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For Fang Duzhi's convenience, Fang Sishen was scheduled to be discharged from the hospital on Saturday afternoon.When I got home, the soup was simmering in the purple clay pot. The refreshing and tranquil taste was mixed with a faint scent of medicine. It is a typical Jiangnan style. Twelve points are ironed.

"Take a break first, and eat soon." Fang Duzhi put down his things and was about to enter the kitchen.

"Dad, you should take a rest first, it's still early."

Fang Duzhi looked at his watch, it was indeed early, so he helped his son clean up.The father and son talked while tidying up.

"How is the arrangement for this semester?"

"Freshman and sophomore classes will continue, eight hours a week, four and a half days. The topic has just started, but fortunately there is not much delay. If you catch up a bit, you should be able to go on as planned. The thesis defense is expected to be in five In June, the main part was finished last semester, and I will add some materials, and finally refine it again, I don’t think it will take too much time.” Fang Sishen frowned, “The most important thing is the topic. If the second fund can be approved more Some, the progress can be faster, it is too slow now."

Fang Duzhi said intentionally, "I'll make arrangements for you to come over in July?"

Sure enough, I was immediately opposed: "How is that possible? I'm afraid that [-]% of this topic will not be available in July, so we have to wait until the final stage..."

"You said it yourself, coming here after graduation, talking to dad doesn't count, right?" Dean Fang looked at his son sadly.

"Father, what I said is that after completing this project, I will apply for a postdoctoral research station in the School of Humanities. You clearly heard it, and you know that I can't give up halfway..." Fang Sishen turned his head and muttered in a low voice, feeling that such a father is very helpless , "It's really..."

Fang Duzhi's face was full of innocence: "Really? Then maybe Dad heard it wrong. Come over after finishing this project. I heard it right this time, right?"

"Well, I will tell the teacher in advance."

Fang Duzhi was happy, and pretended to complain: "Eight class hours a week, a national first-level subject, this workload is more than that of a serious professor, let alone you still have your own thesis to do. That bad old man Hua Dading, I’m really not afraid of exhausting my apprentice to death! You can take it easy for me, if you dare to get it and go to the hospital again, I will directly suspend your studies for you.”

Fang Sishen nodded obediently: "No." I don't know if it means that he won't be admitted to the hospital or that he won't suspend school.

After packing up his things, Fang Duzhi started cooking.Fang Sishen wanted to help, but was thrown out.

During the meal, he made an agreement with his father to stay on campus this semester and go home on weekends, and Fang Duzhi agreed.After all, running back and forth is time-consuming and hard work, so it's better to have a more stable life.After dinner, Fang Sishen took the initiative to wash the dishes, but was stopped again, so he had to go back to his room to do his own business.Just as he was engrossed, Fang Duzhi knocked on the door twice and came in with a dark soup in his hand.

"It's not hot anymore, drink it."

"Thank you dad."

"Drink it again at home tomorrow, take all the medicines with you when you go to school, and don't forget to take them on time."

"it is good."

After he finished drinking, Fang Duzhi took the empty bowl and did not leave: "Xiao Si, I remember you said that when you get home, you have something to tell your father—I remember correctly this time, right?"

Fang Sishen couldn't help laughing.Thinking of the topic that was about to be discussed, I couldn't laugh again.

"Father, I never told you why I went back to Mang Gandao. I, I..." When the matter came to an end, Fang Sishen realized that it was so difficult to say just one sentence.Suddenly he got up and went out, rummaging through the shelves in the living room to look for special antihypertensive drugs.

Seeing him like this, Fang Duzhi forced a smile and said, "Xiao Si, you didn't scare Dad enough? Are you planning to kill me?"

Fang Sishen turned to his father: "Dad, I'm sorry. The reason I went back to Manggan without telling you this time is because... because..."

Fang Duzhi continued softly, "Because you miss your mother, right?"

"Yes...not exactly...I...I..." Gritting my teeth, "I peeked at the letter in your cabinet."

Fang Duzhi didn't seem to understand: "You peeked at... what letter?"

"It's...the one you locked in the study cabinet, Father He...that letter that I asked me to deliver to you."

