Arty Records

According to the agreement between the Fanxi Museum and the National Academy of Beijing Normal University, the "Moshu Chubo" will be exhibited in Daxia for 45 days, just after the [-]th anniversary of the founding of the Republic.In the last half of the month, teachers and students of relevant majors in various institutions of higher learning and social research groups will have the opportunity to have a glimpse as long as they pass the approval process.As for the teachers and students of the college, they organized a few group visits at the beginning, and later they could go in directly with just a certificate.Compared with the previous formidable situation, it seemed like a big joke.

I want to watch it even when I’m not allowed to watch it.Even those who sweep the floor of the dormitory in the cafeteria of Jingshi University know that the National Academy has come to a rare treasure, which is called "Black Mochubu".

When you watch it casually, not many people watch it.Huang Bulaji wrote a few lines of ancient characters on a piece of rag.Except for the real experts, who can see the meaning?After a few days of hustle and bustle, I found that it was nothing more than that, and the spectators disappeared one after another.What's more, when various national birthday celebrations are in full swing, a considerable number of students in all the universities that can be counted have been transferred to participate in "spontaneous" rehearsals.

Fang Sishen went to the exhibition three times in a row before the end of the exhibition.Because any form of shooting is not allowed on site, he brought a pen and paper to copy.For the last time, every word can be traced with eyes closed.Thinking of such a hasty encounter with such a national treasure, I don't know if there is a chance to see you again, so I sighed silently.

There was a noise behind him, and it quickly fell down again.Looking back, a group of students were led in by the staff.All the homework that should be done has been done, it's just a wave of emotions that makes people linger.Fang Sishen turned to leave.Suddenly someone shouted: "Teacher Fang! Teacher Fang Sishen!"

Following the reputation, it turned out to be Liang Ruogu who hadn't seen him for a long time.

"Teacher Fang, what a coincidence, you're here too." Liang Ruogu walked out of the team quickly, with a pleasant smile on his face, "I was just saying I wanted to see you!"

Fang Sishen had already let go of the previous unhappiness, and greeted with a smile: "Hello. I came to visit with my classmates..." Seeing the person following Liang Ruogu, he stopped abruptly.

Hong Xinyao opened his mouth, not wanting that the on-the-spot operation would be much more difficult than he expected. The phrase "Teacher Fang" who had secretly rehearsed countless times in advance didn't calm down. As a result, his face was dull, which was exactly the same as Fang Sishen's mixed expression. Inversely proportional.

Liang Ruogu didn't know anything, and while thinking about guessing, he explained with a smile: "Our department organized a visit to 'Moshu Chubo' today, just to meet and chat with Jin Tu by the way." Only [-] members of the "Seed Class" of the Department of Chinese Studies were eligible to visit, and Liang Ruogu's tone naturally carried some pride.

He cast his eyes left and right, muttering in his heart, but his face was straightforward: "It's great to meet you! After all, you are a great expert..."

Fang Sishen was in a trance, and when he heard the last sentence, he shook his head: "Don't say that, I'm not a big expert..."

Liang Ruogu noticed the copy draft in his hand, and wondered: "Isn't there a photocopy to buy? Why are you doing it yourself?"

"Compared with the real thing, the photocopies are somewhat different. I also bought the photocopies, but," Fang Sishen replied subconsciously, a little incoherently, "you see there is someone copying them over there, but he should be studying calligraphy..."

"Is Teacher Fang also studying calligraphy?"

"No. I don't do calligraphy." Fang Sishen focused his eyes on the copy manuscript in his hand, "After all, the photocopy is separated by a layer. It is a duplicate, two-dimensional, and it can even be said to be a 'dead' thing to some extent. Only the real object is the original, three-dimensional, and living information carrier. Copying the real object, try to feel the changes in the weight of the strokes, the order of writing, the structure of the font, and even the habit of the writer..."

A high-pitched voice interrupted him: "Liang Ruogu! The teacher is calling you!"

One of those students.Only then did Fang Sishen see their leading teacher, a professor at the Institute of Guxia Language, Department of Chinese Studies, National Higher Humanities College, who is also a little famous in the circle, and met at some academic conferences, but he didn't know if the other party recognized him.

Silence immediately.Once again, belatedly, he realized that his words and deeds violated the taboo of the industry.

"Sorry, I have to go, bye."

Liang Ruogu was also anxious to return to the team, and hurriedly said: "Thank you, I will send you an email later."

Seeing Fang Sishen's back disappearing at the door, Hong Xinyao suddenly said to Liang Ruogu, "I'll come back to find you later." Regardless of the surprised eyes of others, he ran out.

Bypassing the large screen wall in front of the exhibition hall is a public rest area, leading to the new area of ​​the Ancient Books Institute on one side and the old area on the other. The main building of the library is connected to the front, which belongs to the most frequent area of ​​the entire library.

