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Wei Deli unreservedly expressed his admiration for Mr. Fang Minzhi, a famous contemporary avant-garde poet, scholar, and free thinker in Daxia. Fang Sishen was almost abducted by him and forgot his original intention.

In fact, he knew very little about his uncle Weiwen, but the first impression he had when they met for the first time was so good that later, no matter how close he was like his father Fang Duzhi, or far away like the public opinion of the mainstream media, how would he evaluate this uncle in certain specific circumstances? The well-known avant-garde people in the field have never taken it very seriously.I haven't seen each other for several years, but I can occasionally see Fang Minzhi's figure on newspapers and TV, and I am determined not to admit my mistake.

Under Wei Deli's questioning, he gave a brief introduction. Unexpectedly, the other party's hands and feet were extremely fast, and he searched the Internet immediately, and Fang Minzhi made a comprehensive overview.At the same time, he did not forget to sigh to Fang Sishen: "Fang, your uncle is really amazing! He is a real poet!"

Fang Sishen admits that he doesn't understand the new poems, he doubts: "Really?"

Wedley said solemnly: "True poets regard vulgarity and ugliness as their natural enemies."

Fang Sishen pondered for a moment and said, "That's true."

The two came and went, the topic gradually deviated, Fang Sishen's faint uneasiness could not dissipate.At the end, he finally thought of telling Wei Deli something, hesitated for a long time, but didn't know how to say it.He vaguely heard that his uncle was registered with the Security Department, and Wei Deli didn't know how deep he was, so he didn't know what effect it would have if he got involved.However, due to emotion and reason, it is impossible to persuade the other party not to participate in the activities of protecting the traditional civilization of Great Xia.He was so hesitant that he was about to hang up the phone, so he could only solemnly say: "Be more careful about your safety." After all, he was not at ease, so he temporarily agreed to go and see it next time when he was free.Wei Deli couldn't ask for it, and happily agreed.

Two days later, I was invited to participate in the "Save City Memory" live event.Fang Sishen didn't know how to ride a bicycle, and Wei Deli was eager to give him a ride.Fang Sishen's intuition was not right, but he was persuaded to get into the back of the car by some good words.Fortunately, the car was really dilapidated, and it was already a little bit reluctant to carry a strong man in Wei Deli. This time, another one came up, rattled and swayed from side to side, and it was about to fall apart.In the end, the two took a bus and walked to the scene.

"Mr. Fang said that they got reliable news that the demolition team will definitely come today. The end of this month is the deadline, and they can't wait any longer."

Fang Sishen was worried: "Then what are you going to do?"

Wei Deli waved his fist: "Prove to them our determination and courage!"

After asking a few more questions, Fang Sishen frowned unconsciously.Thinking of how his uncle has been safe and sound all these years, he probably has his own way, so there is no need to worry about it.From the bottom of my heart, I am very glad that my father did not return from a business trip, otherwise he would not be able to hide it, and it would be impossible to accompany Wei Deli to experience it on the spot.

From afar, I feel that the atmosphere is not right. There are a lot of people around the entrance of the alley, but there is strangely no noise.The spectators were all blocked at the intersection, and no one dared to go inside.The two rushed a few steps to sneak through the crowd, only to find that the entrance of the alley was cordoned off, with a uniformed guard standing on either side.

Looking up, the narrow alley was crowded with people, with clear barriers: those standing on the pile of rubble nearby were all wearing uniforms and holding batons; those standing across from them seemed to be local residents, men, women and children, Clothes of different colors, or sitting or standing.There are all kinds of things in their hands: bricks, sticks, kitchen knives, iron pans, clothes forks... Some people look nervous, trembling while chanting, some people are calm, find a blue brick and squat down on the spot to sharpen the kitchen knife, occasionally He squinted at the enemy camp.