"Clang!" The medicine bowl in Fang Duzhi's hand fell to the ground, collided with the wooden floor, and split in two. The sound was crisp and pleasant.

"Father!" Fang Sishen hurried over to support him.

Fang Duzhi calmed down: "It's okay. Xiao Si, I'm fine."

Fang Sishen helped him to sit on the sofa, stared at it worriedly for a while, and after seeing that there was no problem, he went to clean up the debris on the floor.Clean it up carefully, wash your hands and sit down.

Fang Duzhi leaned on the sofa with his eyes closed, with a deep expression on his face.Fang Sishen was full of words and didn't know where to start.After a long silence, he asked, "Dad, are you really not dizzy? Is there any discomfort?"

"It's okay." Fang Duzhi opened his eyes, "Xiao Si, actually you don't need to peek. If you want to see it, just tell me and I will show it to you."

"I'm sorry, Dad."

"That day you went home to clean up the house, and you got sick the next day. Is it because of this?"

Fang Sishen opened his mouth: "I..."

Fang Duzhi didn't wait for him to finish, and said again: "In all these years, you have never been curious about the content of that letter, why did you suddenly want to find it?"

"I..." Infected by his father's calm demeanor, Fang Sishen was finally able to speak calmly, "I didn't think of it suddenly, it was because when Dad was in the hospital, I went to the hospital on the first day, and you were not feeling well in the middle of the night, so you said something... ..."

"So that's how it is." Fang Duzhi recalled the trance that night.He has always been calm and self-reliant, and in recent years, the city has become more and more serious. He occasionally loses his composure, and it is always in front of his son.I didn't expect that a high blood pressure would cause such confusion.

"You knew it back then, and you actually endured it until the Chinese New Year?" There was a hint of coldness in his tone.The tenderness and melancholy in this child's personality is like that woman, his mother.

"I... was so surprised. I always thought it was a dream, and I really thought it was a dream. I didn't notice the locked cabinet in the study until I went home to clean up that day, and suddenly I couldn't help it. I know it's very wrong, but I just can't help it..."

"You can actually ask me. If you ask, I'll tell you."

"I don't dare. I'm afraid you'll get angry and your body won't be able to take it anymore. I'm even more afraid..." Fang Sishen paused, "I'm even more afraid that once I ask, I will really...really...don't have a father..." The last part of the sentence , almost no sound can be heard, only the airflow gliding through the air.

Fang Duzhi recalled the details of getting along with his son in those days, and he didn't know how much suffering he endured silently, and his heart was full of pity.If he hadn't followed that person since he was a child, how could he develop such a gentle and kind character?

But there are some things that cannot be ignored.

"So you took advantage of me to go out and sneaked back to Manggan Road. If it wasn't for Lian Fuhai's accident, you would have gone back and forth every [-] kilometers without anyone noticing it, huh?"

"At that time, I thought, no matter what the result is, it's just a wish, and in the future... it will be the same as before."

Fang Duzhi felt more at ease, and his face was still serious: "Then what's the result of this trip?"

Fang Sishen shook his head slightly.

"No result? Then go?"

Fang Sishen continued to shake his head: "No. Even if I went, it was to see Uncle Lian and... Mom. As for other things... it doesn't make much sense."

Fang Duzhi felt more at ease.He spoke again, and said a few words slowly and clearly: "Xiao Si, listen carefully, it is reasonable for you to miss your mother. When the time is right in the future, you can go or move out. However, you recognize your ancestors and return to your family. Fang's household registration. Our father and son have lived together for so many years, and you have to be responsible for my father and me until the end of the day."

"I know..." Fang Sishen suppressed a choked sob, "Dad, don't say that, I feel bad, I..."

Fang Duzhi sighed: "Silly boy."

Fang Sishen looked at him: "Father, there is something. Although it is meaningless to say it now, I still want to tell you that... when Father He was dying, he did say that I... am not his child. I I always thought...you knew, so I never mentioned it."

Fang Duzhi said "Mmm", with a remote and desolate expression, as if he had expected it: "I didn't know at first, but later... I gradually found out."

