Arty Records

Xishan Cemetery cannot be reached directly by subway, so you have to change to a suburban bus.Fang Sishen came out late, just catching up with the traffic of private cars sweeping the tomb, and arrived after wandering for two full hours.Opening up the inferior umbrella bought at the station, holding the schoolbag in front of my chest, I stepped up the steps of the cemetery step by step, letting the slanting wind and drizzle soak my coat.

There was a long queue outside the columbarium. Although there were many people, there was silence.Finally, Fang Sishen was in line, registered at the entrance, and the staff took out the teacher's ashes, wiped the box with his own hands, and gently placed it on the public altar.Because there were too many people, several families in the hall worshiped at the same time, some were crying loudly, and some were sobbing silently.

Fang Sishen took out two or two small bottles of Xifengbai, opened the cap, pressed the remittance receipt on the bottom of the bottle, lit three sticks of incense, and stood silently with his head bowed.

At this moment, standing in front of the ashes of the teacher is standing in the middle of a long life.

Working hard and solitary, guarding the deep studies alone, the more you go down, the more lonely you will be.Occasionally looking up and looking around, others are elsewhere, and the knowledge is far away and dim, like a crescent moon that cannot be seen under the illumination of city night lights.

Struggling repeatedly, insisting on refusing to back down, the more you move forward, the more you hesitate.Suddenly looking back and thinking, I have already eaten away step by step, lest one day, microscopic ants will be swallowed by sea sucking whales, and eventually there will be no traces left.

Efforts to tolerate and give wholeheartedly, the more you get, the more dissatisfied you are.Suddenly bowing his head and thinking, his heart was full of rage, and he was actually greedy, wanting to ask for an unlimited future from the chaotic world of mortals.

future.Looking to the future, it is hazy.

If the teacher is still there, he will definitely be able to remove more confusion in life and give himself more strength...

The teacher must have known about today, so he grabbed his hand and warned: live, be tough.

There are too many people, and there is a time limit to worship, and the time will soon be up.Fang Sishen walked out of the columbarium, he didn't expect that in just a short while, the clouds in the sky were as thick as splashed ink, and the rain was much heavier.The temperature dropped sharply, so cold that he sneezed several times, his head throbbing and hurting.

This familiar feeling is long gone.Since I stayed in the hospital for two weeks last year, I have been supplemented with various diets and medicines, and I have not had a cold for more than a year.Even when autumn and winter were the hardest and most tiring, I survived unharmed.Sure enough, worrying about getting sick in his busy schedule, Fang Sishen held his increasingly heavy head, looked at the rippling rain in front of him, and estimated objectively that he might not be able to go back by himself.There was no room in the waiting hall, and finally found a space under the wide eaves of the antique mountain gate, and leaned against the wall to call Hong Xinyao.

"Are you home? Why are you so active today, why don't you wait for me to call you at night?" The other end sounded in a good mood.

"I'm in Xishan Cemetery."

"How did you get there?"

"Today is Ching Ming Festival."

There was a pause over there, obviously unhappy: "Why did you go alone and didn't tell me earlier?"

"It's raining heavily, ah, ah! I seem to have caught a cold..."

Young Master Hong stomped his feet angrily: "Hurry up and find a warm place to stay! Is there a canteen in that damn place? Try to get some hot water to drink. I'll come right away!"

It is windy at the door, especially under the eaves.Fang Sishen stood there for a while, then couldn't stand it any longer, and went back to the waiting hall trembling.The columbarium was originally a solemn and solemn place, but now it is very cold under the wind and rain.Even though there were people everywhere, they couldn't resist the slightest bit of cold air that went straight into their bodies.Probably his face was so ugly that someone offered to give up his seat.At this time, there is no need to be brave, Fang Sishen thanked and sat down, thinking of Hong Xinyao's lesson when he was in a daze, he felt very comfortable.It's a pity that there is no warm place here, and the canteen only sells condolence supplies and bottled water.

