Arty Records

Fang Sishen felt that time stood still for a long time, but it was only a few seconds.When his eyes regained clarity, the boy had already lowered his head again.Across layers of unfamiliar faces, the outline seems extremely familiar, but it is hazy and indistinguishable.His eyes scanned the list blankly, his highly developed character scanning nerves, and he couldn't connect the word "Xinyao" with the word "Xinyao" in Pang Ran's several golden mountains.After reading it again in my mind, I finally confirmed that their syllables overlap so thoroughly.

He secretly took a long breath and looked in that direction again.The drooping head seemed to lie down on the table together with the upper body, and the frontal face could not be seen at all.However, Fang Sishen no longer needed any extra evidence as the flashy stare at each other was played back before his eyes.The initial shock and panic like a storm was replaced by a burst of anger rushing to the top. I wished I could pick up the microphone and smash it over, and shouted: "Get out!"

For him, that's the best it can be.However, even if it is just this, it is impossible to do it at this moment.

There are peaches and plums everywhere.

Anyway not the time.

He squeezed the list in his hand, and continued to roll the roll: "Huang Zhe, Jiang Caiyun..." After reading the last one, he turned around and wrote the two old characters "Introduction" one stroke at a time on the blackboard.The strokes are complicated, and it was so easy to finish writing it all over again. When I looked at it from the side, I seemed dissatisfied, so I erased it and rewritten it.

"Ah..." Several girls sighed in regret.In the first class, the students were all saving face and were appreciating the teacher's calligraphy seriously.What's more, the last pure gentleman in the legend of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, the youngest doctor is in class, and the girls are chasing mischievously around the podium.

Fang Sishen was already insensitive to these things, but now he was even more unaware.After writing the topic for the second time, I thought I would not lose my composure again. I faced the students, picked up the handouts, and started class.

This is one of the things he is most confident in doing, and he quickly put aside his distractions and devoted himself to it.At the end of the introduction, the bell for the last get out of class just rang.

"That's all for today. Goodbye, classmates." The classroom suddenly became noisy.Fang Sishen lowered his head to pack his things, and subconsciously raised his head as if sensing something.His eyes accidentally crashed into a ball of scorching flames, and he was scorched for no reason.He immediately retracted his gaze, blinked a few times, and frantically stuffed the book and handouts into his bag.

Hong Xinyao, no, he should be called Hong Xinyao now, and stood with his arms folded against the wall, letting his classmates pass by.He was taller again, and a lot thinner than before. Compared with the boys of the National Academy who were mostly white chickens and black goats, he actually stood out from the crowd.There was no expression on his face, he just stared at the people on the podium intently.There was a circle of students in front of the podium, he was tall, and others didn't know who he was looking at.

During the two-hour class, except for the roll call, he endured it all the time, lying on the table and dozed off, fearing that he could not control himself well, and the nerd would fail the class.At this moment, he didn't dare to do anything else, and he couldn't think of any other actions, so he just focused on Fang Sishen.The eyes seem to have an automatic magnification function, and they can accurately describe every subtle expression and movement of the other party.

Fang Sishen hurriedly answered a few questions, and strode to the door.By accident, he turned his head and glanced again, Hong Xinyao was still standing motionless against the wall.I don't know why, that look is fierce and pitiful, but also mixed with endless confusion and grievances, like a wild animal cub that can't find its nest.

It was as if someone was chasing after him, Fang Sishen walked out of the classroom and hurried away.

In the eyes of his classmates, especially some girls, Young Master Hong's appearance was handsome and cool, which left a deep impression on him.Some people didn't pay attention to the roll call, and at this time they had already quietly asked for their names.When the others were almost gone, he swayed out with his schoolbag on his side, turning a blind eye to the few classmates who were hesitant to talk but stopped trying to strike up a conversation.He didn't apply for a dormitory, walked to the parking lot, drove out the black "Xiaoteng", and went straight home.

From this day on, Fang Sishen once again lived a day-to-day life.Fang Duzhi asked his son why, and Fang Sishen said that the teacher promised to let him graduate next year, and he had to hurry up to sort out the materials for the thesis. The home is well-equipped, which is more convenient than the dormitory.

Fang Duzhi was very happy, and specially took the time to cook a big meal for his son to celebrate.Fang Sishen looked at his father, his newly dyed hair made him look younger, but he felt more and more ashamed for no reason.

——Since when has it become normal to lie to your father?

