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"elder brother."

"Um……"

Fang Sishen was too tired to open his eyes, and his nasal voice was full of sleepiness.Because there is always something wrong with my body, I can't sleep steadily.In the past, he immediately lost his temper.However, I noticed the other party's unusual emotions today, so I couldn't help being more conniving than usual.Thinking in a daze, anyway, there will be no class next week, except for the four classes I teach, this time there is no extra invigilator for this time, the exam week is so easy for the first time, if he wants to make a fuss, let him go...

As for bed matters, Young Master Hong was enlightened early, practiced diligently, had rich experience, and was well-informed.The teacher-student relationship between him and Fang Sishen is completely different in this regard, which corresponds to the old saying that "there is a priority in learning the truth, and there is a specialization in art".Since taking root on Fang Sishen's tree, Hong Xinyao has been working diligently and intensively.It's just that although the means are endless, there are not many tricks.Because young master Hong has always looked down on props and drugs, and likes to prove his skills and strength with actions, he always makes Fang Sishen fascinated, exhausted, and refuses to give up.What's more, the two of them didn't have much time together. Every meeting was accompanied by parting, and the hunger and thirst formed by the intersection of desire and longing was almost never really satisfied.So a strong attack, and a deliberate tolerance, resulting in the current situation of no restraint.

"I'll go and tell my dad, can you move here and live with me?"

"Hmm..." The long reflex arc finally completed the task of conveying information, and Fang Sishen suddenly came to his senses, "What did you just say?"

"How about we live together? I want to be with you every day."

Fang Sishen reluctantly turned his mud-filled brain: "Now...I'm afraid I can't..." A trace of reason returned, "Ah Yao, it's not possible now."

"I know. I'm just talking." The tone couldn't hide the frustration.

Fang Sishen wanted to move closer to him to comfort him, but his body was so soft that he couldn't move at all, so he moved his fingers symbolically.As if understanding his intentions, Hong Xinyao tightened his arms and turned them sideways, letting him completely stick to his body.

"Brother, do you think... is it reliable to stay together every day, or as they say, beauty is created by distance?"

Most of the mud in Fang Sishen's mind was pumped out.Why does this person suddenly look like he wants to be a love expert?I have never really thought about such specific issues before. I closed my eyes and thought for a while before saying: "Love and marriage should always aim to stay together forever. Those lovesickness between two places should be forced. Distance produces beauty, it seems to be Modern people have the idea. I think it is better to understand that even if we get along day and night, we should leave each other with a certain space... After all, it is mutual understanding and trust."

Hong Xinyao cunningly guided in the direction he wanted: "So being separated for too long will definitely affect the relationship. Couples who live apart in two places are the easiest to cheat on, right?"

Fang Sishen didn't pay attention to what he said, because the spirit of inquiry was aroused by the other party, and he followed his own train of thought to explain: "Emotion is not an isolated thing, it is related to the personality of a person. Getting along with each other at a distance magnifies each other's shortcomings and becomes intolerable. Some people can't stand the temptation of the outside because of the long-distance separation, and deviate from their original intentions. Although these are the reasons for the deterioration of the relationship, in the final analysis... ...I think it's up to the person concerned, where he puts his feelings, and to what extent he can persist..."

Fang Sishen finally opened his eyes and looked up at Hong Xinyao.The two were very close, and their breaths intertwined.

"Ah Yao, what's the matter with you today?" He was very tired, his voice had been soft and hoarse, and then he became a little louder.

"It's nothing...I don't know...Brother, I can't bear you, I want to be like this every day, always like this..." Hong Xinyao really wanted to ask, where do you put our relationship, and what can you do for it? To what extent did he persist, but he dared not ask.

Fang Sishen felt no sleepiness at all, her heart was sore and swollen, and she forced herself to suppress: "Yes. Didn't you say that there will be a big change in three to five years? If you don't pay attention now, maybe not only the previous efforts will be in vain, but also drag you down. Family members. One mouth can make one gold, one’s accumulation can be destroyed, one’s unique path is always difficult to walk..."

Seeing Hong Xinyao looking like he was about to cry, he couldn't help kissing him: "Ah Yao, don't be like this...it's too tragic and too heavy, it's not happiness. I forgot to mention, the relationship problem, I think, The most important premise is mutual. Understanding and trust are mutual; when we value persistence, we must rely on mutual efforts." Laughing, "If you hadn't been so stubbornly persistent, we...would not be what we are now."

