Arty Records

In a blink of an eye, the end of the term is approaching, and more students are taking fish in elective courses.Many people do two things at once, taking notes on one side and doing a side job on the other.Even Hong Xinyao took a history book and pretended to read it.

He pretended to be relaxed on the surface, but in his heart he was as anxious as pancakes on a hot stove, and black smoke was rising.Before school started, the old man personally sent his son to study in Beijing. He once sternly told him to work hard, otherwise he would go back to his family during the winter vacation to take care of him.

Don't look at Young Master Hong as a dandy, in front of his father, he is like a mouse seeing a cat, respecting and aweing, obedient and obedient.Hong Xinyao's grandfather, Hong Guanglai, participated in the War of Restoration and Unification, fought against Western devils and Eastern devils, except for the reactionary and local warlords who rebelled against the party. He had a very high prestige in the local area during his lifetime.Hong Xinyao's father, Hong Yaoge, joined the army in the 19th year of the Republic of China. During the Great Patriotic War, he went to the front line and fought against Goguryeo for two years.The Hong family has a military tradition, and the juniors, especially their sons, are disciplined by military orders.

The three elder sisters above Hong Xinyao were born just as the crisis subsided, and the Central Party Committee decided to carry out further reforms. Industries such as grain, oil, salt, and iron, which had been firmly controlled by the government, began to be state-owned and privately owned.Hong Yaoge contracted the largest black gold mine in Hejin, and since then his wealth has prospered, and the wealthy family has high hopes for the youngest son in his family.Hong Xinyao grew up in the period when the Hong family's strength was the most powerful. He was doted on by loving mothers and sisters, and he was surrounded by countless dogs who flattered and flattered him. Cheng Hejin is the most dominant, known as "Hong Si Shao".

Hong Yaoge is busy with business, so the discipline of his son is "on a whim".When I have time, I think about asking about it, as if interrogating to extract a confession, and if I don't like it, I will be beaten violently.Hong Xinyao was able to be honest for a few days after being beaten, but he reverted to his old ways after a while.The degree of mischief increased in direct proportion to the intensity of the beating, and after several years of repetition, the father and son fell into a vicious cycle.During the winter vacation of the first year of high school, the third sister, who was studying abroad in Citigroup, went home for the New Year. She didn’t know what she said to her parents, which directly caused Hong Yaoge to make up her mind and try her best to send her son to the best middle school in Beijing: Guoyi High.

Hong Xinyao's academic background is not good, and the courses of schools in Beijing are generally more difficult than those in Jinzhou. Only single digits in two subjects.Hong Yaoge thought carefully, rented an apartment in the name of Hejin Guild Hall in Beijing, and sent someone to take care of his son.He also hired a retired teacher at a high price as a guardian to accompany the prince to study full-time.However, it seems that the results are limited, but the results are limited.

Hong Xinyao absent-mindedly carried Tang Taizong and Song Taizu behind his back, and occasionally glanced at Shi Tong who was hurriedly sorting out the report beside him.The evaluation method of the first semester is that each group submits a special report of collective cooperation, and the usual attendance and class speeches account for another 20%.

There was a sudden commotion in the classroom, Hong Xinyao poked Shi Tong: "Hey, what did Fang Shudai just say?"

"Teacher Fang said that those who participate in the winter vacation cultural collection will wait to get the registration form, and the last class will be handed in next Saturday."

"What is this show, do you have to participate?"

"Participate voluntarily. Because I have to go for a week and come back to celebrate the Chinese New Year, some people don't want to go. Besides, there is a lot of money to pay. If the family refuses to pay, then they can't go."

"Oh! That's great, I'm going!" Hong Xinyao felt that this was really the best excuse to evade the family law in a high-sounding manner. He lied about the date for a few days, and if the old man started working and went back after the year, he would most likely be able to escape the disaster.When he was overjoyed, he slapped the table vigorously, causing everyone in the classroom to look sideways.

"Student Hong Xinyao." Fang Sishen had just finished calling his name, and the get out of class bell rang.

