My abstract plant was exposed by my sister.

When Xiao Kui saw that Lin Muyang intended for her to take the test, she looked at him incredulously: "I'm your own sister! You're willing to let me do something so dangerous?"

Lin Muyang said expressionlessly, "It's not dangerous at all, and I also need to observe and record things, so I can only trouble you."

Xiao Kui sighed, "You really are my brother."

Lin Muyang gave her an encouraging look, but Xiao Kui remained silent and just rolled her eyes.

She glanced at the live stream and tried to get her fans to help her condemn the unscrupulous guy.

As a result, the comments were full of "Go quickly!" "Don't be afraid, Xiao Kui, I'm here to support you!" "Go bravely, Xiao Kui!" "This is so ridiculous, I'm going to record this."

They were all urging her to try it out, clearly wanting to see her fail again.

As expected, there are only two possibilities: either a company dies once or countless times.

Xiao Kui took a deep breath, resigned to her fate, handed her phone to Lin Muyang, and then walked towards the bamboo shoots.

The biggest difference between those newly sprouted bamboo shoots and ordinary bamboo shoots is the fluorescent glow at the spots.

They are not very noticeable in the sunlight, but when you look closely, they look like solidified teardrops.

Xiao Kui crouched down and moved closer, wanting to see more clearly.

The moment she leaned in, a buried memory suddenly awoke from its slumber.

That was a puppy she had when she was in elementary school, named Xiaohua.

It has yellowish-brown fur, a round body, and its rear end wiggles when it runs.

Every time I come home from school, it waits at the door. When it sees me, it grins and wags its tail like a fan.

Back then, my parents were very busy with work, and my brother only knew how to read those strange books.

Whenever she finishes her homework or feels tired, she chats with Xiaohua.

It squatted at her feet, tilting its head, listening quietly.

Although it can't speak, it seems to understand what it means.

If it senses that it is unhappy, it will put its furry little paws on her shoulder, as if to say, "It's okay, I'm here for you."

Later, she moved to boarding school, and could only see Xiaohua on weekends.

Every time she came home, it would still be waiting at the door, wagging its tail even more enthusiastically. She would pick up Xiaohua and spin her around happily.

Later, one weekend when she returned home, she didn't see Xiaohua, and a sense of foreboding welled up in her heart.

Sure enough, her parents told her that Xiaohua had run away on Wednesday morning and never came back. They had searched all the surrounding streets but couldn't find her.

Her mind went blank for a moment, the sounds around her seemed to be muffled by a layer of fog, and she froze on the spot, unable to come to her senses for a long time.

She couldn't believe that Xiaohua had left her like this, so she rode her bicycle around the streets, big and small, searching again and again, calling out "Xiaohua, Xiaohua" as she rode.

In the end, their voices were hoarse from shouting, but they still couldn't see Xiaohua.

Later, whenever she went out with friends, she would carefully search among the stray dogs she encountered, hoping to see Xiaohua again someday.

Elementary school, middle school, high school, university... she grew up slowly, but never kept a pet again. She kept waiting, thinking that maybe one day Xiao Hua would suddenly appear.

As time went by, her life became increasingly busy, and the image of Xiaohua gradually faded in her heart.

But just now, everything that was familiar seemed to come back to me.

It's the same intersection, the same little park, and the streets bathed in the golden light of the setting sun.

As usual, Little Flower came running towards her from a distance, wagging its tail fast and its ears fluttering in the wind.

"Little Flower..."

Xiao Kui became increasingly upset as she thought about it, and squatted on the ground, tears streaming down her face.

Lin Muyang heard her call out "Little Flower" and fell silent.

He knew who Xiaohua was, of course. That clumsy little yellow dog, he had gone to great lengths to try and teach it 2×3=6.

As a result, it always thought it equaled 3, which was better than its deskmate, because the chubby boy always thought 2×3=23, no matter how much it tried to teach him.

Seeing Xiao Kui crying so badly, the fans in the live stream started to speculate:

"What's wrong with Xiaokui?"

"Does this remind you of your first love?"

"Dumped?"

"No, she called for 'Little Flower,' which is a dog, right?"

There are all sorts of guesses.

Lin Muyang stepped forward, turned off the live stream, and then helped Xiao Kui to the living room so she could sit down and rest for a while.

After a few minutes, Xiao Kui gradually recovered, but she was still feeling down.

She sat on a plastic chair in the living room, hugging her knees, and told Lin Muyang about her memories with Xiaohua.

"It loves eating sausages the most, and I always secretly give it mine."

Xiao Kui started crying again as she spoke: "The day it got lost, I cried all night. Later, I kept dreaming that it came back."

After listening to her story, Lin Muyang wrote down his conclusion in his notebook:

Bamboo shoots have a unique quality that can evoke the most unforgettable memories deep within everyone's mind. Even if you've completely forgotten them, they will resurface in your memory and flash back to you.

He closed his notebook, saw that Xiao Kui's face was covered in tears, and handed her a pack of tissues.

"Don't do the live stream today, go home and rest first."

Xiao Kui nodded: "Okay."

She also knows that her current state is not suitable for live streaming.

After resting for a while, Xiao Kui went back to rest. Lin Muyang looked out the window and saw that more and more bamboo shoots were breaking through the soil.

He didn't know whether his decision to plant bamboo there was right or wrong; he only knew that many more people might leave in tears in the future.

Wu Tao entered the reception room and asked curiously, "How were the test results?"

Lin Muyang handed him the notebook. After reading it, Wu Tao frowned and said, "With such extreme emotional swings, won't the older people be unable to handle the shock and faint?"

Lin Muyang thought for a moment: "Very likely."

"Should we hire another doctor just in case?"

Lin Muyang shook his head: "Don't look for it yet. Tell Director Wang about the current situation and have them arrange an ambulance here to see how things go."

If too many people experience problems later, then we will arrange for a medical room and medical equipment.

Wu Tao nodded, then turned to Da Zhuang and said, "Make another sign that reads, 'Approaching may trigger a strong emotional reaction. People with heart disease or high blood pressure should proceed with caution. You are responsible for any consequences.'"

Dazhuang nodded and went to the warehouse to find materials, with Liu Xudong following behind, saying, "I'll help you."

By evening, the new sign was erected. To make the words on it more visible, they were bolded and painted in red.

That night, Xiao Kui lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. She picked up her phone and found an old photo, taken by her mother when she was in elementary school. In the photo, she was holding a small flower, her eyes crinkling into slits as she smiled.

Just as Lin Muyang was observing bamboo shoot tissue samples in the laboratory, Minister Zhao of the military region received a phone call from afar.

His subordinates in the Taklamakan Desert had an accident, and he had specifically arranged to go there to provide support.

He didn't dare to delay for a moment and immediately set off for Xinjiang Province.