Arty Records

"I'm going to be screwed to death by the perverted Western language—how did you learn it?" Young Master Hong scratched his hair, feeling a little annoyed.After staying in the capital for so long, and being beaten violently by the old man, I knew in my heart that I must study, and if I continued to mess around like this, I would lose face.However, it has been abandoned for many years, and I am not used to hard work both physically and mentally. Often, within 10 minutes, all the Western letters have turned into the sleepy bugs of Sun Monkey.

Fang Sishen swallowed the food in his mouth before saying, "Memorize the dictionary."

"Shit! Is it true or false?"

"Of course it's true—don't swear, it's not good."

"I, I'll go!" Hong Xinyao gave up halfway with a curse, "Isn't it? Memorizing a dictionary is too exaggerated."

"That's how I learned it." Fang Sishen looked at him, "You can try to memorize the shortest word first, two letters, three letters, it's easy. The more you memorize slowly, the easier it will be."

"Will it work..." Hong Xinyao was dubious.Obviously he started the topic on his own initiative, but at this point, he couldn't help backing down and changing the topic, "Hey, where did you come from?"

"Northeast, Qingqiu Baishui."

"Ah?! Are you a minority?" Hong Xinyao said excitedly.

"No."

"Don't you say that Qingqiu Baishui are all ethnic minorities? Riding horses to herd sheep, especially drinking and so on." Young Master Hong's Beijing movies became more and more smooth.

"I'm from a forest area, not a pastoral area."

"Oh." Hong Xinyao recalled the trip to the Taishi Temple in Hancheng, and Fang Shudai's quick skill in rescuing his backpack. He seemed to have said that he grew up in the mountains and forests.

"So your family is so far away, why did you move to the capital?" Qingqiu Baishui, for a child who grew up in the Middle Earth region, just hearing the name is full of legend.

Fang Sishen didn't really want to continue this topic, seeing the eagerness on the other side's face, he reluctantly explained: "I didn't move to the capital, but returned to the capital. My father stayed in the forest area for a few years because of the branch."

"So that's the case. Is the forest area fun? What's so special about it?"

"There are few people in the forest area, and there are no people at all in some places. Because of logging, forestry workers have settled in, and some small towns have gradually formed. It is fun..." Fang Sishen thought, for children who are familiar with the bustling city, it is probably true. It's no fun.

"Because the location is remote and full of deep mountains and wild forests, it used to be a place where wild animals haunted and fugitives hid. Some forestry workers who have been working for 30 to [-] years are suddenly found to be wanted criminals. This kind of thing happens occasionally. .”

This is one of the few conversations that Fang Sishen can share with the happy teenagers he met in the current time and space in his memory.Sure enough, Hong Xinyao's eyes widened: "Hey! So amazing! Then why was he discovered again?"

"Drunk, he said it himself."

Hong Xinyao was stunned.Suddenly, he felt that Fang Shudai was also very good at telling cold jokes, so he was very happy.

"Are you full? It's getting late, let's go home." Because Fang Sishen refused to order more, several plates were empty.

Hong Xinyao burped and put down his chopsticks: "Let's talk for a while, and then tell me about the interesting things about Qingqiu Baishui."

Fang Sishen had no desire to deepen the conversation, and stood up: "I have something to do tonight, thank you for inviting me to dinner."

When we broke up, Hong Xinyao asked: "Can I come and play with you?"

Teacher Fang showed embarrassment on his face: "I may not be free..."

Young Master Hong suddenly lost his temper, and waved his hands: "Forget it, forget it, I know that your big doctor dislikes me for being uneducated, so I won't waste your time!" He reached out to stop a taxi and sat in it.The car started, and he couldn't help but look back. In the night lights, there were cars and people passing by, but Fang Shudai's back seemed to be covered with a layer of wax, which isolated him from the colorful urban night scene around him, leaving him alone and deserted.

Being alone for half a day should be more familiar, but for some reason, it feels strange at this moment.Hong Xinyao still can't grasp such a complicated emotion, so he just feels bored for no reason.

When he got home, he shook the book in his hand with his guardian and went into his room.After turning less than ten pages of the album, my fingers started to itch, and I automatically touched the table to start the computer and open the game interface.The prompt says that the system is being updated, so I have to wait.When I was bored waiting, I had a flash of inspiration, opened a search page, and entered the four words "Qingqiu Baishui".

The first search result is a map.The eye-catching red icon on the northeast corner of the vast territory of the Great Xia Kingdom is like a little red riding hood.