From the urban area to Xishan, it will take two or three hours at the fastest in this kind of weather and this kind of day.Fang Sishen had never felt that waiting was so hard, holding the phone tightly in his hand, he barely opened his eyes to take a look after a while, and then continued to hug his knees to resist the cold.I was thinking in my heart, the road is slippery in rainy days, I want to tell him to be careful, but I am driving a car, and the phone call may only add to the chaos...

Finally, someone shook his shoulders and woke up: "Hey, is your phone ringing?"

Before I could thank you, I picked up my spirits and answered the phone: "Well, the columbarium, area C, is on the far side... I'm in the waiting hall, near the entrance... Hurry up..."

Not daring to fall asleep again, he propped his head up and looked at the door.There was a burst of blurring in front of my eyes, and I was not startled until someone approached, intending to take away the phone and the schoolbag in my arms.

"it's me."

The familiar voice and breath made Fang Sishen relax immediately.

Hong Xinyao handed the things to Xiao Zhao who was behind him, half helped and half hugged him up, hugged him and walked out, Xiao Zhao followed closely holding an umbrella.

Realizing that there were outsiders, Fang Sishen opened his eyes, pushed his arm tightly around him: "It's okay, I can..."

Hong Xinyao didn't let go: "If the car doesn't come in, I'll be there soon." After taking two steps, he came to his senses and added, "It's not someone else, it's Xiao Zhao. I haven't been here before. He knows the way, so I asked him to come over here as a substitute." driver."

Hearing that it was this old acquaintance, Fang Sishen felt relieved, and immediately put all his weight on the person next to him.

When Xiao Zhao heard the boss mentioning himself, he hurriedly responded: "Young Master Fang, it's me." He followed Hong Xinyao before he graduated from high school, served as an escort for Fang Sishen, had blood transfusions, took a bath, and delivered meals. Extraordinary.Although his ability is mediocre, he is diligent and loyal. To this day, he is one of Young Master Hong's most trusted confidantes.

The three got into the car, Xiao Zhao was the driver at the front, Hong Xinyao sat in the back with Fang Sishen in his arms, took off his wet clothes first, and wrapped himself in his thick coat.The temperature of the air conditioner in the car is very high, making people feel soft and fuzzy, and I just want to sleep.Before falling into a coma, Fang Sishen always felt that something was wrong, and finally remembered why he only said three sentences in total.According to this person's habits, it is almost impossible not to be noisy and long-winded at this time.He tried to raise his eyes, only to realize that the face above his head was dark and dark, which was not much worse than the sky with dark clouds and splashed ink.

Although my head is dizzy, my heart is very clear.Hold his hand: "Don't be angry, I didn't mean... I didn't tell you. You are too busy, and it's not a big deal... I didn't expect..."

A hard voice suddenly sounded: "Sleep with you, don't talk nonsense." The warm big hand covered the eyes, the movement was gentle and domineering.Fang Sishen smiled quietly and fell asleep in a blink of an eye.

The car drove into the urban area, and it was almost dusk.Fortunately, the rain is getting smaller, the dark clouds have receded, and the sky is brighter than in the afternoon.The hustle and bustle of the market and the flashing lights engulfed Fang Sishen, who could no longer sleep soundly. As the speed of the car stopped and went, he heard deliberately low whispers from time to time above his head. It was he who was calling to arrange business matters.

It wasn't until the car came to a complete stop, and the cool and humid air suddenly poured into the small space, triggering a series of coughs, that I really woke up.Looking at the familiar residential buildings outside the car door, he pressed Hong Xinyao's arm suddenly: "Why are you back here... No, I have to go home today."

Hong Xinyao was shielding him from the wind: "Whatever the answer, it's all like this, hurry up and take your medicine! I'll call your dad later."

Fang Sishen became anxious: "It's really not possible, I haven't been home for a long time, I have already agreed with my dad." Seeing that he ignored him, Shi Lifei hugged himself out and grabbed his sleeve, "Ah Yao, Ah Yao, Listen to me, today is Ching Ming Festival, I have to go home to accompany my father...to accompany him...to my adoptive father...and mother, and offer a stick of incense..."

