In the soft lie, Chen Baoguo was closing his eyes to recuperate, not knowing whether he had dinner or not. When he saw Qin Dong coming in, he sat up from the bed with a wheel and looked at Qin Dong in surprise.

"Soft lying, it's very comfortable." Qin Dong smiled and looked at the others in the soft lying.

Chen Baoguo was a little uncomfortable. He followed Qin Dong to the aisle outside and explained, "Don't look at me sitting in a soft bedroom, I was actually forced to do so. Our factory manager asked me to go to the next brewery. The ticket for the soft bedroom was bought by the previous brewery..."

"Well," Qin Dong didn't care about these things. He asked directly, "How about it, have you figured out how to collect debts in the next company?"

Chen Baoguo smiled bitterly. The lights on the train were very dim, and the fields outside the window were even darker, but there was the station in front of him, and the lights could be seen. "I am... I'm following the feeling."

Qin Dong smiled, "It's not good to follow me, but I think you should sing Cui Jian's song."

"What song?"

"Rock on the New Long March." Qin Dong said loudly.

I didn't get a penny for debt collection. I played poker today and drank human urine. Although it was a boy urine, it was really weak. Chen Baoguo looked at Qin Dong with dissatisfaction. He didn't know each other before. Is he here to make fun of me?

"I have heard that I have never seen 25,000 miles away. Some people say that they are not easy to do. They are buried in their heads and look for me, and come over to the unfounded land..."

Qin Dong keenly discovered his emotions, "Let's do this, I'll give you an idea."

"You?" Chen Baoguo looked at the young face, "What's the idea? I'm almost kneeling down. If I could get the money back if I kneel down, I'll kneel down for him all day... How many mouths are there at home waiting for dinner!"

Yes, as the factory director, Qin Dong understands the responsibility on his shoulders? “My idea is just three words.”

"Just three words? Which three words?" Chen Baoguo knocked on the window in dissatisfaction.

"Look for a reporter."

"Look for a reporter?"

"Yes? You can find a reporter to go with you..." Qin Dong untied the pager around his waist.

He is not married yet and is young? Chen Baoguo looked down on him at first? But when he saw the paging, he could afford to live in a soft sleeper? He couldn't help but get serious.

...

The train stopped, "I'll make a call." Qin Dong smiled and said, "I'll help you contact a reporter... Is this a hot topic? I believe she will definitely be willing to take care of it."

Huaxia Economic News?

When Qin Dong was calling, he asked about the other party’s phone number, Chen Baoguo was shocked again. This is a national economic newspaper. How could he, a young man, know the reporter there?

"Yes? I'll find Xu Qing from China Economic News? Oh, she's off work, so I'll leave a message to her paging..."

Chen Baoguo was thinking, and when Qin Dong finished calling, he was about to rush to pay? But Qin Dong did not ask him to pay.

Can a female journalist solve national problems?

Alas, I can only be a living doctor? Chen Baoguo had no choice but to get off the bus at the next stop? At this time, it was completely dark.

"Although the road ahead is too sad? Please bless me with a smile? Although facing the wind? Although it is raining, I am thinking of you in the wind and rain..."

Outside the station, Qi Qin's "About Winter" came. Chen Baoguo waved his hand, and the young face of the car window gradually faded away.

He looked at his watch, raised the note in his hand, which read "Huaxia Economic News, Xu Qing" and a phone number.

...

The next day, after dinner, Sun Xiaobao and his family were about to get off the car.

"Qin Dong, are we friends?" Sun Xiaobao solemnly held Qin Dong's hand and asked.

"Aren't you a friend?" Qin Dong asked with a smile.

"Okay, then in the future, I will treat you to a meal." Sun Xiaobao said with a smile.

"Contact often in the future." Qin Dong also smiled.

Sun Xiaobao's wife also held Du Xiaoju's hand, "Qin Dong, you are really a good wife. I wish you... happiness, and you can go to Central China to play..."

Du Xiaoju also nodded and watched Qin Dong take the two to the station. At some point, the 92-year-old abbot on the train also stood behind Qin Dong.

Qin Dong suddenly turned around and the old abbot smiled, "Young man, Wutai Mountain, we will have a date later."

Will there be a period of time later?

Qin Dong watched the old abbot's back disappear into the crowd. When he returned to Ruan Wai, he and Du Xiaoju were left in Ruan Wai.

Two-person world.

Unlike hard bedrooms, passengers are walking in the corridor at night, making noise and resting are affected, soft bedrooms are relatively quiet, safe, with better conditions, softer beds and more expensive.

Listening to the passengers in the soft bedroom next door, listening to Teresa Teng's songs in the carriage, Qin Dong looked at Du Xiaoju who was sleeping.

Du Xiaoju has long eyelashes and a calm face. Her happy face has a kind of happiness that emanates from the heart.

Thank you, thank you for letting me block the storm of this life for you...

Qin Dong slowly stood up and walked to Du Xiaoju, but Du Xiaoju opened his eyes immediately, "Hey, I can't sleep..." Qin Dong lay down next to Du Xiaoju.

“Oh, your hand

"Speak quietly, there are people here..."

...

It was the middle of the eighth month of the lunar calendar, and the sky outside the border was high and the air was cold, and the bleak golden wind blew.

The grassland in August has strong colors, but the sky is high and the clouds are light, so beautiful that it makes people feel open and pleasing to the eye.

The blue sky and white clouds, the green grass and green flowers, mixed with countless unknown rivers, like jade belts flowing over the boundless green field.

The riverside with gurgling water, the plains with lush water and grass, yurts and scattered cattle and sheep dotted on this endless vast wilderness.

Early in the morning and evening, sunrise and sunset reflect the clouds in the sky, wisps of smoke rise in the yurt, and the herds of herds and herds return. Along with the long Mongolian tune, people are completely forgotten and want to say something.

After getting off the car, Qin Dong greedily smelled the breath of green grass, looked at the endless green field, muttering to himself, and tears in his eyes.

"Dajiang, is this the grassland?" Xiaoju stood on the side of Qindong, watching the rhododendrons blooming nearby. The red balls in the birch forest were like brocade, in full swing, magnificent and magnificent. The maple leaves in the distance have been dyed red, orange, yellow and green by the rain, colorful, like poetry and painting, and even more wonderful and magical.

"Yes, this is Cao Zhu, my hometown, my grassland." Qin Dong smiled on his face, "I'm back again."

"Look, Dadong." Xiaoju pointed in surprise. Under the sunlight, more than 100,000 livestock seemed to come from the horizon, like clouds and fog, like tides. The fur reflected oil in the sunlight, blending with the beautiful scenery of the golden autumn. Its momentum was spectacular and majestic.

"This is to move to another ranch," Qin Dong smiled, "You have never seen so many cattle and sheep before?...I have been in Qinwan for ten years,... the grassland is my home."

He opened his arms, raised his head to the sky, and murmured in his mouth, looking pious and holy.

A song came, and he slowly opened his wet eyes. He looked at the carriage, tractor, and the carriages in the distance - relatives.
Chapter completed!