"Teacher Fang, get out of class is over. Does this count as disturbing the classroom discipline?" Young Master Hong ran forward with a grin, took a registration form, filled in his personal information like a ghost, and threw it back on the podium.

Fang Sishen was about to say something, but he waved to Liang Ruogu behind him and shouted, "Liangzi, are you going? Huh? You want to go home and discuss with your mother? You haven't been weaned yet? What a bore!" Walking over while shouting, the two People stepped out of the classroom.

Fang Sishen looked at the title of the form: "Chinese Culture Elective Course Winter Vacation Cultural Collection Activities - Taishi Gong's Hometown Tour".Because on the issue of Taishi Gong's native place, the old teachers of the Chinese language group supported Hejin theory, and Hancheng and Hejin are only separated by the Yellow River, so it was decided to go to Hejin first for cultural collection, and then to Hancheng.I wanted to ask Hong Xinyao about the customs, but judging from his appearance just now, he probably didn't pay attention to where he was going.A child is just a child, if he hears that he is happy to go out to play, and when he finds out, he will go to his door, what expression will he have?Can't help but a little funny.

Hong Xinyao and Liang Ruogu invited Zhou Xincheng and the others to eat at the fast food restaurant in front of the school. As usual, Young Master Hong treated them.

That day, Zhou Xincheng and his thugs blocked him in a dead end. Fang Sishen happened to pass by to make a rescue. On the way back in the afternoon, Young Master Hong went to the import counter on the seventh floor of "Dingxing" and picked out an original handheld game console that was released last month. , the new year's money in the bank card dropped by one 〇.Don't feel bad at this time, the old man said: Sheep are fed with grass, and wolves are fed with meat.

The next day, Hong Xinyao quietly stuffed the unremarkable game console into Zhou Yanei's desk, observed secretly, and saw that he had played it for several days with peace of mind, and couldn't put it down, so he asked Liang Ruogu to talk to him.In less than three months, Young Master Hong quickly integrated into the new group and had a heated fight with Zhou Yanei and others.

After dinner, the group discussed where to go for fun.Liang Ruogu shook his head: "I want to go back and review early." He has a sharp mind and a good study, he is the military advisor of this group of people.Turning to Hong Xinyao, he said, "Jintu, you should go back earlier, so that I won't have to find a museum for you."

Those few all laughed.

The first time Hong Xinyao went back late on a Saturday afternoon, the guardian interrogated him and said that he went to the Archives Museum to visit the ancient book exhibition with his elective teacher.Later, I became acquainted with Zhou Xincheng and others, and I often wandered outside on Saturday afternoons, and went to the museum on the way home.Every time Liang Ruogu was asked to make up a speech in advance, so that he could get away with it.Thanks to Liang Cai, a native of the capital, who is well-read and well-informed, Young Master Hong has a strong ability to memorize by rote.

Zhou Xincheng said: "Don't rush away, lend me your Western notes to copy."

At first Hong Xinyao was very surprised.He thought Zhou Xincheng, an overlord who couldn't afford to offend, was in the same category as himself, the overlord of Hejin, but later found out that he not only had decent grades, but was also a cadre of the Student Union, and performed well in public.After several months of observation and study, he finally concluded that the biggest difference between the capital city and local areas is that the overlord here is not a simple overlord, but a knowledgeable overlord; the hooligans here are not ordinary hooligans, but educated hooligans .In the words of Liang Caizi: Inner temperament is more important.

At present, the first priority is to cultivate the inner temperament.

So he bit the bullet and said, "Well, let me copy it too."

Liang Ruogu squinted at him: "You? A waste of time. You have the time, why don't you memorize a few more pages of history."

Hong Xinyao knew that what he said was right. Western language was like a holy book to him. If he could memorize history by heart, he might be able to pass it by luck. "Then, borrow me to copy the history notes?"

"Go back to school, it's too noisy here."

