They are all in the army, who is in love?

Chapter 204: Looking at people by words, the Chen family is really going to have trouble
Chen Ming picked up his backpack and got off the bus and stretched. The intersection of Yuandian Town is only about one kilometer away from Kuoziying Village, so it's not far to walk back.

After getting off.

Since there were no dense and tall buildings around to block the cold wind, when I got off the shuttle bus, a cold wind mixed with the faint smell of gunpowder hit my face.

Chen Ming tightened his collar and strode towards the village.

far away.

A group of half-grown men gathered together, blocking the road in the middle, holding firecrackers and setting off firecrackers.

"boom."

The broken yellow ceramic bowl was blown up to a height of six to seven meters, scaring the naughty children and running away. The adults passing by on the tram were so startled that they braked and muttered something about safety.

Seeing this scene, Chen Ming smiled. Ordinary life is a blessing. Wugai Mountain was hit by mudslides just before the Chinese New Year. They suffered a lot during this New Year.

Relatively speaking, the tranquility of hometown is the life state that people desire most.

Listening to the sound of firecrackers, Chen Ming picked up his backpack and passed by a group of children. One of them had just released the monkey, and the tiger-headed boy stared at him.

Chen Ming timidly walked around and observed for a while. Chen Ming felt it, but did not say hello. He didn't know most children of this age group.

Just treat them as if they were curious about meeting a stranger.

But after walking for more than ten meters, the tiger-headed little guy was still following behind. Chen Ming stopped and was about to ask him why he was following him.

The little guy's eyes suddenly lit up and he shouted: "Are you Brother Ming?"

"Brother, why are you back? My second uncle and my second aunt said you were serving as a soldier and couldn't come back during the Chinese New Year."

"Brother Ming? Second uncle, second aunt?" Chen Ming stared at the child for a few times. The more he looked at it, the more familiar he felt. This little guy looked very similar to his third uncle Chen Qiangshui, both of whom were very strong.

"You are Pengpeng? Pengpeng from the third uncle's family?"

"Yes, Brother Ming, you finally remembered me, haha." Pengpeng rushed over excitedly and hugged Chen Ming, pulling him towards the village.

"It's great, brother, you're back for the New Year. My second uncle and my dad often mention you. I've also seen you on the video projection and the photos you took in the army. I saw them today."

Chen Ming followed the little guy with emotion, and he didn't blame him for not recognizing him. The third uncle's family had been doing aquaculture business in the county and rarely came back.

In the past, there was a big age gap, so we couldn't get along with each other, and we didn't say hello much when we met. Now that we haven't seen each other for several years, it's normal for us not to recognize each other.

"Pengpeng, was it Uncle San who brought you back today?"

"Yes, brother, go back quickly. Our village is very lively today. Every household has gone outside to see Grandpa Wen's house to write Spring Festival couplets. There is a long line of tables lined up at the entrance of the village."

"The adults are all lining up there."

Write Spring Festival couplets? ! !
Chen Ming was slightly startled, and then he remembered that there was indeed such a gathering in Luozi Camp, but it was not a custom. There was an old man named Wen in the village. His calligraphy was very beautiful. It was said that he had been an official when he was young, and later went to Being a teacher gives me a lot of experience. In the beginning, my family just wrote and posted them myself.

We set up a table at the door and wrote some for the neighbors, free of charge, just to have fun, but gradually the whole village came to ask Mr. Wen to write Spring Festival couplets on this day.

The older generation in the village who can calligraphy come out for activities, which is really lively.

The more Chen Ming thought about it, the more he felt itchy in his heart. When it came to making croquettes and fried rice cakes, he was really not good at it. He could only watch a pot and light a fire. But when it came to calligraphy, he was confident that he was as confident as Mr. Wen, or even better.

I used to be the training director of a sports school, and my only hobby was practicing calligraphy. I started practicing when I was young. But I had no money at that time, so I would squat on the concrete floor with a calligraphy brush and dip it in water to write. I would often write all afternoon.

Later, when he had some income, he made his own ink and bought raw rice paper for practice. At that time, the sports school often held activities, and most of them were written by him. In the city's calligraphy circle, his calligraphy was considered a little famous. .

"Quick, quick, brother, do you see it? It's right there."

When he arrived at the entrance of the village, Pengpeng pointed to the crowd gathering in the distance and shouted: "My dad, second uncle, they are all lining up there."

"Let's go, brother, I'll take you to find your second uncle."

The little guy said, let go and ran towards the village. Before anyone entered the village, his voice spread.

"Dad, second uncle, look who's back. Brother Ming, my brother is back as a soldier."

The loud shouting quickly attracted people in the village to look this way.

This was Chen Ming's first time in the real sense of the word, and he was not even prepared. He was yelled at by this guy with a loud voice, "Good guy," and hundreds of people looked at him.

At the CBD Communication Center at the entrance of the village, several old men and women also looked here.

Chen Ming was well-informed and thick-skinned, but he felt a little weak at this time. After all, he was not facing a stranger, but the village where the original owner had lived since he was a child.

"Ah?! Is it really the child of Chen Lao'er's family who is back?"