Fortunately, Hong Xinyao has always been very quiet, except for being stared at a few times at the end of each class, there is nothing unusual.After a few weeks, Fang Sishen got used to it and became numb, as if he didn't exist.It's just that whenever the word "Xinyao" on the list is unavoidable, I feel very comfortable in my heart.

Xinzhe, God eats Qi, which is extended to mean Xiyue.Yao, who is tall and far away, can be known, and Tao Tang thinks it is a name.The sage of poetry has a saying: "To the king, Yao and Shun, and then to make the customs pure", such a name that is so diametrically opposed to the outside and not worthy of the name...Fang Sishen shook his head: It has nothing to do with himself, he is looking for troubles, what do you think about it?However, the next time I saw it, I still couldn't help but respond, and I really couldn't ignore it.

What Teacher Fang didn't know was that Young Master Hong had recently changed to a super awesome mobile phone. The original Citigroup product sent back by the third sister had an excellent camera function.He seemed to be sleeping on the table, but actually put his mobile phone on the pencil case, revealing a single camera, and recorded the whole two-hour class without pulling for a second.

Fang Sishen calmed down, and a question became more and more prominent: the back door of the National Academy of Capital University is notoriously difficult to get through. Firstly, there is a long and profound tradition of nobleness here, and secondly, those who can get through the back door basically do not patronize the National Academy. ;The self-enrolled students come in, no matter how low the entrance examination scores are, even if there is also a gray deal hidden behind them, they have a bit of expertise in Chinese studies-just how did he get in with him, Young Master Hong?

Of course, Fang Sishen couldn't find the answer to this question, but the answer was easy to find: in the end, it was just another transaction of money and power.

Thinking of this question by chance, the opponent's back that was bruised and mottled by the belt that night flashed in front of his eyes, and he couldn't help wondering, how could such a stubborn father be persuaded?Fang Sishen shook his head desperately: It has nothing to do with him, he is looking for troubles, what do you think about it?

It should have been clear early on that we were never the same as each other, and it was ridiculous that I was still trying to be friends.If things are abnormal, you will be a demon. Fang Sishen learned from the painful experience, and finally cooled this absurd relationship into a deep-seated lesson, which is kept in his heart.

Not long after school started, the countdown to the [-]th anniversary of the founding of the Republic began.The Jinbo project had to come up with the main results before the national birthday, so Fang Duzhi couldn't take care of his son, and was often too busy to go home.

On this day, I went out to socialize until midnight, and when I walked out of the hotel, I found that my son had called, so I quickly dialed back.

"Xiaosi, haven't you slept yet?"

"Dad, why is it so late?" Fang Sishen frowned, "Have you been drinking? Stop driving."

"Well, don't drive, honestly see me off." Fang Duzhi trusted Gao Chengcheng very much and always took him with him.Before hanging up the phone, he said softly, "Dad will be home soon, you go to bed first."

Fang Sishen can't even ride a bicycle, let alone drive.At this time, I suddenly felt a little regretful.But soon relieved.At Fang Duzhi's level, he originally had a full-time driver, but he liked to be independent, so he canceled this configuration.Besides, nowadays there are plenty of people who are willing to be Dean Fang's driver. When the driver is no longer needed, Fang Sishen feels that there is nothing wrong with taking a walk with his son.

Gao Chengcheng sent Fang Duzhi into the house, Fang Sishen politely invited him to drink tea, he politely said a few words, and retreated outside the door.To Fang Sishen who was delivered to the door, he whispered: "Professor is not in a good mood today, please persuade me." He turned and left.

Fang Duzhi leaned his head back on the sofa, squinting his eyes as if falling asleep.

Fang Sishen called out "Dad", but seeing nothing happened, went to take off his leather shoes and loosen his tie.Just as I was about to get up to fetch hot water, my arm was pulled.

Fang Duzhi didn't open his eyes: "Xiao Si, light a cigarette for Dad."

Because his son doesn't like it, Professor Fang Da has been smoking very restrained.

"Dad, would you like tea? I'll make tea for you." Seeing that his father didn't object, Fang Sishen decided to boil water to make tea.I rummaged through the tea boxes on the bookshelf, read the explanations one by one, finally picked out a bag and tore it open, and ran to the kitchen to add a spoonful of honey.

Fang Duzhi took a sip of the tea handed over by his son, and smiled: "What are you doing? 5000 yuan a catty of Lapsang souchong, you think it's the end of black tea for foreigners?"

Fang Sishen was surprised: "So expensive?"

