After a while, after finishing all this work, he took out a book of poems with a worn cover and opened it to pass the time. He seemed to have seen some incomparable sentences. From time to time he smiled while stroking his hands, touching his wounds, covering his waist and breathing in.

Ouyang Rong, who was lowering his head to deal with the official documents, saw all this from the corner of his eye.

He is quite an optimist...he thought to himself.

For Yuan Huaimin, it seems that no matter how sad things are, they will be over after a while, and no matter how bad things are, he will get used to them after a while, and he will not hide his true feelings at all.

Having a colleague like this is not so bad.

Ouyang Rong raised his head and asked:

"A few days ago, after you asked for leave from me and left early, you probably went to the stable to look for Dongmei, right?"

"This..." Yuan Huaimin's face suddenly became stern, he avoided his gaze, and said a little embarrassedly:

"I'm sorry Ouyang Changshi, I just want to take a closer look and collect information... There are too few good BMW horses in this Jiangnan area. I haven't seen a few horses since I left Chang'an. I am very happy to see them."

"Does Yuan Sima like BMW so much?"

"The hobby of my youth."

Yuan Huaimin looked at the sky outside the door, his eyes somewhat reminiscing:

"At that time, I must have been about the same age as Ouyang Changshi. My hair was as thick as yours now. I was wearing bright clothes and angry horses, and I was high-spirited..."

Ouyang Rong interrupted: "Correction, I will have this hair volume in the future."

Yuan Huaimin hissed: "Even the harsh words are exactly the same as the one I had back then."

"?"

Ouyang Rong put down his pen and nodded: "Tell me about those days when you were tough-talking."

Yuan Huaimin smiled and said nothing, and touched the futou on his head.

Ouyang Rong looked at him and said:

"I won't leave the city today and tomorrow. Since Yuan Sima loves horses and is good at painting, Dongmei will lend it to you."

"Really!" Yuan Huaimin was overjoyed.

"Yeah." Ouyang Rong said without raising his head: "But I have to agree to one condition."

"Ouyang Changshi, please tell me!"

"Although Jiangzhou Sima does not have much to do in his job, there will be a lot of documents piled up in the Jiangzhou lobby at the end of the year. Yuan Sima should also share some of them and add to the burden."

Ouyang Rong lowered his head to write and chuckled.

Yuan Huaimin hesitated for a moment, then turned to look in the direction of the stable.

"good!"

Ouyang Rong didn't expect that Yuan Huaimin, who liked fishing, would agree so readily.

In the following days, after Yuan Huaimin nodded every day, he sat on the seat opposite Ouyang Rong and dealt with the extra pile of official documents on the table.

There were not many official documents, and at first Ouyang Rong just wanted to find something for him to do so that his colleague would not be idle.

Before each departure, Ouyang Rong checked Yuan Huaimin's work and found that he handled it quite properly.

Somewhat unexpected.

Mainly because I didn't have high expectations before. After all, it was hard to have expectations considering Yuan Huaimin's unattractive appearance before.

So now, Ouyang Rong was a little surprised when he found that he had completed it in a regular and orderly manner.

It seemed that he had been underestimated before.

But gradually, Ouyang Rong discovered a pattern.

Every morning, the stack of official documents assigned to Yuan Huaimin, no matter whether it was thicker or thinner, Yuan Huaimin, who wrote vigorously, would always put down his brush within ten breaths before the bell rang at noon.

, with a tired face, stood up to do business.

It's like this every day, exactly.

In order to verify this, Ouyang Rong doubled his workload one day.

As a result, Yuan Huaimin still completed his daily tasks without affecting the quality before lunch at noon.

The point is stuck.

Ouyang Rong was amazed.

Is this how you fish, right? Sure enough, he is still the same Yuan Huaimin as before, without any change.

Ouyang Rong nodded.

"You obviously have a smart mind and a lot of energy, but why don't you do more?

"There's nothing wrong with subjective initiative."

Ouyang Rong, who was sitting in the main hall, muttered to himself, looking at the happy figure who quickly went out to find "Dongmei" after a certain lane was dismissed, he shook his head:

"Only do meaningful things."

This morning.

Ouyang Rong returned from an inspection of Jimincang in Dehuafang.

Walking into the Jiangzhou lobby, walking through the corridor and approaching the main hall, I saw Yuan Huaimin's dazed back in the distance.

Ouyang Rong suddenly stepped lightly, walked into the main hall, and approached slowly.

The figure of the weak-crowned Shi Zangfeng who gathered energy was like a swimming carp sliding away.

Walked behind Yuan Huaimin.

Ouyang Rong looked closely and saw that Yuan Huaimin was writing something on a pamphlet with his head down. He stopped to think and draw circles from time to time.

Ouyang Rong didn't take a closer look, he stopped and said:

"Have you finished the business?"

He has no habit of peeking into people's privacy,

"ah!"

Yuan Huaimin was frightened to drop his writing brush and quickly hid his notebook, still in shock:

"Ouyang Changshi, why are you walking without making any sound?"

Yuan Huaimin bent down to check his pen and asked with a sad look on his face.

"Yuan Sima wrote it so fascinatingly."

Yuan Huaimin looked at Ouyang Rong's face and asked cautiously:

"Did Mingfu see what Xiaguan wrote?"

Ouyang Rong nodded, Yuan Huaimin immediately grimaced, and Ouyang Rong whispered:

"It's a poem that's famous all over the world. I didn't expect Yuan Sima to make a big one without saying a word. I hope it didn't secretly curse me as a disgusting Shangguan."

Yuan Huaimin stared at Ouyang Rong with wide eyes.

"Making it up."

Ouyang Rong waved his hand and returned to his seat.

Seeing his curled lips, Yuan Huaimin breathed a sigh of relief and raised his hand to touch the small notebook in his arms.

Ouyang Rong suddenly turned around: "You're not right, are you?"

"..."

Yuan Huaimin shook his head like a rattle.
Chapter completed!