Arty Records

The day before the 61st National Day of the Republic of China, Fang Sishen had no class and was busy with the subject all day, until he was so hungry that he came out.At dusk, there was no one in the corridor of the office building, and the light was dim, but a large piece of paper with black letters on a white background stuck on the bulletin board was particularly conspicuous. The word "obituary" is dripping with ink, and at first glance, it looks like a crying grimace.

Because he was concerned about Hua Dingsong's illness, Fang Sishen's heart skipped a beat when he first saw this.Slow down and go over, and recite silently: "Comrade Ye Suining, a retired professor of classical literature in our hospital, died on October 78 at the age of [-] due to illness and medical treatment. Please contact the hospital office as soon as possible. The contact person..."

It's not that Fang Sishen has never seen Venerable De Longwang's obituary. In comparison, this white paper with only a few lines is extremely shabby.Looking at the deserted corridor, tomorrow is a holiday, how many people can see it when it is posted at this time?He didn't recognize this Professor Ye. If he didn't continue to be active in the academic circle after retirement, it would be normal for him not to be known by young people.He died at the age of 78, the same year as Hua Dingsong, which made Fang Sishen feel even more desolate.

As I walked, I couldn't help thinking about it, and I thought that the teacher must know this professor. I don't know how it is related, so should I say it or not?Suddenly he paused, and he remembered that the word Ye Suining was not completely unfamiliar, and had appeared in his ears in some gossip and secrets.

He is none other than the Yaksha King who pointed to the sky in the woods next to the playground of Beijing Normal University, and he is famous.

Such a person is actually dead.No wonder I went for a run not long ago, and it was so quiet that I was not used to it.Fang Sishen thought about it and decided not to report the news to the teacher.I went to the cafeteria and asked for some food, sat down and chewed absently.My thoughts are chaotic, and I inadvertently think that in this world where material changes are rapid and thorough, when a generation passes away, that era will really pass away with it. vertex.

Such a negative thought might destroy all motivation, so he stopped thinking about it.This year's national birthday and the autumn vacation, a total of ten days, Hong Xinyao must have gone home, I don't know what's going on with his family.Rise and fall are countless in history books, but they can be seen everywhere in reality.As for money and power, Fang Sishen has always been indifferent, so he feels in his heart that as long as people are still there, they are nothing.After meeting Hong Xinyao, he guessed that his father would spend more money, and he would be able to get someone to replace him in the end, so he was not in a hurry.Think about it at this time, pure miss.

The next day, I went to the nursing home to see Hua Dingsong. I happened to meet the doctor in charge in the corridor and was stopped on the spot.

"Xiao Fang, be prepared, you won't be able to delay this winter."

Fang Sishen nodded.After standing for a while, the sad emotions quickly subsided.Reason clearly told him that there were many preparations to be made, but his mind went blank, and he didn't know what to do specifically.I have seen off my loved ones twice, but now I remember only some chaotic pictures and sounds, and I can’t remember the procedural content at all.What's more, at that time, with the support of Uncle Lian, he almost arranged all the practical affairs.Right now, the only person beside the teacher who can be in charge is himself. When that moment really comes, what should we do?

Hua Dingsong has already been moved to the nursing ward.Fang Sishen waited for a long time before the teacher woke up.He knew that this was a sign of the old man's physical failure.The old man recognized him, blinked, patted one side of the pillow, and moved his head a little further.Fang Sishen stretched out his hand to explore lightly, and there was a thin file bag under the pillow.Pull it out and open it to see that it is a notarized will.The content is extremely concise: the student Fang Sishen is responsible for all funeral affairs, and all personal property belongs to the student Fang Sishen.

From the moment Hua Dingsong followed Hua Dingsong to the bank to open the safe, all this has been decided.Fang Sishen read the will, eyes red, and silently put the documents in his schoolbag.

