The leader's name is Kang Yongsong, a very kind and lovely leader.

The children in the living room are all from his family, some are grandchildren, and two great-granddaughters.

He had a total of ten children in his life, five of whom died on the battlefield, but fortunately, they all left their bloodlines.

After listening to it for many years, I was so shocked that I didn't know what to say.

Yesterday, when he heard Ji Chungeng say, he thought it was a very tragic thing, but now it seems that at least this leader is much better than Cheng Zhongyun.

After small talk, I started working for many years.

Kang Yongsong's five children, except for the eldest one, have photos.

For the boss who didn't have a photo, he said for many years that he could only do his best to paint.

Towards half past ten in the morning, he had completed the drawings of the other four.

Ji Chungeng next to him has always been surprised, because he has been staring at it for many years, and the latter's painting efficiency is too fast.

It was as if he had already copied the photo in his mind, and then enlarged it directly by hand and reproduced it on the paper.

And it is also drawn in accordance with the three-D painting technique, with an extremely realistic restoration technique.

Kang Yongsong and his family were speechless for a long time.

The younger children have been taken outside to play so that they don't affect them for many years.

Older children, quietly reading a book while admiring many years of painting.

As a result, I didn't read much of the book, but I just looked at the paintings for many years.

The family was full of praise for the many New Year's paintings, and a few of the older young people even cried over the pictures.

Obviously, these young people, the people in the picture are their elders.

When painting the boss, many years said to Kang Yongsong:

"Leader, can you give me a rough idea of what your boss looks like?"

The latter was about to speak, when another person came in from outside the small bungalow.

It was Kang Daotong, the youngest son of the leader, who looked like he was in his thirties.

"Dad, Uncle Ji, are you the little Xu who is very good at drawing?"

Kang Daotong looked at many years with a surprised expression, and his tone was neither salty nor light, but the latter didn't like this scrutinizing gaze very much.

"Boss, you speak in a respectful tone." Kang Yongsong couldn't help but scold.

He then apologized for many years, and then began to describe the appearance of the eldest of his family.

For many years at this time, he held a pencil in one hand and sketched at a rapid pace.

Since he didn't know what the main character he needed to paint looked like, after all, he had just asked, and Kang Yongsong said that his eldest was not much like the other children.

In other words, none of his children are alike, they can only be said to be like him, but they are just like, and they are still very different.

Therefore, he can only use a pencil to quickly draw the appearance of the main body of the character.

Subjects such as fat and thin, facial features, etc., all need to have a general outline, and then they can be fine-tuned in more detail.

It is not until the sketch is complete and the subject of the character is determined that the next action can be made.

When he was painting carefully, Kang Daotong next to him was very surprised.

This is very similar to his impression of his eldest brother.

Because for many years, after completing the sketch, the sketch continued on another blank piece of paper.

Soon a third, a fourth, until ten sketches were completed, almost encompassing images of his eldest brother, teenagers, young adults, and middle-aged people approaching forty.

Very much like that.

"Leader, take a look, is there anything wrong?"

At this moment, many years ago, sweat appeared on his forehead, and it was obvious that this wave of operations just now had cost him a lot of effort.

If you want to draw a picture that meets the other person's requirements, you will naturally not hide it for many years.

"Like, too much!"

Hearing Kang Yongsong's excited muttering words, he frowned for many years, and asked the old lady next to him.

The old lady must have been more impressed with her first son.

But she also only said like, not that this is her son.

So, for many years, I had to continue to ask, such as the life of this boss.

I studied in a private school and studied in Great Britain for a year before returning to China to serve in the army.

From the beginning of the Anti-Japanese War until 1943

After listening to this, many years frowned, and had to continue to fine-tune.

After another ten minutes, this time, Kang Yongsong and his wife were already in tears, pointing to the sketch and speechless.

Until this moment, many years were relieved.

He didn't put the temperament on it at all just now, so it looked like it, but it was similar but not like a god, which was actually quite fatal in painting.

After all, the same person, different temperament, the difference is still very big.

Just like Duan Xiaoyu he saw this morning, judging from his appearance, there was almost no difference from Liu Wanqiu.

