At the gate of the North Military Art,

Xiao You got out of the car, closed the door, and put on a military hat. This straight military uniform is handsome when worn on him, and Xiaoyou has a kind of restrained and free compatibility, which is extremely charming.

Walking in, all the way is already eye-catching, a little calm and calm, you know, it is even more exciting for Zhuang Qing who is waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs

yes

I love him, I can't count it in years, more than ten years.

I saw him for the first time at my aunt's house when I was six years old.

He and his cousin Wan Wan were writing calligraphy on the wall.

Why do you want to write on the wall? Young Zhuang Qing really didn't understand.

I just feel that the two big brothers are really like gods, and the handwriting is also very good-looking.

Later, when I grew up, I also accumulated my knowledge, and then I thought back to the scene I saw at that time, it was really another emotion: young people maintained the most brilliant innocence, in the sea of ink, clothes and steps, conversation and behavior, room layout, social exchanges, can form harmony with calligraphy, their life behavior, simply exude the fragrance of ink

Later, I also heard Xiao You tell why he liked to write big characters on the wall when he was young: "The calligrapher Shi Yiguan of the Han Dynasty likes to drink, but he is often embarrassed by the cost of wine, and his method is to write on the wall of the hotel while drinking. He was writing on the wall, and when he was done, he had to shovel it out himself, and the wall was scarred, but the shopkeeper and the bartender didn't care, they knew calligraphy, and they were amazed. He smiled, "We probably want to achieve such a resonance, of course, there is also some pretentiousness, showing off with words, Liang Ge, a student of the division and the official of the division, later surpassed his teacher in calligraphy, and as a result, he became a figure in the competition for political power at that time." Liang Ge was cast under Liu Biaomen, and Cao Cao specially visited him after breaking Jingzhou, both for his words and for his people. At that time, the relationship between words and people was inseparable. Cao Cao hung his words in the tent, and while strategizing, he also carefully watched "The self-deprecation in the speech is extremely wise and atmospheric because of his free and easy heart."

This is the god of respect, and it is rare to meet, so from the small, Zhuang Qing is afraid of Xiaoyou, and Xiaoyou's identity is placed there, to be honest, as a family relative, Zhenzhen Gui and Wan families have interacted, and relatives even want to avoid meetings, so for Xiaoyou, it is not uncommon for eighteen-year-old Zhuang Qing to even have an inferiority complex since he was a child.

Xiao You walked over and smiled widely, "Your aunt said that you need a note from your parents for leave, and I will go up and write it to you." ”

In Xiaoyou's eyes, this is a little girl like his daughter Hui'er.

You think that in the eyes of outsiders, trillions are not just a little girl, but he didn't see her as a junior from the first sight, although this catastrophe loves to watch cartoons, a big room of dolls, pouting sometimes even more cute than Hui'er, the key is that she has aura, but Xiao You is the only one who is immortal to her, and she is the most beloved big baby who grinds him to death!

"Well, thank you. ”

Zhuang Qing's cowardice was still quite obvious, and he didn't dare to look up at his eyes!

Xiao You didn't care, "Okay, you wait, I'll go up and write a note and come down." "It's all about the nature of work. He was not familiar with this little girl either, speaking of which, she was just the niece of his current head of the family, and he came to pick her up as part of his job.

It wasn't until Xiao You went upstairs alone that Zhuang Qing dared to raise his eyes to look at him, maybe just now he said that he was waiting for himself, and he didn't let him go upstairs with him, and he was a little lost in his heart, but when he really watched his free and easy back go up the stairs, all the loss was swept away, Zhuang Qing felt that he was willing to look at his back like this for the rest of his life!

Xiao You quickly wrote a note down.

Tell me, it's a coincidence, it just so happened that Zhang Xingqiang from the Northern Military Art Organization Department went down to this floor and bumped into Xiao You who came out of the office!

"Small, small!" Zhang Xingqiang raised his hands, so excited that he looked like he was going to bend over.

"Minister Zhang," Xiao You still smiled kindly, raised one hand, Zhang Xingqiang hurriedly held it with both hands, "Director Gui, how can you have time to come in person today" This person who was excited and had a fever called him by name, and now he knew that he quickly changed it, "I'll call Vice Dean Ling!"

Ling Xun, the vice president of the Northern Military Art, everyone knows that he is a small person.

"No need, I'm doing some business today, so I don't have to disturb him. ”

"Oh, you said that you have something to do with a phone call, and you are on the right side of the matter, there have been a few big plays at the National Theater recently, and the tickets have been sent to you,"

"Ling Xun said that there are a few good ones," Xiao You smiled and paused, "Is there a children's troupe, it's better to be lively,"

"Yes, this week's tiger descending the mountain is very suitable for children!" Hurry up, "It just so happens that I still have a VIP ticket in my hand, I'll get it for you now!" I don't know how much affection I have, so I ran upstairs as I spoke. Xiao You originally wanted to stop it, but after thinking about it, it would be better to take trillions to see it earlier, and they will have to go to the outskirts of Beijing to hunt hares next week

That's it, after a delay, I took the ticket and came out.

Zhuang Qing saw that he was happy and happy in his look, which made Xiao You's already good-looking facial features even more fascinating, warm and comfortable, this way, Zhuang Qing sat in the back seat and only kept twisting his head to look out of the car window, in order to avoid staring at the back of his head all the time, otherwise he would find out, but what to do

Carrying her, Xiao You came directly to the unit and picked up Hu Xianhuan, and went to the group of pavilions together.

Not to mention that she is Wan Zheng's wife, Hu Xianhuan is the person in charge of women's and children's affairs in the military department, so naturally her arrival is highly valued by the person in charge of the library.

Everything was carried out in the official scene and procedures, and Hu Xianhuan donated to Shuge a set of Western historical classics given to him by her father Hu Jinquan when he went to France for academic exchanges, and the French president received him.

Hu Zhuangqing, as a representative of the Hu family, made a "gift speech".

In addition to Xiao Zhuangqing's perfect completion of the "gift speech", the rest of his mind must only revolve around Xiao You.

Even Hu Xianhuan didn't notice it, Xiao Zhuangqing noticed it,

Xiao is expected to look at a Jun kiln amphora under the iconic "white crane" picture of Shuge for a while!

Song Jinjun kiln amphora, the inner wall is full of glaze, and the bottom foot is not glazed.

You can't look closely!

Isn't this the amphora that has been on his desk for more than a few years, but was "accidentally broken" by his big baby a few days ago!

There is a fear of mislooking,

Confirmed again and again,

It's not his one!

One, this thing is already rare, if you say that this is not the only one in the world, but, if you really should find it, there are no more than five!

Second, this amphora was originally a remnant when he got it, and Xiao You personally painted and mended it, that is, this unique trace of clumsiness from his own hands called Xiao You is 100% sure that this is his one!

Xiao You's eyes narrowed now,

Mine is here, that, the one that fell that day, which one? The broken one was later picked up by his own hands, and it was because the material, the shape, including the sense of age, were exactly the same as his own, so there was no doubt at the time!

Wan Pozi, what the hell are you doing!

Let me tell you again, this article is still a bit long, I have my own rhythm, and the plot needs to be properly laid out and rendered, thank you for your understanding. Thank you to everyone who encouraged me today, I will write carefully to live up to myself and everyone.