Ballistic Silence of Special Years

Chapter 1122 Comparing calligraphy with my future father-in-law
In fact, Shao Xiaoqian knew where Li Zheng was going.

As a member of the theater intelligence department, tasks such as seconding Li Zheng had to be archived through her.

By chance, Shao Xiaoqian saw Li Zheng's secondment order.

Due to disciplinary issues, Shao Xiaoqian could not read the contents carefully, but he knew that if he was transferred to country D by that kind of department, he could think of the tasks performed with his toes.

Back at Shao's house, Li Yueqin was busy with her aunt in the kitchen. The old man Shao Xianyong was still the same - every time Li Zheng came in, he could see Shao Xianyong sitting on the sofa in the living room reading the newspaper.

Even after Li Zheng visited Shao's house several times, he couldn't help joking with Shao Xiaoqian and asked, "Does your dad always ask the gatekeeper to call him and report when we enter, and then take a newspaper to the sofa to soak in?" A cup of tea, and then look at Shi Shiran and wait for us to come back?
Shao Xiaoqian said, "It's not surprising. My father's style of doing things is very strict. What he thinks should be done will form a habit, and he will implement it thoroughly according to the habit without wavering in the slightest."

"Hello, uncle."

Li Zheng stood at the door holding a gift and greeted politely.

He stopped giving military salutes.

When I came here last time to perform a military salute, Shao Xianyong said with a fierce face that this is not in the army. I am wearing a vest. What military salute are you doing?Have you forgotten all the regulations?

This batch of criticism made Li Zheng stunned for a while.

This time I learned my lesson and called "uncle".

Unexpectedly, Shao Xianyong lowered his newspaper slightly and looked over the newspaper, still with a straight face.

This left Li Zheng at a loss.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me.

This old man...

"You and Xiaoqian have both registered. Please change your words later."

Shao Xianyong said while folding the newspaper and placing it on the table.

"Call Dad."

Shao Xiaoqian hit Li Zheng, who didn't react, with her elbow.

Li Zheng quickly shouted: "Dad, we are back."

"Yes." Shao Xianyong's face relaxed, and then he turned to Shao Xiaoqian: "Daughter, come here and show daddy, I haven't been home for a month."

Shao Xiaoqian flew over like a magpie, sat next to her father and started acting coquettishly: "Dad, I'm not busy with work!"

Shao Xianyong pretended to be angry and said: "Huh! I didn't get admitted to the female university. Being busy is just an excuse. How far is your unit from here? You can't spare one day in a month to go home and have a meal with us?"

Shao Xiaoqian said: "You can't blame me for this. I wanted to come back several times and called my mother. My mother said that if you didn't come home, you were either out of town or busy with work. I couldn't see you when I came back, so I simply didn't come back."

"Can't you come back to see your mother? Isn't your mother your closest relative?" Shao Xianyong sounded angry, but in reality he was a little more proud.

After all, he has loved his daughter since she was a child. Although she is a boss and a rough soldier, and she has strict demands on Shao Xiaoqian, she feels pain in her heart.

Suddenly, he seemed to remember something and looked up to see Li Zheng still standing there.

So he said in shock: "Li Zheng, why are you still standing there? Find a place to sit by yourself! There is no leader here, only family members!"

The word "family" warmed Li Zheng's heart.

For many years, it was just me and my grandma.

Suddenly, a few more people said that they were his family members and treated themselves as family members. It would be an exaggeration to say that the feeling was like dew after a long drought.

"it is good."

Li Zheng was not polite, took off his hat, and put the gifts on the table: "Dad, here are the writing brushes I bought for you, and the records I bought for mom."

When Shao Xianyong heard that it was a writing brush, he was very happy. He quickly reached for it and opened it. There were three writing brushes in a set.

One of them is sheep hair, one is purple hair, and one is rat whisker pen.

