Arty Records

The teachers and students of National No. [-] High School just got off the car at the entrance of the hotel, and the car of the second Miss Hong followed closely behind, and also arrived at the "Universal Hotel".

The three boys gathered around to admire the red sports car that was launched at the end of last year. The elegant color looked like wine shaking in a crystal glass under the light.

Hong Yulan patted the car and said with a smile, "Sister will take you for a ride later!" Turning around, she asked Hong Xinyao again: "Aren't you going back with me?"

There is an ancestral house in Hong's family. After Hong Yaoge developed, he built a manor on the site of the original house, and the couple mainly lived there.There are several properties in Hejin City for the younger generation of children to hang around in the urban area.When Hong Yulan said "go back", she was referring to her residence in the city.On winter nights, no matter how eager Mama Hong was, she couldn't drive two hours to the mansion.

"Second Sister, I told you everything, this is a group activity, and the school has school discipline!"

Hong Yulan was astonished, and then she put her hips on her hips and laughed, as if she had never heard such a funny joke in her life: "Ah, 'school discipline', haha, discipline! Haha..."

Young Master Hong couldn't hold back: "I'll go home naturally when the activities are over."

Hong Yulan looked at him a few more times before walking in front of Hu Yixin and Fang Sishen: "You two teachers have worked hard. Our primary school has not been in vain for the past six months. It is all because of the teachers who have taught well. After all, the teachers in Beijing He has a level, which is much better than our poor three-legged cat with fake handles. Just this elm pile, I haven’t seen it for a few months, and it looks like a human!”

The more she said it, the more shameful she became, Hong Xinyao actually felt that iron could not be made into steel, and yelled: "Second sister!"

Hong Yulan completely ignored him, and only talked to the two teachers: "So you're staying here—you damn golden dogs! The guests don't make a sound when they enter the house, so where is the face of our old Hong family?"

As soon as Miss Hong's car stopped, someone called the hotel manager over.Hearing this, she hurriedly interrupted: "Second Miss, I'm sorry, there are few people at the end of the year, and the person on duty in the lobby has never seen Fourth Young Master, so this..."

"I'll settle the score with you later." Hong Yulan waved her hand, took out two business cards from her bag, and handed them to Hu and Fang with both hands: "I came here in a hurry today, and I didn't prepare anything. I'll come back early tomorrow morning. You don't have to worry about it. When you arrive in Hejin, you will feel like your own home!"

Only then did Hu Yixin have a chance to speak: "We have accepted your wish. As Hong Xinyao said, this is a group activity, and the itinerary has already been arranged, so you don't need to trouble yourself. There is just one thing I need to check with you. The location of the winter vacation collection is Hejin, don’t you and your family know? All of our off-campus activities require a guardian’s signature before departure.”

"Ah, this," Hong Yulan said haha, "The guardian was found by the old man, I don't know, maybe something went wrong with the message." After finishing speaking, she turned her head and gave Hong Xinyao a hard look.

After sending Miss Hong away, the group entered the elevator.I don't know who couldn't hold it back first, and muttered in a low voice: "Golden Gou... Hey! Hey..." The laughter became louder and louder, and finally everyone from the students to the teachers, from the bystanders to the parties involved, laughed unsteadily.

A girl rubbed her belly and said, "Why does it sound like our little golden lion dog? It's so cute, haha..."

A boy continued: "With the size of gold soil, it must be at the level of a golden lion king!"

Hong Xinyao made a gesture and kicked: "Golden Retriever Lion King, right? Tomorrow, I'll throw all of you into the mudflats of the Yellow River and turn them into Golden Retriever Lion Kings!"

After entering the room, Fang Sishen put the business card in his hand on the table.A line in the middle gleamed: "Deputy General Manager of Jinyinhai Mining Group".After just ten minutes of interaction, one can feel that the Hong family is already an emperor-like existence on the ground of Hejin.

Suddenly a black shadow stood in front of him and raised his head.

Hong Xinyao stroked her hair: "My second sister...has no culture, speaks straight, and is actually quite a nice person..."

Fang Sishen recalled the scene at the wine table, such a growing environment, no wonder he could cope with that kind of scene with ease.It's also thanks to such a person blocking it, otherwise I really don't know how it would end.

"Thank you for today."

"what?"

"I really can't drink, I get drunk when I drink."

"You said this," Hong Xinyao didn't care, "what is this? I can kill a bottle in Xinghua Village at 46 degrees. But with those old guys, you can't play for real on the wine table, let him know Your old background is miserable. You are too, why are you so stupid? You can’t even say half a sentence, and you need a woman to smooth things over.”