That is, Liu Wanqiu is a little more rounded, and Duan Xiaoyu is more thin and beautiful.

This should have a lot to do with lifestyle habits.

But the two looked obviously the same person, and for many years they guessed that they should be twins.

As for what happened here, I didn't care for many years.

"Then leader, shall I continue to draw?"

With the consent of Mr. and Mrs. Kang, they continued to paint for many years.

At this time, Kang Daotong next to him was stupid.

He has been completely conquered by many years of this amazing way of painting.

It's awesome.

Should I say it or not, there are no photos, and just by dictating the text, painting a person like this is almost like taking a photo.

Such a talent is a mess.

But soon, Kang Daotong frowned.

Because such a talent is actually just working in a design institute?

So, he came to Ji Chungeng's side and asked softly:

"Uncle Ji, this Xiao Xu is now working in your design institute, right?"

The latter withdrew his gaze from the colored sketch, looked at Kang Daotong in surprise, and nodded lightly.

"That's the case, Uncle Ji, you usually love me the most, I recently encountered a tricky case, can you help me?"

When Ji Chungeng heard this, he rolled his eyes and pointed directly to many years:

"Don't get close to me, what do you want to do, just ask people directly, why are you looking for me?"

"Hey, hey!" Kang Daotong was cheeky and continued to say:

"Uncle Ji, Xiao Xu didn't you recruit him to the design institute, in this way, you let him come to me, you see, a talent like him shouldn't be buried."

"I said well-off, you don't understand what I'm saying, do you? Can I make decisions for others? Why don't you ask people directly about this offense? He's right here, you can ask directly later, I won't participate. ”

Ji Chun Geng is not stupid, and he is not on the road at all.

This made Kang Daotong very helpless, and he didn't know him well for many years, why should people help him?

At half-past eleven, many years of painting was finally finished.

It's quite tiring, mainly because it's too energy-consuming to paint the boss.

At this time, the daughter-in-law of Leader Kang brought fruit, which was pears.

"Xiao Xu, are you tired? Eat some pears first, this is a big white pear that I just bought from the supply and marketing cooperatives this morning, eat it quickly, it's very sweet. ”

Generally speaking, in September, the pears are almost fully ripe.

It's the end of August, and it's time for the big white pears to go on the market, because farmers can't wait until they're all ripe before picking them, because in that case, the trees are likely to spoil.

I haven't been polite for many years, so I thanked him, picked up the washed big white pear and took a bite.

Sure enough, it was very sweet and juicy.

Slipping down his mouth and down his neck, he wiped off the juice with the back of his hand for many years, and continued to bite again.

Smile and praise, it's delicious, it's sweet, thank you leader.

"Then you eat a few more, Xiaohui, you go and pack a few more pears, and remember to bring them home for Xiao Xu later."

The old lady wiped her tears, withdrew her gaze from the picture, and said to her daughter-in-law for many years.

Her daughter-in-law whispered a soft answer, turned around and went to work.

For many years, he hurriedly said that he didn't need to, he just ate a pear.

However, the old lady was already thinking about lunch.

For many years, he didn't want to stay to eat, so he looked at Ji Chungeng as if asking for help, but the latter didn't see it.

Kang Yongsong pointed to the painting, praised it repeatedly, his expression was very grateful, and said that he would have a few more drinks later.

Well, since it's hard to resist hospitality, let's enjoy it.

Due to the large number of Kang families, several tables were divided, and the children alone were divided into two tables.

As for many years, he was with Ji Chungeng, at the main table, eating and drinking with the father and son of the Kang family.

Unexpectedly, the Kang family's table was not northern pasta, but rice.

For many years, I was quite surprised.

For him, whether it's pasta or rice, he likes it all.

It's just that since he was reborn, he has been eating pasta and has never eaten rice at all.

Today's meal was his first white rice meal since his rebirth.

Eating white rice, I was thinking that I would go to the supply and marketing cooperatives in the afternoon to see if I could buy some rice.

Now the food stamps are tight, and he still has dozens of catties of food stamps in his hand, so he can try them.

After a while, after the summer harvest, it is estimated that there should be food on the black market, and you can buy a little.