Young Master Hong had been a student at Capital University for several months, but this was his first time entering this library.Standing in the middle and turning around three times in a row, I finally caught sight of the figure at the end of the corridor leading to the old district.In the blink of an eye, it disappeared again.Throw off your arms, and chase after him.All kinds of hesitation, patience, calculation and planning, all disappeared at the moment when he pulled his legs.

catch up with him.Just know to catch up with him.

There are fewer people in the old district, and even fewer people in the corridors.The old Kuben reading room that Fang Sishen likes to go to has the fewest people.Adults smell musty, the tables and chairs are cold and hard, there is no digital query system, and you have to look through the catalog cards one by one.Those who read books there are all ruthless characters with a nail on their buttocks, and they can stay in their nests for most of the day.Therefore, in the corridor outside the door, there are not many people to be seen all day long.

It has been nearly half a year since that unbearable night, and this was the first time Fang Sishen faced Hong Xinyao at close range since the unexpected reunion.In addition to being frightened and angry, he was also confused and at a loss. He walked quickly and turned in this direction unconsciously.

The sound of hurried footsteps behind him reverberated in the dark and quiet corridor, and even the old hanging lamp above his head kept shaking, flickering on and off.Fang Sishen's hearing and sight were fully occupied, and there was almost no room for thinking.

At the last corner, Hong Xinyao leaped forward and stopped in front of Fang Sishen, panting against the wall.The corridor is narrow, and he can no longer pass people with his hands and feet.I stopped breathing for a while, and kept that posture motionless and didn't speak, purely thinking that I was a roadblock.

Fang Sishen couldn't bear it anymore, and said in a low voice, "Get out of the way!"

As if awakened suddenly by this sound, Hong Xinyao raised his head and stared at him, his eyes were burning with the enthusiasm and determination that only belonged to teenagers.

Unwilling to meet such gazes, Fang Sishen turned his head and cast his eyes on the half-hidden wooden door behind the other person, thinking about the thick camphorwood desks and the yellowing thread-bound classics inside the black wooden door.There, there is the tranquility that I am familiar with.

"Get out of the way." The tone was low and indifferent.

Hong Xinyao stared too hard, his eyes were red.Looking back and forth, no one passed by here, and slowly turned sideways with hands down.The moment Fang Sishen passed by, he grabbed him and bit down on him as if venting his anger.Fang Sishen was startled and in pain, suddenly realized where he was, and let out a miserable cry that was held in his throat.Before he could struggle, the other party had already let go and backed away, turned around and ran away.

Fang Sishen stood there for a while, only to realize that his legs were shaking with anger.The corner of the mouth was throbbing, and I reached out to wipe it, leaving a trail of blood.After standing for a while, he finally walked into the reading room.He urgently needs to calm down, and only in this reading room, no one will make a fuss because of other people's strangeness.

Hong Xinyao turned one corner, another, and found himself lost.In order to organically integrate the newly built part with the original old building, the designer put a lot of thought into it, making the whole library look like a post-modern labyrinth.Seeing a place similar to the entrance of the stairs, I went over and took a look. It turned out that it was not a staircase, but a toilet.

After staring at the sign on the door for two seconds, Hong Xinyao stepped in and rushed straight into the innermost compartment.For a long time, after the sound of running water, Hong Dashao cursed in a low voice: "Damn, this is a bad school!" He opened the door to look around, and then ran to the sink in two steps, and the faucet was turned on. To the max, a burst of dash.In the blink of an eye, the muddy and sticky liquid covered his hands was washed away, and the unusual heavy breathing was also covered up.

No matter how thick-skinned Hong Xinyao was, after all, he wasn't thick enough to want to be smashed and masturbate in the public toilet of the library.After typing, I found out that there was no paper. Fortunately, most of it was sprayed on the toilet seat, and I managed to wipe off the rest with one hand, freeing up a pair of hand pants to open the door.

I washed my hands clean long ago, but my mind was always buzzing, and my whole body felt uncomfortable.

In the past six months, there has never been a time when I didn't think about being a nerd.However, I didn't expect that the more I thought about it and worked hard, the faster my initial impression would blur.What's terrible is that the more blurred the impression and the duller the feeling, the more intense the hunger and thirst in my heart will be.The comfort and joy of flying through the clouds and fog that night was exhausted in the practice of the senses, and at the same time became more and more vivid in the cognition of the mind.This kind of conflict caused Hong Dashao to fall into the same vicious circle in the end no matter what method he used to vent his anger: the more he did, the more he couldn't be satisfied.

Hong Xinyao took a handful of cold water and splashed it on his face, it dripped all over his neck.It was late autumn, and a handful of cold water slipped down his neck, and he shivered suddenly, and the hotness in his heart subsided a lot.