Once he left the classroom, Young Master Hong completely forgot the identity of Teacher Fang.

Fang Sishen had already figured out his own Achilles heel, and let it go.Not caring about Hong Xinyao's tone, he just said, "A woman? You talk to your second sister like that?"

"My second sister...cough, what kind of woman is she, she is simply a devil!"

Fang Sishen thought to himself: Your second sister is a female devil, and my younger sister is not bad, half a female Rakshasa.

Remembering that Hong Xinyao's mobile phone was still in his pocket, he quickly took it out: "You need to use this, I'll go to the service desk to borrow a computer, and export the pictures I took today."

Hong Xinyao took the phone: "What are you borrowing, it's all exposed anyway, so don't waste it." He found the lobby number posted on the wall and dialed it, and 15 minutes later, someone delivered a laptop.Suddenly remembering that there is still a graduation photo of Fang Shudai in his mobile phone that he must never let me see, he hurriedly said: "You go take a shower first, and I will do it."

Fang Sishen wanted to see the pictures in the profile, so he said, "Let me do it, you don't know what pictures were taken."

Hong Xinyao got up and pushed him, straight to the bathroom door: "You don't know how to do it, it's a waste of time. After I'm done, you can come and see how easy it is."

Fang Sishen suddenly realized that there were probably some things stored in the phone that he shouldn't have seen, so he was too slow.Say yes repeatedly, pick up the change of clothes and go in.

After he finished developing it, sure enough, the photo had already been copied.With the towel still on his head, he couldn't wait to sit down and take a closer look.When Hong Xinyao was copying the photos, he looked at the graduation photo and some gossip articles again, feeling like a bug was crawling in his heart.Sitting for a while, I couldn't hold back, thinking about which one to ask first.

"Teacher Fang."

"Ok?"

"You seem to be very familiar with Mr. Hu, have you known each other for a long time?" This was the first thing to say.

"Well, the university used to be an alumnus of the same school, an old acquaintance."

"Is she your girlfriend?" It's a student's nature to gossip about the teacher.

"How is it possible!" Fang Sishen stopped looking at the picture, turned around, said with a smile, not saying much, "You, Mr. Hu, once swore not to marry a liberal arts man."

"why?"

Fang Sishen laughed even harder: "She said that liberal arts men are all gentle scum."

"Oh." The gentle scum, it's clear at a glance, no need to explain.

Fang Sishen continued to organize the pictures.

After a while, Hong Xinyao said again: "Why do you insist that it's fake?"

Fang Sishen was puzzled by his sudden question: "What did I say is false?"

"It's the gold project. I forgot how to pronounce the word behind it. Liang Zi said it was quite famous, and a lot of awesome professors were working on it. You said that there was a bamboo that was fake, and those people said it was real, and then Noisy..."

"Ah, it's the 'Gold and Silk Project'. The full name of this project is the 'Jiajin Bamboo and Silk' Project. 'Jia' refers to the oracle bone inscriptions carved on tortoise shells and animal bones. 'Jin' refers to the Zhongdingwen cast on bronze ware. It is also called Jin Wen. The "gold" means metal instead of gold. "Bamboo" refers to the pre-Qin characters, Qin Zhuan and Han Li carved or written on bamboo slips. "Silk" refers to the writing on silk fabrics. The text is not much different from the age of the bamboo slips."

Fang Sishen's explanation was easy to understand. Although Young Master Hong was ignorant, he was quick-witted, so he could understand it as soon as he heard it.

"These four characters together represent the history of Daxia writing from its origin to its standardization and systematization. The purpose of this project is to clarify and confirm the history of the writing of the Xia people in the ancient stage, that is, the exact history with written records." , it can be regarded as the largest prosperous cultural project in history, and it is indeed quite a sensation. But..."

When Fang Sishen said this, he suddenly realized something, stopped, and asked Hong Xinyao: "You just said... Liang Ruogu also knew about this?"

Hong Xinyao immediately understood that what he asked was not that Liang Ruogu knew about the "Jinbo Project", but that he knew about the gossip.He could only blame himself for slipping the tongue and couldn't figure out what was wrong, so he said, "Yes... Liang Zi and I discovered this together."

Fang Sishen was stunned for a while: "I see."

No wonder Liang Ruogu acted like that, and specially asked himself to write a recommendation from the Higher Humanities College.Although it is not clear where his father worked before his death, it is obviously not difficult to deduce the relationship between that Dean Fang and this Teacher Fang based on his family's endowment.Feeling extremely depressed in my heart, I sat stupidly, and my face became very ugly.