The text description below is accompanied by pictures, just click on one, and the boundless forest, sea and snow-capped mountains immediately occupy the entire screen, lush and deep, more fantastic than the virtual landscape of the same kind in the game.Hong Xinyao leaned closer and looked carefully.

Fang Sishen returned to the dormitory, put down the book, and sat at the computer desk.After staring at the screen for a while, I entered the three words "He Weiwo" in the search bar.

His character is quite the essence of "when things come, the heart will appear, and when things go, the heart will follow the emptiness". Cleaned up.Today's dinner, because of Hong Xinyao's questioning about Qingqiu Baishui, he thought about it again.I know, I remembered, it would be a lie to say that I am not curious.Deep down in my heart, I instinctively resisted my own curiosity.Between hesitation, his fingers seemed to be stiff.Accidentally, the "confirm" button has been pressed.

Worth mentioning.They come, the security.After opening and reading one by one, it didn't take long to find that all the results were similar. There was only one high-sounding and vague resume, less than a thousand words, which probably came from the same official source.

"He Weiwo (3094-3143 in the summer calendar, 2543-2592 in the Western calendar), male, ancestral home in Dongping, Yuezhou. Party member.

“共和前5年（夏历3110）随父母迁居花旗国。共和2年（夏历3116）毕业于帝国空间物理学院航空动力工程专业。共和6年（夏历3120）获得该专业博士学位并留校任教。次年（夏历3121）因在航空推进器领域的杰出贡献被授予终身教授职务，同时服务于该校航天技术研究所。

"In the 19th year of the Republic of China (3133 in the lunar calendar), the Patriotic War broke out. He Weiwo broke through many obstacles and returned to China with his wife. He became the founder of my country's modern aerospace industry and made outstanding contributions to the development of my country's aerospace industry. His noble His patriotic sentiments have touched countless overseas students and encouraged them to return to the motherland and contribute to the construction of the Republic. He was once a role model for a whole generation of young people...

"After returning to China, He Weiwo served successively as a researcher, deputy director, director of the Central Aeronautical Research Institute, director and professor of the Department of Space Physics of Huaxia University of Science and Technology. He won the honorary title of "National Model Worker" and joined the party. In the 21rd year of the Republic of China (3135 in the summer calendar), he presided over the successful launch of Daxia's first returnable artificial satellite and won the title of "National Advanced Individual in the Field of Science and Education" and "National Advanced Individual in the Field of Science and Education". The honorary titles of "National Model Worker" and "Top Ten Outstanding Party Members in the Science and Education System"..."

At the end of the long list of glorious achievements and honorary titles, there is only one sentence: "In the 29th year of the Republic of China (3143 in the summer calendar), he died in Beijing at the age of 49."

It's like a majestic symphony played to the climax, with a rest in the middle, and it stops abruptly, never waiting for the final movement.

Only a few hundred words, Fang Sishen read it for no less than half an hour.Opening the webpages one by one, and then closing them one by one, seemed a little disappointed, but also as expected.I also searched for Zhang Miaojia's name, and this time it was even more pitiful. There are only a few lines, and it is not enough to piece together the outline, but he also died in the 29th year of the Republic of China at the age of 45.

He is good at textual research, and of course he knows what it means to have a long period of time gap in the introduction of characters, and what it means to have the same appearance in the available materials.Facing the history that has been carefully concealed, the history that has been lightly veiled, I feel a little relieved.The face riddled with holes behind the veil is enough to imagine why there is no need to deliberately uncover it to embarrass yourself.

However, the stirring thoughts refused to calm down easily.He thought: In the 29th year of the Republic of China, I was not born yet.How old was He Shensi at that time?This question flashed in my mind, and my whole body was shocked.He suddenly realized that he never seemed to know the exact ages of his adoptive or biological fathers.Leaving Manggan Road and living with Fang Duzhi in the capital for many years, the father almost never mentioned the past, nor asked how his son's childhood was, and Fang Sishen was even less likely to take the initiative to uncover the old scars. Life seems to start from the reunion of father and son. That day begins.

It was embarrassing to ask specifically at this moment, so I changed my mind and entered the three words "Fang Duzhi" into the search bar.

The search results are spectacular, with dozens of pages.Fang Sishen wrote down the date of birth and closed the page without checking any details.Knowing the relatives around him in this way, there is a sense of immorality similar to voyeurism, which makes him unable to continue.

Cross your hands, rest your head on the back of the chair, and slowly calculate in your heart.

