The idle gentleman of the flower city
29 That old pen

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When she woke up early that morning, she looked at the alarm clock on the table. It was already five o'clock. It's too early to get up. If I don't get up, I won't be able to sleep no matter what. In boredom, I flipped through the book by the window," The Casanova of the Capital ". As I read it, I felt that this book was similar to " The Left Turn in the Road " that I was writing now. There were many stories in the book, but they were all about daily trifles. It was very realistic, but there were inevitably some places that were a little long-winded. It was a very dull book. After flipping through a few pages, I didn't continue reading because the previous ones were similar to what I wrote. However, the name of this book was still very nice, so I was prepared to change the name of my book to " The City of Flowers's Leisure Monarch " and decided to compare it with " The City of Beijing's Leisure Woman ". " Huacheng " was naturally my beautiful hometown Azalea City-Macheng, while " Xianjun " was me, a person who had nothing to do. My name was Bao Junjun. Although this Jun was not that " Jun ", I thought I was still a gentleman.

But when I put down the book in my hand, I accidentally touched the pen holder on the table. The pens in the pen holder all fell to the ground. I slowly picked them up and finally picked up a golden pen. The pen was golden in color. I hadn't used this pen for a long time. It was given to me by one of my father's comrades ten years ago. I remember that I was only ten years old at that time, and because my handwriting was good, my uncle rewarded me with it.

Speaking of this pen, I couldn't help but think of my uncle. He was a very peaceful person, not as stubborn as my father. The day he came to my house, he was wearing a green military uniform and a big cap on his head. He was talking to my father about some things in the army. Because his father had retired from the army for many years, and his uncle was still in the army, the two of them would smile when they talked about the army. That day, I was on vacation and practicing my calligraphy in my room. After chatting with my father, my uncle came over to look at my calligraphy. Then, he took out a notebook from his backpack and a pen from his bag. Then, he wrote on the notebook,"The sharp sword is sharpened, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold." Of course, I understood the meaning of these words at that time. He encouraged me to study hard so that I could gain something.

After Uncle left, I wrote down the 14 words he wrote for me with a brush and hung it on the wall. Then, I wrapped the pen he gave me with a red cloth that my mother gave me. It has been nearly 20 years, but I can't bear to use it.

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