Chen Ming picked up his backpack and got off the shuttle, stretched his waist at the intersection of Yuandian Town, which was only about a kilometer away from Yanziying Village, and it was not far to walk back.

After getting off the bus.

Since there were no dense and tall buildings around to shield him from the cold wind, he suddenly got off the bus, and a cold wind mixed with a faint smell of gunpowder came to his face.

Chen Ming tightened his collar and strode towards the village.

Distance.

A group of half-sized children were gathered together, blocking the middle of the road, holding firecrackers and setting off firecrackers.

"Bang."

The yellow ceramic broken bowl was blown six or seven meters high, and the frightened bear children scattered and ran away, startling the adults who were passing by and riding the tram around, and muttered a few words, nothing more than paying attention to safety and the like.

Seeing this scene, Chen Ming smiled, ordinary is blessing, Wugai Mountain is close to the New Year but suffered from mudslide disasters, this year's New Year, they have suffered a lot.

Relatively speaking, the tranquility of the hometown is the most desired state of life for the people.

Listening to the sound of firecrackers, Chen Ming lifted his backpack and passed by a group of children, one of whom had just finished releasing the Sky Monkey, and the tiger-headed kid stared at him.

Timidly went around behind him and observed for a while, Chen Ming felt it, but he didn't say hello, he didn't know most of the children of this age.

Only when they are curious to meet the living.

But after walking more than ten meters, the little guy with a tiger's head and a tiger brain was still following behind, Chen Ming stopped and was about to ask him what he was doing with him.

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

"Brother, why are you back? The second uncle and the second aunt said that you can't come back after serving as a soldier for the New Year. ”

"Brother Ming? Second uncle, second uncle? Chen Ming stared at the child a few times, and the more he looked at it, the more familiar he felt, this little guy was very similar to his third uncle Chen Qiangshui, and they were all particularly strong types.

"Is it Peng Peng? Peng Peng of the third uncle's family? ”

"Yes, Brother Ming, you finally remembered me, haha." Peng Peng excitedly rushed over and hugged Chen Ming, and pulled him to the village.

"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 still saw it today."

Chen Ming followed behind the little guy with emotion, and it was no wonder that he couldn't recognize it, the third uncle's family had always been working in the county and rarely came back.

In the past, there was a big age gap, I couldn't play together, and I didn't say hello when I met, but I haven't seen each other for a few years, and it's normal not to recognize it.

"Peng Peng, did the third uncle bring you back when you came back today?"

"Yes, brother, hurry back, our village is lively today, every family went outside to find Grandpa Wen's house to write Spring Festival couplets, and there was a long table lined up at the entrance of the village."

"The adults are lining up there."

Write Spring Festival couplets?!!

Chen Ming was slightly stunned, and then remembered that there was indeed this kind of assembly in the Yanzi camp, but it was not a custom, there was an old man surnamed Wen in the village, and the calligraphy was particularly beautiful, it was said that he was an official when he was young, and later went to be a teacher, in short, he had a lot of experience, at first he was just written by his own family and pasted by himself.

A table is at the door, and the neighbors also write about it, and they don't charge money to make it lively, but it slowly becomes that the whole village comes to find Mr. Wen to write Spring Festival couplets on this day.

The older generation in the village who can write with a brush will come out to carry out activities, and it is indeed very lively.

The more Chen Ming thought about it, the more itchy his heart became, if he wanted to talk about croquettes, he really couldn't fry rice cakes, at most he could watch a pot and burn a fire, but when he wanted to talk about calligraphy, he was confident that he really didn't lose to Old Man Wen, or even better.

In the past, I was the director of the sports school, and my only hobby was to practice the brush, and I started to practice when I was young, but I didn't have money at that time, so I squatted on the concrete floor with the brush and dipped it in the water to write, and often wrote it all afternoon.

Later, when there was income, he made his own ink, bought rice paper to practice, at that time the sports school often engaged in activities, most of them were his hands to write slogans, when he was in the city calligraphy circle, his brush words are a little famous class.

"Hurry up, brother, do you see? Right there. ”

When he arrived at the entrance of the village, Peng Peng pointed to the crowd gathered in the distance and shouted, "My father and second uncle are all queuing up there."

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

As he spoke, the little guy spread his hand and ran towards the village, but before the people entered the village, his voice spread.

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

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

Chen Ming was originally the first time to come to the camp in the real sense, he was not ready, he was shouted by this kid in a loud voice, good guy, hundreds of people looked at him in unison.

At the CBD exchange center at the entrance of the village, several old men and old ladies also looked at this side.

Chen Ming is well-informed and thick-skinned enough, he is a little empty at this time, after all, he is not facing a stranger, it is a village where the original owner has lived since he was a child.