Sure enough, fantasy is useless.It turns out that as long as you touch it for real, you can be as excited as if you were resurrected with full blood.The sensory memories that I thought I had lost suddenly recovered, as if I could touch them when I closed my eyes.Hong Xinyao thought about it cautiously and willfully, and almost couldn't get out of the toilet.

The reckless young man has long been familiar with the taste of desire, but the taste of love is still jerky, and the taste of love plus desire is an ecstasy that has never been experienced.In the public toilet of the library of Beijing Normal University, Young Master Hong beat a plane to the point of sorrow, singing and sighing three times, sometimes overflowing with passion, and sometimes full of resentment.

When he walked out with two legs empty, he turned a corner, and the large glass window shining brightly in front of him was actually the lobby of the main building of the library.The windows of the major borrowing rooms are bright and clean, and there are many bookshelves.The rows of monitors in the hall are lit with indicator lights, which are the terminals of the electronic reading system.

Walking out of the library door in a daze, looking back, there are two worlds inside and outside.And Fang Shudai is in another world inside.At this moment, Young Master Hong felt an unprecedented sense of inferiority and loneliness. After experiencing the most intimate contact, he tasted regret and hopelessness for the first time.

It wasn't until the phone rang that it pulled his soul back.It turned out that after Liang Ruogu finished the exhibition, the teacher announced free activities, but Hong Xinyao didn't come back, so he just called him.

At this moment, First Young Master Hong was unwilling to enter the gate of the library again, so he only said, "Come out, I'll treat you to dinner."

After a while, Liang Ruogu came out.Except for the break-up meal before school started, the two of them hadn't seen each other for several months.There were teachers and students from the Faculty of Humanities present, so it was inconvenient to talk.Liang Ruogu didn't understand what was wrong with Hong Xinyao, so he insisted on reading ink books and Chubo together, and only after he lost his nerve and chased Fang Shudai did he vaguely realize the clue.

Walking in front of First Young Master Hong, Liang Ruogu looked him up and down, grabbed his collar, and scolded with a smile: "Damn, white shirt! You deserve to wear a white shirt fucking! Jin Tu, you ignorant dude!" , Who are you pretending to be for!"

Hong Xinyao knocked off his hand: "Twenty-five pieces of marconi. If you are familiar with it, you will pay for it if it gets dirty." Pulling the skirt of his clothes, he said seriously, "Also, please call me by my name in public." After a series of arduous struggles, he finally got his father to agree to change his name. He rushed to complete various procedures before enrolling in the university, and formally notified a few cronies.

Liang Ruogu pointed at his white shirt and snorted: "One piece is ten and two hundred and five." Then he pointed to his face, "It's gold and jade, but it's rotten, and the words gold and soil are the most suitable for you." Young Master Hong He knew all the details about it. He had worked hard and tried his best to be admitted to the College of Humanities. The second-generation ancestor of the nouveau riche became a student of Jingshi University without any effort, pretending to be gentle like a dog.Although the friendship between wine and meat is deep, the resentment is hard to calm down, and I can't help but say a few mean words.

Hong Xinyao originally owed him a big favor, but now he asked him for something else, so he spat magnanimously and didn't care about it.

The two went to the parking lot to pick up the car first.Liang Ruogu said: "You can eat casually near your school. There is no class this afternoon. I made an agreement with my mother to go home early." Although he lives on campus, he goes home very often.

"It's a big deal, I'll send you off."

"Understood, don't make trouble for me." As he spoke, Liang Ruogu took out his mobile phone and called his mother, only saying that he had met an old classmate and would go back after dinner and chat.There were naughty instructions over there, but he patiently agreed to them one by one.

Hong Xinyao knew that he was afraid that his mother would find out some bad news, so he was always careful and never told his mother the truth.Regarding the specific situation of the Liang family, I have known each other for so long, I only know that the mother and son are living together, and I don't know anything about the rest.Squint to see Liang Ruogu performing 24 filial piety, watch and learn.

The car drove straight to the "Cuiwei Building", Liang Ruogu guessed in his heart that there was some serious conspiracy to discuss.After all, it is difficult to avoid eyes and ears near the school, and he happened to hear recently that "Cuiwei Building" is the base of Shanxi Merchants Association.Hong Yaoge, Hong Xinyao's father, served as the chairman for two consecutive terms, and he was his own person inside and outside the restaurant.Most of the Hong family's various entertainments in Beijing are arranged here.