Shao Xianyong's biggest hobby in his spare time is calligraphy, and he has a deep understanding of the quality of pen and ink.In fact, apart from the fact that brushes are produced by famous manufacturers and have different production techniques, the only thing that matters is the material.

Brushes made of different materials have different characteristics and different uses.

For example, goat hair, this kind of writing brush is made of goat hair. It is a popular product and a very common kind of writing brush.Among them, old sheep hair has been stored for many years, and the fat has dried and is easy to be inked; old sheep hair is somewhat rigid; Ying hair hair is fine and the tip is transparent; clean sheep hair has no impurities and is soft in nature.

Purple hair is made from the black tips on the back of mountain rabbits. The hair is relatively stiff and is suitable for writing running and cursive scripts.

Finally, there is the rat whisker pen, which is made from the whiskers of domestic rats. The strokes of the pen are pure, smooth and sharp, and the written characters are soft and strong.

"Let's go." Shao Xianyong said, "There's still some time before dinner. Go to my study and practice calligraphy with me."

After saying that, he picked up the brush and went upstairs.

Shao Xianyong took the initiative to invite him to practice calligraphy together. This was the first time.

Li Zheng hurriedly followed.

Shao Xiaoqian wanted to follow.

Shao Xianyong looked back at her: "Go and help in the kitchen."

Shao Xiaoqian stood at the bottom of the stairs, watching Li Zheng turn around and smile proudly at him, then turn around and follow her father upstairs. She stamped her feet angrily and turned around to the kitchen.

After entering the study room, he spread out his paper, ink and pen. Li Zheng took the initiative to sharpen his ink, while Shao Xianyong started writing at the side.

It was the rat-whisker pen that opened.

After firing it, he asked Li Zheng: "Which one do you use?"

Li Zheng said politely: "Dad, I'll just use purple hair."

Shao Xianyong soaked the purple hair in warm water.

Opening a brush is also a delicate process. You need to put the newly purchased brush into warm water so that the entire tip of the brush is submerged in the water. When you first start writing, you can apply slight pressure so that the tip of the brush presses the bottom of the bowl slightly. After a few minutes, put the brush in again. Take it out of the water and twist it slightly. This process can also squeeze out the glue on the surface of the brush bristles.

Then put it into the water again, and also apply slight pressure on the pen tip, so that the pen tip touches the bottom of the bowl, and then repeat the previous process until the new brush is completely developed, and the glue sticking to the pen on the brush is washed away, and then use a paper towel Absorb excess water and use with ink.

The two pens are opened and the ink is sharpened.

"Are you coming first?" Shao Xianyong handed over the purple hair.

After Li Zheng took it, he said modestly: "It's better for you, dad, to write, otherwise I wouldn't dare."

Shao Xianyong thought about it for a while, and without being polite, he picked up the rat-whisker pen, dipped it in ink, spread out the paper, pressed it down, then stroked it gently, picked up the pen and wrote a poem in one go.

Li Zheng took a closer look and saw that it was "Before Leaving the Fortress" written by Du Fu in the Tang Dynasty——

Draw the bow as strong as possible,
Use arrows as long.

Shoot the man first, shoot the horse,
Catch the thief first to catch the king.

The calligraphy of the whole poem is vigorous and powerful, and the pen is as sharp as a knife, strong and brave, giving off a military atmosphere.

"It's your turn." Shao Xianyong picked up his calligraphy and put it aside, giving up his position to Li Zheng.

Li Zheng laid out the paper, thought for a moment, and wrote a poem.

Shao Xianyong took a look and saw that what was written on it was not a poem, but excerpts of two poems, and they were slightly modified——

I would rather be a centurion,
Better than being a scholar.

I wish to serve my country with this body,
Not in love with Yumen Pass.

Shao Xianyong was shocked in his heart and secretly applauded, how grand!It shows that I really saw the right person!

The young man in front of me is a good material to be a general!
　Ask for a monthly pass!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)