Arty Records

Fang Sishen called to confirm that his father would be back for dinner, then went to the market to buy half a chicken, a head of cabbage, a packet of wide noodles, and some other ingredients.

Get home and get ready right away.Mushroom fungus wide noodles soaked in hot water, chopped chicken into pieces, added ginger slices, shallots and star anise and stir-fried until it was fragrant, added half a pot of water, threw mushrooms in, put enough seasoning, and covered Start to simmer.

Chicken stew with mushrooms.

No matter the aroma or taste of this Northeast famous dish, it has an extremely mellow and warm home atmosphere, conveying a strong sense of worldly happiness.Fang Sishen was busy in the kitchen with a smile on his face, listening to the sound of soup gurgling in the pot, and the smell of chicken and mushrooms in his breath, he was surprised to find that he clearly remembered every time he ate this dish when he was a child.

I can't remember the cause and effect, but only left a lively scene sitting around the table.Sometimes it's a family of three, sometimes it's a father and son, and sometimes it's a group of rough men in the logging team, holding an enamel basin bigger than their faces and pawing.

There are only a handful of times such grand teeth-beating ceremony, but every time is full of happiness.

Human memory is a very peculiar filter.There are too many unfortunate days, so it becomes ordinary and ordinary, and it is difficult to leave traces.There are too few happy days, so it is deepened and enlarged, so that it will be unforgettable.Looking back now, those pasts full of thorns and thorns seem to have only infinite beauty left.

For a while, it seemed that there was nothing worth worrying about.Even the origin of the trigger for this fond memory is no longer an unbearable obsession.

When the soup is almost collected, add the soaked wide noodles and cook for a while, sprinkle with minced garlic, pour some light soy sauce, and fill a large pot.Pick a piece of mushroom to taste, the smile on the lips deepens, and start to fry the fungus and cabbage.

Fang Duzhi was still in the corridor, and his heart itched from the scent.He opened the door and found that it was from his family, so he went straight into the kitchen: "Xiao Si, what delicious food?"

"It's delicious!" Fang Sishen smiled and took it out.

Fang Duzhi took the big basin from him, looked at it, smelled it, and said pleasantly, "Where did it come from? It's so authentic."

"Well, a student." Fang Sishen turned to serve the meal, already making up a lie in his mouth very smoothly, "My hometown is in Qingqiu Baishui, and I sent some."

Fang Duzhi was surprised.When will Fang Sishen become so familiar with the students?Immediately, I was about to ask the reason, but looking at my son's smiling face, I suddenly couldn't ask again.After thinking about it, is it not a good thing to be willing to accept gifts from students and to talk to students about the place where you grew up?He is still so young, the scars left over from the past should have gradually faded with the weather and erosion of time.

"This mushroom is really good, and the fungus is also good." Fang Duzhi's mood was agitated, but he pretended to be downplaying and commented on the matter.He wanted to use this as an excuse to induce his son to say something, but he was afraid that his son would use this as an excuse to say something. He swallowed the meal one bite at a time, and swallowed countless thoughts related to memories.

"It's a pity that the chicken is so-so." Fang Sishen ate happily. "It would be great if I had my own chicken. We used to use our own chicken stewed with mushrooms. The stewed meat is red and very fragrant."

Fang Duzhi was startled when he heard it.

Because he suddenly let go of many burdens, he naturally had the desire to confide in him. Fang Sishen told his father about the happy things he remembered.

"I raise the chickens. I drive them out in the morning and come back at night, and I have to watch them during the day. Wild animals seldom steal them, but they are mainly afraid of people stealing them. When it's cold, they can only be kept in the house. They are full of smells. Take them every day Sweeping with firewood ash didn't work either. Later, they simply killed the chickens when it snowed, but they didn't have long legs, they were not big, and the meat was tender..."

The Manggan Road was completely thawed in May, and it started to snow again in September, so what to plant can last a season at most.

Fang Sishen saw that his son said without any grievances, suddenly calmed down, and asked: "Why does your father know how to kill chickens?"

"How could he, he couldn't even catch it."

"Could it be that you killed it?"

"No, mother kills."

When Jiang Xiaolan was sober occasionally, she would bite her lip and do housework desperately without saying a word.She kills the chickens neatly, kills them all at once, plucks the chickens, cuts them open and washes them, and then hangs them in the barn to freeze.

Fang Duzhi was a little surprised and didn't say anything.Fang Sishen thought: Actually, my mother should love me.

"Later... Mom was gone, so I asked Uncle Lian to help kill the chicken. After Uncle Lian killed the chicken, he would eat at least one and take one away. I remember feeling so distressed that I wanted to cry every time."

Fang Duzhi was overjoyed, and after a while, he pretended to be relaxed and said, "Your father He is a generous person, why are you so stingy?"

Fang Sishen ignored him and asked instead, "Dad, did you raise chickens at that time?"

