All the way to the river.

The wind was cold, and there were not many people by the river, so they sat down on the benches.

"I don't like him."

"Who?"

"Zhuang Zekun, the first person in charge of Tek," Tang Butian paused, "His words are very vague, and there seem to be many layers of meaning, I don't understand." ”

"He made you a promise?"

"It seems."

"And you like me?" Jiang You looked at Tang Butian's side face.

"I understand what you're saying."

"There is always a difference between elegant art and street stall performance," Jiang You took out the sugar box, poured two and handed it to Tang Butian, "Elegant art has a threshold, and there must be a threshold for street stall performance, and rotten eggs will be thrown by someone, if you smash it down with a sword, I'm scared, what should I do if I smash it into the hospital?" ”

Tang Butian threw the mints into his mouth.

"What do you mean by breaking the game with me?"

"Young, very powerful, there are not many entanglements of interests. Just give you a carrot, let you break through, win, he has a good harvest, you get the suffocated carrot, lose, anyway, you are young, you are not sensible, go back and educate for a few years. Jiang You put his hand in his pocket, and he saw Tang Butian's face with a look of understanding.

He emphasized: "I'll just guess, don't take street literature seriously." ”

"But I think so."

"You don't lose either."

"Yes."

"It's a bit of a headache from the wind," Jiang You stood up, "It's not bad to have a Qing bar nearby, let's go sit for a while." ”

"Okay."

After walking more than fifty meters along the river, they turned into the bar street opposite Culture Street.

The name of the bar is Zebra Time.

The decoration is mainly in black and white.

It was just after 8 o'clock, and there were very few people in the store.

I sat down in a corner and ordered two cups of rouge and plum tomatoes.

The pink is tender and sweet.

In the dim light, Tang Butian looked a little depressed.

"How's the Level 4 preparation?"

"I can't get by."

"You've only been studying for a few months, and you'll be good at the exam next year."

"Is it hard to work in a charity?"

"It's difficult, and tired," Jiang You took a sip of wine, "It takes 100% concentration, dealing with many people every day, when I sleep, my dreams are all about what happened during the day, and I have to recall the words I say over and over again, my tone and expression, and I do a lot of things, it seems that everything is very important, and I have to go all out, and it seems that these things don't make sense at all, and the meaning of eating and sleeping becomes only to survive, and I am tired to death." ”

"Is that so?"

"Yes, I used to be quite diligent," Jiang You suddenly laughed, "It wasn't me who shouted hard and tired at that time. ”

Tang Butian ate a plum-stained tomato, and his lips were dyed red.

"So leader, don't let me use my brain in the future?" Jiang You supported his chin with his right hand, "When I think about things now, my brain hurts, intelligence is about equal to nothing, and there are no people who can use it, relying on experience to guess, most of them will ignore the most important clues, well, this is also experience......"

"Not good." Tang Butian rejected cleanly.

"The superiors squeeze the subordinates, and it's like this everywhere."

Tang Butian ate half a plate of small tomatoes, and she asked, "Is it okay to break indiscriminately?" ”

"What else could I do? What else can you do besides fighting? ”

"I know what to do," Jiang You saw Tang Butian drink the remaining wine in the cup in one gulp, and then she stood up, the light floating in her eyes, "Beat until you are convinced." ”

"You're not going to get drunk, are you?"

"Nope."

"Now is a society governed by the rule of law."

"They'll do it first, you can use your brain less."

"It seems that I am not drunk," Jiang You said sincerely: "Thank you very much for the leader for thinking about me." ”