Twenty rings

Chapter 10

That evening Xia Ke arrived at the auditorium on time, and a few groups of people gathered in the auditorium, the decorators were measuring the height and distance of the walls, the drama club was talking about the new rehearsal program, and the student union was making the schedule.

Xia Ke strolled in, and there was a sharp-eyed shout: "President Xia! President Xia is here!"

He walked through the crowd in the auditorium, looked at Shang Tang, who was full of stars in the student union, and smiled like a second-line leader: "Resigned, the former president."

The young classmates changed their words: "That's Senior Xia!" At the moment, the crowd was excited and surrounded by a dozen legs, Senior Xia moved into the auditorium.

Unfortunately, senior Xia's thoughts diverged, and boys and girls wearing red scarves surrounded an old man, calling sweetly: "Grandpa Deng~Grandpa Deng~"

I feel very complicated right now.

The veterans of the revolution were wondering before they came, but now Qi Yu asked kindly: "There is no precedent for the student union to have a program. Why is the May Fourth cultural season suddenly going out this year?"

There was a new batch of people in the student union, and he knew the head of the publicity department. He had a baby face, not much older than Zhou Minmin, but he always had a very serious face.Junior Brother Li was straightforward and said: "The previous class of the student union was approachable and approachable, and it seems that this class is superior. We did a survey at the end of the first half of the semester, and the students hope to see that the student union does not have a rigid image."

Xia Ke said "ah", it turned out that the image of Shangtang was too unpopular.Now if you want to make amends, you have fun with the people.

He asked again: "Then what?"

Their school drama club's favorite performance is "Thunderstorm". There are also ethical dramas and class collisions.Another point is that it doesn’t matter whether the audience’s aesthetics are getting worse or worse, or the show itself has fallen behind the times. Now playing “Thunderstorm” is a great tragedy performed by the actors meticulously, and the audience laughs.Xia Ke figured out that Shang Tang is a typical image of a bourgeois indifferent young master, and Zhou Ping, who is not clear with his mother and sister, is just right.I am an old revolutionary, sacrifice a bit, dedicate a bit, and play his own father.

Unexpectedly, his younger brother Li Ying said: "The meaning of the school is to convey from above, to be original, and our school understands the spirit. The May [-]th Youth Day is a festival for young people, so the theme of the cultural season is originality and innovation. For new plays, the scripts have to be written by the students of our school."

Li Ying thought of the writer who wrote the script, and her face was as hard as a coffin, and she added: "I just recognize the main creator, but you are familiar with me, brother."

An alien came to the door of the auditorium.

Wearing a Lei Feng hat, wearing a military coat, and holding a pipe - this combination is actually not bad. What makes the audience silent is that it is a senior who goes against the trend and mixes and matches across the ages.

The little classmate who didn't know where he was was trembling and went up to inquire: "Excuse me... are you?"

The senior sister calmly removed the pipe: "Svetlana Alexandrovna Alexievich."

"I didn't hear clearly..."

Senior sister discouraged: "Xue Chaoyang."

Senior Sister Xue, one of the legends of our school.

There will always be someone who will introduce you emotionally: "If you want to see the ravages and persecution of higher education in modern society to practitioners of writing, please ask us to look at our senior sister Xue—"

Senior Sister Xue, a new-age woman with a literary dream in her heart.The daughter of the literature department of this school, after finishing her undergraduate degree, she got on the thief ship of social sciences by accident. After finishing her master's degree in the sea of ​​suffering, she was pushed into the water to continue her efforts to become a doctor.

During Dr. Pu Teng, I was completely driven crazy by the evil academic black forces, thinking that I would never graduate, and wandered around the campus every day dressed up like a figure from the Republic of China. Today I am still wearing a cheongsam Zhang Ailing, and tomorrow I will become a gown and hat Miss Kong Er.He is really the vanguard of the school's performance art, and has inspired batch after batch of academic punk successors.

On the day she successfully graduated, the graduate students of liberal arts, including future graduate students like Xia Ke, held a small farewell party for Senior Sister Xue. Everyone presented a wreath to her with tears in their eyes and gave a speech to praise Xue. The senior sister dedicated her most glorious youth years from eighteen to twenty-six to the school.

But did not expect.

Xia Ke reminisces about the past: "Aren't you ambitious and want to sell yourself to capitalism so that you can 'follow Hongfei and go to hell and disappear from the world'?"

Xue Chaoyang was deeply saddened: "The outside world is not easy!"

