After arguing with the dean, Lin Qian'an finally let the dean accept the money.
For him, there is really no place to spend a lot of money for the time being.
Many of the facilities at the orphanage were actually very old. When he went back before, he could only watch helplessly because he was too distracted and too weak to do so.
Now that he has money, he naturally wants to give back to the place that raised him as soon as possible.
With this money, those younger brothers and sisters should be able to live a better life, and the dean can also adopt more orphans.
In this way, two days passed quickly, and it was June 3rd.
Lin Qian'an's game progress was temporarily stuck, but there were visible changes in her internal skills training.
He now has to hit the eyebrow acupoint four times a day, three times to fill his Dantian with Qi, and once to consume nearly half of the Dantian's Qi before going to bed to ensure that he will not be awakened by the Dantian's Qi midway.
The acupoints between the eyebrows also undergo new changes every day, and the barrier is obviously getting thinner in Lin Qian'an's perception.
He doesn't know when he will suddenly open up the acupuncture point between the eyebrows, and then break through to the innate realm.
At about nine o'clock in the evening, Lin Qian'an had a sudden inspiration and turned on the computer to code two more chapters.
When he came to his senses, it was already half past eleven in the evening.
At this time, he felt a little hungry, so he planned to go out to a night market stall to eat something.
Because the population of Shuangrong County is not large, the night market is actually not very lively. In addition, it is not yet July and August when stalls are popular, so basically all the night market stall owners will close their stalls and leave at twelve o'clock.
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From the time Lin Qian'an went out to the night market, it was already almost 11:50.
He just happened to be in time when the last wave of stalls were closed.
After ordering more than twenty skewers at a barbecue stall, Lin Qian'an opened a can of drink and waited quietly by the side of the stall to start watching videos.
Since the country disclosed extraordinary information, information about extraordinary people is now available everywhere on the Internet.
Moreover, there are more and more abnormal events, and some new jokes have also appeared.
There are many hidden extraordinary beings who have now disclosed their information and started making self-media videos.
Among them is Wang Bin, the head coach of the eight million fishermen in Qing'an City.
In his latest video, he apparently used a slender fishing rod to fish a motorcycle weighing more than 400 kilograms directly from the bottom of the river.
It feels like a small crane.
However, currently, there are many people who abuse memes and extraordinary abilities online.
The country is also promulgating relevant policies and actively combating supernatural crimes.
Compared with the domestic situation, Lin Qian'an discovered that foreign countries were actually already in chaos.
It seems that since January of this year, the frequency of memes has become more and more frequent. In addition, foreign countries do not seem to be very active in dealing with it, and control is relatively weak. There are already signs of a complete collapse.
But having said that, even if there is no stalker, their situation doesn't seem to be much better.
That is to say, he was not interested in foreign news before, and foreign countries have been in a subtle state of chaos for a long time, with wars and crimes everywhere, so Lin Qianan did not notice it at all.
Otherwise, if he had just watched foreign news a few more times, he would probably have realized the emergence of memes.
At this time, the stall owner had grilled the skewers Lin Qianan needed and brought them up, and immediately started busy preparing to close the stall.
Soon, the stall owner packed up his things, pushed the barbecue cart and left.
Seeing this, Lin Qian'an also took a disposable lunch box and walked out of the night market while eating skewers.
And just as he was passing by an alley, the sound of a piano suddenly sounded.
The sound of the piano was very urgent, and at the same time it was so clear in the silent night.
Lin Qian'an recognized the name of this song because it was the very famous "Flight of the Bumblebee".
Along with the music, there is also the aroma of cumin.
At this time, through the light of the street lamp, Lin Qian'an also saw the source of the piano sound in the alley.
That's a piano skewers cart?
He didn’t know if that was the right way to describe it, but it was indeed a combination of a piano and a skewer cart!!
Sitting on the piano skewers cart was a handsome man with black hair and blue eyes wearing a tuxedo.
Along with the tapping of the piano keys, the skewers kept rolling, and at the same time, the piano car slowly drove out of the alley.
[Tip: There are stalks appearing near the host and they have been marked.]
Just when the piano skewers cart was only about ten meters away from Lin Qian'an, a prompt appeared.
Lin Qian'an looked at the piano car and the man in a tuxedo with red marks, and couldn't help but narrowed his eyes slightly.
Before Lin Qian'an could think more, the piano car had slowly stopped in front of Lin Qian'an.
The man sitting on the piano cart stood up, picked up two skewers of barbecue in his right hand, and bowed to Lin Qian'an with a gentlemanly salute: "Thank you for listening. Do you want to eat skewers, sir?"
Lin Qian'an smelled the rich aroma of the skewers, then looked at the skewers in her disposable food box, and suddenly felt that her skewers were so soulless.
Subconsciously, Lin Qian'an took the kebab from the other party's hand.
When you take a bite, the juices of the tender barbecue pieces splash out, mixed with the green pepper, which neutralizes a little greasiness. With the unique flavor in your mouth, special notes resound in your mind.
