Twenty rings

Shang Tang also had a dream that night.

He knew it was a dream, because things in the dream had happened.

That bastard Xia Ke is still the vice president of Xia, there are five people and six people, and they look like dogs.Their school held a party with the school next door—it was called a party, but it was actually a rivalry between the two schools. Representatives sent by the student unions of the two schools sat together and competed for internal strength.

In the end it was down to the wine fight, and there were two bottles of white on the table.Xia Ke had already found out that the student council president and secretary-general next door were from Northeast and Shandong, and took time to check the origins of his members one by one. If none of them came from a province with a strong wine culture, he shouted up to the sky, and the situation was over.

Shang Tang put on a taciturn expression, too lazy to tell him that I can still do math for the college entrance examination after a catty of liquor.

As a result, the wine table hadn't started to drink yet, the school next door was gearing up, and their school was windy and cold.Xia Ke's bastard Da Ma Jindao sat down, smiled like a general, and said: "Since the brother next door is the first to draw down the road, today you and I will stop if one of you drinks."

Shang Tang became more and more impatient, and kept poohing in his heart. Do you think you are a bandit?

He didn't know that bastard's drinking capacity yet, and thought that if he dared to pretend like this, he could at least drink seven or eight taels of baijiu.Who knew that bastard picked up the white wine cup, which was not enough to feed the birds, went down three times, said to him: "I'll leave it to you." He closed his eyes and fell down.

Shang Tang supported this shameless bastard who was dead, and his face turned black at that moment.The school next door didn't expect such a situation, so they left the venue awkwardly.

Before Xia Ke, the student union was a women's army, and the president, publicity committee member, and secretary general were all female students. Only Shang Tang, a newcomer to the student union, could carry vice president Xia back to school.

But he, Mr. Shang, would not do the kind of thing that sweats in the summer, carrying a dead pig that is about the same height and weight as him back to school.He opened a room, threw the person there, walked to the door, held the doorknob in his hand, felt as if he was being crushed by something in his heart, it was extremely strange, shut his mouth and turned back, and sat cross-legged on another bed to read textbooks.

He obviously didn't want to see that sloppy Vice President Xia, but he couldn't help but pay attention to that person while reading the textbook.

At seven or eight o'clock in the evening, Xia Ke woke up, pressed his forehead, and said in a hoarse voice, "Are you... Shang Tang from the School of Economics and Management?"

Shang Tang stepped out of bed to pour water for him, put down the glass with a snap, and spurned himself for pouring water for him. A 19-year-old young man, with a sharp tone: "If you can't drink it, don't drink it, shame!"

The man reached for the water glass and drank half of it.For a while, the only sound of him drinking water was the only sound in the guest room, and then he laughed for a while after drinking, and sat on the bed indifferently and said: "Why do you have to be drunk when you can solve the problem with my embarrassment?"

——At that moment, he saw Shake's eyes, maybe because he watched that man smoke too much, there was a twinkle in his eyes, like a cigarette butt glowing in the dark.Shang Tang had the illusion that he was burned, so he found an excuse to slam the door and leave the guest room, with his back against the door, leaving Xia Ke alone, puzzled by the sound of the door slamming.

This is the beginning, the beginning is a glass of water.

How did you change from handing a glass of water to helping him in the student union, how did you change from handing a glass of water to buying and delivering meals for him, to blocking him when he was drinking, and to whispering in his ear when he was smoking? Say lung cancer.

Hand out that glass of water, and he falls into the bottomless abyss.Shang Tang gritted his teeth and got up from the bed. If he had known today, if he had known today, he should have chopped off the hand that gave the bastard water.

It's better than it is now, a dilemma.

Shang Tang threw away the quilt, put on plastic gloves in the early morning, and swept the floor.

When he was a child, his parents were not at home for many years. His father was busy with work and his mother was busy with business. He went to elementary school by himself, lived in middle school and high school, and his parents hired someone to clean for him. The house is always clean and stately.Parents said they were busy, and asked their subordinates to pick him up from school every week. They didn't know what he liked to eat, so they took him to the best hotel in the city for a buffet, until he was more familiar with the cafeteria than the school.At that time, he felt that the hotel was no different from a luxurious but unpopular "home".

One day he hoped that his life would change, and told the cleaner not to come for a week, the house was messy and dirty, but his parents didn't come back, and his life didn't change.

On Shangtang’s 15th birthday, facing an empty house, he swept the floor, fetched water, mopped the floor by himself, and wiped the marble handrails on the stairs with a rag.

Who would have expected that his obsessive-compulsive disorder in doing housework would be cheap, that bastard.

Shang Tang is 21 years old this year. At dawn, the rag fell into the bucket. He cleaned his apartment spotlessly and decided to end his feelings for Sha Ke.

In the same morning, Xia Ke received a message: Come out.

He looked at the number for a while, then rubbed his face vigorously, as if he wanted to rub off a layer of skin, and wiped off all the numbness and exhaustion, then put on his down jacket and walked out.

It was still snowing outside, and soon his short hair was covered with a layer of white, and snow seeds also fell on his thick black eyebrows.

He took every step so that he wanted to turn around and run, and they parked a bullish Land Rover Evoque outside the school.Xia Ke went up, knocked on the car window, and the car window slid down. A mature man in all clothes and leather shoes was refined and elegant, but his eyes were quite stern. He glanced at him: "Come up."

Any law school student should recognize that this is An Ye, the vice dean of their law school.The old man Gao of the Department of History is highly respected, and he is called "Old Gao" in private. This vice president, An, is more than 20 years younger than Lao Gao, but whenever his name is mentioned by students, he has to be called "Old Gao" respectfully. An old man".It is said that word of mouth has been passed down from generation to generation of the school's law school: Bai'an Lao, passed the judicial examination.

Xia Ke grinned: "No, Mr. An? You look at this car, and then you look at me..."

Mr. An appreciated the face and added a word: "Get out, come up, come."

Xia Ke climbed up slowly, and closed the door smoothly. The snow seeds on his hair melted, and his straight black hair was wet like a hedgehog's thorns: "What's the matter?"

An Ye's expression suddenly softened a little, remembering that the little bastard had sharp eyes, he turned his head to look ahead without any trace, took out a card from his pocket, and threw it into the back seat.

Xia Ke caught it with an "ouch" and heard a brief explanation: "Take it and use it, the password is your birthday."

Xia Ke just laughed: "Hey, let me tell you, why do you always want to support me?"

"I have been raising you since you were eight years old."

Xia Ke was silent for a moment, then put the card on the seat: "So I can't spend any more money from you."

The snow on Xia Ke's coat melted into water and stained the leather chair. Anye's slender fingers rested on the steering wheel: "Without spending my money, you can tell me without guilt that you like men and come out with me?"

On the contrary, Xia Ke didn't take it seriously: "Correct you, there is nothing wrong with sexual orientation. Even if I like men, I can't feel guilty about anyone."

An Ye was vaguely angry, but immediately suppressed it, and turned calm: "You said that you can't feel guilty to anyone. Since you entered the school, there are only two boys who have a really good relationship. Shangtang from the management and Zhou Minmin from the law, You came out with me, and you were afraid that I would embarrass your sweetheart, one of these two people is the real master, and the other is a smoke bomb—are you guilty of that smoke bomb?"

Xia Ke shouted: "I didn't—" The denial stopped abruptly in the middle, did I, did I...use one of them?The more I questioned myself, the more uncertain I became, and my usual ever-changing face was full of confusion.

Anye smiled but said, "Now, get lost."