"Look, tsk, tsk, tsk, look how strong the boy from the Chen family is now. He walks like a breeze."

"Well, he's getting darker and thinner. He must have suffered a lot as a soldier. Among the Chen family's children, the most promising one is back to celebrate the New Year."

Listening to the comments of the people around him, Chen Ming walked to the entrance of the village and greeted with a smile: "Grandma Wang, Grandpa Liu, you are sunbathing, haha, that's good."

"Chen's son, you were not allowed to come back to celebrate the New Year when you were a soldier. Why did you come back? I heard that you became a leader in the army. How many people do you manage now?"

"No, I don't care about them. I'm the staff officer of the camp now and I don't lead any troops."

"Huh? A staff officer in the camp? That's amazing. He's a high-ranking official, the leader of the army, and a capable person with a pen in the war. It's amazing. The Chen family has a capable person." An old man at the entrance of the village Surprised praise.

As a result, it is neither acceptable nor acceptable to accept Chen Ming's words. The chief staff officer of the combined battalion is indeed regarded as the leader, but it depends on who he is. Senior officials are really not in the round.

Just when he was about to change the topic, Pengpeng, who had just run out, came running over from a distance with Chen Qianghe and Chen Qiangshui.

"Mingzi?"

"Really you are back?"

Third uncle Chen Qiangshui looked at Chen Ming in surprise, laughed loudly and said: "Let's go home. Just now I thought it was that little brat Pengpeng who lied to me, but I didn't expect you are really back."

"You guys just sit and bask in the sun. My nephew is back today and I won't be messing around with you anymore."

Chen Qiangshui waved his hand, happily came over and grabbed Chen Ming, looked up and down, and punched Chen Ming in the chest.

"What a good boy, you have become a lot stronger. You are much stronger than your third uncle and me. Come on, take your parents with you tonight. We will go to the county to have a big dinner and give you a cleansing."

Chen Ming smiled and shouted: Third uncle, and looked at his father standing in the distance. Chen Qianghe's personality is not as good as his uncle, and he is not as carefree as his third uncle, but he is very down-to-earth. When it comes to Chen Qiang in the entire Luoziying Village, No one can say anything bad about the river.

"Dad, I'm back."

"Okay, it's good to come back. Just come back. Come on, go home first. Your mother is frying tofu and making rice cakes at home. Let's go home first."

Chen Qianghe looked at his son excitedly, his hands trembling a little. He hadn't seen him for more than two years. As a father, he didn't know what to say.

After this moment of relaxation, Chen Ming got used to it. When he saw the red Spring Festival couplet paper in his father's hand, he smiled and said, "Dad, Third Uncle, are you all here to ask Mr. Wen to write Spring Festival couplets?"

"No, it happens to be a busy day today. I'll write it for our family. I'll go home after I finish. There's no rush for this."

"The army will give me a longer vacation this time. It can last until after the new year. There is no rush."

"You know how to write Spring Festival couplets? Are you taught this in the army?" Third uncle Chen Qiangshui asked in surprise. "Okay, let's go, let's go, if you write well, write a few more for me, and I'll take them to the aquatic products store. If anyone goes to my place to buy New Year's goods this year, I'll give them one. This is written by my nephew, don't You can’t buy it anywhere.”

Chen Ming could tell that his third uncle didn't believe it at all, but his carefree character didn't care about this and was willing to cooperate with him. However, his father, Chen Qianghe, remained silent. Maybe he didn't hear what Chen Ming said at all.

I just immersed myself in the joy of having my son back for a long time.

The entrance of the village was not far from the place where the couplets were written. Within a few steps, everyone in the village gathered around. Chen Ming was now a celebrity in the village.

"Mingming, are you back for the New Year?"

"Yes, Auntie."

"Yeah, Mingzi, did you train too hard in the army? I see that you are much thinner than before, and you are also a little darker."

"Old Chen, why are you still standing there? Your baby is back. Come on, come on. You are in front of me. Hurry up and write the couplet home. The baby has suffered a lot outside."

"Mingming, come on, there are chairs, tea, and the balls your aunt just fried. Come and have some. You must be hungry along the way."

Student Wen, who was writing a couplet, took off his reading glasses and invited the guests. The people in the village were very enthusiastic, and some even those who were close to home had already run back and brought out basins filled with steaming fried burnt leaves and meatballs.

Chen Ming felt warm in his heart.

In the eyes of these village elders, he is still a child.

Third uncle Chen Qiangshui took two meatballs and handed them to Chen Ming unceremoniously: "Eat it, you kid has been a soldier for two years and you are still polite. This is your fifth aunt. You came here to play every day when you were a child." "

"Do you want to write the Spring Festival couplets? If not, let's go back first. I'll catch the wind for you in the evening."

Chen Ming reached out to take the hot meatballs and said with a smile: "Write it. I practiced calligraphy in the army, so I should be able to write a couplet."

Writing Spring Festival couplets in Luozi Camp is not a formal occasion, and there are several young people of the same age nearby writing and drawing with them.

There are many long tables set up on both sides of the road. There are more than a dozen people writing couplets, but only three or four people are writing couplets. They use gold ink and black ink. Those who are practicing just use water to doodle.