I thought the campus was a sea of ​​suffering, but I didn’t expect to find out that it was even more bitter outside the ivory tower!Beaten by the iron fist of capitalism, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he couldn't tell the difference between east, west, and north. During the nights of wandering outside, he thought of the warm embrace of the motherland. He immediately made a 180-degree turn and defected to his alma mater.

Even if it's a social science.

"However, the love for literary creation in my heart will never die. The dream of literature will never die." Sister Xue's gaze behind the lens was firm, and she lowered her voice and stuffed Xia Ke with a stack of papers: "In my heart, I have always been a member of the Chinese Department , devoting himself to social science research is just a helpless move in Cao Ying's heart."

Shake looked at the paper.

Look up two NO.20 bold characters: script.

He scrolls down:

The first Kronos Empire Olympus fleet

grand celebration

Court poet: The emperor is old, but his empire is young.

Shake: "Emperor?"

Xue Chaoyang: "Do you understand space opera, Space Oprah! Just put on a shell of the universe, the federation, or the empire."

Shako goes on:

The lady beside the fountain whispers in panic

Court Poet: A sharp sword hangs over his head, a sharp sword he sharpened with his own hands—his eldest son, his heir, the consul of the empire!

……

There are three characters on the first page: the emperor (Xia Ke), the eldest prince (Shang Tang), and the little prince (Zhou Minmin).

Junior classmate Zhou Minmin arrived half an hour late.

With twinkling eyes, he saw Xia Ke in the crowd for the first time, and his brows and eyes were crooked with a smile.

Senior Sister Xue looked at Zhou Minmin, who was rushing towards Xia Ke like a baby swallow returning to its nest, and then looked into the distance like a cold husband-seeking stone, but it was Shangtang who couldn't take root under his feet: "This is the real reason for the last change of your student union. Things. Documentary literature."

Xia Ke has already understood that the incident probably corresponds to this, he was quite speechless, and pointed out sincerely: "Senior sister, the influence of calling the student union an empire is not good, and the school leaders can't pass the trial, right?"

Xue Chaoyang smiled coldly: "It's okay, you are villains anyway, and you all died in the end."

As a well-tested party member and scholar, how could Senior Sister Xue make such a low-level political mistake of praising imperialism?The real protagonists are played by the backbone of the drama club, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and strong bones. They are the revolutionary army that "overthrew the decadent feudal dynasty".The good sons and daughters of the poor people finally held high the red flag and rushed into the Miyagi like a ruined man, and wiped out all the high-ranking empires who were killing each other.

It can be called a main string script with the party flag flying on the spaceship.

This very popular and very professional main string script was printed in triplicate. Sister Xue first distributed it to Xia Ke, Zhou Minmin, and Shang Tang, announcing: "Your roles are in the front, and you will recite the words first when you go back. This weekend we Rehearse."

Classmate Zhou has already pounced on him, like a big furry toy: "Senior, senior, do you have time to go shopping with me tonight?"

Xia Ke thought about it, I'm really fine tonight, and he took the children's snacks, his mouth was short and his hands were soft, so he readily agreed: "Okay."

He wanted to go up and talk to Shang Tang before leaving, even if he had nothing to say, he wanted to exchange a few words.But from Shang Tang's point of view, even if the child is hanging on his back, the bastard still looks so doting and happy that he can't close his mouth from ear to ear.

This scene gave Shangtang a stab in the eye, and his heart was like a roof beam, almost pushing himself to death.

Without saying a word, he turned his back on Shake.

Xia Ke stopped when he was about to move forward. He was still staring at Shang Tang's back, half pushed and half pulled away.

Xiao Li, the director of propaganda with a baby face, is doing his duty, telling the students who are decorating the auditorium, and looking up again, the former president is gone, and the current president is three meters away, and the atmosphere is delicate.He suddenly wrinkled his face with a sense of foreboding.

With Xue Chaoyang beside him, Minister Li has such an interesting expression on his face. Based on the principle of never mixing with other people's grievances, he decided to read a poem to point him out.Just put the pipe in his mouth, and put his hands behind his back: "I will know when I will meet each other. I am embarrassed at this night." In the question marks, he went away alone.

As the only one who focused on the progress of the event, Minister Xiao Li's ominous premonition was even more overwhelming.He slammed the notebook shut solemnly, thinking to himself, who are these brothers and sisters, what are these things, there is no reason for it!

— In my opinion, this show is coming to an end!