The old man laughed, bared his teeth and pointed to his nose, meaning that I was not dead yet, then took out the hearing aid and put it on: "Someone came from the National Academy on Mid-Autumn Festival to see if I am still alive, and asked about the things in Xiaobailou. Remind me, before I'm confused, let me explain. Hmph, these bastards, I think of 'visiting the old professor' at this time, oh shit!"

After all, he is weak, and speaks arrogantly, but his momentum is not as good as before.

After a few words, he became proud again: "Let me tell you, no one knows what is there. The things confiscated at the beginning were returned secretly. The person who handled them was much shorter than my old man. He may die for more than ten years. Who asked you Don’t bother, just move back the ones you like first. If Hao Yi comes back, tell him to pick a few from the rest.” Hua Dingsong’s temper was worse in his early years, and all graduate students lost contact. In the past ten years, Just one Hao Yi and one Fang Sishen.

"There are too many books and you have no place to store them. You can also consider selling them and storing them in the library..."

The same goes for grandparents and grandchildren.Fang Sishen just nodded, and after listening, he thoughtfully served the teacher with something to eat and drink.

From then on, the subject was left alone, except for class every day, and occasionally went home to accompany his father, and stayed by Hua Dingsong's side.After Fang Duzhi's national birthday passed, he left the hospital in good spirits and returned to work with honor.

Two weeks after the end of the autumn vacation, Fang Sishen came out of the cafeteria one day, and Fang Sishen suddenly realized that he had never "met" anyone on campus, and Hong Xinyao didn't seem to have come back at all.

Once I realized this, I couldn't bear it anymore, and hurried back to the dormitory to search for news on the Internet.

"Jinzhou Investigates and Deals with 7.23 Hejin Major Mining Disaster"

"July 7.23 Hejin major mine accident suspect has been arrested and will be tried soon"

"Black Tears - The Beginning of the 7.23 Hejin Mine Disaster"

"Governor of Jinju Instructs the Family of the Victims to Be Properly Settled, Full and Reasonable Compensation"

"Jinyinhai Mining Group Suspected of Covering up and Concealing Accidents and Obstructing Investigation"

"Chairman of Jinyinhai Mining Group Self-identifies that it has nothing to do with the mining accident"

"Jinzhou Jinyinhai Mining Group may face prosecution"

"Jinyinhai Mining Group was reported for serious tax evasion and may face huge fines"

"Who Holds Up the Protective Umbrella for Wujin's Dark Screen? "

"A List of Bribery Offered by Jinyinhai Mining Group Over the Years"

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As if overnight, a certain blockade was opened, news about the Hejin Mine Disaster and the Hong family spewed out, and Fang Sishen in front of the screen was so startled that he couldn't move for a long time.No matter how ignorant he is of world affairs, he also understands that things are just... terrible...

The accident occurred in a small black gold mine, and more than [-] miners were killed, just enough for the "major" level, far less than the "extra large" level.On the surface, it has no direct relationship with Jinyinhai Mining Group.However, this mine owner sub-leased the mining rights from Hong Yaoge, and this alone is a serious violation of the regulations.After the mine disaster happened, the news was kept hidden for several days, and it was not made public until someone went to the capital Jinyang.Everyone knows that the whole of Hejin is the Hong family's world, and the fact that things can be kept hidden is naturally the reason why Hong Yaoge covered the sky with one hand.

Even so, the accident itself had no direct relationship with the Hong family.If there is no accident, it is nothing more than using contacts and spending more money.

Fang Sishen didn't know the twists and turns here, but he could clearly feel that compared with three months ago, the direction of the attack had quietly changed.A tragic mining disaster gradually came to an end, and the tax and bribery scandal of the Jinyinhai Mining Group was vigorously promoted and made its debut.

