Arty Records

Fang Sishen opened his eyes for the second time, and there were still two figures swaying in front of him, only then did he confirm that what he saw and heard before was indeed not a dream.A certain person is proud and arrogant but wants to pretend to be loyal, and he gets angry just looking at it.His father's expression full of resentment in his hidden anger was even more unbearable for him.In desperation, he simply let himself get sick.High fever turned into low fever, shortness of breath turned into slow cough, external infection turned into internal injury, ups and downs, intermittent, tossing for more than a week.During the period, he went to the hospital and was put on a drip for a day, but it was useless. The next afternoon, Hong Xinyao brought an old man to the door.

The old man had an arrogant attitude at first, but he entered the door of the Humanities College, went up to the building of the faculty dormitory, passed through the living room all the way, passed the study room with the door open, and was shocked by the huge collection of books. The nostrils are completely upside down.He is extremely patient and meticulous in looking, hearing and asking.

After reading it all, I put my hands in my sleeves and didn't say a word.First Young Master Hong had dealt with him a few times, and he was used to this kind of behavior, so he bowed and said, "Please go to the living room to have a sip of tea."

Fang Duzhi, who had been filed by Mr. Hong, knew that this person had some connections, so he didn't want to see a doctor easily, so he spent half the day waiting at home.At this time, he stretched out his hand to invite, and led the doctor to the living room to talk.Hong Xinyao tucked Fang Sishen in the quilt, and leaned over to kiss her on the cheek.

"Don't...cough cough! Don't infect you."

"It's okay." Young Master Hong lowered his head and whispered to him at the time when his ego was highly inflated, "Don't you know that your man is invulnerable to all poisons? Don't worry about taking it easy and don't worry about anything." Seeing him turning his head away and ignoring himself, he laughed, "I'll go and hear what the old man has to say." He tiptoed and quickly slipped out of the room.

Talking to cultural people, the old doctor raised his tone politely: "Although Mr. Ling has a cold outside, he has been stagnant inside for a long time, because the lungs and viscera have been severely injured. During autumn and winter, and spring and summer, it is most important not to be sloppy. Besides, the body It's not good enough either, it's born with some deficiencies, and its resistance is worse than that of ordinary people. May I ask, is it a premature baby?"

Fang Du was taken aback.Immediately nodded: "Yes." The tone was painful, "Back then... the situation was special. I was not around when he was young, and the living conditions were limited. I took too little care of the child..."

The old doctor nodded with a clear face: "There is nothing you can do about it. Fortunately, you are young, you can recuperate in time, and you usually pay more attention, so there is no major problem." Then, he took out a pad and an old-fashioned old-fashioned varnish from his pocket. With a pen, I wrote the prescription casually.

Hong Xinyao was listening on the side, and couldn't help asking: "This has been dragging on for four or five days, when will it be better?"

The old man's tone was not so polite: "What's the rush? Haven't you heard that illness comes like a mountain and goes away like a thread? It's better to let it out than to hold it in. It will be better when it should be better."

Young Master Hong had no choice but to shut up.The old man has some real skills, which most people don't pay attention to at all.After the prescription was finished, and some precautions were given, Hong Xinyao suddenly remembered, and said, "My uncle has a little high blood pressure, and I don't want to bother the two masters. I'll trouble you to see how to take care of it."

Fang Duzhi glanced at First Young Master Hong, but remained silent.The old doctor took a look at Fang Du, but he didn't refuse: "In this case, please ask the old man to take the pulse."

Fang Duzhi stretched out his hand.After the old doctor finished reading, he asked and answered slowly, and finally said: "The young man knows how to ask the elders for peace, and this is regarded as filial piety. Good luck, sir."

Before the old man left, Fang Duzhi presented the pre-sealed red envelope with both hands.The other party gave a few words of courtesy verbally, and put it in his pocket.Hong Xinyao sent people downstairs, and ordered Xiao Zhao to drive the doctor home, and then go to the pharmacy to get the medicine.Turning around by himself, he rushed to Fang Duzhi when he entered the room: "This old thing is too shameless. I gave money and he put on airs with me, and he refused to take it. He said that visiting a doctor broke his rules. He can get the money if you give it to me." It's a joy—why did you give him money? He took a hard knock from me..."

Fang Duzhi said in his heart, if people are willing to ask for my money, it is to give me face. Which onion or garlic do you care about... After all, he couldn't help asking: "What did he hit you with?"

"It's the set of teak single-drawer flower stands that have been suppressed and haven't been shot. This money-greedy old ghost, he just got into the car with me when he saw something."

This set of east and west is well known, the real old Wanli years, a total of three large, medium and small, or Qionglin Academy's original collection.Although not very eye-catching, the quality is very rare, and it tends to become more and more valuable, so it has been kept in the secret warehouse of Zhenzhentang and has not been taken out.

Fang Duzhi didn't expect Hong Dashao to spend such a large amount of capital, so he couldn't help saying: "That's a pity."

Hong Xinyao smiled treacherously: "There's nothing to regret. The old ghost himself knows that as long as he starts, he will never stop. If you accept my things, you have to do my job." Handed over a piece of paper, "This It's his home phone number, if you feel uncomfortable in the future, if I'm not here, just ask Xiao Zhao to pick him up."

Fang Duzhi didn't move for a while.Hong Xinyao held the piece of paper in both hands, and stood in such a posture.When I stood up and my arms were a little sore, the paper in my hand was finally taken away.

So he continued: "You are also tired these few days, don't make dinner, Xiao Zhao will bring it over later." It seemed that the embarrassing scene just now did not exist at all.

