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Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Fang Sishen slipped out of Qionglin Academy quietly.

Being held back by Fan Youchang for such an introduction, Mr. Fang was automatically promoted to be the special representative of President Fang, and his simple personal entertainment became part of a complex interpersonal network, which made him depressed for a while.

Hong Xinyao achieved his purpose of socializing, but he couldn't see Fang Shudai when he raised his eyes, so he searched around, paused to think about it, and walked outside the mountain gate.Seeing Wei Deli having a good time with a group of kids in robes in the front yard, he knew that he couldn't lose him, so he boldly left him.

From a long distance, I saw a person sitting on the stone steps near the river in the parking lot.As he got closer, he remembered Mr. Fan's sour introduction, "This is the son of Dean Fang of the Faculty of Humanities." He couldn't help but giggled and said, "Hello! Mr. Fang."

Fang Sishen turned his head, looked at the face that was smiling heartlessly, and gave him a white look: "Master Hong."

For some reason, Hong Xinyao suddenly felt that this dialogue was very similar to a bloody martial arts movie, and laughed wildly.Picking up the broken stones on the ground, standing next to Fang Sishen, hitting two water floats, crossing his hands, posing with his feet, and slowly asking: "Why is Mr. Fang so melancholy?" laughing out loud.

The fun and artistic conception of appreciating the river beach scenery alone was completely destroyed by this vulgar guy, and at the same time, the faint depression and worry in my heart disappeared without a trace.

Hong Xinyao sat on the steps: "Dean of the School of Humanities, sounds very powerful."

"Well, it's alright."

Playing with water floats one after another, Young Master Hong suddenly said: "Hey, then why did you go to Jingshi University to study for a Ph. D? It's so fun to hang out with the dean's father."

Fang Sishen didn't like his oily and sophisticated tone, so he couldn't help but put on a straight face: "The value of learning is innovation, and the value of being a man is self-reliance. I think it's good to try in a different environment."

Hong Xinyao was bored, and threw a stone: "Tsk tsk, you're so ambitious!" After a while, he couldn't bear the loneliness and had nothing to say, "Then your parents are willing? My father threw me away at the beginning." In the capital, my mother almost quarreled with him! But you are here, much better than me..."

"My mother died a long time ago."

"Huh?" Hong Xinyao was taken aback.He was not used to apologizing, and muttered, "That... I don't know..."

Fang Sishen looked at his appearance and smiled faintly: "So don't worry about causing quarrels between your parents. I made my own decision and took the exam without telling my father. Although he was reluctant, after the result came out, he had no choice but to follow me."

Hong Xinyao exclaimed: "Wow! What's your name? Cut it first and then play it, right? Your father is willing to follow you? Why didn't I have such a good father? If I change my father, how dare you hide such a big thing from me?" He has long served the roasted meat on the board!" He knocked on the steps angrily with a stone, imitating Hong Yaoge's behavior when he cleaned up his son, "You bastard! Call you a bastard! You little bastard!"

Fang Sishen laughed: "How can I call my son a beast?"

Hong Xinyao pursed his lips: "My dad is stupid, and he can kill with cruelty."

Fang Sishen has never been beaten by He Shensi since he grew up so big, and Fang Duzhi is even more reluctant to hurt him, so he has no chance to experience the situation of a strict father teaching his son.Watching Hong Xinyao describe his rich experience of being brutally murdered by his father with gestures, his eyebrows gradually became brighter, and he didn't know whether to accuse or show off, and he felt a little envious in his heart.After the other party came to an end, he continued with the most ineffective cliché: "No matter what, your father is after all for your own good."

Hong Xinyao said angrily, "I'd rather he not do this for my own good!"

Fang Sishen felt the same about this, and couldn't say anything perfunctory.Thinking of all the great achievements that Young Master Hong brought out in the process of telling the story, he said: "You are too naughty, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it if you change your parents."

