Twenty rings

Xia Ke walked downstairs lazily. At the time between the big class and the big class, the students going down and down the teaching floor were in a hurry.

Only one figure stopped.

White shirt, black trousers, tall and thin, with a loose waist of the shirt.He seemed not afraid of the cold at all, instead of wearing a down jacket, he was wearing it.

The ground was sprinkled with salt from melting snow, Xia Ke walked towards him as if nothing had happened, and said with a smile, "Hey, handsome Shang."

Shang Tang said: "Old man Gao scolded you?"

Shake shrugged: "It's commonplace."

Shang Tang said briefly: "Don't make extra money."

"Look in front of your eyes, do you see me? I am a tall man, and I eat three meals a day. I can eat three bowls of rice for one meal. I have myself to support."

Shangtang wanted to say "I will support you", but this person would want it, he said: "I will lend you."

"why?"

Shang Tang's mind was in a mess, and he forced a sullen face: "Friends have the meaning of making money."

"We are not friends." Xia Ke didn't look at him at all: "You said, we are brothers. Brothers settle accounts clearly, and I don't owe you money." After finishing speaking, he gathered his clothes and left.

If you take a step late, you are afraid that you will not be able to control it.

What is Shangtang thinking?I can care about you, I can love you, but I will never accept you, never be gay with you?

Xia Ke bypassed him and strolled outside the men's room to smoke his last cigarette, thinking that one day I would be your brother, no big deal.Just not today.give me a little time.

Xia Ke pushed open the dormitory door.

The door of his dormitory was smashed by the boss next door and the fourth has not been repaired. Now it can only be closed and cannot be locked.This person is not worried. Others worry that the door of the dormitory will not be locked because they are afraid of theft. He is a poor, white and proletarian old man, so he has nothing to fear.

But there were actually people in the dormitory, Xia Ke pressed the door frame halfway through the door, and there was a person lying on the table, already asleep.Because he was afraid of the cold, his shoulders shrank, like a little penguin shrinking its head.

Xia Ke found it funny, so he leaned against the door and waited for the man to wake up.

Zhou Minmin seemed to have eyes behind his back, and the invisible antenna on his head that only received the "Xia Ke" signal turned around, and he woke up from sleepiness, and he had already called out: "Senior..." Before he opened his eyes, he smiled at the corner of his mouth : "I can hear your footsteps."

He wants to sleep everywhere, others may think that he is young, 17 years old, just the age of lack of sleep all day long, and not enough sleep.But Xia Ke knew that it was all exhausting.Classes have to be attended, volunteers have to be done, courts have to do internships, grades cannot be dropped, and the activities of the student union and their law school have to be taken care of. How can they not be tired and sleep enough.

Shake himself came here in the same way.

So he dug out the cup, went outside the dormitory to fetch a cup of hot water for Zhou Xiaotuan to warm his hands: "Why are you here?"

Zhou Minmin held the cup he gave him, holding it carefully and curiously, as if he had picked up something novel, or holding a baby bird.Holding the cup in one hand, he hurriedly went to get a backpack: "Senior, I'll give you a big gift bag of snacks!"

"what?"

The stuffed backpack is full of pocky, dried meat, dried fish and chewing gum of various flavors.

Zhou Minmin winked at him: "Senior, haven't you finally made up your mind to quit smoking?"

Xia Ke was surprised: "Who did you listen to—" He suddenly realized, and pushed open the door: "Ma Dexin!"

The boss next door was passing by with a pink strawberry-flavored pocky in his mouth. When he saw him, he laughed dryly: "Lao Xia, hey, look, the weather is really nice!"

Classmate Zhou was very hurt: "Senior, don't you want to quit smoking?"

"No." Xia Ke sincerely talked to his little classmate: "I'm not, I don't have enough willpower. It's not that I haven't quit smoking. During my sophomore and junior years, I worried about how to quit smoking every day."

Classmate Zhou’s eyes were bright, and he muttered in a low voice, “If you say that other people’s willpower is not enough, I still believe it. If you say that seniors don’t have enough willpower, it’s a lie.” The standard runway of the school’s playground is 400 meters. Ten laps of 8000 meters, wind and rain, without interruption.

