Armor: I can only summon the general

Editor Liao put his hand on Xiao Song's shoulder and kept talking, talking about what he thought was his motto in life, completely unaware of the change in Xiao Song's eyes.

Xiao Song raised his hand and touched his work ID card. He struggled for the last time in his heart, and then with great determination, he tore off the work ID card around his neck, and also tore off his press ID card. The blue nylon braided rope strangled him. His neck hurt, but he didn't care anymore.

"Editor, I quit."

Xiao Song fiercely threw the press card to Editor Liao. After careful consideration, he finally decided to get off this pirate ship and could no longer follow the old editor to death.

This crazy person is so arrogant that he regards himself as the representative of all mankind and society, and has the nerve to say that young people are arrogant. It is really disgusting.

Xiao Song just wants a job. He wants to live in this city, preferably with a higher standard of living than now. But now the risks he faces are much greater than the value of this job. There are also What is there to say, of course, just pack up and leave.

In the past, Xiao Song rarely went to other places. He had lived here since he was a child. His poor family background meant that he had never been to the surrounding cities.

When he grew up, he found a job locally close to home, which made him afraid to face new environments.

But not long ago, he watched An Mixiu leave on the train. As he watched the train gradually drive away into the distance, he also felt yearning in his heart. Ever since he entered society, he seemed to have never yearned for the outside world. .

Reality trapped him in a small cage, leaving him only a few opportunities to break out. Unfortunately, Xiao Song didn't grasp it even once, and later he gradually accepted his fate. After all, survival was important to him. Larger than life.

But when he stood on the platform of the train station and kept looking at the departing trains, he remembered that his childhood wish was to be a painter, carrying a drawing board and traveling around the famous mountains and rivers of the motherland, leaving behind beautiful scenery. on the paper.

The appearance and departure of An Mixiu greatly touched Xiao Song.

The moment his work permit was torn off, it seemed that the shackles that imprisoned him were also broken. At this moment, he yearned for the free air. He didn't want to stay in this low and narrow editorial office for a moment.

Xiao Song glanced at Editor Liao with disdain. He raised his hand to adjust his glasses, turned around and left the editorial department, as if he was not the one who hurriedly arrived ten minutes ago.

Editor Liao didn't react until Xiao Song walked out of the editorial office. His surprised expression seemed to be engraved on his face.

After a long time, Editor Liao frowned and lowered his head. He glanced in disbelief at the press card and work ID hanging in his hand, and then at the empty editorial office before his head came to his senses.

"Xiao Song, he actually... left? Is he going to quit now?"

Editor Liao murmured to himself in surprise, looking towards the place where Xiao Song left, but Xiao Song had already walked out of the alley, and there was no shadow left.

Editor-in-chief Liao still doesn’t believe that Xiao Song will really resign.

This is not the first day Editor Liao has met Xiao Song. Based on his understanding of Xiao Song, no matter how much pressure he exerts, Xiao Song would not dare to let out a fart, but today he actually has the courage to resign? What a skill.

Editor Liao was very puzzled by Xiao Song's behavior. He hadn't calmed down since An Mixiu came, and he couldn't calm down now that An Mixiu was gone. Even Xiao Song, the usually soft rabbit, started biting people. This The work is so difficult.

No matter how puzzling Editor Liao is, it’s useless. Xiaosong people are all gone, so whatever he says is nonsense.

"Oh, let's go, let's all go. You don't want to do this job. There are people rushing to do it. If you leave, I will recruit new employees immediately. Not only that, I will recruit three at a time. I don't believe that I will be without you." Two butchers, and I have to eat pigs with hair on them?”

Editor Liao slammed Xiao Song's ID card to the ground, raised his foot and stomped it hard twice before kicking it to the corner, turned around and walked back to his seat.

He turned on the computer, used the computer to edit a recruitment information and printed it out, then walked out holding the pile of paper.

After Xiao Song left the editorial office, he raised his arms and stretched. From the moment he walked out of the editorial office, the shackles around his neck were left there forever.

"Next, I'm going to start doing what I love."

He walked back home with brisk steps, thinking about where he was going and what he was going to do.

After thinking about it all the way, it wasn't until he walked into the unit that he decided that he was going to pursue his childhood dream of becoming a painter.

After making the decision, he happily went upstairs, walked to the door of his house, took out the key, and was about to open the door when he suddenly slapped his head.

"It's over. I just want to be a painter. How can I become a painter if I don't know how to paint?"

Xiao Song recalled in his mind that the last time he drew was in junior high school. At that time, there were art classes in school, and the teacher led them to write and draw in small notebooks.

But as time went by, after the first half of the second year of junior high school, he never took an art class again.

It wasn't until he went to college that he majored in Chinese language and literature. When he was in school, he disliked the teachers in the college. In order to not become a teacher, he took a second major, took the press card test, and later became a reporter. .

During this period, he basically didn't paint anymore. The only time he started painting was just a graduation project, but can that be called painting? That can only be called harder toilet paper.

"How about changing to something else? What should I change to?"

When he encountered a problem that couldn't be solved, Xiao Song immediately thought of giving up, but the next question came right after him. Why not be a painter?

He began to search through his childhood memories in his mind, trying to find more of his dreams, but all he thought of were irrelevant.

"When I was little, I loved eating pickled cabbage dumplings. How about I become a gourmet? No, no, let's change it. I remember that I used to love watching cartoons, but I couldn't make cartoons either. By the way, I used to... ... No... And... No... Oh!!!"

Xiao Song stood dejectedly at the door of his house. He thought of countless plans in his mind, but in the end he rejected them one by one. But the more he thought about other things, the more he felt that being a painter would be good.

After some ideological struggle, he finally decided to become a painter. Isn’t it because he has never studied? Can’t I just finish studying? Not only do I have to study, I also want to go to the best school to study.

Thinking of this, Xiao Song immediately found the key and inserted it into the door lock. As soon as he entered the door, he went straight to the living room, rummaged through the drawer of the coffee table in the living room, and finally found a small book with a list of his classmates.