Fang Sishen looked at the news headlines on the screen, opened a document window to take notes, and looked at each item in detail as if researching the topic.After a lot of efforts to eliminate the dross and extract the essence, to keep the truth from the false, to generalize and deductive reasoning, and to find out the relevant legal provisions and study them several times, we finally came to the conclusion: as long as most of the tax evasion amount and bribery reported by the media are true, Hong Yaoge may face the punishment stipulated by the current law. The most severe punishment: more than [-] years of fixed-term imprisonment or life imprisonment, and confiscation of property.

This conclusion made him sit for a long time before standing up from the computer.Maybe what is said in the news is not entirely true, but it is also possible that the truth is more serious than what is reported.What's more... Fang Sishen also understands now that in many cases, it doesn't matter whether it is true or not.

Seeing that his son didn't come home on time, Fang Duzhi called to remind him.Fang Sishen left in a hurry, passed by a newsstand, and remembered that Dean Fang went to work as usual recently, and there was no shortage of newspapers in the office, so his father should have known about it a long time ago, but he didn't mention a word.

"Father, what happened at Hong Xinyao's house..."

Before his son finished speaking, Fang Duzhi nodded: "You saw it too?"

Fang Sishen answered carefully: "I just saw it today. You said..."

Fang Duzhi put down the materials in his hand, and raised his head: "The Hong family's luck may have come to an end. Even the local officials were not spared. From this point of view, some people may want to reshuffle Hejin's cards."

This was said coldly and ruthlessly, Fang Sishen was stunned before realizing: "Father?"

Fang Duzhi didn't care about his expression and tone, and said to himself: "Master Hong may not be able to complete his studies. You should also pay attention to it, and don't talk too much to others at school."

Fang Sishen felt a pang in his heart.Looking at his father for a long while, he propped himself on the door frame and said slowly, "Father, Hong Xinyao saved my life more than once."

Fang Duzhi stopped talking.He bowed his head in silence for a long time before saying: "Xiaosi, there is nothing you and I can do about this kind of thing. As the saying goes, a centipede is dead but not stiff. With the strength of the Hong family, even if it falls, it will not be the end of the mountain. Besides, Hong Xinyao himself He has been in Beijing for the past few years, so he shouldn’t be too implicated. He saved you, but it’s not like we didn’t reciprocate. He’s still young and capable. After passing this hurdle, he may make a comeback in the future. .At the time of chaos right now, no one else can afford to join in the fun. Let’s see how we can help when we have a chance in the future..."

Fang Duzhi comforted his son in a general way, but thought in his heart: even the media publicly claimed that someone had reported it, and the Hong family was afraid that there was an inner ghost.When the two armies were confronting each other, fire broke out in the backyard. Hong Yaoge had monopolized Hejin Wujin for more than [-] years.At this moment, it is not impossible to take advantage of the fire to rob people, or even kill them all.

He frowned, feeling bored in his heart.The whistle-blowing system advocated by the party headquarters, whenever necessary, its remarkable effect will be fully demonstrated.During the period when President Fang pretended to be sick and was hospitalized, he himself felt that he was keeping a low profile. In the eyes of some people, he could not help but interpret it as being down and out. For those who like to add icing on the cake, several anonymous letters of report were sent to the Department of Higher Education, Department of Education and Administration Supervision Office.Some time ago, the audit review of the Jinbo Project failed, so I breathed a sigh of relief. I didn't want these reports to be found out again, and I asked Director Fang to explain the situation every now and then.

It's like the cockroaches in the kitchen, they will react disgustingly in front of their eyes from time to time, they can't be killed, what can be done?Fang Duzhi was cautiously coping with the investigation from above, while calmly looking for the culprit who stabbed the knife in the back.In front of his son, he thought he was not ready to confess, so he kept it a secret for now.

Fang Sishen seldom saw his father put on such a gloomy face, stood for a while, then turned and went back to his room.Ruthless words are often justified words, in the real world, useless is a scholar.However, if you know it, you know that, for such a snobbish attitude of your father, you can't help but feel a little chills in your heart.At the same time, he was very sure that the reason why his father made his attitude so clear was out of care and love for him.

