Twenty rings

An uncle approached with a wine glass, smiling all over his face: "Little Tang? I said where are you, come quickly." He patted him on the back and introduced him to another uncle.

Shang Tang couldn't help frowning slightly, the shiny marble floor reflected the toes of his shoes, he turned around, as if to cooperate with this uncle to welcome the guests, actually released his palm unobtrusively, and then straightened his back Straighter.

The first time he appeared on such an occasion, he shook hands with at least ten people. After accepting a stack of business cards, he went to the bathroom and carefully washed his right hand three times under warm water with hand sanitizer.

He hated businessmen, but had to deal with them.He can distinguish which side of his parents' friends are from the names these people call him. His name is Shang Tang, his father's surname is Shang, and his mother's surname is Tang, so the one who calls him Xiao Shang is his father's friend, and the one who calls him Xiao Tang is his mother's. friend.

His parents each have a career and a social circle, and he is the intersection of the two circles.In the three years of high school, when other parents cared most about their children, his parents saw him less than once a month on average, and they didn't even know whether their son was in the second or third year of high school.

Seeing his son wearing a white and blue school uniform at the dinner table, he thought of asking casually, "How is your study?"

Shangtang seems to be alienated by nature. He will answer when he puts down the bowl and chopsticks meticulously. He always sits upright and speaks flatly: "It's okay."

What's the point of telling his parents that he is on the photo column of the honor roll every mock exam?He goes to and from school calmly, does test papers, and takes the college entrance examination. After the exam, his father may have been reminded by the secretary assistant to call to ask his son which school he plans to apply for.

SenseTime reported the name of the school, and then it was concise: School of Economics and Management.

His father hesitated rarely on the other end of the phone, saying this...is a bit difficult.Dad really can't get you into this school, or we go abroad.You are like the sons of my friends, who take a preparatory course, and then I will find someone to recommend you to whatever school you want to go to.Then you do an MBA.

Shang Tang said: No need.

His parents didn't think about caring about him until mid-August.By then the acceptance letter had arrived and he was all set.

His father wanted to show his paternal love, so he proposed to buy him a suite outside the university. SenseTime told him that my mother had already bought it for me, it was well-decorated, and I could move in next week.

Before college, his parents didn't care about him. After college, his parents were still not there, but they piled good resources on their son like a rivalry, threw their connections on him, and scrambled to overwhelm each other, showing: I I love my son, and I am the best for my son.

Shangtang accepted all the kindness of his parents.He is a man of his own mind. His teachers and classmates all think that he has strong self-control, but he doesn't think so.He is just good at making plans, and he is more ruthless to himself in terms of "implementing the plan".

It's like he doesn't like businessmen, and he has to wash his hands after contact, but he still takes the initiative to socialize every time.

This is the life he should have, and this is the life arrangement he envisioned.He hopes that Xia Ke can be a "brother" and integrate into this arrangement for a long time.For that, he was willing to endure a lot of heartache.

In the blink of an eye, it is the beginning of March, and the snow melts one after another. It is not warm and cold at the same time, but warm and cold at the same time.

The fluffy green grass buds on the ground have already emerged a little, and in ten days or so, the willow trees should also sprout light yellow buds.

Everything is sprouting, and the student union is also preparing for this year's May Fourth Youth Day cultural season.

This kind of weather makes people sleepy, and old man Gao's ancient history class is filled with a dull sleepiness.Xia Ke is naturally a member of the sleep-replenishing army. Mr. Gao withdrew his "special attention" and slept more peacefully if he was not named.The kung fu of listening to lectures in a dream has been practiced to perfection, and from time to time when I fall asleep, I get up with sleepy eyes and draw a line of key points.

Looking at it, Shang Tang felt that he didn't need to take notes for him.

He doesn't even need himself.

Shang Tang thought that he had been like an old lady for the past two years, and that leaving him would be a second-level disability in life.Unexpectedly, that bastard's ability to take care of himself did not lose at all. Although some skills were rusty, such as jumping in line for grabbing food, he recovered all of them within two or three days.

He also made a group of sleeping friends in this class, selling the key points and outlines of the class paintings he had taken in the past four years, clearly marked the price, buying more with discounts, and earning a lot of money.

What a profiteer!While Shang Tang was angry with him, he was angry with himself.

But finally something to talk to Xia Ke.

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Xia Ke got up and shook his head, as if trying to shake off his drowsiness.The rare daylight came in from the window in a snowy day, and among the turbulent and scattered crowd, Shang Tang could only see the sunlight reflecting a halo on the top of his bristly head.

Shangtang has heard it, and even the female cadres of the student union have joked, "Our Minmin seems to shine when we smile."But he clearly remembers that the person who can shine is not Zhou Minmin but Xia Ke.

Why does this crooked, out-of-shape person sometimes seem shockingly handsome in his eyes? Why are there always those moments of vigor and wanton flying in him?

He raised his head, and Shang Tang subconsciously stepped in front of him to shield him from the glare of the sun, but his tone was merciless: "Are you so busy recently? Old man Gao doesn't give you any face, sleep to the end after every class."

Don't be greedy for the little money from a new side job, and stay up all night desperately changing it.

Xia Ke smiled at him: "No." He reached into his pocket to touch the cigarette and stopped: "I just quit smoking recently, and I can't lift my spirits."

He would bluntly say "lung cancer" and "I don't want to inhale your second-hand smoke" when Xia Ke smoked heavily, but in a well-ventilated place, such as in the evening breeze, he didn't mind Xia Ke eating and drinking. A cigarette, dangling lazily, let the street lamp shine down along the bridge of his nose, revealing a handsome and handsome smile when he sees everyone smoking a cigarette, the red of the cigarette butt flickering on and off.It is impossible for him to say the truth, he even likes Xia Ke a little bit, worried about fuming his classmates, but unwilling to make up his mind to quit smoking, a rare dilemma.

Now he wants to quit smoking.

Shang Tang couldn't tell the difference, so he just said: "This year's May [-]th cultural season, the student union will cooperate with the drama club to perform a show. Are you free to participate?"

Shake let out an "ah".

Shang Tang was impatient: "If you make money, I will give you how much you earn per hour."

Xia Ke stared at him, and Shang Tang pursed his lips as if he realized that he had stepped on a minefield for a moment.Fortunately, Xia Ke restrained himself and laughed again: "No, I can volunteer for the student union. I don't need money recently."