Fang Duzhi realized that he had made a slip of the tongue, and said, "You're a layman. It's a gift from a student who owns a tea factory at home, and it's not much money."

Seeing that his father was in a better mood, and he didn't look like he was drunk, Fang Sishen asked, "The water is already hot, do you want to take a bath now?"

"No hurry, sit with Dad for a while."

Fang Sishen had no choice but to sit down on the sofa too.In the past two years, he has become more and more evasive about his father's specific actions. At this time, he doesn't know what to say, so he simply keeps silent.

Fang Duzhi drank a few sips of tea and asked casually, "Recently, you have borrowed the 'Moshu Chubo' from the Fanxi Museum in your courtyard. Have you gone to see it?"

Ink script Chu silk, that is, the silk script of Chu State written in ink.Although there are quite a few fragments of the same kind, there is only one piece that has been preserved intact.Therefore, when the academic circle mentions this term, it usually refers to this one.Before the Republic of China, it was stolen from the ancient tomb of Chuzhou and lost overseas. It is now stored in the Fanxi Museum of Citigroup.

"Looked."

"Hehe, you still have good eyesight, I haven't seen it yet."

Fang Sishen was surprised: "Why didn't you see it? Didn't you apply for it as an important original research material of the 'Jinbo Project'?"

Fang Duzhi sneered: "That's right, it was borrowed in the name of the original research data project of the 'Golden Silk Project'. I, the general manager and chief expert of the project, didn't even know about it beforehand!"

"How could this be..." Because this matter belongs to the "Golden Silk Project", Fang Sishen thought that his father was one of the contributors.I watched it after reading it, and didn't mention it at home.

Fang Duzhi asked his son, "How did you see that?"

"I went to see it with my teacher. Originally, no one was allowed to see it except the internal personnel of the 'Jinbo Project', but," recalling the situation at that time, Fang Sishen was still a little bit dumbfounded.The authentic Moshu and Chubo returned to their hometown for a short time, causing a sensation in the academic world.Who would not want to have a glimpse of all the professionals who have a connection with ancient characters?Hearing about this, Fang Sishen immediately informed his teacher Hua Dingsong.

"The teacher took me and waited at the door of Dean Huang's office. As soon as he saw him coming out, he raised his crutches and chased after him to beat him, cursing while chasing him..."

"Haha..." Fang Duzhi couldn't help but almost choked, "What did Hua Dading scold?"

"Call him...forgetting his ancestors and becoming a tiger, a scholar, a literary master or something." He couldn't help laughing, "Then we got the pass."

Fang Duzhi sneered: "That old man Huang Yinyu is the most hypocritical, and this method really works against him." He nodded, "Well, I am very inspired."

Fang Sishen glanced at his father.Could it be that Dean Fang is also planning to go to the National Academy of Capital University to play tricks?

Fang Duzhi suddenly said: "Don't worry, I will tell you to stay away before I go." Seeing his son pursed his lips and did not speak, he was very happy, and laughed so hard on the sofa.After a long while, he squinted and teased his son, "Why, you lost face for Hua Dading, but not for Dad? Huh? Haha..."

Fang Sishen blushed: "Dad!"

Fang Duzhi was in a good mood, and explained the ins and outs to him in a serious manner: "Three years ago, we wanted to borrow the 'Moshu Chubo' to have a look. They came forward, got through the joint, and the other party agreed to lend, but who knew that apart from the huge rental fee, they also put forward many additional conditions. Just for the use of all the security personnel and equipment of the other party, the Foreign Affairs Department and the Security Department could not get through, and finally had to give up.

"In June, the 'Jinbo Project' suddenly received a donation from King Hong Yaoge of Wujin, Jinzhou, and designated a targeted donation to the sub-project of the National Academy of Capital University. I only recently figured out that Hong Yaoge was trying to get his son into it. "Fang Duzhi's face was full of disdain, "He is a rough person after all, and he has no foresight. Since the rectification of the departments of Beijing Normal University, he has done all kinds of fancy things. In terms of development prospects, if we really want to learn Chinese studies, our professional colleges have more advantages."

Fang Sishen thought: So that's how Master Hong came in.

Fang Duzhi was so excited that he completely forgot where his son was.However, Fang Sishen heard that the National Higher Humanities Institute led by his father not only has a department of information technology in the new campus, but it is said that it will also have a department of medicine.Who is more flashy?If the son doesn't say anything about his father's fault, he should pretend he didn't hear it.