Fang Duzhi was born in the 9th year of the Republic of China. According to Hua Dingsong, He Shensi and him used to be classmates, so the two are likely to be in the same year.He Weiwo returned to China in the 19th year of the Republic of China, and He Shensi was about 10 years old—it turned out that he lived in Citigroup when he was a child, no wonder he could speak Spanish so fluently.Well, some weird-looking little habits are also well explained.In the 26th year of the Republic of China, the third major transformation began. The two set off from the capital to Manggan Road. They were 17 years old and had not graduated from high school.

Fang Sishen tried to search for "the third major transformation".Except for the "reunion after 30 years" and "reunion of comrades-in-arms of the Corps" that have become a hit, the introduction of the movement itself is very limited. The joys and sorrows of 30 years ago are overshadowed by the ongoing review of the present and the past, degenerating into passionate past events; while the voices and smiles of individual young people are submerged in the deafening collective slogans, becoming the main theme and fading away echoes.

Fang Sishen thought: A 17-year-old high school student left his hometown, full of pride, and went to Qingqiu Baishui, forest sea and snow-capped mountains two thousand kilometers away.Then what?But three years, both parents died.At that time, He Shensi, the 20-year-old He Shensi, did he know?I remember that when I walked out of Manggan Road, it took two to three months for letters from other places to arrive.Whether you know it at the time or not, you will know it sooner or later.Afterwards, He Shensi never left the place where he suffered so much physically. Apart from objective reasons, could it have something to do with the fact that his parents died and he was alone?

Fang Sishen thought: Because he didn't leave, he raised me.

The eyes were sore and unbearable, so I closed them and didn't think about it anymore.

After a long time, I cleared up my mood and planned to prepare lessons.Hong Xinyao's appearance today also reminded him of another thing: Guoyi High School is about to start.With my left hand, I picked up the special report submitted by the students at the end of last semester, but with my right hand, like a ghost, I typed four words in the search bar: "I have reformed".

"Sorry, there are no search results to display."

…………

Fang Sishen stared at this line of writing for a long time, and finally bowed his head and started preparing lessons.

During the university holidays, he was older than his seniors. Hao Yigang sent Fang Sishen the schedule of "Introduction to Phonology and Exegesis" for preparation. He had already finished teaching the first class of the new semester in the classroom of National No. [-] High School.The content is rather boring, talk about how to write a small paper.First format, rules, style, and then learn model essays.Hearing the third quarter, most of the students dozed off.

Fang Sishen knocked on the table of the podium: "All quotations are required to indicate the source, and plagiarism is strictly prohibited. Once it is identified as plagiarism, the grade of this subject will be zero." Sensitive, almost all straightened up now, staring at the teacher.Hong Xinyao jumped up in surprise from behind: "Zero score? Who got zero score?" Half of his face was red from sleep, one was white and the other was wrinkled, and while shouting, he raised his sleeve to wipe his saliva, causing his classmates to burst into laughter.

Fang Si cautiously waited for everyone to be quiet, and repeated the original words.Most of the students nodded to show their understanding, but Liang Ruogu raised his hand, stood up after asking for consent, and asked, "Teacher, under what circumstances can it be considered as plagiarism?"

"Copy the original content of other people's articles intact, subject to the period, and more than one sentence is considered plagiarism. Change other people's articles, if the content similarity exceeds 20%, including viewpoints, arguments, structure, argumentation methods, etc. Any similarity may be considered plagiarism.”

"Excuse me, teacher, is it up to you to identify our thesis?"

Fang Sishen nodded: "It's mainly me. If it is feasible, I will invite other teachers to jointly identify it." Seeing that many students looked solemn, they seemed to be frightened, and smiled, "Don't worry, beginners are not afraid to learn from others. The important thing is Cultivate the habit of respecting the achievements of other people's ideological labor. There is no limit to the ratio of citations in your final homework. The basic principle is: no matter direct or indirect citations, please indicate the source. No matter how much you borrow, you must at least have an experience, a Opinions are your own originality. That’s all.”

After class, the other students left, and Liang Ruogu, Hong Xinyao, and Shi Tong gathered around the podium.

Liang Ruogu stepped back: "You two talk first."

Hong Xinyao pulled Shi Tong, and said airily: "I'll hand in my homework!" As he spoke, he shook the paper torn from the exercise book in his hand, and it was photographed on the podium like a big money in an ancient costume movie. "Teacher Fang, fortunately, I have lived up to my fate!"

I don't know which TV series he learned how to behave, Fang Sishen was amused, and looked down: the word bucket is one big, but it also fills a page, about two or three hundred.

Fang Sishen put this hard-earned homework into the book: "I'll read it when I go back, and I will pay you back next time." He asked Shi Tong, "What questions do you have?"