In front of the big red gate of the courtyard on the side, the two rows of people standing in line are obviously much more artistic, colorful, and red flags are waving.Under those colorful slogans and banners, Fang Sishen recognized his uncle Fang Minzhi: he was wearing a red T-shirt and shorts, with a black tie hanging crookedly around his bare neck. The T-shirt was intentionally torn in several places, and it was dyed with different shades of paint to give a bloody effect.

The three parties just formed a vertical "pin" shape, staring at each other.Except for the two men in suits in the middle who are on the phone, no one moves or speaks.

Fang Sishen followed Wei Deli and walked over. The uniformed man at the entrance of the alley kept staring at them, but did not stop him.When the young artists saw Wei Deli, they greeted him warmly.Fang Minzhi looked at Fang Sishen suspiciously: "This is..."

"Uncle, I'm Sishen."

"Ah! Sishen... why are you here?"

Before the two had time to get to know each other carefully, Wei Deli caught a glimpse of Brother Modao and took out his camera excitedly.A man in uniform rushed up immediately, and said viciously: "No photos are allowed!" He stretched out his hand and grabbed it.

Wei Deli had practiced Baguazhang for a few months, and stepped back.Just as he was about to argue, Fang Minzhi had already come over, pointed to the four words on the other party's uniform, and read aloud, "Xintai Real Estate." Turning around, he asked Wei Deli, "Are you going to photograph him?"

Wei Deli pointed at Brother Modao: "No, I want to shoot that gentleman."

"Then go ask that gentleman if he is willing." After that, Fang Minzhi crossed his arms and snorted coldly in his uniform: "A security guard of a real estate company dares to prohibit citizens from taking pictures in public places. He also If you don’t shoot you, why do you not allow it? What right do you have to stop him? Do you represent the government? Or the people? You dare to rob things, hum, what right do you have to confiscate citizens’ property? Let me tell you, this is called robbery , robbery! Do you understand?"

The security guard was speechless, and subconsciously raised his baton in his hand.Fang Minzhi yelled, and instead of retreating, he advanced: "Wei! Take a picture! Take a picture of me! He hit me, take a picture, and keep it as evidence!"

Fang Sishen was dumbfounded, and saw that the two people on the phone noticed that there was a conflict here, and hurried over to stop it.Fang Minzhi, who looked like a leader, stretched out his hand: "Mr. Fang, hello."

Fang Minzhi didn't shake hands with him, and said with a sneer, "Don't you know that hidden demolition is popular now, and you don't want to do open demolition? Is it too stupid or too arrogant for your Xintai company to demolish in uniform? You have seen it too. Reported to the police. You are rushing to do it before the police come, so as to destroy the corpse and wipe out the traces, right?"

The man smiled and said, "Mr. Fang really knows how to joke. Our company is a model of law-abiding and never does anything illegal." Seeing that nothing happened for the time being, he went back and continued to make calls.Soon, probably because of some instructions, they began to negotiate with some of the leading residents.After talking for a long time, they failed to reach an agreement, and finally quarreled, almost fighting several times, and saw each other repeatedly for more than an hour.

The midsummer sun made everyone steamy, and the atmosphere became more and more irritable.Fang Sishen asked his uncle, "Why haven't the police come yet?"

Fang Minzhi's face was cold, beads of sweat dripped down his neck, and the tie circle was soaked: "The weather is too hot, it's inconvenient to call the police, they may come when the sun goes down."

Fang Sishen suddenly realized that he was wearing shackles.Looking worriedly at the confronting crowd on both sides: "What if there is a fight?"

"If someone dies, the police will still come."

Fang Sishen looked at Fang Minzhi: "Uncle."

Fang Minzhi glanced at him: "We will not fight them desperately. We never advocate violent revolution and unnecessary sacrifice. If we can't stop it, we will retreat and try to expose their atrocities." Turning his eyes to the residents who were arguing, "These People also come to demolish houses, but they have different opinions on the price. They will work hard for money, not for memory, history, culture and other illusory things. As long as they get enough money, I am afraid they will demolish it. Faster than the real estate company." Finally whispered, "Your father doesn't know, right? Don't come here again."

