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Because Dean Fang, no, he should be called Deputy Director Fang now, and he was unusually busy during the special period, in exchange for his son's rare and complete love weekend.

Fang Sishen was supposed to go back to school on Sunday night, but Hong Xinyao made him loosen his grip.As a result of being greedy for tenderness, I had to go back early on Monday morning.

The car stopped at a secluded intersection on Bookstore Street, and Hong Xinyao leaned over to open the door for him.The five fingers rested on the handle and did not move for a long time.In a wrapping position, put your head on his shoulders, close your eyes and breathe quietly.The brief parting suddenly became unbearable.No one wants to open their mouths, and let this moment of mutual dependence be shattered in the morning light.

Finally, the sense of responsibility forced Fang Sishen to push the person in front of him: "Soon...it's time for class."

Hong Xinyao recited silently in his heart: I want to be with you every day, I want to send you downstairs all the time... This level of love words, originally just opened my mouth, but today, the words stopped suddenly, It seems that saying it will become a vow that loses its effect.Pushing open the car door, whispered: "It's not too late, don't worry."

Fang Sishen nodded and got out of the car with his schoolbag on his back.This place was still a little away from the school gate, so he walked quickly.Hong Xinyao watched him turn and disappear before starting the car and leaving.Although the relationship between the two is becoming more and more stable now, the external situation is becoming more and more unnegligible.Family changes tied young master Hong to the big ship of the Hong family, and the promotion of the officialdom made Fang Sishen tie his father's future.They kept a close relationship with each other, and were more careful than before.As a result, the relationship continued to escalate, but the restrictions became stricter.The increasingly sharp contradiction between internal and external poles tormented the spirit, especially for Hong Xinyao, who was younger and more violent, he endured resentment every moment.

The busiest time for Deputy Director Fang, who is leaving the old and welcoming the new year, is also the busiest time for Young Master Hong, who has saved himself from danger.After answering two calls in the car, Hong Dashao turned his resentment into motivation and continued to work hard.

On Tuesday, Fang Sishen unexpectedly received a call from the dean's office, asking for an interview.He thought about it on the way, and guessed that it might have something to do with his father's promotion.When I went to the place, I found that it was not Huang Yinyu who asked me to meet, but another vice president in charge of ancient Xia language research.After exchanging pleasantries, the other party seemed to be concerned about the progress of the "Digitization of Ancient Characters" project.

Hearing this, Fang Sishen almost raised his head and sneered. After holding back and holding back, he forced himself to calm down and said, "Dean Jia, I have already made it clear to Professor Chu Feng that I am no longer in this research group."

Deputy Dean Jia showed a surprised expression: "How is that possible? Who doesn't know that you have always been in charge of this project. Although Chu Feng was later replaced as the person in charge, it was only because of the death of Hua Lao that a senior professor was needed That's all. How do you say that you are no longer in the research group? Is there some misunderstanding..."

Fang Sishen was too lazy to waste energy, let him pretend, just kept silent, shook his head, and finally left under the helpless sigh of the other party, walked quickly outside the building, took a few breaths of fresh air, and finally recovered.

Rather than being so disgusted by others, he would rather be neglected and calculated.It's just that he underestimated the tenacity of some people's disgusting habits.The next day, Vice President Jia called again. Fang Sishen hung up after a few perfunctory sentences.The bell rang again, and it was directly muted, and it was thrown aside.

At night, when I saw the screen of my phone flickering, I thought it was Hong Xinyao, but when I picked it up, it was Nie Mingxuan, and my mood plummeted again.After hesitating for a moment, he still pressed the answer button.

Mr. Nie was as warm and polite as ever: "Xiao Fang, I'm sorry to bother you, right?"

It was indeed disturbing, Fang Sishen said lightly: "It's okay, what's the matter with Mr. Nie?"

"That's right, the Capital Science and Technology Innovation Exhibition kicks off this weekend. The modern education technology sector is the highlight of this year. In addition, digital Chinese studies software developed by several university presses will also participate in the exhibition. I have a few VIP tickets in my hand. I would like to ask Are you interested?"

Hearing what he said, I was really interested, but Fang Sishen couldn't agree.Firstly, they knew that the other party had other plans, and they didn't want to get involved again. Secondly, this Saturday was Ching Ming Festival, and there were more important things to do.Thinking to himself, he didn't know whether Pingxiang had said anything, so he politely refused.Hang up the phone and call Ou Pingxiang immediately.Sure enough, my brother-in-law was not sloppy and had already communicated clearly to his boss.Director Nie's reaction at the time was full of grace: regrets are regrets, we might as well be friends.

