Just as the two were talking, a voice came from behind.

"Sister Yan'er, you haven't played with me for a long time." I saw Nianxin talking as she jumped over from a distance with her rag doll in her arms, her two ponytails swaying.

"Sister, I'm a little busy recently. I'm sorry, little darling." Qian Yan said, touching Nian Xin's head.

"Is it because of this brother?" Nianxin said, pointing at Gou Shun.

"Hey, you guessed it again, you're great!" Qian Yan said, giving Nian Xin a thumbs up.

Nianxin was very happy when she heard the compliment and said, "When you said you were busy just now, you were thinking of this brother, but this brother seemed to be thinking of another sister, and that sister seemed very unhappy."

"Be good, Nianxin, don't mention that sister, and don't think about what other people think, okay?"

"Yeah." Nianxin nodded.

"Good boy, by the way, have you memorized the poem that my sister taught you last time?" Qian Yan asked in a teacher's tone.

"Well, I know how to memorize it."

"Then recite it to your sister."

"The sun sets over the mountains,

The Yellow River flows into the sea.

If you want to see a thousand miles away,

Take it to the next level.”

After hearing this, Qian Yan nodded and said with a smile: "Well, I'm pretty good at memorizing it. I'm quite skilled. My sister will bring you some sweets tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay, okay." Nianxin jumped excitedly.

"Then let's let this brother teach you a poem today, okay?"

"Brother can also recite poems?" Nianxin looked at Gou Shun with wide eyes.

"Of course, this brother knows a lot of poems." Qian Yan said, turning her head to Gou Shun, and then said: "Gou Shun, just teach Nian Xin a poem."

Gou Shun did know many poems, but at this moment his mind was in a mess. Just when he didn't know which one to teach, one suddenly jumped out of his mind.

Just listen to him say leisurely:

Jinse has fifty strings for no reason,

One string and one column miss the Chinese years.

Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies,

Hope the Emperor's spring heart is entrusted with the cuckoo.

The moon pearl in the sea has tears,

The sun in Lam Tin is warm and the jade is smoky.

This feeling can be remembered,

It was just that I was at a loss at that time.

"Wow, sister, this poem is so long, what does it mean?" Nianxin asked in confusion.

Of course Qian Yan knew that, when she heard Zhuang Sheng dreaming of butterflies, cuckoos crying blood, mermaids weeping, and good jade making smoke, she knew that Gou Shun was still immersed in that dream, and this feeling was not the same as the one between An Ran and An Ran in the dream.

Feelings?

Of course Nian Xin would not understand this. Qian Yan smiled and said, "Nian Xin is still young, and she will understand when she grows up. Can I teach Nian Xin a simple song again?"

"Well, my brother's teachings were too long and I can't remember them. My sister's teachings are easier to remember."

Qian Yan thought for a while and said:

Leaving the original grass,

One year old and one prosperous.

Wildfire burns endlessly,

The spring breeze blows and gives birth again.

"Well, sister, this is simple. Is this poem about grass?"

Qian Yan nodded and said: "Yes, Nian Xin is so smart. This poem says that there is a large field of grass on the grassland. Every year these grasses will wither and wildfires will burn them, but what about the next year?

, they will grow strong again, do you think they are powerful?"

"Yeah, awesome." Nianxin nodded and said.

"Actually, Xiaocao is very strong. We should also learn from Xiaocao. Although we will experience many difficulties and misfortunes, we must firmly believe that after surviving the cold winter, we will definitely be reborn."

Qian Yan's words were meant for Nian Xin, and even more so for Gou Shun.

But in Gou Shun's heart, he felt that he was humbler than grass. Grass could be eaten by cattle and sheep, but what was his use?

The next day, Aunt Bai's house.

"Lin Yao, how was the investigation?" Qian Yan asked.

Lin Yao shook his head and said: "It is true that many people live in seclusion in Zhonggan Mountain, but they are all registered by the Mountain Forest Management Bureau and do not have the right to have a surname."

"Is there anyone practicing martial arts?" Qian Yan asked again.