Hong Xinyao turned over suddenly and covered him, getting embedded between his legs.

Fang Sishen was taken aback by the sudden increase in temperature and hardness, and whispered: "Hey! Can't sleep anymore!"

Young Master Hong put away all his worries and smiled sinisterly: "Didn't you say that it depends on persistence? I'll prove to you right now what perseverance is."

Fang Sishen completely lost his memory of how long this night lasted.I was woken up once in the middle, and the sun was shining brightly outside the window.Hong Xinyao sat on the bed and ate biscuits, and asked him if he was hungry and if he wanted to order takeaway.Fang Sishen was sore all over, exhausted and had no appetite at all.He muttered: "The refrigerator is full of vegetables, don't waste any more..." He closed his eyelids and went back to sleep.

When I really woke up, I heard the sound of "clinking" pots and bowls in the kitchen, and the smell of food wafted through my nose.

Could it be that he called Mama Feng over to cook?Fang Sishen poked his head out, thinking why he didn't even close the door.When both of them are there, they are basically not called part-time workers.If it is really necessary, they will also carefully cover up to avoid suspicion.Complaining secretly about his sloppiness, he struggled to get up, and sat on the edge of the bed, only to realize that the lights in the room were brightly lit, and it was night again.I couldn't help being stunned for a long time, I couldn't believe that I just fell asleep like this and lost a day.

At this time, Hong Xinyao appeared at the door: "Hey, you're up? It's just right, let's eat right away!"

He was only wearing a pair of underpants, the kitchen was already hot, plus he was in a hurry, his chest, back, and chest were covered with sweat.As he spoke, he wiped his forehead with his hand, and immediately three black streaks of soy sauce appeared, and he became the "king" on the tiger's head.

Fang Sishen laughed "poof", but didn't stop it for a long time.Hong Xinyao spread his hands and looked down, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he stepped over in two steps. Before he could dodge, he stretched out his fingers and swipe left and right quickly, and wiped three beards on each cheek.Immediately afterwards, he pinched his chin, and said in a very oily tone: "Hey! Where did the incompetent little civet cat come from? He changed his human shape and forgot to change his beard! Waiting for my young master to check and check, is the tail also exposed? "It doesn't matter if your hands are greasy, just touch the back.

Even after fooling around with him for so long, Fang Sishen still couldn't stand such teasing, and his face was red in the face.Struggling to avoid the pain in the uncomfortable place, he took a deep breath and fell on the bed.

Hong Xinyao subconsciously wanted to help him, Fang Sishen frowned and stared: "It's still troublesome! Go wash your hands, don't touch me, I don't have the energy to take a shower."

"I'll wash it for you, what are you afraid of..." At the end of the sentence, Young Master Hong turned around obediently after washing his hands, twisted the towel and came over, winking happily while helping him wipe his face clean, and wiped himself as well.Then he took all the cushions from the sofa, made a soft seat around the head of the bed, hugged him and leaned on it lightly: "Don't move, I won't make trouble. I'll take the medicine after dinner later."

Fang Sishen's face was still red, and he asked, "Are you cooking?"

"Well, it's ready."

Although Young Master Hong has made remarkable progress in housework, completing a dinner independently is still an unprecedentedly difficult task, and Fang Sishen can't believe it.

Hong Xinyao emptied the bedside table with a proud expression that facts speak louder than words: "Just eat like this, don't come down." Then he brought out a large plate of fried noodles and a small bowl of soup from the kitchen.

Fang Sishen looked down, heh, this chow mein fully embodies the bold and unrestrained style of the person who handles the spoon: the pork belly is as big as a palm, the whole vegetable is inside, too much oil and soy sauce are put in, and the color is black and bright.The head of the fire was also a bit big, and a scorched aroma came out.

"I've tried it, it's not bad." Hong Xinyao picked up a few noodles, rolled them into a ball with chopsticks, and brought them to Fang Sishen's mouth, "If you don't believe me, try it."

Fang Sishen opened his mouth and chewed, the sauce was rich in aroma, it really wasn't unpalatable.

"How is it? My craft is good, right?"

Looking at the child waiting for praise in front of him, he sincerely praised: "It's not bad."

"Meat is more delicious, you have a piece!"