Being so awkward, he didn't go home for several days and spent the night in a nursing home.Hua Dingsong's spirit improved obviously, Fang Sishen was too late to be happy, the doctor hinted to him that it was just a matter of two or three days.

Just after class that day, I suddenly received a call from an unfamiliar number, and I recognized it as Gao Chengcheng, Fang Sishen asked in surprise, "Senior Brother Gao, did you change your number?"

The other side answered lightly and quickly: "No, I borrowed it temporarily. Xiao Fang, listen to me, your father has something to do here, and he may not go back for a few days..."

Fang Sishen's heart tightened: "My dad has high blood pressure again?"

"No, no, the professor is in good health. Yes, it's a matter of work. Some people talk nonsense and slander the professor. We are cooperating with the superiors in the investigation. We may ask you to find out about the situation. You must be steady and tell if you don't know. I don't know, I know..." Gao Chengcheng paused, gritted his teeth, "everything has multiple aspects, you think you know it, but in fact you can't know it at all. Those who make big things don't care about small things, your father is in the dean No matter how many important things you have done in this position, it is inevitable that the villain will be jealous. You are his son, if you don't stand by his side at this moment, I'm afraid he will be heartbroken..."

Gao Chengcheng's voice came out of the microphone and turned into a buzzing echo in his ears.Fang Sishen managed to understand the implied meaning of the words, could it be that he was worried that he would "kill relatives with righteousness"?

Gathering his mind, he asked, "Senior Brother Gao, is my dad okay?"

"It's okay. Professor Fang's character is also trustworthy. All administrative and academic duties remain as usual, and only two days of meetings are said to the outside world."

Neither made it public, but reserved room for maneuver.Although Fang Sishen didn't understand the work style of the Supervision Office, he was a little relieved after hearing Gao Chenggong's words.

"Senior brother, thank you. I really don't know anything about my father's business, so I can't say anything nonsense."

Gao Chengcheng still babbled a few words, then hung up hastily.

Fang Sishen felt that his waist was a little hard to straighten up when another stone was placed on his already heavy mood.Since his father was not at home, he decided not to go home, subconsciously wanting to avoid the so-called people who came to "know the situation".

However, the next afternoon, when he was going to the nursing home, he was stopped by someone as soon as he walked out of the school gate.

"Excuse me, are you Fang Sishen?"

Fang Sishen took a look, but didn't recognize him.Seeing the other party's serious face, he replied, "I am."

"Can I take a step to talk?" After the man finished speaking, he stood in a relatively secluded place behind the roadside tree and waited patiently.

Fang Sishen had already figured out what was going on at this time, and followed up obediently.

The two turned into a teahouse in Bookstore Street one after the other.The narrow front door is sandwiched between two bookshops, so you can't notice it if you don't pay attention.There was no one in the teahouse, so the man sat down at the table in the corner, and when Fang Sishen was also seated, he took out the ID card with the badge from his pocket, opened it for him to see, and then silently put it away.

"Don't be nervous, just ask you a little about the situation, just tell the truth." The attitude was very gentle, and he even smiled.He called the waiter and asked for two cups of tea, took a sip himself, and stretched out his hand to signal Fang Sishen not to be polite.

Fang Sishen didn't move, raised his eyes and said, "What do you want to know, please ask."

"I heard that you are a doctor of Chinese studies? Sure enough, you have a scholarly family and a long history of family studies."

Fang Sishen shook his head: "My father's field of study is literary literature, and my major is ancient writing, which is different from him."

The man was slightly taken aback, and said with a smile: "They are all Chinese studies, inherited in the same strain. I heard that Dr. Fang once participated in the research work of the Jiajin Bamboo and Silk Project?"

Unexpectedly, when asked this, Fang Sishen was surprised, but did not hesitate: "Yes."

"Can you tell me the exact time and which part you are in charge of?"

