The two of them seemed to have regained their frolicism in the past, and Jiang Da Mao's stomach seemed to be a bottomless pit that could not be filled at any time.

"I want to eat meat buns."

Xie Shen scraped the tip of his nose helplessly, and handed the wallet to him, "Take the money to buy it yourself." ”

Jiang Lin was thick-skinned, unceremoniously took 50 yuan from his wallet, and ran to the roadside stall on the opposite side, while Xie Shen was waiting for him on the opposite side.

He likes to eat the meat buns made by Uncle Li's house in Xixiang, which are full of ingredients, delicious, and soft skin, and he can't stop gurgling just thinking about his stomach.

Coincidentally, I happened to bump into Jock, who had just calmly taught on the stage, and Jock communicated with Uncle Li in broken Chinese, who was born and raised locally, and there were few people in the older generation who could read.

Uncle Li can't read, he can't even speak Mandarin, only a few simple words, you tell him Mandarin, he can't understand it, what he can understand is the local vernacular, usually his children will come over to help him take care of the stall for a while.

At this time, it was evening, almost the time to close the stall, and it was estimated that Uncle Li's children would go back to get food first, and the stall would be closed after a while, so nothing should happen.

It can be regarded as a coincidence, the two of them are like chickens and ducks, and they talked for a long time.

Jiang Lin: "......"

There was no fluctuation in his heart, and he even wanted to laugh a little.

He hurriedly stepped forward and asked Qiao Ke's needs in fluent English, and then, speaking the local dialect, he simply translated with Uncle Li.

#On what is the use of you know Chinese! It's still going to kill you! #

#论中华文化的博大精深, a county, more than a dozen villages, the dialect and accent of each village are not necessarily the same#

Jock coughed lightly and said embarrassedly: "Actually, I can speak Chinese, but he doesn't seem to understand." ”

Jiang Lin covered his lips and chuckled: "Old Uncle Li can only understand dialects, not Chinese. ”

Jock nodded, "Thank you." ”

Jiang Lin shook his head, "No, it's just a gesture." ”

Jock seemed to want to say something, Jiang Lin picked up his meat bun and waved goodbye to him, Xie Shen was still waiting for him opposite.

If others are going to take this opportunity to brush their faces in front of the master, however, Jiang Lin really doesn't feel anything.

And what about the masters? What about the great gods?

Not everyone is a genius!

You can't do it in one step, but you can do it one step at a time; It's not easy to do a blockbuster, but you can do one thing well; It's impossible to become a genius all at once, but it's possible to improve a little bit every day.

Genius is 1 percent inspiration and 99 percent perspiration. The closer you are, the farther away you are; The simpler the tone, the more strenuous practice is required.

Jiang Lin is not a genius, if he has to define himself, then he is probably a mediocre talent.

However, just like him, a salted fish, still has his own dreams.

Don't you think that sparkling gemstone is gorgeous, don't you feel that it is rewarding to complete a design, don't you think that one day, your partner will walk into the auditorium with the gem you designed?

Dreaming of such a mysterious and mysterious thing, who knows, is like a life-saving straw, which makes people can't help but want to gamble and give it a go!

What about the giants?

Don't giants have to practice? Don't giants need to work hard? The reason why a giant became a giant was that he just spent other people's coffee time on things he loved.

Jiang Lin opened the car door and strode in.

The corners of Xie Shen's mouth turned up, and he seemed to smile and said, "Why did you go for so long?" With that, he tapped his watch.

"I met Master Jock at the bun shop."

“……”

"Ahem, you said bun shop?"

"Uh-huh." Jiang Lin nodded.

Xie Shen pinched his chin with his big palm, "How do you feel when you touch Master Chock?" ”

"Nope."

Xie Shen glanced at him in surprise, "Aren't you surprised, excited, and ecstatic when you see a legend in the design world?" ”

Jiang Lin thought for a while, "There should be excitement, but that's all." ”

"That's all?"

"Even if he is a master of ingenuity, he is just an ordinary person in the end, does he have three heads and six arms? Do I need anything to touch other than having some excitement? ”

Xie Shen held his cheek with one hand and quipped: "Don't you want to be the master's apprentice?" ”

"He may be a good designer, but he is not necessarily a good teacher, even if he imparts his lifelong learning to me, however, it is useless, I can only learn the form, not the soul."

"Every designer, his work will have his own style, no matter how many combinations he changes, but his real style will not change, just like a left-hander, even if he can hold chopsticks with his right hand, but that's just that he can hold chopsticks with his right hand, after all, he will not be used to eating with his right hand."

Xie Shen rubbed his head, "So, what do you think?" ”

Jiang Lin knocked on the car window with his fingers, and his eyebrows were full of energy, "I am more inclined to be an opponent than an apprentice." ”

Xie Shen glanced at him, his fingers tracing his lips, "Come on." ”

I have to say that Jiang Lin and Xie Shen have changed the most together because of their self-confidence.

Jiang Lin is a person with extremely low self-esteem, family factors, and acquired cultivation bind him, he dare not chase what he wants, he is always burdened with the responsibility of a family.

He's a man, and he's going to take responsibility.

He is very aware of who he is and what he needs to do, but this self-knowledge is always in his mind about what should be done and what should not be done.

Quiet, temperate, thrifty, industrious......

All of them are walls he has built for himself.

Everyone lives in the wall, the wall made by society, the wall made by the family, the wall cast by the school.

Just like when you were a child, you went to the lotus pond to pick lotus flowers, which was a dangerous move in the eyes of your parents, and a bad move in the eyes of your teachers, so how did they know the beauty of the lotus pond.

After the rain, the water droplets sprinkled on the lotus leaves, after the baptism of the rain, the lotus flowers are more and more charming, the pink buds gradually open, you walk on the fence built with red bricks, and try to pick it down by hand.

There was something black sticking to it under the hedge, it was frog eggs, and small black tadpoles were swimming underneath.

No one knows how happy you are when you pick the lotus flowers, even if you lose a shoe.

I know it's impossible, but I still save money, save money to buy related books, I know it's impossible, but I'm still studying over and over again, I know it's impossible, but you like it!

Because I like it, I learned to persevere.