The palm-sized pork belly hung in front of him, so Fang Sishen had no choice but to say, "I'll eat it myself. You can eat it too." Picking up the chopsticks, he picked the smallest piece and took a bite.The meat was charred on both sides and was a bit tough, but admittedly, it wasn't bad.

Young Master Hong stuffed the slice from the chopsticks into his mouth: "This is not easy to digest. I mainly eat it. I just want you to taste it."

Picking up the soup bowl, filled a spoonful and handed it over: "You drink this first, there is still a big bowl in the kitchen. I boiled some white noodles in the pot, and put them in the soup later."

Fang Sishen drank it, looked at him eagerly, nodded and smiled and said, "It's delicious." He thought it was a bit too fresh, and half of a bowl of soup was filled with shrimps and scallops.

After taking a few sips, he asked, "Why don't you drink?"

"I've had enough." Seeing Fang Sishen looking at himself, Young Master Hong rubbed the back of his head: "I'm afraid it will be salty, just put some salt and taste it, if I accidentally shake my hands in the middle, I still put too much, so I have to add more." I poured two bowls of water... I boiled it for three hours, and I tasted half the pot..." Hearing two beeps from the kitchen, I put the bowl on the bedside table, "Ah, the noodles are ready! If I had to say that I really How prescient to buy this stove with timer function..."

So Fang Sishen ate shrimp and scallop noodle soup, Hong Dashao ate fried noodles with pork belly and vegetables, and they had a very commemorative, simple yet grand, distinct yet harmonious dinner.

At the beginning of July, Fang Sishen took the time to formally report to the School of Humanities for the final exam at Jingshi University.Filled out a few forms in the personnel department, received a work permit, and the reception staff kindly invited him to go to the Guxia Institute to get the office key, and meet the director and new colleagues by the way.

Lu Kuiliang, director of the Institute of Ancient Xia Languages ​​of the School of Humanities, is a good-natured old professor. Many years ago, when Sishen was an undergraduate student, he took his class.The old gentleman was very happy when he mentioned this matter, and shouted that he was destined, and personally took him around the offices of various departments of the Department of Chinese Studies.Everyone in the upper class knew about Fang Sishen's background. Needless to say, no one in the middle and lower classes would show affection to a newcomer for no reason, so this trip was quite pleasant.

It's just that Fang Sishen found out that Professor Yan Zhibai, who was old with Liang Ruogu and who was well-versed in both personality and knowledge, was the deputy director of the Institute of Guxia Languages.Back then, Fang Sishen never told anyone that Liang Ruogu teamed up with Professor Yan to steal his inspiration, not even his father Fang Duzhi knew about it.Seeing the other party's extremely enthusiastic and sincere appearance, Fang Sishen secretly sighed in his heart.No matter where, such people seem to mix best.The only difference is that, thanks to my father, my position is different.Time has passed, and there is no way to care about it, so I shook hands and smiled.

It took almost half a day to go through all the scenes, and then turned back to the director's office.Lu Kuiliang introduced the future development plan of the Institute of Ancient Xia Languages ​​to Fang Sishen, and Fang Sishen asked a question that had been on his mind for a long time: "Professor Lu, regarding the next semester's classes, do you know if there is a unified arrangement in the Institute?"

"Ah, I was just about to discuss this matter with you. Xiao Fang, young backbones like you have not only solid academic research skills, but also rich practical teaching experience, and have also participated in large-scale projects of the highest level in the country. Light, the future is really promising. You can come here, and the comprehensive strength of our institute has immediately reached a new level. As for the arrangement for the next school year, it just so happens that we recently won the exchange place for young scholars at Price University, and we are worrying about who to send Let's go, it's really suitable for you to come here! How about it, are you interested?"

Fang Sishen never expected such an arrangement, so he froze on the spot.After a while, I remembered to ask: "Are you talking about the East-West cultural exchange promotion project sponsored by the Price Alumni Foundation?"

Lu Kuiliang smiled and said, "It's great that you know about this project, so I don't need to explain it in detail."

Fang Sishen didn't speak for a moment.Sure enough, it was the project Wadely mentioned last year. Unexpectedly, this year's quota was given to the School of Humanities.Such a good opportunity like a pie in the sky must be the result of father's strategizing behind the scenes.

Ignoring what was going on in my heart, I said after deliberation: "Professor Lu, you see, I am a newcomer, my qualifications are shallow, I have done nothing, and I just take up such a rare opportunity, isn't it... not appropriate?"