Wei Deli was hiding behind the literary youths, secretly taking pictures from the gaps, and suddenly asked: "Where are the reporters? Why are there no reporters?"

Fang Minzhi curled his lips and smiled: "How do you know there are no reporters?"

With a wave of their hands, there was a "crash", and the young artists stood on the steps of the courtyard and pulled up a larger banner: "Save the house, save the memory, save the history, save the present." People and residents were shocked.

"You were never my enemy,

I've always wanted to be your friend.

We used to live together in this house,

facing south,

Cornice arch bucket.

The baby's diapers are hanging out in front of the porch,

Under the tree lay a yellow dog in heat.

How happy life was then,

It's a pity you've forgotten for so long.

you forgot

The upper body is removed from eating and drinking,

can roar

you forgot

The lower body removes lust,

I can still walk.

Today you came to our house again,

Take

shovel,

stick, stick,

And, axe, head.

I tell you how wrong it is,

please see my

banner,

slogan,

And, air, ball.

You were never my enemy,

I've always wanted to be your friend.

Nowadays

or you

asphyxia--

with my hands;

or me

dead—

On your chest..."

Fang Sishen was also taken aback by the recitation of the poem, and then he couldn't laugh or cry, and felt a little uncomfortable.Uncle said, "If you can't stop it, you will retreat." In fact, everyone knows in their hearts that the demolition team will definitely not be able to stop it, and the house must be demolished.Helplessness is the normal state of real life.

After standing with them for a long time, some of the residents couldn't stand it any longer. They seemed to be suffering from heat stroke, and the crowd started clamoring again.The literary youth helped to call an ambulance, but the heatstroke old man was struggling and refused to go up.In the midst of the stalemate, another manager from the real estate company came, probably the boss asked all the elders and brothers to have an interview, and a large cart drove them away, leaving only the young literary and artistic youths standing alone at the gate of the courtyard.

So everyone called it a day and dismissed.Fang Minzhi tugged on his tie while saying to Fang Sishen, "Don't come here in the future, let your father know about the trouble."

Fang Sishen asked, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Fang Minzhi smiled: "What can you help? I really don't need you." Pointing to Wei Deli, "He is much more useful than you."

Fang Sishen understands what his uncle means, and his foreign face is easy to create news effects.After thinking about it, he said, "Daniel is studying in our school, and I am the designated receptionist of the Foreign Affairs Office..."

Before he finished speaking, Fang Minzhi understood: "It's okay, he's a foreign student, just to join in the fun." After a pause, his expression was gloomy, "Did you see the big boss of the real estate company come forward? I think the situation will be settled soon. Help the nail households. Once the real nail households are down, we, the thugs with a bad name and a bad reputation, why don’t we retreat with our tails between our legs?”

On the way back, Wei Deli was very excited, thinking that today's demolition team took the initiative to give in, which was a good start.Fang Sishen wanted to explain to him, but didn't know where to start.Although he understood this phenomenon, he couldn't figure out how many details and inside information, and he was afraid that the more he talked, the more confused he would become, and after much deliberation, he would eventually give up.But today's uncle's words gave him a solid understanding of the safety of the whole incident, so he stopped thinking about how to stop Wei Deli.The Republican government's attitude towards the Westerners who entered the Great Xia was actually quite ambiguous.As long as certain fields are not involved, the preferential treatment enjoyed by ordinary foreigners is still obvious.

The "Save City Memory" operation is still going on, but Fang Sishen has taken on a new job.The series of essays first published on the website of Chinese Studies under the name of "Ten Portals of Sincerity" were very popular. The editor contacted him and asked if he would like to publish a collection.Fang Sishen has published several papers, but this is the first time in his life to publish a book. No matter how indifferent he is, he can't restrain his anticipation.Coupled with the habit of revering words developed since childhood, I insisted on revising each article one by one, and I did not neglect the rest of the routine work, making this holiday busier than class.I still look at the email photos every day, and I didn’t follow them in the next few “Save City Memory” activities.