It occurred to Shake for a moment that maybe he really, never seriously wanted to quit smoking.

Classmate Zhou looked at him in a trance, and quoted with some resentment: "Cigarette smoke contains more than 9 kinds of chemical substances, most of which are known to be harmful to the human body. Among them, there are 40 kinds of carcinogens in 30 categories. 40-[-]% of vascular disease deaths are caused by smoking..."

"Stop, stop!" Xia Ke was afraid of him: "I'll think about it again, good boy, ah."

Classmate Zhou picked up his backpack and put it on the table, with a serious face: "Senior, it's actually very simple. You see, I'll give you half of my snacks, and you can give me the money you paid for cigarettes, or you don't have to give me. In short Just eat a snack when you want to smoke."

After finishing speaking, a Zhou Minmin smile was also attached.

His eyes are shining, and the corners of his lips are raised, as if the whole world will be bright and brilliant with his smile.

"I forgot to tell you, I have a very good nose, and I can smell even one cigarette. You must be smoking again today, right?"

The sisters who have been close to him since childhood couldn't help but want to pinch his face when they saw him smiling: "Oh my god, it's so cute!"

But Xia Ke just rubbed his head: "Okay, go back to class."

The little classmate Zhou walked away, and the boss next door, Ma Dexin, held a tea mug like a new and old cadre. He watched the children go away from the fourth floor, and sighed a lot: "Junior Shang left, and Junior Brother Zhou came. Oh, I said old Xia, what is it about you that is so special and talented that you are loved by the juniors? Fortunately, this is a junior, if this is a junior sister, hehehe..."

The fourth child next door also ate the snacks given by the classmate Zhou Xiao, and he and the eldest brother worked together and sang together.

Xia Ke's tone was solemn: "Old Ma." Comrade Lao Ma held the tea mug in his hands and put on guard: "What are you doing?"

"I've always forgotten to tell you." Xia Ke confessed his heart, "Last night you lost the 30 yuan playing cards because your fourth brother cheated."

The fourth child ran away, and the old horse chased after him, and chased him into the dormitory and gave him a big blow: "Be an enemy of the proletariat, steal money from the pockets of the proletariat! You are a counter-revolutionary! Subvert the dictatorship of the proletariat!" It is to subvert the state power, and I will destroy you on behalf of the red flag!"

Xia Ke should have laughed, but couldn't, and finally just sat facing the pile of snacks on the table.

A few days passed by, and on a certain day, Xia Ke received another text message at noon.An address, add two words: take a taxi.

He sighed, and took a taxi outside the school gate, and the place was a hot pot restaurant.Noisy and noisy, smelling like the bottom of a hot pot restaurant.

Xia Ke said his name, and the cashier was in charge of a girl who knew the way and led him into the box, and smiled crisply: "Uncle An has been here alone for a while, who are we waiting for, isn't he a big beauty—— I didn't expect it to be a man!"

Shake touched his nose.

There was only one person sitting in the spacious private room, the table was full of meat and vegetables, the mutton was half-eaten, and there was a red oil pan in the middle, with chili pepper rolling, which made Xia Ke's stomach ache.

He sat down and scolded: "Co-author, you didn't even order a mandarin duck pot when you invited me to dinner."

Vice President An was sitting upright, sweating a little from eating.So the coat was put on the back of the chair early, the sleeves of the shirt were rolled up, and one button was undone at the collar—other students couldn't see him showing so much flesh.He scooped up chopsticks of meat and put it in a bowl, and he could eat spicy hot pot with a detached demeanor, as if he had become a fairy in the oily smoke.Hearing the disharmonious voice, he didn't even glance at him, and smiled instead of anger: "Bring you to dinner? What did you do to make me treat you to dinner. Let you eat with me, just accompany me, long-winded What?"

Xia Ke immediately gave up. He looked at the ceiling for a while, resigned himself to pouring himself a bowl of tea, and ate the sliced ​​meat from the spicy pot.