A 15-year-old boy suddenly came to seek refuge alone. At first Fang Duzhi didn't adjust himself, so naturally he couldn't take care of his emotions.Later, I gradually felt that the other party's attitude changed from cold and hard to soft, and there was always a subtle sense of resentment.It wasn't until the year when he graduated from university that the incident happened, he rejected it so fiercely, and was even saddened to despair. As a father, he suddenly came to his senses, took out He Shensi's letter and reread it carefully, and he understood it all at once. to what I did wrong.

That child really took himself as his father.And the person who arranged all this has far-reaching meaning and good intentions.But because I am dull and shallow, I let down both the big and the small.

What should be faced, must be faced after all.Fang Duzhi seemed afraid to look directly into his son's eyes, turned his head, and his eyes fell on the flour fruit tree on the balcony.

"When I found out, Dad regretted it very much. Because... Dad once did something very stupid and broke your heart. Dad didn't know how happy you were when you got a doctorate and finally came home. I can't do it well. Xiaosi, you know everything now, you understand...then, can you...really forgive Dad? Can you...can you forgive me?"

Fang Sishen followed his father's gaze, and for a moment couldn't tell who he was addressing in the last repeated request from the bottom of his heart.

The endless pain filled the world in an instant, the past and the present, the yin and yang, and it makes people feel empathetic.

"Father, those... I have forgotten. Since we are a family, what to say to forgive... I think, Father He... must also hope... that we are all well..."

Fang Duzhi turned his gaze back, and the whole person became relaxed and cheerful: "A family, that's right, a family. You used to have his surname He, and you were his son He Shensi; now my surname is Fang, so naturally it's my Fang Duzhi's son The dead are gone, and the living are like this. We father and son live well, and don't worry about anything else."

Fang Sishen smiled with tears in her eyes and nodded: "Father, I understand."

On Sunday afternoon, Fang Duzhi drove his son to school.The car was parked next to the main building of the National Academy of Capital University, and Hong Xinyao had already been waiting there with two other boys from the research group.He called Fang Duzhi in advance with an excuse to ask about Zhenxintang.Then it was a matter of course and agreed to help Fang Sishen move things in the afternoon without leaving a trace.

The three older boys were the laborers, and it was done in one trip. Dean Fang didn't have to show up at all, and Teacher Xiao Fang didn't have to reach out at all.Fang Duzhi watched Young Master Hong and the two boys carrying their things and walking in with laughter. His son turned his head and smiled slightly, waved to him, and walked in, suddenly feeling very sad.

Father and son depend on each other for life, of course I have a son who will die in retirement, but what about after that?So simple and honest, quiet and introverted, standing alone in the world, how lonely.After a moment of silent sentimentality, he started the car and left, thinking about it again in an instant: Although this child is not sociable, anyone who really has the opportunity to have a deep friendship with him has a long relationship.The father of his own daughter may not want to, but he sincerely recognizes the extra brother who came out of thin air; Hua Dading, that old ghost, made it clear that he was accepted as a closed disciple to inherit the mantle; ;Even the young master of the Hong family looked at Mr. Fang who was unwilling to take advantage of it.

Perhaps, such a silly child has his own blessing, wisdom and kindness.

Back at school, Fang Sishen's life is back on track, even more busy than last semester.Delayed a week of class, need to catch up with the schedule.If the vacation plan is not done, I have to find a way to make it up.Another important thing is to prepare to see Hua Dingsong.The procedures for applying for additional project funding are extremely cumbersome. I downloaded countless forms from the school intranet and filled them out one by one. I had to take them to the nursing home for the teacher to sign.Many unclear projects need to ask about finances, and as usual, they are full of cold words and blank eyes.The current situation of the subject must be reported to the teacher, and some uncertainties must be made by the teacher.Hua Dingsong was old-sighted and not used to computer screens, so Fang Sishen had to enlarge the font of the content he wanted to review, and printed it out page by page for him to read.

It has been more than two weeks since he finished all these things, and it was the end of March in the 61st year of the Republic.

There was no class on Friday, so I went to work in Hua Dingsong's office early in the morning.His current habit is to come over early in the morning to work for a while, and then go to the cafeteria for breakfast.While I was busy, I suddenly smelled the aroma of food.Just as he was about to turn his head, a beautiful paper bag dangled in front of his eyes.Hong Xinyao giggled from behind and said, "Haven't you eaten yet? Let's eat together."