Ou Pingxiang said: "Brother, don't worry, Mr. Nie is not the kind, how should I put it, a stalker. He is usually generous and righteous, and it should be good to simply make friends..."

Fang Sishen thought to himself, could it be that he came to be friends because of this?Reflecting on the several intersections, there are huge differences in the fields of life between each other. If you are not very careful, how can you create opportunities to meet again and again?However, the other party always has a reasonable and restrained attitude of making friends, and it is quite difficult to deal with the distance.Fang Sishen felt that it was a bit tricky, but he didn't take it too seriously.If it's not easy to deal with, try not to deal with it, that's all.

On Thursday afternoon, when I came out of the teaching building after class, I met someone I never thought of: Chu Feng.

Professor Chu is still personable, but his expression is not natural, and his words are very polite: "Dr. Let's talk, I don't know..."

Fang Sishen glanced at him.Vice President Jia understood him very well, but unexpectedly, Professor Chu, who had such an arrogant temper, turned to look for him.It turns out that Professor Chu's arrogance changes with the times and varies from person to person.

Shaking his head: "I'm sorry, I'm afraid I don't have time." Turn around and leave.

Chu Feng chased after him two steps and stood in front of him.There were people everywhere on the road, Fang Sishen was extremely bored, but he had no choice but to take a breath and endure, to see what he really wanted to do.

After all, he is an elite from the academic world. Chu Feng’s expression is no longer awkward at this moment, with a smile on his face: “It won’t take much time, it’s just a simple meal. Anyway, you have to eat dinner, and I have to eat too.” Let’s chat by the way. Dr. Fang’s knowledge is profound, his character is humble and sincere, which is recognized by everyone..."

Fang Sishen couldn't bear it anymore, and interrupted him coldly: "Professor Chu, you are too forgetful. Just a few months ago, you didn't say that. Dare I ask the professor, why did you come here after being so arrogant?"

It was the heaviest sarcasm he could utter.Chu Feng's face changed slightly, and he didn't answer for a while.Fang Sishen took advantage of his stupefied moment, hurriedly left and hid in the dormitory.As he walked, he thought, no wonder his father told him not to go home for two weeks in a row. The new deputy director general took office, and the threshold might be broken.In fact, Fang Duzhi has always been careful, as long as his son is around, he almost never brings home entertainment matters.However, due to the recent popularity, it is inevitable that some people are in the arena and cannot help themselves.

Called Hong Xinyao at night, and when he mentioned these things, Young Master Hong laughed loudly: "The one surnamed Chu is just a pawn, so ignore him. You tell the one surnamed Jia that I will give you a professional title right away, and let him You are officially the person in charge of the project, and an additional 20 project funds will be added, otherwise nothing will be discussed!"

Fang Sishen remembered the meaning of Vice President Jia's words, and had to admit that Hong Xinyao's proposal was in line with the interests of all parties.It is a pity that from one moment to another, after several twists and turns, even if people are still there, things may be completely different.

Sighed softly: "You don't know, I have seen the papers published by the research group in several journals. I hurriedly pieced together, and made a lot of bells and whistles, full of moisture. The original framework and details, It was also dismantled by them. Therefore, "I was disheartened, but also regretful and heartbroken, "so, this subject has become tasteless to me."

Young Master Hong was once keen on the Three Kingdoms game, and he was familiar with allusions on chicken ribs. He said, "What happened to the chicken bones? They belonged to you in the first place. Even if you take them back and feed them to the dogs, why leave them for those grandchildren?"

Fang Sishen laughed.Of course my thinking is different from his, but I feel much better.

On the next Friday, Fang Sishen checked the periodicals in the library, retrieved all the papers published by the research group and read them again.Even if it becomes tasteless, the meaning and painstaking efforts it carried at the beginning cannot be erased.Being brought up again, he had to admit that he was a little shaken and reluctant.

After reading it for a long time, I came out of the library, thought about it, and called Jiang Caiyun.

The girl was pleasantly surprised: "Ah, Teacher Fang! I have accumulated a bunch of questions, and I was looking for an opportunity to ask you!"

"I'm sorry, Jiang Caiyun, I saw your series of articles in the "Sanjiang Journal Special Issue on Ancient Xia Language" today. Although it's a bit presumptuous, but..."

"Ah, Teacher Fang, look at it, look at it—" Jiang Caiyun acted like a little girl in a hurry, "Don't look at it, don't look at it!"

Fang Sishen laughed, "I've already read it."