"Huh?! Is it true that the children of Chen's second family are back? ”

"Look, tsk, look at how strong the Chen family kid is now, and he walks with the wind."

"Well, it's dark, and I've lost weight, I should have suffered a lot as a soldier, and among the Chen family's children, the most promising one came back for the New Year."

Listening to the discussions of the people around him, Chen Ming walked to the entrance of the village and greeted him with a smile: "Grandma Wang, Grandpa Liu, you are basking in the sun, haha, it's good."

"Chen family baby, didn't you become a soldier and didn't let you come back for the New Year, why did you run back? I heard that you have become a leader in the army, how many people are you in charge of now? ”

"No, I don't care about a few, I'm now a staff officer in the battalion, and I don't lead soldiers."

"Yo? Staff officers in the battalion? That's amazing, it's a big official, it's the head of the army, it's a powerful person who fights with a pen, it's amazing, the Chen family has a powerful person. An old man at the entrance of the village praised in surprise.

Chen Ming can't take what he said, and he can't take it, the chief staff officer of the synthetic battalion can indeed be regarded as the leader, but it also depends on who he is right, the senior official, it really can't be his turn.

Just when he was about to find a topic to change, Peng Peng, who ran out just now, took Chen Qianghe and Chen Qiangshui ran over from a distance.

"Mingzi?"

"Are you back?"

Third Uncle Chen Qiangshui looked at Chen Ming in surprise, and laughed: "Let's go, go home, just now I thought it was Peng Peng's little rabbit cub who deceived me, but I didn't expect you to come back."

"You sit and bask in the sun, my nephew is back today, so I won't accompany you to spray blindly."

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

"Good boy, I'm a lot stronger, much stronger than your third uncle and me, go, take your parents tonight, let's go to the county for a big meal, and pick you up and wash the dust."

Chen Ming shouted with a smile: 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 arrogant as the third uncle, but he is very real, and in the entire Yanziying Village, when it comes to Chen Qianghe, no one says a bad one.

"Dad, I'm back."

"Okay, come back, come back, let's go, go home first, your mother is fried tofu at home, hit rice cakes, let's go home first."

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

Chen Ming also adapted to this relaxation, and when he saw his father holding the red Spring Festival couplets in his hand, he smiled and said, "Dad, third uncle, are you all here to find Old Man Wen to write Spring Festival couplets?"

"No need, it's just a lively day, I'll write it for our family, and I'll go home after writing, and I'm not in a hurry for this meeting."

"The army gave me a long vacation this time, and I can do it until the New Year, so I don't worry."

"Can you write couplets? The army still teaches this, huh? Third Uncle Chen Qiangshui asked in surprise.

"Okay, let's go, if you write well, write me a few more pairs, I'll take it to the aquatic store, whoever goes to my place to buy New Year's goods this year, I'll give him a pair, this is written by my nephew, I can't buy it anywhere else."

Chen Ming could see that the third uncle didn't believe it at all, but his arrogant personality didn't care about these and was willing to cooperate with him, but his father Chen Qianghe didn't say anything, maybe he didn't hear what Chen Ming said at all.

I just indulged in the joy of my son's return for a long time.

The entrance of the village is not far from the place where the couplet is written, and after walking a few steps, the people in the village have gathered around, and Chen Ming is now a celebrity in the village.

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

"Yes, Auntie."

"Ah, Mingzi, are you training too hard in the army, I see that you have lost a lot of weight and darkened a little bit compared to before."

"Lao Chen, what are you still doing in a daze, your baby is back, come on, come on, you are ahead of me, quickly write the couplet and go home, the child has suffered a lot outside."

"Mingming, come on, there are chairs, tea, and your aunt's freshly fried meatballs come over and eat some, I'm hungry along the way."

The Wen student, who was writing a couplet, took off his reading glasses and opened his mouth to invite, and the people in the village were very enthusiastic, and even those close to home had already run back and came out with a basin, which was filled with fried burnt leaves, meatballs, and steaming.

Chen Ming's heart warmed.

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

The third uncle, Chen Qiangshui, unceremoniously took two balls and handed them to Chen Ming: "Eat, how can you be a soldier for two years and become polite, this is your fifth aunt, you ran over to play every day when you were a child."

"Do you want to write the Spring Festival couplets, if you don't write them, let's go back first, and I'll pick you up in the evening."

Chen Ming stretched out his hand to take the hot balls, and said with a smile: "Write, I have practiced calligraphy in the army, and it should be okay to write a Spring Festival couplet."

It is not a formal occasion for the Spring Festival couplets to be written, and there are a few young people of the same age next to them who are holding them to write and paint.

There were many long tables on both sides of the road, and there were more than a dozen people who wrote, but there were only three or four people who wrote couplets, using gold ink and black ink, and those who practiced were scribbling with dipped water.