On the eve of the college entrance examination in June, Hong Xinyao asked Liang Ruogu to invite Wang Wei to dinner. It was the first time Liang Ruogu entered the "Cuiwei Building".In the past, Prince Wang had rejected all kinds of invitations from Young Master Hong, but this time he made an exception and agreed. He thought that he, the messenger, had face.During the dinner, Wang Yi rarely mentioned some family matters, and heard Hong Jintu complaining about his father. Although they were all to the point, Liang Ruogu, as a bystander, was very keen to detect the sign of the transaction, and at the same time, he was quite keen. Frustrated, he recognized his position.

As expected afterwards, a sum of money was added to the account, but the amount was larger than expected.When he went to test it out, Wang Wei's place was watertight, but Hong Jintu was straightforward and frank: "His family has been in trouble recently, and he wants to borrow some emergency from my dad. My dad is very happy because of this, and he doesn't bother me anymore." .That's my thank you, you're welcome."

Not long after, Hong Yaoge secretly met with Liu Wanzhong, who was promoted to the director of the Cultural Affairs Bureau.Soon, the media reported that Jinzhou Jinyinhai Mining Group paid attention to national culture, supported the cause of Chinese studies, and donated money to the "Jiajin Bamboo and Silk Project".

It was neither a festival nor a holiday, the restaurant of Cuiwei Building was very deserted.The two sat down in the corner of the lobby, Liang Ruogu asked: "Jin Tu, did you just go after Fang's bookworm?"

"Why do you care about this?"

"If you care about your friends, just ask."

Hong Xinyao looked down at the menu, and said in a cold tone, "Have I ever cared about how many times you see Prince Wang in a month? You shouldn't worry about it, or don't blame my brother for not being loyal."

Liang Ruogu was taken aback, and immediately changed his face: "What do you mean?"

Hong Xinyao curled his lips: "Do you really think I'm blind? Young master, I don't have any knowledge at all, and I'm still an ass. Don't worry, I don't like meddling in other people's business."

Liang Ruogu was speechless.After a while, I really came to my senses, and I suddenly realized, with a bit of inexplicable anger in my tone: "Are you kidding! You want to mess around, and there are people to play with you. Why do you provoke a nerd like Fang Sishen? I think you are full. Bar!"

Hong Xinyao suddenly became angry: "I'm fucking full, can you take care of me?" After saying that, he turned his head and looked out the window silently.

Liang Ruogu stared at him, as if he realized that the other party was very different from before.The rough and impetuousness that could not be concealed in the past has long since disappeared, and the overall attire and facial expression make people see something called melancholy temperament.

Liang Caizi seemed to feel something, and there was a kind of sympathy in his heart, like a rabbit dying and a fox mourning.

"Come here specially, what are you going to say?"

Hong Xinyao remembered the business, took out a piece of paper from his pocket, and pushed it in front of Liang Ruogu: "Help me with some homework, a [-]-word essay, if you don't have time, you can find someone to do it. It doesn't have to be too good, just take a piece of paper." It’s about [-] or [-].” He took out another small digital memory stick, “here is the final review outline for all subjects, please help me find someone to come up with the answer, it’s better to be simple and easy to memorize. I want to get a high score, so you can find someone more reliable, or you can do it for me yourself..."

Seeing Liang Ruogu's dumbfounded look, he tapped the memory stick on the table: "Make an offer. Remember to find someone from your school, and keep it a secret—hey, don't pretend to be so pure that I don't understand , not for you, disgusting."

Liang Ruogu pointed at him: "You, you just said, the review outline for all subjects?! How did you get it?"

Hong Xinyao counted on his fingers: "The two teachers accepted my gift and agreed to associate with two female class representatives, found someone to beat up a class representative outside the school, invited the public class assistant to eat a few meals, and gave the Western language lecturer My girlfriend is wearing Marconi. There are two more courses, and the teacher explained the review outline."

Fang Sishen was among the teachers who said they had reviewed the syllabus.Phonological exegesis is a tool subject, also known as the science in the liberal arts.Teacher Fang talks about principles, but he doesn't intentionally make it difficult for students. He always has a clear scope and a prominent focus.

Even though they knew each other well, Liang Caizi was still taken aback by Young Master Hong's bold and unrestrained style, and praised: "Tsk tsk, Your Excellency is really a **** born scum." After rationalizing his thoughts, he said, "It's not enough to just review the syllabus, I have to know you What did the teacher talk about and what opinions did he hold. In the same class, different teachers have very different test methods..."

"I know. There are complete scans of notes for all subjects. There are no notes for phonology and exegesis, but," Hong Xinyao paused, "there are all lecture recordings."

Liang Ruogu became furious, and gritted his teeth: "Since this is the case, why do you want me?"

"Too many, I can't see it." First Young Master Hong scratched his head and said boldly, "Besides, I'm not sure where the answer is. My dad said that if I don't know how to mess around, it's better to pay someone who understands to do it. "

Liang Caizi was speechless.Picking up the small and exquisite memory stick, he smiled evilly: "Can I sell the things in here?"