"What did Liang Zi do? Didn't it..." Hong Xinyao knew that Liang Ruogu didn't need to use threats to get points like he did, but he couldn't think of any other possibility.

With a "plop", the towel slipped to the ground.Fang Sishen bent down to pick it up, and said in his mouth, "It's nothing, I just suddenly remembered something else." One yard is one yard, there is no need to say it.I thought to myself: one is threatening, the other is calculating secretly, are all the children nowadays so unscrupulous?

A face blocked the view without warning.Hong Xinyao's inquisitive eyes stayed on his face for a long time before he said, "Teacher Fang, you really don't have the quality to tell lies. If you don't tell me, it's the same if I ask him."

"It's up to you." Fang Sishen turned to face the computer, "It's getting late, you go to sleep. I'll finish sorting these things."

"You haven't told me why the bamboo slips are fake?"

"There are still a few days left, I will tell you slowly when I have time." Fang Sishen was depressed, and his tone became indifferent.

Lying on the bed, First Young Master Hong thought to himself: This person not only can't tell lies, he doesn't even know how to put on a face.Why did you think he was hypocritical before?I really didn't expect to be so stupid!Why are there still such stupid people these days...

In the morning of the next day, the teachers and students of Guoyi High came to the lobby of the hotel to gather, and Ms. Hong Er had already been waiting here.Introduce a strong man next to Hu and Fang: "This is our old man," he gave a thumbs up, "The most experienced old driver, drive hard!" He pointed to a luxury car parked at the door. Ba, "That's the car our family used to go out to play. It's idle these days anyway. It's more comfortable than the car in the hotel. I heard that you are going to the countryside and the roads are bad. You won't get your ass smashed in that broken car." valve?"

Hu Yixin was taken aback by this enthusiastic attitude. Last night, she thought it was just a polite word, but he would have started a real battle.

"This, how can this be..."

A panting person rushed in from the door, it turned out to be Director Ma of the cultural center.

"Second, Second Miss, our Director Chen sent me here to represent the cultural center as a guide for the teachers and classmates of the Fourth Young Master. It is really a great honor for us in Hejin to accompany the teachers and students in the capital to their hometown for a cultural inspection. When it comes to the Taishigong ruins on both sides of Longmen, none of the tour guides are familiar with us. So, this one..."

Fang Sishen heard the phrase "Go back to my hometown for a cultural inspection", turned around and coughed hard.Seeing that my sister can still remain calm and communicate with Hong Xinyao in a low voice, I am very impressed.

"Success! What's your surname?" The second lady made a decision.

"My, my, Mian's surname is Ma." Director Ma's face was full of red.

With director Ma as a high-quality guide, the previous guides didn't even show their faces.

After inviting everyone into the car, Hong Yulan said to the two teachers: "I know all about your arrangements. Director Ma and Lao Bao will be your full-time tour guides and drivers for the past two days. I guarantee you won't leave anywhere. What are you talking about?" What is it? The old man at home said that he should have greeted the teachers and students in the capital in person, but considering that you are a group activity and have a task, let’s not make any trouble. When you come back from Hancheng, before you get on the train, I will definitely give it to everyone farewell."

At this point, Hu Yixin had no choice but to be polite to others: "Second Miss is too much trouble, why dare to work hard for Mr. Hong. I am really grateful for causing you so much trouble..."

Before getting out of the car, Hong Yulan grabbed Hong Xinyao's ear, and said viciously, "You can go home with Uncle Bao after finishing work this afternoon, and come back tomorrow morning, or wait for mom to arrest him overnight!" She put her hand on the car door Come on, with a half-smile, "I asked the teacher, it won't affect school discipline!"

There were all kinds of drinks and snacks in the car, and the students were overjoyed, joking around Hong Xinyao.Although he had been unwilling to be smashed by his family beforehand, the arrangement of his second sister undoubtedly gave him a lot of face, and his status and popularity among his classmates have undergone earth-shaking changes.Of course, if the nickname Shenma, who is so embarrassing, is ignored...

The students who signed up to participate in the winter vacation collection were all from poor families and grew up in a big city. They were surprised and praised. They neither flattered nor deliberately rejected, but made Young Master Hong feel comfortable.

The car drove out of the urban area, and the road became obviously desolate.The black mist in the air is getting thicker and thicker. If you look carefully, you will find their source: the continuous Wujin cave dwellings on the roadside hillside.In the haze, there are one after another pitch-black square eyes, which are the entrance of the cave dwelling.A string of large trucks parked on the side of the road to block people, only piles of Ukin, large and small, could be seen with their shiny black peaks.

"Jintu, do those belong to your family?" a classmate asked.