Hong Xinyao got angry, and pointed to his nose: "You think I deserve it, young master, right? How old was I at that time? He can pull off the belt, I can't touch the stool for half a month, you know ?"

Fang Sishen wanted to laugh, but felt it was inappropriate, and finally said: "Then you can't run?"

"Run? Dreaming! You don't know what my dad's skill is. If I dare to run, he can break my leg with a stick..." Hong Xinyao said excitedly, spit flying all over the place.Fang Sishen saw it, and couldn't figure out whether he was accusing or showing off.

The two exchanged views on the relationship between father and son, and the visitors came out one after another, got on the bus, and prepared to return.Most of the younger academy disciples were taken away by their parents, only Liang Ruogu and another student from the Humanities College who came to do volunteer work took the bus back to the city.

As the master of the academy, Fan Youchang sent it straight to the parking lot.Liang Ruogu was the last one to get on the bus, and Fan Youchang patted him on the shoulder: "You've worked hard today."

As a junior, Fang Sishen specially said goodbye face to face, and just sat down on the seat next to the car door.Seeing that Liang Ruogu lowered his head and did not speak, his face seemed to be not very good-looking, and he was slightly surprised.As soon as he paid attention, he saw some light-colored red spots behind Liang Caizi's ears, a bright yellow mark, and a faint smell of medicine wafted from his nose, which should be the smell of realgar wine.There was some suspicion in my heart for no reason, and it seemed that there was nothing unreasonable when I thought about today's situation.Before he could figure it out, he was pulled into the audience by the high-spirited Weideli.

The Dragon Boat Festival is a Tuesday, and Fang Sishen went home to have dinner with his father. Speaking of his trip to Qionglin Academy on Saturday, he reported his encounter with Fan Youchang.

"I knew you would go, I should have asked you to bring something to Bai Lao."

"I didn't expect to meet them, and Bai Lao didn't see any guests at all."

Fang Duzhi knew that his son didn't want to talk about it, so he asked about the details of what he had seen and heard, and asked around who the important people had gone.Thanks to Fan Youchang's special introduction, Fang Sishen finally remembered Director Liu.

Fang Duzhi said: "Fan Youchang has to serve the old man, where does he have the time to entertain these many leaders?"

"I think he asked Liang Ruogu to take care of Mr. Bai, and he also had a few students who were volunteers to help with entertainment."

"You mean, he asked Liang Ruogu to accompany the old man?" Fang Duzhi still had a fresh memory of this outstanding person in the first "Youth National School".

"Yeah." Fang Sishen was busy dealing with the rice dumplings in the bowl, but he didn't see his father's face turned gloomy after being surprised.

I don't know where Dean Fang got the authentic Yuezhou ham dumplings, which are tightly tied with five-color cotton threads.Fang Sishen finally untied the rice dumpling rope and peeled off the rice dumpling leaves, his hands were covered with greasy rice juice.After getting up and washing his hands, he came back to sit down again, only to find that his father was looking at him solemnly.

"What's the matter, Dad?"

Fang Duzhi felt very troubled.

Originally, Bai Yiyan had an affair with Fan Youchang, and had nothing to do with her family.Whether the son knows it or not, it is impossible to become a topic between father and son.However, now that Liang Ruogu, who is neither embarrassed nor embarrassed, is caught in it, if he deliberately hides it from him, it may cause bad consequences.The so-called hidden truth involved in this matter is really difficult to export.However, if I don't make it clear today, I'm afraid I will learn from others sooner or later in the future.Increasing the resentment between father and son is the second priority. Even if the son's temper has nothing to do with him, he will inevitably blame himself and feel regretful.

After hesitating again and again, he spoke slowly: "Xiao Si, everyone in the circle knows that Fan Youchang and Bai Lao are called teachers and students, and they are actually father and son."

Maybe nostalgia for the holidays has become a habit of my father, Fang Sishen took a bite of the zongzi and listened carefully.

