I write it, why do you need to run it yourself?" Xiao Peng is really not a sycophant, he really thinks that this is just a matter of effort, even if it is an ordinary friend, he only needs to say it, not to mention that he is still the political commissar of a group, just to ask someone to write a letter, as for the special run over?

This is also the reason why Xiao Peng's calligraphy ability is too easy to come by, so he will say this kind of thing, in this world, if you want to become a calligraphy master, which one has not gone through years of study, practice, and polishing to finally succeed?

Therefore, those calligraphy masters cherish their own words very much, and they will not flow out easily, especially those calligraphy masters who are a little famous, and if they want to get their ink treasures, they need to ask for the door, so there is the saying of "asking for words", and the same is true for paintings.

Of course, it only makes sense to watch it appear on the paper with your own eyes. Political Commissar Zeng replied with a smile, then stretched out his hand to the side of the table, and said to Xiao Peng: "Then let's start here?"

"No problem, I don't know what the political commissar wants Xiao Peng to write?" Xiao Peng was no longer polite when he saw this, rolled up his sleeves, revealed his strong and powerful forearms, and walked to the long table, where rice paper had been laid out, Xiao Peng picked up two long strips of paperweight and pressed them in the middle of the rice paper, and pushed them to both sides, and immediately flattened the rice paper.

"Hmm...... You can help me write a picture of "Chivalry's"!" Political Commissar Zeng thought for a moment and then spoke.

Xiao Peng nodded, picked up the brush on the pen stand next to him, and took a look, only then did he show a surprised expression, "Yo, political commissar, you are an authentic rabbit shoulder purple pen! Do you like to write or cursive?"

The political commissar was overjoyed when he heard this, and laughed and said: "Hahaha, it's really an expert, okay, good! There is finally a person in this group who has a common hobby, and that gang of people is big and coarse, and they all know swords and guns all day long, and they also know that this is a pen, how can they know what Zihao wolf is proud of, hehe!"

The political commissar's laughter made the company commander Zou and the guard, who were standing like green pines at the door, look back curiously, and saw the political commissar patting Xiao Peng's shoulder very kindly, Zou Company Commander showed a knowing smile, but the guard glanced at Xiao Peng appreciatively, which can make the chief laugh so heartily, this kid has a future.

The political commissar patted Xiao Peng on the shoulder a few times excitedly, and then continued: "Personally, I prefer Xingshu, which is not as slow as the writing speed of regular script, nor is it as illegible as cursive, but in between, with the length of both fonts, so, my favorite is Xingshu." ”

Xiao Peng nodded and smiled: "In this case, then I will use the book to write a chivalrous trip to the political commissar!"

"That's great, you can write me a book in thin gold!" Commissar Zeng nodded again and again.

"Thin gold body?" Xiao Peng frowned slightly, and said tentatively: "Political commissar, the last time I wrote the thin gold body for serving the country, it was because the thin gold body was created by the emperor of the Song Dynasty, and it belonged to the same period as Yue Wumu.

"What? are you saying that you can also write flying white body, how about it compared to the thin gold body?"

For the question of Political Commissar Zeng, Xiao Peng smiled slightly, did not answer, directly stretched the brush into the inkstone, and after dipping it in ink, he didn't think about it, and swayed it directly from left to right, from top to bottom.

As soon as he wrote the three words of the poem "Chivalrous Journey", Political Commissar Zeng understood that Xiao Peng could indeed write Feibai, and the level was quite not weak, and he couldn't help but widen his eyes, and watched Xiao Peng's pen go like flying intently.

"Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Hook Shuang Xueming; Silver saddle shines on a white horse, sassy like a meteor; Kill one person in ten steps, do not stay for a thousand miles; Leave your clothes and go to hide your body and name; Idle past the letter tomb to drink, take off the sword and kneel forward; Eat Zhu Hai, hold the sword and persuade Hou Huan; Three cups of Turannuo, Wuyue is light; After the eyes are dazzled and the ears are hot, the spirit is full of energy; Save Zhao and wave the golden mallet, Handan is shocked first; the two heroes of Qianqiu, Xuanhe Daliang City; The bones of the heroes who are dying, not ashamed of the world; Who can write Your Excellency, the white head is too Xuanjing. ”