Lv Kuiliang laughed loudly: "Xiao Fang, you are just like what your father said." While laughing, he wiped his glasses and looked at him with some interest, "I have worked with your father for almost 20 years, and we are old acquaintances. He has become the director of the department now, and I am still digging through the old papers in the Department of Chinese Studies, ashamed and ashamed. I have never dealt with you before, and you said that you took my class. I have an old memory and I don’t remember it. I am I'm very curious, how did this old Fang give birth to a son like you?"

With his smile, Fang Sishen lost a lot of restraint: "Are you familiar with my father?"

"Why are you unfamiliar? He told me that he would get his son to work for me. He talked about it for several years, but nothing happened. I asked him, and he said that you didn't listen to him. If you were in a hurry, you would quarrel with him. Worry It’s so pitiful—the dignified headmaster, who would believe it?”

Fang Sishen knew that this was really familiar.What he didn't know was that complaining and exchanging parenting experience with his old subordinates was also a great tool for President Fang to win people's hearts while killing and making decisions.

Lu Kuiliang seemed to be a little emotional: "Poor parents in the world, Xiao Fang, your father is not easy. Lao Fang is a capable person. If it weren't for him, this Humanities College would not be what it is today. This exchange quota is your father's hard work. It was won by the Ruisi Oriental Research Institute. Because of its high standard and convenience, I don’t know how many universities are vying for it. Not only our domestic ones, but also Fuso Koryo Temasek, including the schools on Pearl Island of Ryukyu Island. Finally, it can be regarded as his departure. The last practical thing he did for the Department of Chinese Studies before he took office. But let me say, his greatest contribution before leaving office was to send you here. We all know that today is an era of fighting for talents, and nothing is as important as talents. I've been waiting for you to come up and down, but I've been looking forward to it, and I'm looking forward to becoming a husband-wife stone!"

He knew that he couldn't take it all seriously, but the feeling of being valued by others gave Fang Sishen a sense of satisfaction that his value was recognized.

Lu Kuiliang said earnestly: "Xiao Fang, don't worry too much. If you don't come, it will be cheaper for others. Since you are here, you are indeed the most suitable for this quota. It is clearly stipulated that only young people under the age of 35 Scholars, there are a total of these people in the institute. If they are cut off according to age, there will be only one lecturer who came in last year, or he is a postdoctoral fellow in the research station, or he is studying for a Ph. , you won’t come back after you go, do you understand? You are different, you will definitely come back, right? So, you see, giving such a good opportunity to anyone is better than paying for nothing.”

Because of the different positions, Fang Sishen never thought about it from this angle.When Lu Kuiliang said this, he naturally understood.

"But……"

"There are still a few days, you should think about it first, how about it? The institute is preparing for the next national-level project to be applied for. You went there to see what new discoveries and new trends are worth doing. When you come back , Isn’t it a matter of course? Besides, my class schedule for next semester is out, if you refuse to leave, I have to make room for you. Isn’t this forcing others to be laid off? Haha…”

Fang Sishen was sent out by Lu Kuiliang himself in a trance, a little dizzy from the sun, and stood under a tree to rest.Wanting to make a call to Fang Duzhi, suddenly his heart moved, and he dialed Hong Xinyao's number involuntarily.

"Hello? Wait a minute."

The noisy people over there suddenly disappeared, as if they were moving chairs, opening and closing the door.

"Okay, let's talk."

Fang Sishen felt reckless: "Is it inconvenient, let's talk about it tonight."

"It's okay. I'm bothering them, a bunch of trash dim sum. I just wanted to talk to you." After not hearing the sound for a while, Hong Xinyao asked worriedly, "What's wrong?"

"I'm in the School of Humanities, and I'm here to report today. Just now I asked the director about the arrangements for the next semester... A Yao, didn't you already know about it?"

"Yes."

Fang Sishen was silent.Thinking of his nervous stickiness recently, I have a vague but clear premonition in my heart, and my nose is sore.

"You should have told me, or... have a mental preparation. It's too sudden, I..."

"Brother, listen to me." The voice from the other end was calm and serious, with an imposing manner that could not be refuted.

"Well, listen."

"Don't think about anything, don't think about anything else, just talk about this, do you want to go?"

As if being encouraged and tempted, Fang Sishen heard himself utter a word softly: "Think."

Then I heard a loud and loud reply from over there: "It's easy to handle, if you want to go, let's go!"