Armor: I can only summon the general

After Yang Yang ran away, An Mixiu took out twenty yuan from his pocket and pressed it under the plate he had just finished eating, then turned to look at Xinnan.

"I don't think the kid looks like a bad person. Maybe he encountered some difficulties. So, I'll pay the money for him."

"You are really kind. There are no bad people in the eyes of kind people."

Xinnan said with a smile.

But An Mixiu waved his hand and said nonchalantly: "It's not as exaggerated as you said. I just want to believe that people are good. Are you free? Let's sit down and chat for a while?"

"Okay, I'm just going to take a break."

Xinnan agreed happily, pulled up a chair from the side and sat next to An Mixiu.

"An Mixiu, I feel that you are also a frequent piano player, but why have I never heard of your name or seen you in competitions?"

"Speaking of which, I have been playing the piano for several years, but I don't like to compete for a high ground, so I have never participated in an open competition. I just regard playing the piano as a way to enrich my life. I play it when I have nothing to do. I play the piano to calm my mind, that’s all, that is to say, I only play it for myself.”

An Mixiu said with a gentle smile.

After listening to An Mixiu's words, Xinnan suddenly felt a yearning. If it weren't for the national championship, he might be like An Mixiu, playing the piano in a dumpling restaurant every day. The audience might only be diners and his friends. How nice it would be.

"Xinnan, I'm also curious about why you are so keen on competitions? Isn't the piano just a musical instrument? Isn't it good to burn incense and play the piano to cultivate your sentiments? Why do you have to compete to win or lose through competitions?"

An Mixiu asked Xinnan.

Xinnan sighed and said softly: "I don't know what other people are doing for me. I just promised my parents that I would win the national championship. That was when I was very young. I have worked hard to practice piano for so many years just for the final That game was just for that trophy."

When Xinnan was very young, his parents died in a car accident. When he was young, he promised his parents that he would win the national championship.

Later, he was picked up and raised by Aunt Hui. In the days to come, whenever he missed his parents, he would always sit in front of the piano and cry silently.

It took him a long time to get out of the haze, and he has been fascinated by the piano since then. He is either practicing piano or memorizing music scores every day. It was at that time that he made up his mind to win the championship trophy.

After listening to Xin Nan's words, An Mixiu felt a hint of recognition in his heart. The two of them might have something in common. They both got stuck on something, and then they got stuck in the horns and couldn't get out.

"Xinnan, I can understand your feelings, but you also need to know that playing the piano depends not on rote memorization, but on your heart. As long as you adjust your mentality, you can play the music well without memorizing it. "

An Mixiu expressed his opinion, which he gained from playing the piano for so many years.

At first he played the guqin. Later, with the development of the times, he gradually came into contact with the piano and began to learn how to play the piano.

When he first started learning piano, he also experienced a situation like Xinnan's, which also confused him for a while.

Later, he forcibly suppressed his obsession, put aside his piano studies, and played the piano as he pleased every day, playing the guqin and the piano at the same time. This actually improved his piano skills.

"The improvement of piano art does not occur in a short period of time. If you only think about being quick, you will make more and more mistakes and become more and more anxious. This will make you obsessed and bother you all the time, making you get twice the result with half the effort."

Xinnan touched his chin and thought deeply, pondering An Mixiu's words in his heart.

An Mixiu didn't bother him. He picked up his chopsticks and continued to taste the dumplings he hadn't finished. He fell in love with the taste after just one bite. Now that he tasted it carefully, in addition to the taste of seasonings and ingredients, there was another It's a special taste that makes people think it's delicious but can't describe it.

After Yang Yang ran out of the dumpling shop, he ran in the other direction, fearing that people in the shop would chase him. After running for a while, he was out of breath, so he just found a place to sit down.

After sitting firmly on his butt, Yang Yang looked around. This was a small park with nice scenery.

With a full stomach, he was in a good mood. He happily took out the magazine he had just received from his bag, took out the scissors and glue and prepared to cut out Haizi's photo.

On the other side of the park, Lin Jianmin also walked over dejectedly, holding an application letter in his hand. He had just come out of the company's job fair, and as expected, he failed again.

Although the interviewers did not give a clear reason, Lin Jianmin felt their distaste for his age from the conversation.

‘Oh, it’s so sad that the experience I am so proud of has become a shackles for me. ’

After these days of applying for jobs, he knew that it was basically impossible for him to find a job in a corporate office at his age, but he didn't have the energy to go out and do hard work. Seeing that it was almost the end of the month in a few days, he couldn't find another job. He would be exposed before he got to work, and he became increasingly anxious.

Although he knew that his hope was slim, he never thought of giving up because the family could not do without him as the backbone of the family.

Lin Jianmin looked at the blue sky above his head and couldn't help but sigh. Then he cheered up and prepared to go to the next job fair. Although there would be some difficulties and twists and turns, life had to go on.

As soon as he lowered his head, he saw Yang Yang not far ahead.

'I didn't expect to meet him again. This kid is really destined to me...'

Just as he was thinking about it, Lin Jianmin's ears twitched, and he heard several low roars similar to wild beasts. He had heard this sound before. The last time he heard this sound, he turned around and met the monster.

He secretly thought something was wrong and hurriedly ran to Yang Yang.

"Little brother, get out of here quickly."

After saying that, he took Yang Yang's arm and ran to the other side.

"Uncle, it's you. Didn't you see that I'm busy? Just wait a moment, I'll be fine soon."

Yang Yang was concentrating on posting Haizi's photo, and he was already halfway through posting it. He wanted to post the photo right now and was unwilling to move a step.

Lin Jianmin became more and more anxious as he heard the growling coming closer and closer. He forced himself to calm down. When he turned his eyes and saw the photo of Haizi in Yang Yang's notebook, he thought of a way.

"Little brother, when I came here just now, I saw Haizi holding a signing event there. You might be able to see your idol if you go there now."

"Really? Where?"

As soon as Yang Yang heard that he could meet his idol, he immediately put the photo on the notebook, put on his bag, stood up and was about to run.

Lin Jianmin pointed to the opposite position of the monster and said, "It's over there, hurry up and get there!"

Yang Yang directly opened his legs and ran in the direction Lin Jianmin pointed.