Armor: I can only summon the general

Lin Jianmin looked at Yang Yang in front of him. This little boy, who was only fifteen or sixteen years old, dared to come so far to watch the concert. He was really brave.

From this young man, he saw the vigorous vitality and the unique vitality of young people. They were in their innocent youth.

"It's true that a young man doesn't know what it's like to be sad."

Lin Jianmin remembered that he had to apply for the next company, and quickly said to Yang Yang: "Little brother, I have some things to do, so I'll leave first, okay? Just be careful."

He bent down to pick up the bag that fell on the ground, said goodbye to Yang Yang, and then walked to the next company.

After the two separated, Yang Yang wandered around and walked into Aunt Hui's dumpling restaurant. Behind him was a handsome young man, and they walked in together.

In the dumpling house, Xinnan was sitting in front of the piano practicing. He had received a letter from the organizer, informing them that the competition must play the music selected by the organizer, and these pieces were not what Xinnan was good at.

After receiving the letter, he recalled in his mind the mysterious young man who came to the store before. Now it seems that that person not only pointed out his problem, but also indirectly revealed some insider information about the game.

Xinnan is a contestant, not the organizer. He must do what others ask him to do. Although he is not good at playing the specified repertoire, he has no other choice but to practice stiffly.

When Aunt Hui saw someone coming in, one big and one small, she quickly walked out and led them to a table.

"Two guests, please take a seat. What would you like to eat?"

An Mixiu sat down unceremoniously, looked back at Xinnan, raised his head and said to Aunt Hui with a smile: "Hello, this is my first time coming to your place, but I didn't see the menu, and I didn't I know what kind of dumplings you have, do you have any recommendations?

"Our happy dumplings today are stuffed with vegetables and beef. Do you think they are okay?"

While Aunt Hui was introducing An Mixiu, she glanced at Yang Yang next to her, wondering why he didn't sit down.

Yang Yang had already spent all his money in order to come to his idol's concert. At this time, he didn't even have money for a meal in his pocket.

He originally thought that this store was relatively remote and wanted to have a meal while no one was around, but who would have thought that as soon as he walked in, someone followed him in. He turned around and wanted to leave, but Aunt Hui was such a warm-hearted person. , pulled him and sent him to the dining table. He was too embarrassed to leave again, and he was too embarrassed to sit across from a stranger, so he had to stand awkwardly beside him.

An Mixiu also turned his head to look at Yang Yang, smiled and said to him: "Little brother, if you don't want to sit with me, there are other seats in the back, you can just find a seat wherever you want."

"Ah? Two guests, it turns out you are not together. Sorry, I misunderstood. Come on, little guest, come and sit here."

Aunt Hui apologized to the two of them sheepishly and prepared to lead Yang Yang to sit in another seat.

"No, I'll just sit here."

Yang Yang thought for a while and sat directly opposite An Mixiu. What he thought was that if he sat here and had no money to pay after the meal, he could wipe his mouth and walk out, and the boss would not be able to find him behind. Maybe he would ask the big brother across the street to pay for him, so that neither the boss nor he would lose anything.

An Mixiu didn't know that the child opposite him had so many thoughts, but his naturally soft-hearted character made him pay special attention to the child.

"Well, if you want to sit down, take a seat."

Then An Mixiu said to Aunt Hui: "Please, please bring me a vegetable and beef dumpling."

"I want one too."

Yang Yang raised his hands and shouted to Aunt Hui.

"Okay, please wait a moment, the dumplings will be here soon."

After saying that, Aunt Hui turned around and walked into the kitchen to make dumplings with Minci.

Yang Yang smiled at An Mixiu. When he lowered his head and found a magazine on the table, he reached for it and started reading it. He wanted to look for any photos of his idol Haizi in it.

Just after turning two pages, he saw a report about Haizi, accompanied by a vertical photo. His eyes were firmly attracted, and he read attentively.

An Mixiu was attracted by the sound of Xinnan playing the piano. He turned around and looked at Xinnan. While watching him practice the piano, he made gestures with his hands.

After a while, Aunt Hui brought two plates of dumplings and placed them in front of An Mixiu and Yang Yang. She didn't stop, she just told the guests to take it easy, and then walked back to the kitchen.

As soon as the dumplings came, Yang Yang couldn't help but pick one up and eat it. He was already very hungry, and the dumplings were so delicious, which immediately whetted his appetite.

An Mixiu, who was opposite him, was actually not too hungry. He was just having a routine meal. If he didn't eat, he would be hungry. If he ate too much, he would be too full, so he thought of eating something to fill his stomach first, and then eat formally in the evening. a meal.

Unlike Qiao Shefei, An Mixiu has easily integrated into human society. His living standard has been good for so many years, so he does not have that much desire for food.

He just picked up a dumpling gracefully and took a bite, then put down his chopsticks and listened intently to Xinnan playing the piano.

After Xinnan finished playing the song, An Mixiu said to Xinnan: "Supposedly, playing the piano should be a happy thing, but I didn't feel the happy emotion in your piano sound, I only felt the urgency. And nervousness, let me tell you, your problem is not with the music and the piano, but with your hands and your heart."

Xinnan turned around and looked at the source of the sound. This sight made him both surprised and suspicious.

"Zhang Jian? Why are you here?"

An Mixiu shook his head first, then pointed at his face and said, "I'm not Zhang Jian, my name is An Mixiu, I just look a lot like him. You're not the first to admit your mistake, and you probably won't be the last." .”

Xinnan also discovered that this man's temperament was completely different from Zhang Jian's. He didn't have the domineering look as rumored. Instead, he was as gentle as a spring breeze. The man in front of him was more of a pianist than Zhang Jian.

Xinnan stood up, walked to An Mixiu, and extended his right hand to him.

"Sorry, I got the wrong person. My name is Li Xinnan. Nice to meet you."

"me too, nice to meet you."

An Mixiu stood up and gently held Xin Nan's hand.

Just as the two shook hands with each other, Yang Yang on the other side had already finished eating the dumplings. Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he quickly stuffed the magazine on the table into his bag and ran out of the dumpling restaurant with the bag in hand.

Xinnan caught the child's movements with his peripheral vision, pointed at his back and asked An Mixiu: "Is this your child?"

"I'm not married yet, so how can I have such a big kid? It seems like this kid wants to get in touch with me and want to have a king's meal."

An Mixiu smiled and didn't care. He had developed in human society for a long time and had accumulated a lot of wealth. He could afford this meal.