Unlimited wastelander

Chapter 127

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In the recruit company club, a veteran with the rank of sergeant stood at the door. When he saw Company Commander Zou coming over, he saluted him. The non-commissioned officers are different.

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

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

"Political commissar? What will the chief executive do if he finds me?" Xiao Peng was full of doubts. He saw Company Commander Zou turn around and signaled to him. When he walked to the door, he was alone with the guards and acted as a sentry.

From the corner of his eye, Xiao Peng instantly saw the situation of the club clearly. At this time, there was a long table in the club. His back was facing Xiao Peng, and his eyes were focused on the plaque hanging on the wall of the club. Xiao Peng used the tip of a gun to write "Serving the country with loyalty" with four thin gold characters on the wall of the club.

"Report." Xiao Peng stood at attention three meters away from Political Commissar Zeng and shouted a report. After Political Commissar Zeng turned around, he raised his hand and saluted, and said loudly: "Comrade Chief, the recruits are in three companies, one row and one row. Xiao Peng, a soldier in the squad, is reporting to you, please give instructions."

Political Commissar Zeng looked Xiao Peng up and down, and the more he looked, the more he was satisfied, he walked up to Xiao Peng with a smile, patted his arm, and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, 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 frail scholar. A trace of iron and blood flashes in his eyes from time to time, which makes Xiao Peng deeply realize that this is A Confucian general.

"Xiao Peng! Do you know why I asked you here?" Political Commissar Zeng asked Xiao Peng kindly.

"Xiao Peng doesn't know, please give instructions to the political commissar." Xiao Peng replied sternly.

"Hehe, don't be so nervous, relax, now is the rest time, not on the training ground." Commissar Zeng waved his hand to Xiao Peng with a smile, and said something that officers would only say to soldiers they liked. Then he continued: "Can you tell me, who taught you your calligraphy?"

Don't think that all officers are so approachable. The army, to put it bluntly, is a place that depends on ability and ability. If you have ability, the chiefs will naturally be approachable and amiable to you. If you are just an ordinary man without any outstanding features Xiao Bing, I'm afraid you won't even have the chance to talk to the chief, let alone experience the chief's approachability.

Naturally, Xiao Peng would not really relax, but only symbolically became less tense, "Report to the 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 it." I am a disciple, but in my heart, I already regard him as my master."

Political Commissar Zeng nodded slightly. It was similar to what the organization knew. It seemed that the old man surnamed Hong was undoubtedly a recluse, but unfortunately he had already passed away. "Oh, hehe, Xiao Peng! Actually, I'm here today! Nothing else, I just want to ask you to write a letter for me, look..."

Xiao Peng secretly smiled inwardly, as expected, just now when he saw the Four Treasures of the Study placed in the club, and the political commissar staring at the words "loyalty and dedication to the country" written by him, he had some vague guesses, combined with the political commissar's refined temperament, Xiao Peng was basically able to confirm his guess. At this moment, it seemed that the political commissar was indeed a calligraphy lover. After seeing the words he wrote on the Spring Festival Gala, he rushed to ask him for words.

"The chief is too polite. This is just a trivial matter. You just give me an order, and I will send it to you after I write it. Why do you need to go there yourself?" Xiao Peng is really not flattering, he really thinks it is just It's a matter of little effort, even if it's an ordinary friend, it only needs to be said, not to mention that he is still the political commissar of the regiment, just to ask someone to write a letter, as for running here specially?
This is why Xiao Peng's calligraphy ability came so easily, so he said this. In this world, who wants to become a calligraphy master without years of study, practice, and polishing before finally succeeding?

Therefore, those calligraphers cherish their own calligraphy very much, and they will not let it out easily, especially those famous calligraphers, who want to get a pair of calligraphy, need to come to the door, so there is the "seeking words" "This is the same for paintings.

"Hehe, this word! Of course, it is only meaningful if you see it appear on the paper stroke by stroke with your own eyes." Political Commissar Zeng replied with a smile, then stretched out his hand to the other side of the table, and said to Xiao Peng: " So shall we start now?"

"No problem, I don't know what the political commissar wants Xiao Peng to write?" Seeing this, Xiao Peng stopped being polite, rolled up his sleeves, exposed his strong forearms, and walked to the long table, where rice paper had been spread , Xiao Peng picked up two long paperweights and pressed them in the middle of the rice paper, stroked to both sides, and immediately smoothed the rice paper.

"Hmm... just help me write "Xia Ke Xing"!" Political Commissar Zeng thought for a while before saying.

Xiao Peng nodded, picked up the writing brush on the pen stand next to him, and looked at it, and then showed a surprised expression, "Hey, political commissar, this is the authentic rabbit shoulder Zihao brush! Do you like cursive or cursive?" The reason why Xiao Peng asked this is because the so-called rabbit shoulder Zihao pen is a writing brush made of the black pointed hair on the back of the mountain rabbit. The hair is relatively rigid and is most suitable for writing running script and cursive script.

The political commissar was overjoyed when he heard this, and laughed and said: "Hahaha, you are really an expert, okay, okay! Finally, there is someone in this group who has a common hobby. Those gangsters are so rough that they know swords and guns all day long. They also know that it is a pen, so how can they know what Zihao Langhao is, haha!"

The political commissar's hearty laugh made Company Commander Zou, who was standing like a green pine at the door, and the guard look back curiously. Seeing the political commissar pat Xiao Peng's shoulder very kindly, Company Commander Zou showed a knowing smile. But the clerk gave Xiao Peng an appreciative glance. He could make the chief laugh so much. This kid has a future.

After the political commissar excitedly patted Xiao Peng on the shoulder, he continued: "Personally, I prefer running script. It's not as slow as regular script, and it's not as difficult to read as cursive script. Between the two, it has the strengths of the two fonts, so my favorite is running script."

Xiao Peng nodded and said with a smile: "Since that's the case, then I'll use running script to write a knightly line for the political commissar!"

"That's great, you can write me a running script in thin gold body!" Political Commissar Zeng nodded repeatedly.

"Thin gold body?" Xiao Peng frowned slightly, and said tentatively: "Political commissar, the last time I wrote the thin gold body for loyal and loyal service to 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. , I can use the thin gold script to write the hero's line, I always feel that it is a bit nondescript, Li Bai is from the Tang Dynasty, how about I write it in Feibai script?"

"What? You mean you can also write Feibai? How is it compared to the thin gold?" Political Commissar Zeng looked at Xiao Peng in surprise and asked.

Regarding Political Commissar Zeng's question, Xiao Peng smiled slightly and did not answer. He directly extended the brush into the inkstone, dipped it in ink, and without thinking about it, directly swipe it from left to right and from top to bottom.

He had just written the title of the poem "Xia Ke Xing", and political commissar Zeng understood that Xiao Peng could indeed write Fei Bai, and his level was not weak. The first is full of admiration for knights, and the yearning for saving danger and helping people in need, and making contributions in the world, "Xiaker Xing" comes to life on the paper.

"Zhao Keman and Huying, Wu hooks are frosty and snowy; silver saddles shine on white horses, rustling like shooting stars; killing a man in ten steps, he will not stay for a thousand miles; when things are done, go away with clothes, hide yourself and get a name; spend time in Xinling and drink, Take off the sword and cross your knees; eat Zhuhai with burnt rice, and persuade Hou Ying with a glass of wine; three cups of spitting promises, and the five mountains will be light; , Xuanhe Daliang City; even if you die as a hero, you will not be ashamed of being a hero in the world; who can write your Excellency, the White Head Taixuan Sutra."

(End of this chapter)