"Teacher Fang, I..." A pitiful expression that hesitated to speak.

"Say something quickly, and fart quickly!" Hong Xinyao urged him.

"I, I... that," Shi Tong made up his mind, and finished in one breath, "It's like this, I decided to transfer to science, and I won't come to class from next week."

The listeners were all surprised.Hong Xinyao was the first to react, jumping to his feet and roaring: "What did you say?! How dare you leave me alone to work on this life-threatening paper? Believe it or not, I have abolished you!"

Fang Sishen frowned and stared at him, then asked Shi Tong: "Why did you suddenly decide to switch directions? It's difficult to learn to change directions at this time, right?"

"My... Actually, I didn't think of it myself. Speaking of it, it has a lot to do with taking your courses."

Seeing teachers and classmates looking at him suspiciously, Shi Tong was no longer nervous, and talked freely: "Because I prepared a special report last semester, I was more interested in the specific operation techniques of castration, and I read some ancient surgical materials by the way. Winter vacation Back in my hometown, my uncle is a surgeon. I talked to him a few times, and then I felt that I really wanted to study medicine and become a surgeon. After thinking about it for half a vacation, my parents also supported me, although it’s a little bit of a turn now. It’s late, but if I don’t turn around, I’m afraid I’ll regret it even more.”

"Then what about your elective credits?"

"It just so happens that there is a classmate in the biochemistry department who wants to go abroad early, so I can just replace him."

This is a foregone conclusion.Hong Xinyao pinched Shi Tong's slender neck and swayed from side to side: "You idiot, how dare you give up on me all the time, how do you think you will compensate me for my loss..."

Shi Tong grabbed his arm: "Give it all to you, can't I give you all my materials?" When Hong Xinyao let go, he smiled again, "I'm sorry Jintu, I don't want to do this either, I don't even want to do this for my thesis. It’s all pretty well thought out, how much trouble you’ll save.”

When Young Master Hong heard this, his brows bristled with joy.Glancing at the people behind the podium, he said intentionally, "On your level? I can't believe it! My master's original work must be better than yours!" Turning to Fang Sishen, "Teacher Fang, I'm the only one left in our group. Now the whole class Count me as the most pitiful, you have to cover me."

Fang Sishen thought it was funny, but nodded: "If there is any problem in the writing of the thesis, I will try my best to help."

Liang Ruogu, who hadn't spoken for a long time, suddenly said, "Jin Tu, don't be poor with the teacher, go outside and wait for me."

"Yeah? Is there something dark that I can't hear?"

"I want to ask Teacher Fang some professional questions, but you can't understand them anyway."

Liang Ruogu made it clear that he would not open his mouth until the scene was cleared, Hong Xinyao let out a "cut", followed Shi Tong out of the classroom, rolled his eyes, and stuck to the wall of the back door to peek inside.

"Mr. Fang, here is the outline of my thesis. Please read it over." Liang Ruogu presented it with both hands, as polite as ever.

"Okay." Fang Sishen took it over and joined Hong Xinyao's homework.

"I received your reply last time, thank you."

"You're welcome."

"I have carefully read every sentence in your letter several times, and I will keep it in my heart." The boy's eyes were full of sincerity.

Fang Sishen realized that he was apologizing in disguise, and hurriedly said, "I'm just sharing my personal thoughts, as long as you think it's helpful."

"I was honored to listen to the teachings of Dean Fang, Mr. Bai, Mr. Fan and other seniors during the last vacation training. Only then did I truly see the style of virtue and prestige, and I was very moved. Did you know that Mr. Fan organized a "Children's Chinese Classics" Lecture hall', Bai Lao personally serves as a consultant, and I am now a volunteer in this lecture hall, and I go to help for half a day every Saturday afternoon."

Fang Sishen really didn't know what to say.After struggling for a moment, I can only express encouragement: "Then you work hard."

Liang Ruogu smiled modestly: "It's also the first time I'm telling others, and the people I'm listening to are all children, so I'm actually quite nervous." Looking up at Fang Sishen, "If I encounter any problems, can I ask you for advice?"

Fang Sishen never knew how to refuse in such a situation, so he nodded and agreed: "Okay." After thinking about it, he said, "Don't ask for advice, I can only express my own opinion, and you can think about it at that time."

Liang Ruogu smiled brightly: "Thank you teacher!"

At the back door, Hong Xinyao caught a glimpse of the two talking and laughing, and felt an indescribable sourness in his heart, and he didn't pay attention to a large piece of the wall.