Checking the mailbox this day, there was a letter from Liang Ruogu asking for advice and greetings, but there was no email from Wei Deli.I made a special phone call to ask, but it seemed impossible. I thought I might be too busy, so I sent a short greeting email and put the matter behind me.It wasn't until two days later that he still didn't hear from Weideli that he suddenly felt something was wrong.Called the past, but couldn't get through.Fang Sishen suddenly became anxious, not knowing that it was late at night, so he rushed to the foreign student apartment and knocked on the door.After knocking for 10 minutes, no one answered the door, which surprised the people next door.The foreigners were chaotic in their work and rest, and they did their own thing. After asking a few questions, they didn't get any useful information.I rushed to the duty room downstairs and knocked on the door. The foreign student apartment was more loosely managed than the doctor's building. The lady on duty yawned and shook her head again and again, and closed the door with a "bang".

Fang Sishen stood in front of the apartment building in a daze, feeling ashamed and regretful.Wei Deli has no relatives or reasons here, and his closest friend is probably himself.Counting, it has been three days since I lost contact. A living person seems to have disappeared out of thin air suddenly, and I don't know where to find him.The cool night wind hit him, causing him to shiver greatly, his palms were icy cold.

Gathered up, sorted out my thoughts, and decided to call the police anyway.When the call came, there was a familiar tone: "The case of a missing person can only be filed for more than 24 hours. You are too nervous. Where did you go to play, and you are just late. What? Three days? Someone saw you?" Have you ever done it? What? Foreigner? What’s your name?” The other end asked, “What’s your relationship with the missing person? Friend? No, the case must be declared by relatives.” Before Fang Sishen could ask, the phone had already hung up.

He stood with his mobile phone in his hand for a while, and the person most likely to have seen Wei Deli recently should be his uncle Fang Minzhi.Only then did Fang Sishen realize that he had no contact information for his uncle at all.After standing for a while, no one else was suitable, so I had to ask my father for help.

As soon as the phone was connected, Fang Duzhi's slightly nervous voice came: "Xiaosi, it's so late, what's the matter?"

Narrating the cause and effect, the expected reprimand did not come.Fang Duzhi was silent for a moment: "I'll look for it, and I'll get back to you later." Suddenly he asked, "Where are you now?"

"In the foreign student building."

"Go back to the dormitory and wait, and I will tell you as soon as I have news." The father's tone was not very strict, but with an unquestionable sense of order, he calmed down Fang Sishen who was in chaos, and obediently returned to the dormitory to wait.

The phone finally rang, especially piercing in the still night.Fang Sishen jumped up: "Father, how is it?"

Fang Duzhi's voice was unhurried: "I didn't find your uncle, but someone saw him taken away by the police three days ago. I'm afraid the higher-ups went to ask him for tea again. At that time, there were several students who were taken away together, including A foreign reporter. I can’t ask for his name yet, but they say he’s not an international student, but a reporter.”

Fang Sishen hurriedly said, "Daniel likes to take pictures, and he carries a camera all day long. Is he misunderstood by them?"

"Tomorrow, I will ask someone to see if it is him. If it is really him, personal safety will definitely not be a problem, so you don't have to worry about it."

"How would that be?"

"It's nothing more than repatriation at best, no big deal."

"what……"

"And I'm afraid it will be impossible to enter the country again in the future."

Deported, never to enter the country again.This must have been a fatal blow to Wei Deli.

"Dad, is there no way..."

Fang Duzhi interrupted him: "Xiao Si, it's not your responsibility. It's been so long since I've been on vacation and I haven't stayed at home all day. I'll pick you up now."

"father!"

"I've entered your school gate, get ready to go downstairs."