"Yes, but they are all practiced by older people. They practice health-preserving martial arts such as Qian Gua Fist. The basic effect is the same as the ninth set of radio gymnastics. It is good for strengthening the body, but forget about fighting."

"Isn't there anyone who can fight?"

"No, they all have old arms and legs. Who dares to beat me? What if I get blackmailed?"

“How credible is the news?”

"Yesterday, I commissioned the Zhonggan Mountain Forest Management Bureau to go into the mountain and verify it again. The credibility is 99% if not 100%," Lin Yao replied.

"This is strange. What is going on? Logically speaking, the person Gou Shun dreamed about should be able to be found in reality?" Qian Yan fell into deep thought.

Seeing this, Aunt Bai said: "Yan'er, I can't figure this out even if I think about it now. If the memory echo theory is true, Quan Zhendong should still appear in Shunzi's dream. Maybe by then, we will More clues can be found.”

"Then you have to work hard and be obedient."

"It's okay. Come on." Gou Shun said, putting the helmet on his head.

After Gou Shun came to the office in the morning, he quickly printed out the plan he had worked on last night. The company has a big project, and if the plan is selected, he can be rewarded with 20,000 yuan.

At first, Gou Shun had no intention of participating. After all, in the company, unless you count backwards, good things will never happen to you.

However, seeing that An Ran was worried every day, frowning, and no longer as lively as before, Gou Shun wanted to give it a try. Although it was only 20,000, every little bit counts.

Gou Shun took the printed plan and returned to his seat. He wanted to check it over. If there were no errors, he would send it to Mr. Zhao. After all, many people had already submitted it. He only started to do it after he figured it out. .

Gou Shun felt someone pat his shoulder, and turned around to find that it was Zhang Wei next to him.

"Gou Shun, do you know? There is a good show to watch." Zhang Wei said with a look of gloating.

"What kind of show?" Gou Shun was a little puzzled.

"You know what? The little fox shot himself in the foot because he was so smart."

"What little fox?"

"It's Pan Juan, the little fox who seduces Mr. Zhao into a daze."

"oh."

"She relied on her relationship with Mr. Zhao to submit her plan to Mr. Zhao first. She originally wanted to make a cut, but she didn't expect that the data in the plan was wrong. The superiors blamed her. Mr. Zhao called the little fox to the office. , he should be giving a lecture, looking at Mr. Zhao’s expression, this matter is not a big deal."

"Oh." Gou complied. He didn't understand why Zhang Wei was so interested in this kind of thing.

Seeing that Gou Shun showed no interest, Zhang Wei felt disappointed and went to work.

Gou Shun checked it over and felt that what he had written was okay, so he mustered up the courage to walk towards Mr. Zhao's office.

"Mr. Zhao, just think of a way, are you really willing to let me go?"

When Gou Shun walked in, he found Pan Juan sitting on Zhao Zheng's lap, holding his tie with one hand and holding his shoulder with the other, looking at Zhao Zheng and talking coquettishly.

"Ahem." Zhao Zheng coughed twice unnaturally when he saw Gou Shun at the door.

Seeing this, Pan Juan quickly got off Zhao Zheng and stood aside with her head lowered.

"Gou Shun, what did you see?" Zhao Zheng looked at Gou Shun and asked.

"I, I didn't see anything." Gou Shun couldn't lie, so he stammered.

"You came to see me for something?"

"Oh, Mr. Zhao, this is the plan I made, please take a look at it." Gou Shun said, handing over the plan in his hand.

Zhao Zheng nodded while looking at the plan. After reading it, he said with a smile: "Well, not bad, I have an idea."

After Gou Shun heard this, he felt a little happy.

Zhao Zheng suddenly raised his hand, tore off the first page of the plan, handed it to Pan Juan, and said, "Go, print a copy and write your name on it."

"So, what about yesterday's share?" Pan Juan asked with some confusion.

I saw Zhao Zheng smiling and saying: "Isn't the copy yesterday written by Gou Shun? He issued it in your name. I just found out today."
To be continued...