Hong Xinyao stopped and looked into his eyes: "Do you have to go back?"

Fang Sishen nodded silently, his eyes were sincere and full of apology.

Hong Xinyao stared at him for a while, reached out to touch the temperature of his forehead, and said, "Okay, I'll go upstairs to get something, and then I'll take you back." He stuffed him back into the car, told Xiao Zhao, and turned around Run upstairs.

It didn't take long to come down, holding an umbrella in one hand and carrying a big plastic bag in the other.Telling Xiao Zhao not to drive in a hurry, he took out a blanket from his bag and covered Fang Sishen, then took out a pill and poured it into his palm, finally took out a thermos cup, lifted the lid and put it to his mouth.

Fang Sishen took the medicine and drank water with his hands, the temperature was just right for neither hot nor cold.

Whenever Hong Dashao is willing to put his heart into doing things, he can often do 120%.Ever since Fang Sishen planned to live here, as long as he could think of it, he had made preparations one after another.So as soon as I reached out my hand upstairs, I took down what should be used and eaten.

Hong Xinyao held the cup still: "Drink some more."

The cup was not purely boiled water, but some calming potions.Fang Sishen couldn't drink at all right now, and even if he did, he wouldn't suspect anything at all.Hearing what he said, he obediently lowered his head and took a few sips.As a result, he was sound asleep only halfway there, and Hong Xinyao didn't even realize that he was holding him and calling Fang Duzhi.

Young Master Hong's call had two main purposes: first, to confirm that Fang Duzhi was waiting at home; second, to say hello and lay the groundwork, so as not to be overly frightened and the scene to get out of control.

Fang Duzhi was not surprised that Hong Xinyao would accompany his son to the Xishan Cemetery to see the Huading Song, but he was a little worried when he heard that he caught a cold in the rain.It took me a while to realize that even if I got caught in the rain and caught a cold, I shouldn't even ask someone else to make the phone call.There was a trace of inexplicable fear in my heart, and I explained myself, probably because on this special day, my mind was particularly out of place.

Pat the edge of the large flower pot of the fruit tree, and get up to tidy up.Since there are guests coming, many things are not suitable to be placed outside.

Hong Xinyao instructed Xiao Zhao to drive the car downstairs to Fang Sishen's house, wrapped his head in a blanket and hugged him in his arms. Anyone could only see that he was a sick person, and had no way of peeking at Lushan's true face.Xiao Zhao was very clever, and carried an umbrella to the door of the building. All the odds and ends were packed into Fang Sishen's schoolbag, hung on Hong Xinyao's shoulder, and he helped press the elevator.

Hong Xinyao said to him: "You wait in the car first, I won't come down after an hour, so what should I do?"

Xiao Zhao stepped out of the elevator, seeing no one left and right, he was suddenly blessed, and bowed to his boss: "I wish Hong Shaoma every success!"

Hong Xinyao gritted his teeth and smiled: "Get lost!"

Staring down at the ever-changing floor numbers, he took a few deep breaths.There is no time to miss this opportunity.It is better to hit the sun than to choose a day, and to have a showdown with Master Taishan, it is better...it is today.

Fang Duzhi opened the door, never expecting his son to be carried back in arms without a sound.The old darling suddenly trembled: "Xiaosi, what's wrong with Xiaosi?"

Young Master Hong nodded: "Uncle." This was a greeting.Ignoring his outstretched hand, she went straight into Fang Sishen's bedroom, put him on the bed, and then turned around and said, "Brother fell asleep."

Then he threw the schoolbag aside, lifted the blanket very naturally, took off Fang Sishen's underwear in twos and twos, wrapped him tightly with the quilt, put his palm on his forehead, and said in a very logical tone: "I've already eaten." The medicine has been taken, but it hasn't burned yet."