Several people walked to the school.Hong Xinyao thought which classroom to go to, but found it was wrong while walking, Zhou Xincheng led the way, and went around to the laboratory building behind the library.

"Where are we going?"

"A good place. It's quiet and no one will disturb you." While speaking, he came to the top floor of the laboratory building.This floor is actually an attic, just a big room, with a plaque on the door: "School History Exhibition Room".

Zhou Xincheng took out the key to open the door. The room was fully equipped with tables and chairs, one wall was covered with photo pennants, and the other three square glass showcases were filled with large and small trophies and certificates.

Hong Xinyao exclaimed, knowing that this is the secret activity base of Zhou Yanei's group in the school. After such a long test, he was finally accepted as a member of the organization.He also understands that most people still look down on him, just because of money.

Young Master Hong thought: What is money?Lao Tzu is an upstart, and Lao Tzu's Lao Tzu has plenty of money.

"The Federation of Students will send someone to clean it regularly, so there is a key. No one comes to this place, which is just convenient for us." Zhou Xincheng said, sitting in the middle, but not busy copying notes, first from the side of the schoolbag He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and distributed one to each of them.

It's not that he hasn't smoked secretly outside the school, but sitting on campus like this, sitting in the school history showroom, how refreshing, cool, and handsome... Hong Xinyao suppressed the excitement in his heart, pretending to spit out proficiently A puff of white smoke.

It was the first time he entered here, and he couldn't help getting up to look at the exhibits around him.

"Great Summer ×× Cup ×× Competition First Prize", "International ×××× Competition Gold Medal", "Global Youth Leaders Summit Best Delegation"... Hong Xinyao has grown up so much, this is the first time that he has had such close contact Such a high-level thing.Subconsciously, he wanted to snuff out the cigarette in his hand, and couldn't help admiring.Turning around, I saw a few companions taking notes over there very calmly.Take a deep drag on the cigarette: I almost show my timidity again.

Looking at the past all the way, when I walked to those old photos, it turned out that they were all group photos of previous graduates.There are some black-and-white photos with strange clothes and paradoxical expressions. Hong Xinyao laughed when he saw them: "This is your senior and alumni!"

Those people heard the sound and came over: "Don't forget, this is also your senior alumni. Ha, I really didn't notice it before, why is it so ugly?"

"Look, look at this watermelon head! And these two tiles! Haha!"

The photos in recent years are very comprehensive, neatly arranged by year.When Hong Xinyao saw the photo ten years ago, it was already a fashionable western-style school uniform, and curled his lips: "It's really corrupt." Thinking back to his hometown, he only saw foreign children wearing this on TV back then.

Liang Ruogu said casually, "Don't say grapes are sour."

"Hey, look!" Hong Xinyao suddenly said in surprise.

"Look at what?"

"Here, the one standing on the far side of the third row, look, doesn't it look like...Fang Shudai?"

"It's quite similar." Liang Ruogu moved closer.Both of them have seen Fang Sishen without glasses. The 16-year-old boy's appearance has basically been fixed, not much different from now.

"There should be a list on the back, turn it over and have a look." Liang Ruogu said, and went to get a chair.

Zhou Xincheng and others heard that they found an acquaintance, so they also came to identify other photos, and found many teachers they knew, and they all set up chairs on the spur of the moment, wanting to take a closer look at what XX looked like back then.

Liang Ruogu took down the "Graduation Photo of the 50 Years High School Liberal Arts Class of the Republic of China" and turned it to the back. The three vertical characters on the far left in the third row from bottom to top were indeed "Fang Sishen".

Hong Xinyao laughed: "Know how I found out? Girls are squatting in the first row, teachers are sitting in the second row, and girls are standing in the third row. Girls either have braids or younger sister hair, only him Shave it. I still think about it, there were girls who were so avant-garde back then, haha..."

He took out his mobile phone and said, "Let me take a picture. Next time Fang's bookworm dares to criticize me in class, I will use it as Shang Fang's sword." Inspired by him, everyone rushed to use their mobile phones to take pictures of people they were interested in.