Fang Sishen thought while saying: "I started to prepare with my tutor in the first year of my master's degree. It was October of the 54th year of the Republic of China. In the second year, that is, the 10th year of the Republic of China, in March, the Jinbo Project was officially launched. I My tutor is mainly responsible for sorting out the bamboo slips and silks of the Qin and Han Dynasties, and I helped sort out the folk ones, and it took two and a half years to add up."

"How come it's only been two and a half years, and the Jinbo project was not completed last year?"

Even Fang Sishen noticed this knowingly asking and putting on airs, stared straight at the other party, and said, "I don't agree with my supervisor's research philosophy, so I quit voluntarily."

The man stopped pretending: "I heard that you found evidence that the project was falsified, but you were later framed and forced to withdraw from the project. All the research results were taken away. Don't you want to announce the truth and wash away your grievances?"

Because of his vigilance, Fang Sishen could easily hear the temptation.

He nodded: "Yes."

"How about this, you write a material, we can help you."

Fang Sishen looked at him and didn't speak for a long time.

The man was a little hopeless by him: "You can trust me. We only respect the facts and the truth. As long as your statement is true, you will be innocent."

At this time, Fang Sishen said: "Just now I looked at your ID, and you are an investigator from the Supervision Office of the Education Administration. The authenticity of the bamboo slips is an academic issue. I don't know, it turns out that academic issues in the field of Chinese studies are under the supervision of the Supervision Office."

This remark choked the other party, but Fang Sishen continued: "Academic issues must be resolved in the academic field. This matter is actually very simple, as long as it is submitted to the Supreme Academic Committee to set up a special investigation team and authoritative experts to discuss and appraise it. But I personally do not have this qualification. With the status of Jinbo Project, at least three or more senior professors of this major must be jointly signed to apply for an investigation. If you are really willing to help me, I wonder if you can mobilize those professor committee members?"

No one knew better than Fang Sishen that it was impossible for the Supreme Academic Committee to accept this application.The Jinbo Project has drawn in the entire world of Chinese studies, and turning around, isn't it equivalent to slapping yourself in the face?

Sure enough, the investigator changed the subject with a few hiccups.

"I heard that your father has a lot of research on antiques?"

"Research can't be said, after all, it's not his major. However, people who do Chinese studies must be interested."

"I wonder if Dr. Fang is also interested in collecting cultural relics?"

Fang Sishen has studied knowledge for a long time, and found that the other party had secretly changed the concept like a conditioned reflex.

"Being interested in cultural relics is not necessarily interested in collecting. The cost of collecting is too high. My father and I don't have the money and time. When we are free, it is better to visit museums."

The investigator put on a consulting tone: "The cost of collecting cultural relics is indeed too high. I don't know how to invest in contemporary art?"

Fang Sishen shook his head: "I don't know about this."

The investigator got impatient and said directly: "Your father holds [-]% of the shares of 'Zhenxintang'. I would like to ask Dr. Fang to explain this matter."

Fang Sishen talked nonsense with him for a long time. Seeing the sky darken, he was anxious to go to the nursing home to see Hua Dingsong. Hearing the words, he couldn't help asking: "What's 'Zhenxintang'? What do you want me to explain?"

As the words came out of my mouth, I vaguely felt that I had heard these three words somewhere, and I couldn't remember them for a while, let alone bothering to think about them.

"I've never heard of where my dad has any shares. Either you got it wrong, or he didn't tell me. Anyway, I can't explain it to you."

The investigator saw that he really didn't seem to be lying, so he asked other topics around the corner.

An investigation ended in vain, Fang Sishen rushed to the door in a hurry, the phone screamed in his schoolbag.He connected while trotting. He was a doctor in a nursing home.

"Xiao Fang, come here right away, maybe I can catch up with your teacher for the last time."

One sentence drove back the crowded crowds and vehicles during the rush hour, leaving only the boundless darkness, holding the last touch of the setting sun in the sky.