Fang Duzhi followed him into the room, and following his movements, his face immediately became extremely ugly.His eyebrows were twitched, and his eyes were as sharp as knives.But forced himself to suppress, and never made a sound.Hong Xinyao let the sharp eyes greet him directly, looked at the person on the bed, regardless of the heavy sleep, and smiled faintly.Slowly straightened up and turned to face Fang Duzhi.

The wordless confrontation made the air freeze.Hong Xinyao didn't back down, Fang Duzhi's eyes fell on his son, he lost his vigor for a moment, bowed his shoulders slightly, showing his old age.

He walked out of the room slowly and stopped in the middle of the living room.

Hong Xinyao silently followed and closed the door.

Fang Duzhi's tone was hoarse and low, revealing strong helplessness, but he did not have the slightest doubt: "So it was you."

"I'm sorry, Uncle Fang, it's me."

"I didn't expect...it was you." Many things made sense at once.Connecting back and forth, Fang Duzhi's voice and body trembled with anger at the thought of the other party's scheming and identity background, "No wonder, no wonder... good... good... really... very good!"

Hong Xinyao saw that his expression was wrong, so he plopped and knelt down straight: "Uncle, don't be angry! You can beat or scold as you like, don't get angry! Brother is still lying on the bed, if you are sick What can he do?" Glancing at the glazed paperweight placed on the coffee table, he grabbed it and held it high above his head, and put it up with both hands, "You use this, this one! Hit me hard, how can I relieve my anger, I can bear it!" While speaking, he secretly observed Fang Duzhi's reaction.He knows where the antihypertensive medicine is, and if something bad happens, he has to act fast enough.

When Fang Duzhi heard the phrase "Brother is still lying on the bed", he stroked his chest and inhaled.I accidentally caught a glimpse of this bastard boy kneeling in front of him with a rogue and cunning face, and the suppressed anger instantly rushed straight to the top of his head like hot oil.Grabbed two glazed paperweights, and slammed them down.It was supposed to slap the forehead, but unexpectedly when it came to the head, it turned sideways and landed on the rough-skinned and thick-skinned shoulders.

Letting go, the paperweight fell to the ground with a crisp sound and broke into several pieces.

Hong Xinyao was startled, and crawled to the bookshelf with hands and feet, grabbed the medicine bottle, poured a glass of water in his hand, and brought it to Fang Duzhi.Seeing that he turned his head to ignore him, his face was livid with strange blood, his breathing was short, and the sound became more obvious, the situation was very bad.Anxious and regretful in his heart, his eyes turned red, he slowly bent his knees, and knelt down again, almost choked up: "Uncle, please, don't do this...don't make things difficult for my brother...he will definitely not be able to bear it if you do this. After all, he is willing Accept me, don't be angry, let him give me a chance, please..."

Fang Duzhi tried his best to calm down the resentment in his chest little by little, and finally sat down on the sofa.

Young Master Hong felt very good, took two steps on his knees, and carefully took the medicine and water.Seeing that Master Taishan finally took it and ate it with shaking hands, the hanging heart fell back to its original place.

It didn't take long before my knees started to hurt like needles.He lived to be in his twenties, and even when his grandfather passed away, he never knelt down like this before offering sacrifices to his ancestors during the Chinese New Year.He didn't dare to get up, thinking that the harder it is tonight, the easier it will be in the future.Is this person in front of you an ordinary person? If you don't show some realism, this level may not be so easy to pass.

Fang Duzhi tilted his head and leaned on the sofa, looking at the balcony.The anger must have gone down, but unfortunately there was no expression on his face, he didn't pay attention to Young Master Hong who was kneeling at all, and only cared about his own thoughts.

Hong Xinyao didn't eat dinner, and his stomach growled after a short time.I thought that I couldn't sit still like this, I had to turn passive into active and reverse the situation.He licked his lips, regardless of whether the other party listened or not, and began to report on the love process.

