Prosecutors used to sit on the sidelines

Lin Fan returned to the office hungry.

The door of the office was ajar, and Lin Fan was about to open the door to enter, when Chen Qian's voice came from the opposite office. "Lin Shasha, come here."

Lin Fan endured it and walked over. "What's the point? Chen is smart."

Chen Qian sat on the seat carelessly, looked Lin Fan up and down, "It's not bad, he has all arms and legs, the case of the migrant worker should be transferred to me, after all, my ability is higher than yours, for the sake of collective honor , help is due."

"It's so fast." Lin Fan muttered.

It happened that Zhou Ning came back from fetching water outside, and nodded when he heard this, "Sister Fan, you should give it to Brother Qian, anyway, he has rough skin and thick flesh, and his mouth is poisonous."

Lin Fan shook his head, put his hands together and waved, "It's too expensive to ask him to go out on a horse, I can do it myself."

After finishing speaking, she turned around and went back to the office. She didn't eat breakfast, and her stomach was almost flattened by hunger!She wanted to quickly pick up the small biscuit that had just been thrown in the drawer, and then tear open the packaging bag of the biscuit.

Let the little biscuit not see the sun today!Put it all in her belly!

But Chen Qian still didn't let her go, "Don't be brave."

Lin Fan rolled his eyes at him and ignored him.

She is not trying to show off, she thinks she can handle the case beautifully.

Biscuit, here I come~

Turn around quickly and go back to the office.

Lin Fan sat down on his seat and was about to get it when he suddenly found a dark green sticky note on the table.

This note is her note paper.

But there are still characters written on this paper, but they are not her characters—Yu Xi is like winter wading across the river, Ju Xi is like fearing the neighbors, Yan Xi is like a guest, and Huan Xi is like the release of ice.Dun is as simple as it is, Kuang is as if it is a valley, and it is as muddy as it is muddled.

While stuffing the biscuit into his mouth, he fell into thought while looking at the beautiful words.

Emmm... This word is really beautiful, but... what does it mean?

Who wrote it?for me?Can't speak the vernacular?

Mysterious, inexplicable...

Lin Fan, who is not a top student, almost seems to have returned to those years in high school, and he still cannot forget the pain of being dominated by classical Chinese!

After eating the biscuits, I felt a little full.

Lin Fan asked Ying Chaoyang who was sitting opposite, "Who came to the office this morning?"

"There's no one."

Lin Fan nodded, and then looked down at the words on the note. It was clearly written with an ordinary black ink pen. How come the words are so beautiful.

Lin Fan picked up the ordinary fountain pen and turned it around flexibly.

In high school, she couldn't read well, so she turned No.1.

The pen shuttled back and forth between her fingertips, like a nimble elf, leaving afterimages.

Turning back to the pen, I recalled the skills in high school. Compared with the present, it is true that I have not practiced for many years, and it is still a bit rusty.

Lin Fan picked up his mobile phone and began to Baidu this sentence.

Type this awkward word in, and the "Tao Te Ching" pops out.