Jiang Caiyun was ashamed for no reason, and her voice became lower and lower: "Then can you pretend that you haven't read it? I know, the writing is too bad. That series was originally an article, and Professor Chu asked us to add a lot of quotations. This sub-thesis was divided into three articles. Two of them added some other content later, changed the text, and republished it again after a month. Each paper is 1000 yuan for the page fee, half of which is paid by myself, and half of the project funds. The students all thought it was a good deal, and the contribution was very positive. I didn't want to, but..."

It turned out that even the chicken ribs were no longer considered chicken ribs, and turned into a puddle of chicken dung.

Fang Sishen listened silently, and when she finished speaking, thanked her.That bit of wavering and reluctance completely dissipated.After answering Jiang Caiyun's few questions, she hung up the phone.In the past, maybe there would be a few words of persuasion, but now I can't say anything.If an individual is just a piece of floating duckweed, how can he not drift with the tide of society?The mainstay must be reinforced iron bones.What you can't do yourself, why bother others.

Fang Sishen and his father agreed to go to Xishan Cemetery to visit the teacher during the day of Ching Ming Festival and go home in the afternoon.Hong Xinyao is very busy these days, not to mention the Qingming Festival, which was far from being paid attention to in his previous life, so he didn't notice anything special about April 4th at all.Fang Sishen listened to the faint voice coming from the other end of the phone, like an office space, and asked, "No social gathering today?"

"No. A new batch of postage products has arrived. I haven't done it yet. I need to prepare more. Are you at home?"

"At school, go back tomorrow." Last Sunday, the two talked about this week's schedule, and Fang Sishen watched him call and answer, and things were scheduled to next month in one go.If you talk about going to Xishan Cemetery to see the teacher, you must try your best to find time, so you simply refrain from mentioning it.

"I have to go back to Hejin next week."

Fang Sishen couldn't help feeling a little nervous: "Is there something wrong at home?"

"It's the second sister and the second brother-in-law who came back to see my parents with their children. I have to go back and see."

"Ah, then be careful on the road."

Someone came over to ask Hong Shao for instructions, and the phone was hung up hastily.Fang Sishen began to prepare things for tomorrow.The sacrificial supplies have already been prepared, and the only regret is that there is no money to buy a good enough bottle of liquor for the teacher.I remembered that during the winter vacation, I sent money to the teacher to support the deceased as usual, and I had to report before the funeral. I opened the drawer, took out the small box containing sundries, and searched for the original remittance receipt.Unexpectedly, the top of the box is actually the business card of Nie Mingxuan, technical director of Shengzhi Technology.Fang Sishen picked up the little card, hesitated a little, and threw it into the trash can beside the table.

By the way, I dumped the contents of the small box on the table and tidied it up. A business card is elegant and exquisite, but the content is unfamiliar: He Shenwei, whose title is Oriental Culture Consultant of a certain association.Turning it over, I realized that what I was looking at just now was the back, with Western letters printed on the front: ShannonHo.It turned out to be Ms. He.On the day I received the business card, I didn't have time to look at it carefully, so I completely missed the back.

After searching for a while, Fang Sishen stopped suddenly.He picked up Ms. He's business card again and stared at Xia Wen on the back.

He Shenwei.For Xia Guo women, this is not a common traditional name.

His fingers trembled uncontrollably, and along with the fragmented picture, a distant voice sounded in his mind.

"...Azhi, your name wasn't just made up by your father. In your generation, the word Zhi is arranged. You don't like Zhirou. I think it's very good. You see, Zhijun Zhishen, we definitely can't Useful, you will be criticized. Sincerity and perfection, it’s too hard, Dad doesn’t want you to memorize such a hard name. Zhigao Zhiyuan, it’s too vulgar, maybe it’s been used by your brothers and sisters long ago... Shhh—— Don’t tell me! You have brothers and sisters, of course they’re not here. Those of the same clan, if you get along with each other, you’re just as close…Of course I have too. I’m in the Shen family. One cousin is Shen Yan, the other is Shen Xing, and the other is Shen Xing. My cousin who is half a year younger than me is called Shen Wei. That's right, the girls of our He family have always discussed seniority with the boys... It's been too long, they probably don't remember me..."

He Shenwei.

Fang Sishen stared at the three words for an unknown amount of time.He dialed out the phone with shaking hands, and waited anxiously for the blind tone to end amidst the rapid and violent heartbeat, but what he waited for was "The other party has turned off the phone." There is also a string of numbers on the business card, which is obviously an overseas number.Fang Sishen calmed down for a while, and tried to call Mrs. Qiu.