""destiny"?"
Lin Qian'an woke up suddenly, and her expression became extremely strange.
After hearing Lin Qian'an's words, the man showed a hint of surprise and said: "Sir, you actually heard its name? Not many people in the night market know how to appreciate my music. I thought no one here would understand it.
Here it is!"
Lin Qian'an asked: "Since you want to find people who can appreciate your music, why don't you go to a place like the Opera House to perform? People there will definitely understand your music."
"No, they don't understand, and there, their minds are not on music at all. Only in the night market can anyone really stop and appreciate my music, even though they appreciate the gap more than the art.
." The man in the tuxedo explained.
Lin Qian'an couldn't help but fell into silence after hearing this.
What the man said is right. In many popular videos now, the delivery guys are versatile and can easily get out of the circle.
But is it his art that people appreciate?
No, actually I just want to see the difference.
"My name is Zavent. Dear sir, may I have the honor to know your name?" Zavent asked aloud.
"Lin Qian'an." Lin Qian'an replied.
"Mr. Lin Qian'an, do you have free time now? Am I lucky enough to be able to invite you to listen to a piece of music here?" Zavent asked.
"Of course." Lin Qian'an nodded.
"Then, the next song is "For Alice". This song has a slow rhythm and is suitable for grilling some vegetarian food. Sir, do you like spicy food?"
Zavent said as he began to place skewers such as potatoes, eggplants and leeks on the grill above the piano.
"I don't have any taboos, so just wait and see." Lin Qian'an said.
"Then, Mr. Lin Qian'an, please listen to the piano music "For Alice"."
Zavent lifted up his swallowtail and suddenly sat in front of the piano cart.
As Zavent's hands fell and his fingers shook, a piece of comfortable music began to play.
While playing, he would reach out and grab the condiment bottle on the side and sprinkle seasonings such as cumin and chili pepper on the skewers.
The combination of piano music and the aroma of grilled skewers made Lin Qian'an's expression very comfortable. He felt as if he was getting a massage, and the faint pain in his lungs temporarily disappeared.
After the song ended, Lin Qian'an took the kebab from Zafunt and asked: "How much?"
"Dear sir, it's hard to find a good friend, so consider these kebabs as my invitation to you!" Zavent said with a smile.
After saying that, he got on his piano kebab car again, played the piano and gradually moved away.
Lin Qian'an looked at the kebabs she got from Zavent, with a very wonderful expression on her face.
Because he suddenly discovered that kebabs are also a joke!!
He picked up a skewer and thought about it.
[Prompt: Whether to collect the stalk points attached to the current stalk. (Prompt: After collecting the stalk points, the stalk will lose its original function.)]
[Tip: 0.1 stalk points have been successfully collected.]
The next moment, the skewers in his hands turned into ordinary skewers. The aroma on them was still there, but Lin Qianan felt as if it had lost its soul.
After picking it up and taking a bite, Lin Qian'an confirmed her guess.
At this point, its taste is no different from ordinary kebabs.
And most importantly, there is no music echoing in my mind anymore.
Lin Qian'an looked at his dashboard.
The number of points above has not increased, perhaps because the decimal points are not displayed.
He expressed some regrets about this.
And just when this idea appeared, he found that his object point changed from 13 to 13.3.
Lin Qian'an didn't expect that there was room for adjustment in this panel, and tried to make it display more complex data, but failed.
Shaking her head, Lin Qian'an looked back at the direction Zavent left.
In his eyes, the red light of the mark also appeared on Zavent's body.
There is no doubt that he himself is also a joke.
If Lin Qian'an wanted to, he might be able to subdue him and collect the clues directly.
But Lin Qian'an didn't do that in the end.
Zavent was obviously a harmless meme, and facing a human who could communicate normally, Lin Qian'an couldn't do that kind of thing.
Putting the skewers given by Zavent in his mouth, Lin Qian'an took a bite.
Along with the rich aroma and special taste, a moving piano music also played in my mind.
After eating a skewer, Lin Qian'an felt much more energetic, and most of the fatigue caused by the whole day's activities had disappeared.
After eating Zavent's kebabs, he felt a little unable to eat ordinary kebabs.
But after all, we couldn't waste food, so Lin Qian'an still had to swallow it all.
After returning to her residence, Lin Qian'an turned on her computer and searched for keywords such as night market, tuxedo men, and piano skewers cart, and then saw related memes.
But it turned out that a very popular craft blogger was inspired to make a piano skewers cart, which cleverly combined Yangchun Baixue and Lower Riba people.
So after the video became popular, the meme of the night market pianist was derived.
It is said that every midnight, accompanied by bursts of piano music and the aroma of cumin, he will appear and bring people kebabs and music.
Lin Qian'an guessed that Zafunt should also be born because of this joke.
Thinking of his skewers, Lin Qian'an actually looked forward to meeting him again at night.