Just to create an atmosphere.

Chen Qiangshui classified his nephew as someone who was just adding to the atmosphere, and didn't pay much attention to it. However, he was very used to Chen Ming, so he still actively cleared a table and spread the red paper he brought over on it.

He smiled and said, "Take it and practice. We have plenty of this paper. If you practiced in the army, just write a Spring Festival couplet for the army and let me take a look."

"Chen's baby can also write Spring Festival couplets? Haha, I'll write one for my aunt later."

"Mingzi is really promising. I remember when I was at home, I couldn't even come to watch the Spring Festival couplets written. This team is really training people."

"Do the troops still teach Spring Festival couplet writing? Come on, come on, Mingzi, show it."

Listening to the compliments from the people around him, Chen Ming smiled. The people in the village really regarded him as a child, just like an adult praising the handicrafts of a kindergarten child. He didn't care, but was very pleased.

Chen Ming was not polite anymore, stuffed the meatballs in his hand into his mouth, rolled up his sleeves and stood in front of the table.

Looking at the ink in the bowl and the brush randomly placed on the table, he used to have the habit of licking the pen before writing. Instead of licking the paper, he actually put it in his mouth and licked the ink. The ink he used was made of rosin and other ingredients. The raw materials are ground and edible.

This is a habit he learned from ancient calligraphy masters. Putting it in his mouth can make it easier to adjust the ink on the tip of the pen, making the brush more concentrated and writing more confidently.

Obviously, the ones used in the village did not meet the requirements, but Chen Ming didn't care. He really didn't fear anyone when it came to calligraphy.

Pick up the writing brush, put it in the bowl and fill it with ink, write slowly to quickly, and write with flying dragons and phoenixes: The battle flag is invincible thousands of miles away, showing off the heroism, and the sound of military music is powerful in all directions.

Horizontal batch: Strengthen the power of our army.

At the request of his third uncle, this couplet of his was indeed used in the army. He also planned to write a separate couplet for the first couplet first. After all, it had been too long since he had written it, and the first one he wrote would not be very good. At most, he could Get familiar with it.

But Chen Ming stopped writing.

The surrounding villagers who had just made fun of him were all stunned. Even if they didn't understand, they could at least see that Chen Ming's calligraphy was definitely not a trivial matter.

The writing process is smooth and flowing, and the writing is like clouds and smoke.

Even if he is not a soldier, he will not be hungry with his calligraphy skills.

Even student Wen, who had been writing Spring Festival couplets, put on his reading glasses again and ran over to watch.

For a moment, it seemed as if he had found a soulmate.

He gently picked up the red paper on the table and exclaimed: "What a powerful pen. With one stroke, it looks like a runaway horse flying into the sky and flying away."

"Mingzi, is this really what you learned in the army?"

After all, Student Wen is a well-informed person. Unlike other villagers, just by looking at this word, you can tell that it is not a skill that can be practiced in one or two years, or even seven or eight years.

Facing this knowledgeable elder, Chen Ming smiled: "Grandpa Wen, I used to practice it when I was studying. In the army, I met a comrade who was used to writing calligraphy with calligraphy. He gave me some guidance for a while."

"It's nothing."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, this is nothing. If it were offered to the city's calligraphy association, it would be a contender."

"Awesome, the Chen family is really going to make a comeback. Judging from the character, your achievements are definitely not low."

"Thank you, Grandpa Wen." Chen Ming responded with a smile.

The villagers nearby did not understand these literate conversations, but they only understood the Spring Festival couplets written by Chen Ming, which even Mr. Wen praised.

A group of people gathered around.

"Chen Jiawa, come and write one for your aunt. This year, our house will hang the Spring Festival couplets you wrote on the door. I hope that little bastard in my family can do the same as you."

"Come to Mingzi and write one for your uncle. This is great. Writing Spring Festival couplets is physical work. It's too tiring to trouble Uncle Wen to write hundreds of couplets a day every year. In the future, you can also take on important tasks in our village."

Naturally, Chen Ming would not refuse. On the one hand, he showed calligraphy because his hands were really itchy, and on the other hand, he wanted to show off his abilities as much as possible while at home.

Their family is an only child, and because they are in the military and cannot always be with their parents, showing off more can help their parents get better care in the village.

Third uncle Chen Qiangshui saw his nephew being so popular and ran to the side to watch with a smile.

Father Chen Qianghe was even more pleased. Seeing a group of villagers surrounding his son, he felt extremely proud.

Chen Ming was writing this in the evening. After all, he was young and had strong physical strength. From time to time, Student Wen would come and stand aside to watch, praising him constantly.

The atmosphere was very harmonious.

Just when Luoziying Village was busy.

Dong Guofeng, the general person in charge of the Wei County Armed Forces Department, took some condolences and comrades from the department and drove two military vehicles to Luozi Camp.

Because just now, news came from the army that Chen Ming would be commended for his rescue in Wugai Mountain.

This commendation is different from the past, and now even the city is alarmed.

He wanted to send the news to Luozi Camp in advance.

(End of this chapter)