"Xiao Fang, what's the matter?"

"Sister-in-law Qiu, I want to ask, can you contact Ms. He for me?"

Aunt Qiu smiled: "I thought you wanted to check Hong Shao's position. I know which assistant he brought with him when he went out recently..."

Fang Sishen was embarrassed: "Cough, sister-in-law Qiu..."

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore. Shannon has gone back to China and will be back next month. Are you in a hurry? I'll ask her to contact you."

The eagerness suddenly subsided, and Fang Sishen calmed down: "Don't worry, I want to ask some anecdotes from decades ago, maybe Ms. He knows."

"Then I'll tell you when she comes back." Aunt Qiu's voice was teasing, "I said, Xiao Fang, you really don't want to check Hong Shao's post? Are you so relieved and throw him in the world of flowers to stand the test? ..."

Fang Sishen braced himself and endured it, and when the other end finally had enough teasing and said goodbye with satisfaction, he let out a long breath.

Reason tells myself to wait patiently, but it is difficult to calm down emotionally.The past was entangled in the dream, and I slept very restlessly that night. I should have woken up early, but I woke up later than usual.My head was a little groggy, and I felt better after washing my face with cold water.Just about to go downstairs, the phone rang, it was an unfamiliar number.

After connecting, I heard the other end say: "Fang Sishen, this is Chu Feng. I need to talk to you."

Fang Sishen's head hurt even more.

"I'm sorry, Professor Chu, I don't think there is anything to talk about between you and me."

"I'm downstairs in your dormitory. If you don't come down, I have to go up to find you."

"Okay, please wait a moment." Fang Sishen picked up his schoolbag, ready to say hello and leave, for he didn't have the guts to follow him to the cemetery.

When I went out of the building, I found that there was rain in the sky.A boy chanted to the sky: "It's raining on the apricot blossoms, the clothes are wet, the willow wind is not cold on the face, ba———" He plunged into the spring rain and went on a date with his girlfriend.

Just as he was hesitating whether to go upstairs to get an umbrella, he saw Chu Feng approaching. Fang Sishen had no choice but to go up to him, and stood still after two steps: "If you have anything to say, please do so right now. Let's make it clear once."

Chu Feng, on the other hand, was holding an umbrella, looking dignified in the continuous spring rain.It seemed to be brewing for a while before he opened his mouth and said, "Fang Sishen, I am a victim just like you."

Fang Sishen didn't react: "What did you say?"

Professor Chu's expression was sad and his voice was gloomy: "I know, you and I were a little unhappy because of the subject matter. But it was all because I was fooled by some people. It's a pity that I didn't know the inside story at that time, and I simply obeyed the arrangement of the leadership of the academy to take over a project that lost the person in charge, so as not to give up halfway. If I had known about the achievements you made for this project, I would have known some People are uneasy and kind, how can they be so ignorant that they are used as guns to hurt others and themselves."

Huang Yinyu has passed 65 and is about to abdicate.That's why he has no scruples about making money with all his heart.It's just that he can slap his ass and leave when he gets mixed up, but others still have to make a living under the newly appointed Deputy Director Fang.Therefore, Vice President Jia talked with Chu Feng twice, and a consensus was fully reached.Professor Chu actively cooperated with the work in the hospital and tried his best to restore the relationship with Dr. Fang.

"I entrust you with this project, and I really deserve it. I, Chu Feng, abdicate to the virtuous, and I am absolutely willing. You know, I am a straightforward person, and I love impulsiveness. All the misunderstandings in the past were all because I listened to some people." play off……"

Fang Sishen stared at his face.How did things come out of that mouth like this?There was a turbid air in my heart, which made my stomach feel nauseous. It was even more uncomfortable than the aggrieved anger when I was framed by the other party for embezzling project funds.

The rain gradually became heavier, and the wet raindrops condensed into water droplets, pattering down on the body, hitting a watermark.

Regardless of what he wanted to say, Fang Sishen said decisively: "I'm sorry, Professor Chu, since I have quit, you and your subject have nothing to do with me, please don't come to me again. I should go, goodbye. "

Chu Feng took two steps forward: "You didn't bring an umbrella, where are you going, I'll see you off."

Fang Sishen withdrew a lot, exuding a bone-chilling coldness: "Today's Tomb-sweeping Day, I went to see the teacher in the columbarium of the Xishan Cemetery. Does Professor Chu also want to send a stick of incense?"

Seeing that Chu Feng was frightened, he turned around and ran, braved the rain and rushed into the subway station, stroked his dripping hair, and leaned against the cold stainless steel railing.