After being busy all day, when Lin Miao went to the Children's Palace to learn the piano at night, he couldn't remember anything about Luo Li, the former tablemate. Of course, with his mental age, if he really takes this young child seriously, it is called a middle-aged goldfish guy possessed.

Let's not talk about whether there is a psychological perversion for the time being, but the potential for crime definitely exists.

Lin Miao was engrossed in doing the most basic scale exercises under Zhong Chuhui's patience and tolerance all night, but he consumed too much energy in the morning, and the more he played seriously, the more his hands were crippled.

The little kid who came in at the same time on the side could play at twice the speed, but he still didn't feel anything, and his ability to operate the instrument was so low that even Lin Miao himself wanted to chop off these hands and feed them to the dog.

Zhong Chuhui was very eccentric by Lin Miao's side, and sat for almost two full classes.

But no matter how hard she taught, Lin Miao still didn't grow at all. Zhong Chuhui could only sigh that God was really fair, and seemed to have given Lin Miao everything, but obviously deprived him of some very important things.

Looking at Lin Miao's slender and white fingers like a little girl, Teacher Zhong was a little puzzled about what this child's hands would be used to operate in the future.

It seems that a mathematician or a scientist doesn't need such beautiful hands......

Lin Miao was laughed at by the bear children and bear parents in the classroom all night after the dog's progress in learning the piano.

Returning home with a black face after class, Lin Miao remembered an even more ridiculous thing that his old Lin had done in his previous life on the road.

Here's what happened: Lao Lin probably belonged to the kind of musicality when he was young, and he was very talented in musical instruments. According to his own bragging, it only took half a day to learn erhu.

So with this kind of life experience, Lao Lin feels that musical instruments should be the easiest thing to learn in the world.

Later, after Lao Lin's career collapsed, he still wanted Lin Miao to learn some music, whether it was cultivating his sentiments or entertaining himself, anyway, it would be better than not at all.

Since Lao Lin wanted to learn the violin when he was young and couldn't afford to buy the piano, when he thought of it, he bought Lin Miao a bargain on a whim, hoping that his son could also inherit his mantle and be self-taught. However, Lao Lin was disappointed in the end.

Because of the skill of hands-on ability and hand-brain coordination, Lin Miao has almost 100% inherited her mother's genes.

After the violin was bought, it was put on the shelf, until many years later, the strings were broken due to lack of maintenance, and Lin Miao never played a complete melody. And Lin Miao felt in her heart that Lao Lin's wishful thinking was indeed enough.

Why do you look down on the violin so much?

How can it be so easy to be self-taught?

People don't want to lose face for their violins?

"Alas......" Lin Miao sat on the toddler's seat on the back seat of her mother's bicycle and let out a sigh.

In this life, I don't expect to play the instrument well. All in all, the upper limit of talent is too low. This piano should be learned for his father, if the family can afford to buy a piano in the future, one day when the interest comes, you can play the piano to Lao Lin, and let him be happy......

When she got home at night, Lin Miao simply washed up, and she was so tired that she almost fell asleep.

The next day was Sunday, and Lin Miao rarely slept in the morning, and didn't get up until 8 o'clock.

After getting up, Lao Lin, who has always gotten up late on weekends, has already gone out. Lin Miao asked her mother, and Jiang Ping said with a dark face that Lao Lin had gone to the countryside to find Lin Miao's grandmother.

Lin Miao knew that Jiang Ping and his grandmother had always had a tense relationship between her mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, so she didn't ask any more.

After breakfast, at 9 o'clock, Lin Miao refused the invitation of a group of little children in front of and behind the courtyard, and sat quietly at home in a daze.

I don't want to do the Olympiad math questions, and I am not in the mood to write the preface of "Miscellaneous Conversations in the Small Courtyard", so I am even more lazy to watch TV shows, and I feel that my life is extremely empty.

After squandering half an hour of his life, he finally came back to his senses, and then took out four hundred squares and wrote five big characters.

Application for Party Membership.

This thing, counting on Lao Lin to write it himself, it is estimated that he will have to drag it out until the Year of the Monkey.

And thinking about Lao Lin's true level, he shouldn't be able to hold back a few words.

Being a son is so helpless, this has nothing to do with "filial piety", mainly if the father pounces too hard, it will inevitably affect the son's life. So Lin Miao didn't feel how filial he was, he just didn't want to be held back by Lao Lin's tricks in this life. I really don't have high requirements, I just want to live a rich life in the middle class, and then marry a fair and beautiful daughter-in-law, convex and backward, long legs and thin waist, gentle and lovely......

With such thoughts, Lin Miao wrote this "Application for Joining the Party" like a god.

From junior high school to graduate school, and then to work for several years after graduation, Lin Miao, who has been studying and contacting the history of the party for N years, has been familiar with modern Chinese history for a long time, and has long been so good that he can go to the Education Commission to compile textbooks.

He first sang the praises of our party's glorious history from the founding of the party to the founding of the army to the founding of the country, leading the people of all ethnic groups across the country to overthrow the three mountains and opening up a new era of Chinese civilization, and then infinitely elevated the party's significance and influence on the country, the nation, history, the people, and the global pattern, and finally expressed his resolute support for the advanced political system of the party, the country, and the people. With the confidence and determination to unswervingly believe that socialism and communism will come, he wrote from his early 9 o'clock in the morning to his early 11:30 o'clock in one breath, and when he drew the last period, his stomach was already rumbling, and the application of more than 2,000 words was considered completed.

Lin Miao turned her neck and rubbed her wrist.

Turning his head to look at Jiang Ping, his mother, who didn't dare to watch TV for fear of making noise about him writing, was already lying on the bed and sleeping in the dark.

"Mama. Lin Miao shouted cutely.

"Hmm......" Jiang Ping opened her eyes in a daze and asked, "What time is it?"

Lin Miao looked up at the clock hanging high and replied, "11:38." ”

"It's more than 11 o'clock?" Jiang Ping instantly sobered up, sat up suddenly, and said with an anxious face, "Ouch, why didn't you call me earlier, I haven't cooked yet, and your father will scold me again when he comes back......"

"Well, I was wrong. Lin Miao said lightly.

This is a good habit developed in the previous life, and all the blame of the mother must be accepted with an open mind.

Anyway, admitting mistakes and not deducting money, quarreling a few times a month not only saves time and energy for quarrels, but also effectively prevents cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases and maintains a good living and working mood.

Jiang Ping hurriedly ran downstairs to wash rice and cook.

Lin Miao's rice bucket is a very rare semi-automatic equipment issued by Lin Guorong's unit. Just like the household water dispenser in the future, press the opening and the rice inside will pour out. But to be honest, it doesn't really have much use.

It's just used to serve as a façade and pretend to be a force.

Jiang Ping took out the rice measuring cup, and was bending over to pick up the rice falling out of the machine in the dark corner, when the back door of the house suddenly opened.

Lin Guorong walked in with two huge bags in his hands, panting, full of breath, and shouted: "Ah Ping, come out and get something, Mom is back!"

Lin Miao took two steps sideways, followed the light that came in through the back door, and saw Lin Guorong.

Beside Lin Guorong, there stood a middle-aged woman with a short stature but a strong temperament, and the things she carried in her hand were not even less than those held by Lin Guorong.

This year's grandmother was only in her 50s, and even her hair was still black and thick.

But at this moment, the feeling she gave Lin Miao was very weird and not much different from the old lady who was dying twenty years later.

"Alas......" Lin Miao sighed, although there was a sentence that he shouldn't talk about as a grandson, but when he saw his grandmother, he couldn't help but mutter, "It's sour, the wolf is coming, the good days are over......"