Hong Xinyao rolled his eyes: "Liang Zi, quickly see which teacher in their class you recognize, let's go and find out about Fang Shudai's embarrassing things in school, and use it as a bargaining chip in the exam."

Liang Ruogu said disdainfully: "Only you, who are ignorant and incompetent, do this kind of dirty trick, and I don't need it." As he said this, his fingers crossed from the second row, "This is the class of Wen 2 class. Director, these two have met before, but they are not familiar with each other. They don’t know anything else.”

Zhou Xincheng came over and said, "Digging a grave? Take me one. Hey, isn't this 'Master Beng', our math teacher!"

A few people chattered and laughed for most of the afternoon, and then discussed some business that they had just started——Zhou Ya Nei matched the bridge, Liang Caizi planned behind the scenes, Young Master Hong funded errands, and partnered to resell "Randy" parallel imports—then they opened the windows to ventilate. Dispel the smell of smoke in the room, hang the photos back as they were, lock the door and leave.

Hong Xinyao took a look at the photo with his mobile phone, took a look and laughed for a while: "Look at this stupid! Hey, so stupid! So old-fashioned! So stupid!"

Liang Ruogu frowned at the side: "It's unexpected that Fang Shudai also graduated from the National High School."

"What happened to Guoyi High?"

"It's nothing wrong with Guo Yi Gao. However, he doesn't have the slightest aura of Guo Yi Gao in his whole body?"

Hearing the inexplicable sense of superiority in his words, Hong Xinyao felt very awkward, but he didn't know how to refute.After being bored for a while, he suddenly laughed: "Maybe he is like me, a country bumpkin who transferred from another school!"

Hearing this, Liang Ruogu glanced at him: "Do you still remember this thing? Now you stand with him and see who you two are?" He said thoughtfully, "You can't keep pace with the times. , is the real soil."

"Sure enough, you are worthy of Liang Liang, I love to hear that!"

On Monday, Hong Xinyao urged several other people to dig the grave with him, to find out Fang Sishen's background in Guoyi High School.Liang Ruogu and Zhou Xincheng also found this interesting, and took the trouble to ask one by one.Both of them were familiar faces in front of the teachers, and they thought it would be easy, but unexpectedly, after asking several old people, they didn't even have the slightest impression of the name "Fang Sishen".I showed the photos to others and couldn't recall any specific details.But how could there be no trace of what happened seven years ago?Some powerful teachers can even recall the students from 30 or [-] years ago. Could it be that Fang Shudai's presence is so weak that it is unbearable?

Inquire about the tutor of the liberal arts class of the 50th senior high school, and it turns out that he retired the year before last.

"Let me tell you, you two won't chase after someone who is a retired teacher's house, right?" Zhou Xincheng looked at the two maddened opposites, "The final exam is coming soon, and I don't have time to accompany these two lunatics to dig graves. goodbye!"

Liang Ruogu looked at Hong Xinyao's eagerness to try, and said, "Let's talk about it next semester, I'm going to review too."

"Alas..." Hong Xinyao took out the photos on the phone and shook them, "Are you not curious at all?"

Liang Ruogu struggled obviously: "Actually... there is another way we haven't tried, and that is to search online."

"Fang Shudai is not a famous person, what can he search for? Maybe they are all people with the same name and surname."

"Isn't online alumni records popular now? The teacher doesn't remember, and there are classmates. Don't say he is a Ph.D. from the National Academy of Capital University? Let's pretend to be a college student and go to the Chinese Academy forum to try it out. Maybe there are some acquaintances of him..."

Hong Xinyao looked at him with admiration: "Liang Zi, you are so talented!"

At noon, the two touched the Internet cafe near the school.

Enter the three words "Fang Sishen" into the search bar and press the Enter key.The two, who hadn't expected any significant results, were taken aback by the names highlighted in red and bold all over the screen.

"Liang Zi..." Hong Xinyao swallowed, "We really... have found Shang Fang's sword."