"It is said that when Bai Laoguan was being reformed in the prison, Fan Youchang gave him meals, so he went to school in an exceptional way and accepted teachers and apprentices. Whether the rumors are true or not, outsiders don't know. But these years, the two teachers and students have been in love with each other. It has become an anecdote in the academic circles to never give up. After Bai Lao was rehabilitated, he was repeatedly treated preferentially and had a high status. He can be said to support Fan Youchang with all his strength. But Fan Youchang became famous, and he still devoted himself to Bai Lao, which can be regarded as consistent."

Fang Sishen didn't know what his father wanted to say, so he took another bite of the rice dumpling and waited patiently.

Fang Duzhi paused for a moment, then continued: "Fan Youchang is still unmarried. Rumors say...that it is because of serving Bai Lao." The word "serve" slightly accentuated his tone, "In recent years, Bai Lao has become more and more inseparable from him. I heard that even your own daughter, your aunt, can’t see each other twice a year. The old man promised himself that he was romantic, and he once threatened to be friends with Yuan Zicai and Li Liweng, and he said this more than once in private..."

Fang Sishen's eyes widened, and he forgot to swallow the zongzi.

Fang Duzhi didn't dare to look at his son, and while lowering his head to peel the zongzi, he babbled: "For so many years, the teacher and the student have lived in peace, but now they have set up Qionglin Academy to feast their eyes on. Both of them are self-reliant, so they should not be difficult for others, but ..."

Fang Sishen's face changed suddenly, and he put down his chopsticks: "Father! What do you mean by not being able to do what the strong can do? The situation forces you to submit, but is it also called willingness? It's too much!"

"Xiaosi, listen to me, that kid Liang Ruogu is not simple, don't worry about it for nothing..."

Fang Sishen suddenly remembered the red spots and yellow marks that he had seen with his own eyes. He thumped the table and was furious: "He is not yet an adult!"

"You're going to be in the third year of high school in a blink of an eye, and it's almost the same. What do children don't understand now? Do you think..."

Fang Duzhi wanted to continue, but was choked by his son's preemptive words: "What don't you understand? You forgot that when I lived to be 20 years old, I still didn't understand anything!" Turning around and rushing into the room, he slammed the door with a "bang", pulled out He was about to call Liang Ruogu when he got out of the phone, only to realize that he didn't have a number.He was about to ask Hong Xinyao, but suddenly felt that something was wrong, and finally sat down at the computer desk and decided to send an email.

Until the ten fingers hit the keyboard, the fingertips were still trembling slightly with anger.Typed the title, but stopped for a while, not knowing how to write it down.

The anger subsided slowly, staring at the screen and thinking for a long time, then carefully wrote a few words of greetings, expressing gratitude for the invitation to visit, turning to talk about knowledge and aspirations, and finally carefully asking the other party to cherish themselves, and repeatedly hinting that if you are threatened, you are willing to The meaning of helping hands.

After the email was sent, Fang Sishen was still sitting at the desk without moving.Father's words echoed in my ears: Don't worry about this for nothing.It's been a long time since I knew Liang Ruogu, now I'm trying to infer this clever young man's words and deeds, and my heart is really heavy.In any case, make sure to talk in person on Saturday.

Fang Duzhi looked at the closed door, full of bitterness: child, who else in this world can compare with you?

Finally, on Saturday, Fang Sishen arrived early, hoping to find a chance to speak alone.The student, Liang Ruogu, came soon after class, and the classroom was full of noise, so he had to hold it down for the time being, and talk about it after class.It was already mid-June at this time, and the elective subjects were finished ahead of schedule, and in one week, the Chinese studies course would come to an end.The content of the course is coming to an end, and the students will be given some extended and expanded topics. In addition, everyone will make the final revisions to their papers.