It's just an atmosphere.

Chen Qiangshui also put his nephew into the category of making the atmosphere, and he didn't care too much, but he was very used to Chen Ming, so he still actively cleared out a table and spread the red paper he brought over on it.

smiled and said: "Take it and practice, we have this paper, you practiced in the army, just write a Spring Festival couplet for the army and I'll see."

"Chen Jiawa can also write Spring Festival couplets? Haha, then I'll write a copy for my aunt later. ”

"Mingzi is really promising, I used to remember at home, I didn't even come to see the Spring Festival couplets, this army is really a workout."

"Does the army still teach to write Spring Festival couplets? Hurry up, Mingzi, show show. ”

Listening to the praise of several people around him, Chen Ming smiled, the people in the village really regarded him as a child, just like an adult who praised the handicrafts of kindergarten children, and didn't care, but was very pleased.

Chen Ming was not polite, stuffed the balls in his hand into his mouth, rolled up his sleeves and came to the table to stand still.

Looking at the ink in the bowl, the brush placed on the table at will, he used to have the habit of licking the pen before writing, not licking the paper, but really licking the ink in his mouth, the ink he used was ground with pine resin and other raw materials, which was edible.

This is his habit of learning from the ancient calligraphy masters, and it is easier to adjust the ink on the tip of the pen by putting it in his mouth, so that the brush is more concentrated and the pen is more confident.

Obviously, the village can't meet the requirements, but Chen Ming doesn't care, in terms of calligraphy, he really doesn't care about anyone.

Pick up the brush, put it into the bowl and stain it with ink, the pen from slow to fast, the dragon flying and the phoenix danced and wrote: The battle flag hunting is invincible and heroic, and the sound of military music is majestic and majestic.

Horizontal batch: Strengthen our military might.

At the request of the third uncle, his couplet is indeed used in the army, and he also plans to write the first pair of individual ones, after all, he has not written for too long, and the first one will not be very good, at most let him be familiar with it.

can be when Chen Ming stopped writing.

The villagers around who were joking just now were all stunned, even if they didn't understand, at least they could see that Chen Ming's calligraphy was definitely not as simple as a small fight.

The writing process is smooth, and the pen is like a cloud.

Even if you don't go to the army, you can't go hungry with this hand.

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

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

Gently picked up the red paper on the table, and exclaimed: "What a pen power, one stroke down, look like a loose horse coming into the air, and disappear from the dust."

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

Wen Xuexue is a well-informed person in the end, unlike other villagers, just by looking at this word, he knows that it is not a year or two, or even seven or eight years of kung fu.

Facing this knowledgeable elder, Chen Ming smiled: "Grandpa Wen, I also practiced when I was studying before, and I met a comrade-in-arms who was used to writing calligraphy in the army, and the other party instructed me for a while."

"It's nothing."

"Tut-tut, this is nothing, if it is brought to the calligraphy association in the city, it will have a competitive power."

"Amazing, the Chen family is really going to be a dragon, judging from the words, your achievements are definitely not low."

"Grandpa Wen has won the prize." Chen Ming responded with a smile.

The villagers next to him didn't understand these crepe conversations, and only understood the Spring Festival couplets written by Chen Ming, and even Old Man Wen praised them.

A crowd gathered around.

"Chen Jiawa, come and write a pair for your aunt, this year we will hang the Spring Festival couplets you wrote at the door, I hope that my bastard boy can be like you."

"Come to Mingzi, write a pair for my uncle, it's good now, writing Spring Festival couplets is manual work, it's too tiring to trouble Uncle Wen to write hundreds of pairs a day every year, and you can also take on the important task of our village in the future."

Chen Ming naturally would not refuse, he showed the calligraphy, on the one hand, it was really itchy, and on the other hand, he tried to show his ability as much as possible when he was at home.

Their family is an only child, because they can't always accompany their parents as soldiers, so they can show more performance, so that their parents can be more taken care of in the village.

The third uncle, Chen Qiangshui, saw that his nephew was so popular, and ran to the side to watch with a smile.

Father Chen Qianghe was even more pleased, looking at a group of villagers surrounding his son, not to mention how proud he was.

Chen Ming wrote this in a daze, and he wrote it until the evening, after all, he was young and physically strong, and the Wen students came to stand by from time to time to watch, and kept praising in their mouths.

The atmosphere was very harmonious.

Just when the village was busy.

Dong Guofeng, the head of the Wei County Armed Forces Department, took some condolences and comrades from the department and drove two military vehicles to the Yanzi camp.

Because just now, news came from the army that Chen Ming was to be commended for the rescue of Wugai Mountain.

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

He had to send the news to the camp in advance.

(End of chapter)