Hong Xinyao hesitated, then shook his head: "No. These small kilns all have their own bosses."

Director Ma glanced at Fourth Young Master Hong calmly and remained silent.Although the small kilns have their own bosses, more than [-]% of the entire Wujin mine in Hejin was bought by Hong Yaoge.He has a strong relationship and started early, so latecomers may buy out at a high price, or pay for the lease, or let the Hong family hold shares, so they may come in and intervene.Small cave dwellings are mainly excavated by hand, which brings great profits and risks. After several mine accidents, Hong Yaoge learned his lesson and gradually transferred the mining rights to outsiders, and he only received dividends from them.

At this time, a student asked: "Is it possible to dig up ancient cultural relics by digging Wujin?"

Everyone was attracted by this question, and looked at Hong Xinyao: "Then your family is well-developed! Any digging is a treasure!"

Hong Xinyao had never thought about this question before, and said with his head sideways: "The old man has been digging for 20 years, but he has never heard of any ancient relics being dug up."

Fang Sishen interrupted: "Students, think about how Ugin was formed."

It was just a matter of common sense, and a few quick-response students immediately clapped their hands: "It's a fossil of a primeval forest—there was no one there at that time!"

"Yes, Mr. Tree Man also said in his article: 'A lot of wood was used at that time, but there was only a small piece of it.'"

Director Ma said: "Occasionally, fine coal, amber or fossils can be dug out, which are worth a lot of money, but they are all handed over to the state. But we will go to see Sima Zu's tomb in a while, and the place needs to be dug carefully. Dig out the good stuff."

Fang Sishen asked: "Director Ma, since the ancient tombs over 2000 years old, even if they are not the Taishi Cemetery, they are still very valuable. Haven't the relevant local departments made any plans?"

"It's not that I haven't thought about it, but the time is not yet ripe. Dr. Fang, you will know when you go to see it. The place is too close to the river beach. If you are not careful, you may be submerged by the flood. Not to mention Hejin, the entire Jinzhou archaeological field currently has no The strength of excavation. Now everyone is busy digging black gold and soft silver, who cares about digging ancient tombs? Digging gold and silver can make money, but digging ancient tombs will cost you money!"

Director Ma sighed: "In fact, because the Yellow River flooded and changed its course many times, the Xinfeng Shiba Village before the Song Dynasty was buried under the mud, and I don't know where it was washed by the river. Even if there is a Taishi Cemetery, it may have been with it. The mud and sand of the river, the soul returns to the earth. The remaining ones are only part of the original tomb group, and the tombs of different ages are mixed together. Who has the time to research and distinguish them one by one? The most troublesome thing is that Sima The family members live in the local area, and it is difficult to do mass work if they have to dig their ancestral graves..."

The car bumped all the way, and finally stopped at the entrance of the village by the river beach.Today's plan is to go to the village in the morning to interview the descendants of Sima, and in the afternoon to visit the ancient tomb by the Yellow River at the head of the village.

The villagers received this group of rare guests with simplicity and enthusiasm.Several elderly interviewees repeatedly emphasized that the descendants of Tai Shigong changed their surnames to "Si" and "Ma" for fear of being involved, and later added "Feng" and "Tong". land.The old people knew more legends than Director Ma, and the interested girls wrote down more than a dozen pages in their notes.

The ancient tombs on the river bank are actually only a pile of mounds, and occasionally you can find stone beast steles lying on the ground, which are dilapidated and unrecognizable.The scenery is surprisingly good.Yellow clouds in the daytime, decayed grass and snow, full of wildness.With the lessons learned from the cultural center yesterday, several students began to keep their cameras close to each other, snapping and snapping wildly.

Fang Sishen found a big rock with an excellent view and climbed up to see the scenery.

The setting sun was like blood, and the blue-gray cliffs on the opposite bank became colder and harder under the setting sun.The sky and the ground are covered with shades of yellow.Decaying grass, mudflats, river water, even the thin ice on the river is turbid.An abandoned boat was crooked in the muddy water, casting an intermittent shadow on the ice.

Such an open and desolate scenery, the indescribable desolation in the confusion.

It reminds people of Sima Zichang.

Thinking of the stunningly talented but loving soul, the unyielding soul that is still clamoring for humiliation, may sleep at the foot, or disappear in the river without a trace.

For Fang Sishen, who has been dealing with historical traces for many years, he knows how deeply that space is not distance, and time is the eternal distance.

Infinite depression.

Hong Xinyao was arguing with his classmates, when he turned his head inadvertently, he was deeply shocked by the lonely figure by the river.Like a ghost, the phone slid out of his palm, raised it to his eyes, and pressed the camera button.