Fang Duzhi knew when "your time" refers to.Shaking his head: "At that time, we cut wood in winter and planted potatoes in summer, but never raised chickens. If we have the time, why not just go to the woods to hunt game."

Fang Sishen opened his eyes wide: "Really? I was not allowed to shoot when I was a child. Except for the Mohe hunters, all the shotguns were confiscated and returned to the public."

Fang Duzhi nodded: "Well, the mountains are closed and hunting is prohibited. Isn't logging even strictly controlled now? The mountains should be closed to cultivate forests."

It was the first time that the father and son talked about these topics calmly, warmly and plainly, as if they were commonplace.Fang Duzhi looked at the slight smile on Fang Sishen's face, with a little longing and a little melancholy, no different from any young man who recalled a good childhood, and strong love and pity poured out of his heart.

That stupid, how could he raise this child like this, and then...send it to me.

"Xiaosi..."

"Ok?"

How many words I want to ask, but I still can't ask.What's more, if you ask them one by one, so what?

The dead are like this, and I will never lose my love.

Secretly made up his mind, no matter what, he must get the child under his nose and watch carefully.

"Xiaosi, have you finished writing the paper you talked about during the winter vacation? Where are you going to post it?"

"I have already sent it to the teacher. The teacher said to publish "National Quintessence Spring and Autumn"."

Basically, there are only a few first-level professional core journals, and several universities and central-level research institutions are equally divided, each occupying a piece. "National Quintessence Spring and Autumn" is a publication controlled by a bunch of old guys, who pretend to be high-minded, old-fashioned and serious.Because it doesn’t advertise and doesn’t accept biased sponsorship, it’s not enough to rely on funding from above alone, and the editorial board has to pay for maintenance. I don’t know when it will close down.But the level is not low, as long as the manuscript passes the review, there is no additional page fee.

Fang Duzhi only knew that his son was writing a dissertation, but he didn't know and didn't care what kind of dissertation it was, so he said, "It's fine. There may be fewer people watching, but the weight is enough. Then have you finished your graduation defense? Will there be time?"

Fang Sishen frowned lightly: "The teacher has been in poor health, I don't want to rush him. Besides, it's fine now." Smiling, he relieved his father, "I promised my brother that I will try to break his Ph.D. five record! "

Fang Duzhi said what if Hua Dading died?Wouldn't it be more troublesome.Of course, he would never say this to his son.He laughed with him and said, "Breaking the fifth record in Ph.D.? Is this something to be proud of?" While thinking, it's time to plan for his son's graduation.

Soon, Fang Sishen's article "Warring States Characters Structure Changes Abnormal Forms and Variations and Explanations" was published in "National Cuisine Spring and Autumn".Even if someone plotted against him, he couldn't make a deliberate slap in the face.The article is solid and thorough, but it doesn't add a dash after the title like others do, saying "discuss with professor XX".

But of course it is impossible for Professor So-and-so to fail to see it.The problem is that a certain professor actually posted an ambiguous and ambiguous echoing article very quickly. He was inspired by Dr. Fang's masterpiece, so he specially revised the original point of view, etc., and then extended it on the basis of Fang Sishen's example. Duodui, it is tantamount to re-arguing Dr. Fang's point of view with his own materials, eloquent and magnificent, Fang Sishen was dumbfounded.

Originally, I expected the other party to put forward a strong refutation point to lead the topic to a deeper level, but in this way, I lost interest.At present, everything that needs to be said has been explained thoroughly, and Fang Sishen feels that this question can be put aside for the time being.He doesn't even want to repeat himself, and can't understand why some people would rather repeat others.However, what he didn't expect was that someone else joined in spontaneously and started a pen battle with the professor from the Institute of Ancient Xia Languages ​​of the School of Humanities. In the May issue, a special topic "Variation of Warring States Character Configuration" was published.

Fang Sishen read all the articles from various sources and felt very frustrated.It seems to be like this every time, a good question, at the beginning there are some arguments and refutations, and later it becomes a pure quarrel, secretly changing concepts, pointing fingers, cursing, and insinuating.Letting go of the truth, but accusing the other party of being ugly, disheveled, vulgar in speech, indecent in manner, despicable in origin, and debauched...

Sighing, he returned the journal to the shelf.

Hong Xinyao who was sitting across from him also stood up and returned the comic magazine in his hand to the shelf.Because the categories are too far apart, the locations are also very far apart, one east and one west.He saw Fang Sishen leave the reading room, hurried up and down, followed all the way to the cafeteria, lined up at the same window, and sat next to him logically.

In the past two months, Fang Sishen basically followed this procedure when he was in school.In the beginning, Fang Sishen would deliberately look for a single seat, but later on he didn't bother to compete, and he ate whatever he liked, and sat wherever he liked.Fortunately, Hong Xinyao never came up to chat in public places, and there were only two days in a week, even bumping into acquaintances was purely accidental, and no one noticed the weirdness.