Move a few books away to make room, and take out the porridge and snacks in the bag.

"There's a new southern chef, I think you should like it better, try it."

Fang Sishen lowered his head to identify, peach kernel porridge, three dingbao, green beans and potherb mustard are all Jiangnan homely breakfasts that he has only heard of but never eaten, it is hard for him to know the names.Take a look, the appearance is exquisite, taste it, the taste is delicious.

After a few compliments, he said, "It must be troublesome to make these, right? It's not suitable for a hard-working cook early in the morning. It's good to eat in the cafeteria."

"It's all right, the chef is still in the probationary period. Mrs. Qiu said, it's not uncommon to cook the big dishes well, but it's the real skill to cook the daily side dishes well. We must create every opportunity to show others. She is trying to toss others in different ways every day. We all take two bites by the way."

Fang Sishen smiled and started eating seriously.

"Besides, it's been a long time since the two of us have eaten together. It's boring to eat the same thing all the time. There must be a little surprise, right?"

Since entering March, Young Master Hong has been busier day by day.Recently, apart from taking a face-to-face in class, there is almost no one in the rest of the time.During the state affairs meeting, Hong Yaoge went to Beijing to pay tribute as usual. The father and son had a lot of affairs and had numerous entertainments, and even had a rare quarrel during the period.

Quarreling is quite new to the Hong family and his son.In the past, Hong Xinyao was disciplined by his father when he was mischievous, and he never said anything.As for matters in the business field, the son is convinced by Lao Tzu from the bottom of his heart, he obeys most of his words, and can actively communicate with him when he has different opinions.What's more, unless the trouble got out of hand and beat him up, Hong Yaoge would treat his son as a free-range parent.In the past two years, it has been seen that he does things in a decent manner, and he is even more casual. He asks about it in general, and basically leaves it alone.

The reason for the quarrel was that Hong Xinyao reported to his father the gossip about Prince Wang's possible going abroad, but Hong Yaoge didn't really believe it.Hong Xinyao exhausted his words, and his father only said that even if it was true, it was still a trivial matter, and it didn't matter to the overall situation.The two couldn't help arguing, from how to handle one matter, to whether they should give large-scale financial support to the top, the position of the Hong family in the re-election, and even the future fate of the entire family.In the ramblings, they talked about more issues that had never been discussed seriously before, including the foresight of the Wujin industry's prospects, views on art investment, and understanding of domestic and foreign markets. The deeper they went, the greater the differences. In the end, The two sides fundamentally disagree with each other, and the talks directly collapsed.

In Hong Xinyao's view, his father's stubbornness was simply unreasonable conservatism and foolish loyalty.In Hong Yaoge's view, his son's thoughts are completely frivolous and arrogant.But this kind of quarrel is fundamentally different from the mess he made when he was a child. Hong wanted to get angry instead of pulling out his belt to beat someone up.

After Hong Xinyao quarreled with the old man, he didn't mention it anymore, and offered to donate another newly renovated courtyard house to his father for entertainment purposes, and the imperial chef also specially transferred it.Hong Yaoge felt that his son was really sensible now, so he calmed down and thought about what he said.When dealing with those from above, he secretly kept an extra heart.

Of course he didn't expect that his son's cooperation in this way really had other selfish motives, for fear that his father would commandeer the yard he cared about.She intentionally excused Rong Xin Xiaozhu's lack of grandeur, and built a palace-like courtyard for him.The new chef from Jiangnan, of course, was specially recruited for Rong Xin Xiaozhu

While eating, Hong Xinyao said to Fang Sishen: "I'm fine all day, let's go out for a stroll." The so-called stroll, in Young Master Hong's mind, is naturally equivalent to a date, but the person next to him didn't feel it.

Fang Sishen showed embarrassment: "However, I made an appointment to go to the teacher today. There are many forms that need to be signed by him, so I can't wait any longer."

"Then I'll go with you."

"This……"

Young Master Hong looked at him eagerly: "Can't you go?" Then he lowered his head and drew circles on the table, "I knew it, you think I'm shameless, don't you?"

Fang Sishen thought about it and said, "If you really want to go, then go."