As the end of the term approaches, the students are a little restless.In the third class, a girl sitting in the front row asked for some idioms used in the paper. Fang Sishen suggested two, and the girl blinked her eyes: "I don't know how to write."

Fang Sishen turned her back to write on the blackboard, and the girl sighed faintly: "Mr. Fang, I won't see you after next week." Several other girls started talking, especially those who had participated in the winter vacation gathering, all wrinkled their cheeks Eyebrows raised: "Teacher, I will go to the National Academy for you!" "Teacher, remember to wear invisibility from now on!" ——Since the eyes were removed, the students automatically replaced their invisibility with their brains, and he didn't specifically deny it.

No matter how many times he experienced similar scenes, Fang Sishen still couldn't help but blush.Knowing that no matter what he said, he would be booed, so he simply turned a deaf ear and wrote on the blackboard stroke by stroke.

"Teacher, sing us a song."

I don't know who said such a sentence, and it was immediately warmly supported by everyone.There was an explosion in the classroom, and everyone clapped and stomped on the table for a long time.Looking at the young faces under the podium, the sincere enthusiasm at this moment seemed to ignite the air in the room, and Fang Sishen couldn't help being excited.It was hard to say no to being watched by so many shining eyes.

His expression was shy, but his words were generous: "I can't sing your favorite pop songs, only a few old songs..."

"It's okay, we want to hear you sing..."

Hong Xinyao jumped up from the chair, bared his teeth at the boys who interrupted him in the back row: "Shhhhhhhhh!"

"I don't sing well, everyone forgive me." Fang Sishen coughed twice and began to sing slowly.

"I came from the mountains with orchid grass.

Planted in a small garden, hoping to bloom early.

Watching it three times a day takes time,

The orchid is still there, and there is no bud.

Seeing the arrival of autumn, I moved orchids into the greenhouse.

Cherish frequently from day to day, and never forget it every night.

I hope that the flowers will bloom early and my long-cherished wish will be fulfilled.

The garden is full of flowers, adding a lot of fragrance. "

The clear and clear male voice is unadorned, and the singing is rigid, slightly jerky.Fortunately, the tune is soothing and melodious, quite pleasant to listen to.It's just that regardless of the lyrics and music, it is quite different from the current music.None of the students had heard this song before, so it took a while before they realized that they wanted to applaud and asked, "Teacher, what song is this? It's quite nice."

"I don't know how to sing the songs I heard when I was young, but I can barely sing this one."

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and the boys and girls who had shown affection just now rushed away in a blink of an eye.Fang Sishen was distracted by the students booing and singing, and when he remembered to talk to Liang Ruogu, the other party had already left the classroom.Before he could pack his things in time, he hurriedly chased him out: "Liang Ruogu! Classmate Liang Ruogu!"

Liang Ruogu stopped under the steps outside the building door, turned around and looked up at Fang Sishen.

There are people coming and going around, noisy and noisy.Fang Sishen chased up to the steps: "I have something to tell you."

"Sorry, Teacher Fang, I don't have time now. Can I do it next time?"

Fang Sishen was a little anxious: "Did you receive the email I sent you?"

Liang Ruogu nodded.

"Do you understand what I mean? Some things can be refused or not done. They..."

Liang Ruogu interrupted him: "Teacher Fang, I think you have misunderstood."

Seeing that he refused to listen to advice, Fang Sishen was agitated, and said indiscriminately: "They are not good people, you are too young, don't..."

"Teacher Fang," Liang Ruogu raised his voice abruptly, and his whole body turned cold, "No wonder it is said that literati are inferior to each other, so you will slander behind your back."

Fang Sishen was stunned for a while, not even knowing when he left.

Someone patted the back twice, and Hong Xinyao leaned over: "What are you doing?"

Fang Sishen shook his head blankly, and finally murmured: "I hope I really misunderstood. I'm a little worried..."

Young Master Hong popped out: "Liangzi? What is there to worry about? You really are, you don't have to worry about eating salty carrots!"