Hmm, I just don't know how much food I can store in this bracelet space?

Because of a meal of white rice, my thoughts have been wandering for many years, and when I eat, I often wander.

made everyone think he was uncomfortable, and they didn't persuade him to drink.

This famous scene of pretending to be stupid and stunned made Ji Chungeng stunned.

The heart said good boy, could he see that Kang Daotong had something to ask him for help?

Or does this kid really have something on his mind?

Ji Chungeng smiled in his heart, and he didn't break it.

On the contrary, it was Kang Daotong next to him, who had been looking for many years to get closer, and then pulled many years to the unit to help.

As a result, his performance at the dinner table for many years was completely different from the concentration and seriousness of his paintings.

If it weren't for the fact that it has been under everyone's nose for many years, it is estimated that everyone would have thought that they have been replaced for many years.

finally finished eating, and after many years of resignation, Kang Daotong was very anxious, so he hurriedly stopped the other party and said:

"Xiao Xu, do you have time in the afternoon? You're not a veteran, you haven't had a gun in a long time, have you? Why don't you go to my place in the afternoon? ”

For a soldier, a gun is a second life.

Even if you are discharged from the army, you are still very interested in guns.

Kang Daotong is also prescribing the right medicine, thinking of opening a breakthrough from here.

However, for many years, he shook his head and politely refused:

"I still have something to do in the afternoon, and I don't really like guns, and my marksmanship is also terrible, let's talk about it next time I have a chance, thank you for the leader's hospitality today, goodbye."

What does it mean to have a chance next time?

It's a question of whether we can meet again next time!

For many years, he was born again, and he loved peace, and although he liked to exercise and increase his force value, he actually didn't like violence.

As for marksmanship, according to the memory of the original body, he knew that his marksmanship was not bad for many years.

In the army, the name of sharpshooter is very rare, and for many years as an officer, if the marksmanship is too ordinary, it is really difficult to discipline the soldiers.

So, in fact, he has been a quasi-sharpshooter for many years, and he still lacks actual combat experience.

Kang Daotong still wants to say something, he has been gone for many years.

Before leaving, Kang Yongsong and his wife insisted on stuffing gifts for many years and asked him to take them back to eat.

It is estimated that I have asked Ji Chun Geng, and I know that there have been many people in my family for many years, so the gifts I prepared are very practical.

Anyway, after many years of carrying it in my hand, it feels quite heavy.

It's all tied to the back seat of the bike, and there are two net pockets hanging from each side of the front handlebar.

Bicycles of this era basically have a rear seat, and some are specially accompanied by cushions.

From here, it can be seen that Kang Yongsong is indeed a very down-to-earth and hospitable person.

On the way back, Ji Chungeng asked for many years, was he pretending to be stupid at the dinner table just now?

"Director, I didn't pretend? I was thinking about the rice just now. ”

After many years of being stunned, to tell the truth:

"I thought I hadn't eaten rice in a while, but in the army, I could eat it often."

"I'll go to the supply and marketing cooperatives and buy some rice later."

According to the original memory, when I was in the army, rice was eaten every other day in the cafeteria.

Because the troops are all soldiers from all over the country, their eating habits are different, although they can't completely follow the habits of the soldiers, they try to take care of them as much as possible.

For example, there will be a huge difference between eating spicy food and not eating spicy food, eating pasta and eating white rice.

"Then you don't have to buy it, in your back seat, the leader will give you ten catties of rice, which is enough for your family to eat for a while."

Hearing Ji Chungeng's words, he was directly speechless for many years.

"Director, what did Leader Kang give me? It feels like you've betrayed me, so you can't give me a bike ticket, right? ”

When Ji Chungeng heard this, his eyes widened, and he said:

"You kid really dare to think about it, you eat and take, you really think how great you are?"

Bike tickets are tight, mainly because they are tied to the bike.

At this point in 1958, there was not much steel production in the mainland, and if you wanted to build a bicycle, you had to go as planned.

There are so many people, the output is limited, and the production is planned, so it has long been such a special situation.

So, if you don't have a bike ticket on hand, you don't even want to buy a bike.

What's more, Kang Yongsong did send a lot of food.

(End of chapter)