While eating, the phone rang.It was a short message: "Liang Zi said he wanted to treat you to dinner." The person who sent the message was sitting next to him.

Fang Sishen glanced sideways. Young Master Hong had earplugs in his ears, and he was fiddling with his phone while eating, without squinting.

I had no choice but to reply: "No need."

Before, he received a new email from Liang Ruogu, explaining in a roundabout way, and invited Teacher Fang for an interview, but Fang Sishen had already rejected it.

Hong Xinyao snapped one finger quickly: "He said he wanted to ask about professional matters, and he made it clear when we met. He came to our school, and it's only your time."

Hong Xinyao knew that Liang Ruogu had been in touch with Fang Sishen, so it was a little strange to hear him say that he wanted to pass on the message himself.He has too many thoughts, at one moment he thought that Liang Ruogu created the opportunity to sell his favor; at the other moment he was guilty, fearing that he would use the final exam as a excuse; .

Fang Sishen still said the same thing: "No, I don't have time. What he wants to ask has already been mentioned in the email."

The meal was finished slowly, and things gradually figured out.If you don't have a positive response from yourself, it's nothing more than letting someone take advantage of you.With my own positive response, I was taken advantage of for the second time. It seemed like you were going to fight with each other, but in fact, everyone was happy, and everyone got what they wanted.If you take a closer look, you won't be at a disadvantage.If we figured it out a bit more, co-produced it a little bit more, and when the tide rises, all boats rise and sail against the wind, this scene can be even more lively.

In any case, did what should be done, and did not do what should not be done.After taking the last bite, he just felt that he shouldn't have started to complain and add to the trouble.Originally, he planned to ask Hong Xinyao if he gave Liang Ruogu the class notes, but he didn't bother to ask at this time.

After getting up to deliver the plate, he walked to the door of the cafeteria, and the curtain opened automatically.It turned out that Hong Xinyao walked ahead at some point. He was tall, and he was holding the door frame very smoothly.A group of girls in the back sat and enjoyed their success with a smile: "Handsome guy, thank you!" Young Master Hong bowed very gracefully, causing several girls in the group to look back.

One boldly came up to ask for a phone number, but the one next to him recognized Hong Xinyao, and said with a curled lip, "Don't worry, that kid is only a freshman, and he is already a famous playboy in the National Academy, so I'm afraid he can change his girlfriend quickly." It’s more frequent than changing underwear, so go if you’re not afraid of death.”

Another gossiper answered: "Really? He is Hong Xinyao? I heard that his family is rich and generous. As long as he has been with a girl for a few days, he can sell famous brand goods. But I heard that he only follows The relationship between the seniors in the foreign department is all at the flower level, if you want to hit him, you have to go back and look in the mirror first."

The girls chatter away.Hong Xinyao followed Fang Sishen every few steps. According to the usual practice, he followed around the doctor's building and went back to his dormitory.For some reason, I always feel that the nerd seems to be in a particularly low mood today.After thinking about it, the listless appearance when he came out of the library should have nothing to do with him.

Fang Sishen is not a person who will hide himself, but because he doesn't have strong emotions often, and he is polite and restrained when interacting with others, which often gives people a cold impression.As long as you pay attention to observe, his emotions are actually clear at a glance.

Hong Xinyao wanted to ask him why he was unhappy, but felt that it was useless to ask.One is that most nerds can’t speak, and the other is that I’m afraid they won’t understand it.Looking at that quiet back, Young Master Hong felt that there was no need to find out why he was unhappy, knowing that he was unhappy, and trying to make him happy was the real thing.

It was originally a cloudy day, but suddenly the wind and clouds picked up, which meant it was going to rain.

Hong Xinyao sent a message to the person in front: "It's going to rain, come in quickly."

After a while, the reply came: "You too."

The etiquette of reciprocity is engraved in the behavior habits, and Fang Sishen didn't realize that this kind of information exchange is more private and ambiguous than talking.

Young Master Hong watched him enter the building with a smile on his face. He didn't stride forward until a few raindrops hit his body.

The rain came quickly, and the windows were opened, and the road was full of students running wildly, and it was impossible to tell who was who.Fang Sishen closed the window, found a spare umbrella, and sat down to continue preparing for the afternoon class.

Time passed unknowingly, look out the window, the rain is still falling.Just as I was about to pack up and go downstairs, my phone rang again, and it was still a short message.

"The spring rain is continuous today, and my young master is very popular with poetry. Please enjoy this poem: Spring rain is as expensive as oil, and it flows all over the ground. When it flows into the gutter, it is not gutter oil. The spring grass is as green as leeks, and you go up .It grows to one foot eight, are there any eggs?"

"Pfft! Haha..." Fang Sishen choked on laughter, searching for water all over the room.For some reason, the more I looked at it, the more amusing I found it, and I burst into tears, so I had to sit down again, and I simply laughed enough, ran to the water room to wash my face, and then suppressed the smile, and went to class with a correct expression.