Catching up with Fang Sishen is probably the great achievement of Young Master Hong's hard work in the first half of his life.If you don’t talk about it, it’s hard to tell. It can be called a magnificent and rich history of love and bitterness.I have never talked about it with a second outsider again.At this time, facing the old man, he was willing to go all out anyway, except for some plots that he absolutely could not confess, and all the other things, one by one, and the bamboo tube poured beans, and he confessed everything honestly.I forgot about the pain in my knees, and forgot about my hunger. I didn't know how long I talked in one breath, and gradually the voices fell silent, and I didn't realize that it was already late at night.

At the end, a few words were blurted out naturally: "Now that things are going on, if I can't be with him, I feel... there is no point in living."

Fang Duzhi looked at the fruit tree on the balcony, the green shadows were dancing and the night was fading.I thought: Zijin, have you seen it?This kid begged us on his knees, he said that if he couldn't be with Xiao Si, life would be meaningless... Their generation is really too happy...

Finally, he changed his posture and started to look straight at Young Master Hong: "What do you mean, if I don't agree, you will die?"

Seeing that he was willing to talk to him, Hong Xinyao was very excited: "I, that..." Knowing that he couldn't lie at this time, he shook his head honestly: "That's not what I mean, what I mean is... as long as I think about the days without him, I will It doesn’t seem like it’s too much. Maybe I can still eat and sleep as usual, and I can still do business to make money, but I don’t think there’s anything to be happy about—how can I live if I can’t be really happy?” Speaking of this , a little uncertain, raised his face and asked, "Uncle Fang, you understand what I mean, right?"

Fang Duzhi snorted softly, but didn't answer.After a long while, he said calmly: "Hong Xinyao, you are just determined and I can't do anything to you. Please don't make things difficult for him. Hmph, my own son, when will it be the turn of outsiders to say this? It's you , pestering him like this, I'm afraid that when the time comes, you will be the one who really makes things difficult for him."

Hong Xinyao knelt straight, and vowed: "No."

"Heh, I, Fang Duzhi, don't care if my son is gay, but I don't know if Hong Yaoge, the boss of Hong, cares?"

"Don't worry, I'm talking to my dad."

Fang Duzhi squinted at him: "How to talk about it? Another leg discount?"

Hong Xinyao was afraid that he would not ask, so he quickly puffed up his chest and talked eloquently: "The new government will introduce new policies for the gold industry in the second half of the year. It is said that all small kilns with an annual output of less than 50 tons in Jinzhou will be closed. Under the reorganization and integration, all mechanized mining will be realized within two years. The old man can’t do this alone, and he has to rely on my help. I told him that unless I don’t care about my private affairs, his son will definitely let him do it. "

If the large-scale rectification of Jinzhou Wujin industry was put on hold a year ago, the Hong family would have no problem swallowing the entire Hejin.Now that his vitality is seriously injured, he can only try his best to deploy manpower and seize shares, hoping to dominate the country more after the reshuffle.

This matter is too far away from the cultural and educational system, but Fang Duzhi never expected it before.Deliberately asked: "So your father agreed?"

"I think... it's coming soon."

Fang Duzhi didn't take it seriously: "Even if the words are loose, it's probably a way to delay the attack, right?"

Young Master Hong bared his teeth and said, "It's okay. Could it be that you never imagined that what I want may not be this plan to slow down the army?"

Fang Duzhi couldn't help but smile along with him, and then retracted it, and stopped looking at him with a stern face.

Hong Xinyao tilted his head, carefully probing: "Uncle, my brother and I, you...don't object?"

Fang Duzhi sneered suddenly: "What is there to object to? It's just a relationship. Talk a few more times, and with experience, your eyesight will naturally improve."

Young Master Hong choked on these words and couldn't say anything.After thinking about it, he snickered again in his heart: it turns out that this father also likes to use a tactic to delay the attack.

"Well, I'll go take a look at my brother." Regardless of Fang Duzhi's reaction, he got up and rubbed his knees, limped into the room, and after a while, limped out again, "It's burning, I'll go get it." Ice, please find me a thermometer."