"Because of the economic downturn in the past two years, the Fanxi Museum raised the rental fee by [-]%, and gave up all other conditions. Your courtyard received the money, and within three months you completed the formalities and shipped the things back. With a snort, "It's impossible for Huang Yinyu to monopolize the benefits of such a big matter. It's just to take advantage of this opportunity to grab some other oil and water from me."

Fang Duzhi stroked the cup.I thought to myself: I have to figure out what should be pointed out, just in case... I can't let my son know nothing.

Slowly said: "Boss Wu Jin, surnamed Hong, said that he wanted to get his son in, but it's not entirely true. The amount of money is frighteningly large, far more than borrowing a 'Moshu Chubo'. The debt is from me. , I didn’t see a cent of the money. How to spend it? Where did it go? Let me tell you..."

Suddenly stopped, took a sip of tea: "If you want me to say, it's not a bad thing for you to get out of it early in the morning."

An inexplicable uneasiness welled up in his heart, and Fang Sishen looked at his father worriedly: "Dad... Hasn't the main part been submitted to the Department of Culture and Education for acceptance? Or, you resigned..."

"Hehe, silly boy, there is no turning back when you shoot the bow. Do you think you can kill the pick? Besides, it's time to pick peaches. How can you let others go?"

Fang Duzhi smiled: "Don't worry. The 'Gold and Silk Project' started preparations as early as when the head of state took office in the government. The Golden Bamboo and Silk Project will not fail."

Fang Sishen digested the implication in his father's words.Suddenly, I understood why the teacher Hua Dingsong said that the "Gold Silk Project" is actually a "Gold Leaf Project".

"what do you mean……"

"Looking at the current momentum, there is still a high possibility of being re-elected today. If he is re-elected, I, the nominal chief expert, will just wait until retirement. I will retire after I am successful, and I will die of old age. I have both loyalty and righteousness, haha!" Fang Duzhi said between words. No taboos.Standing up, ready to take a bath, he stopped and told his son: "Just keep these words in your heart." He added, "It's just a reminder. You know, the person dad trusts the most is you."

Fang Sishen nodded, his mood was suddenly confused, but he couldn't say anything.

After class that day, I went back to the dormitory because I needed to pick up a few books.Passing by the duty room, the aunt caught a glimpse of the figure, rushed out and grabbed him.

"Your name is Fang Sishen, right? You live in 313, right? This pile of stuff is yours, so get rid of it quickly! Our duty room has become your personal warehouse! You can't be seen everywhere. There is also a mailbox. It’s full, there are piles of advertisements, if you don’t come again, they will be thrown away for you!”

It took a long time to scold Fang Sishen until he couldn't speak.He usually didn't have any letters and parcels. He looked at the pile of boxes on the ground and the large envelopes full of plastic bags. He couldn't care less about his surprise, and quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I'll take it right away."

It took me three times to move them all into the dormitory, and I was sweating from exhaustion.

Unpack first.The inscription is a creative home design company.Full of suspicion, Fang Sishen opened a box.All kinds of beautiful wooden boards, big and small, are carefully wrapped in anti-stress film, and there are some strange bits and pieces.Picking up the manual and looking at it, it turned out to be a multi-functional assembled bookshelf, full of papers listing how advanced this bookshelf embodies a new design concept.

Fang Sishen immediately knew where they came from.Gritting my teeth and sitting for a while, I got up to browse through it roughly.Bookshelves, convenient computer desks, miniature lockers, folding wardrobes... almost the entire set of facilities for a single room, except for the bed.

It is in the way of hands, feet and eyes, and it is more troublesome to throw.Put it down first, and turn to read the letter.

A thick stack of unsigned large white envelopes was torn open, and a few photos fell out. It was a courtyard house under construction, which looked strange and familiar.Fang Sishen tore open another envelope, which was still the courtyard house under construction, but it was obviously at a different stage.Immediately, he understood what was in the envelope, opened them all in one breath, and placed the photos on the bed in order.

From being dilapidated and messy at the beginning, gradually taking shape, until the final repair was completed, the whole courtyard was washed clean like dust and pearls, revealing an astonishing beauty, as if reborn, and reborn from Nirvana.

Fang Sishen was very moved.Facing these photos, it is impossible not to be moved.Suddenly remembering the cause and effect, I was very angry, and I pulled the bed sheet, and the photos were flying all over the room, falling everywhere.

Looking around, the small room is so messy.