After waiting for a long time, I heard Fang Duzhi spit out two words: "That's fine." He was immediately elated, "Then you take a break first, and I will go to accompany my brother."

Fang Duzhi entered the study room, stared at the phone number on the paper for a while, typed it into his mobile phone, put the paper away carefully, and started to deal with official business.

From the dean of the School of Humanities to the deputy director of the Department of Higher Education, such a major job change requires a lot of handover tasks at both ends.According to the usual practice, there is a handover and running-in period of two to three months, and the two sides run back and forth.During the transitional period, I was busy and busy, but my time was relatively free, so I was able to find time to stay at home from time to time these few days.When I actually take office, my time and body belong to the public completely, so I'm afraid it will be difficult to arrange things at will.Fang Duzhi thought of a certain director who had to make appointments for family members, and felt quite helpless.

The more desires there are, the greater the counterforce brought about by desires.The higher the status, the greater the danger that exists in high places.The heavier the power, the more uncontrollable the inertia and acceleration that goes with it.It's not that Fang Duzhi didn't understand, he was even ready to quit, but he didn't expect that in a turn of events, he accidentally became a savior.

He has a vague rumor that he started his business today with his own reform, so he has a subtle and stubborn sense of recognition and trust in the staunch core members of that reform, so he finally finalized the square courtyard among several candidate resumes long.All the previous tossings, now turned around, have become organizational tests.

The path chosen at the beginning has finally led to inertia and acceleration beyond the control of the parties involved.

Although it is a deputy director-level transfer, what he enjoys is a one-step director-level treatment. He has raised his salary, changed his car, added people, and has a duplex house of [-] square meters.

Thinking of housing, Deputy Director Fang felt a little headache.Although this house is his own right now, it is obviously inappropriate to continue to live in it.Moving to a house provided by the government, not to mention that his son would definitely not like it, even he himself felt many restrictions and inconveniences.If you live in a private house outside, it is tantamount to giving someone a handle and causing trouble for nothing.After much deliberation, I still can only obey the organization's arrangement and let me live wherever I live.As for the matter of moving, in a word, someone will handle it.However, Fang Duzhi was very reluctant to have a group of people move things at home.Thinking of this, Deputy Director Fang felt aggrieved.Forget it, that bastard in the son's room is useless.

Fang Sishen didn't have the energy to speak, it was all because Young Master Hong was alone.Gradually regaining consciousness, he suddenly asked, "Didn't you say you were going home this week?"

"Well, I'll go back when you're better. The second sister and her husband haven't been back for a long time, and they'll stay at home for a while, and don't care about me for a day or two."

Fang Sishen said conveniently: "It's just a cold, it will be fine in two days. Don't stay here every day..."

"Don't you like me being here every day?"

Fang Sishen couldn't say whether he liked it, nor could he say he didn't like it, so he coughed.

Hong Xinyao patted his chest and poured water to drink.

"Who told you to be sick when our dad is the busiest? You don't let me stay here, do you want him to devote all his energy to taking care of you every day? I can see that our dad is an official enough Noble, other people are at his level, who is not a nanny driver and a bunch of people who accompany him, how can he do everything by himself. There is a driver, why don't people even enter the door?"

Fang Sishen told him directly: "It was sent from above, and my dad can't believe it. I usually ask Brother Gao for help when I have something to do, but..."

"I know." Hong Xinyao nodded, "Gao Chengcheng was promoted to the secretary of the deputy director, and he also started shaking. He wants to help our dad with outside affairs." He moved the sofa armchair to the side of the bed and was leaning on it Inside, with legs draped over the bed, talking and fiddling with the phone.

"I might leave the day after tomorrow and come back after the weekend. Xiao Zhao will come here every day, and let him do any errands." Rushing to the outside room, he said, "Our father is still angry, and he must not be embarrassed to order him. , he didn’t dare to press forward. If something really happened, you have to say something.” Holding the mobile phone and looking at the screen, “Hey, he asked you whether you want seafood porridge or lean meat porridge at night?”

"Whatever. Why bother him..."

"That's his job, don't make people unemployed." Young Master Hong pondered for a while, "I remember that old ghost said that seafood is not allowed to be eaten for a while, and it is still lean meat porridge." , and then began to reply text messages.

Seeing his devotion, Fang Sishen hesitated, and then called out: "Ah Yao."

"Ok?"

"Ah Yao, have you noticed that you have a habit."

"Ah?" Hong Xinyao raised his head, seeing Fang Sishen's appearance, he couldn't help but shudder, "What, what habit?"

Fang Sishen was quite dignified at first, but was amused by his vigilant and guilty expression.Coughed a few times, put away her smile, and slowly said: "I found that you talk to me about all the small things; for all the big things, you either completely hide it from the truth, or cut it first and play it later. I told you before, You still can't remember the matter between two people, you need to discuss it with two people. Do you think I won't be really angry? Or do you think it's very fulfilling to scare me?"

Young Master Hong quibbled: "I didn't..."

"If my dad is really angry this time, what do you think...how can I be with you in the future?"

First Young Master Hong lowered his head to make an excuse: "I'm not... Anyway, you surprised me, and I scared you, so let's treat it as even, okay?" Taking a sneak peek at Fang Sishen, grievances suddenly surged in his heart, "You You look like that, I have to hide it from you when I send you back, it’s not impossible, but... I can’t take it anymore... Turn around and leave like someone who has nothing to do with you... The time we can be together is pitifully small, Knowing that you are sick, you can't be with me...what do you want me to do?"

The words of reproach could not be continued, and Fang Sishen insisted very weakly: "In short... you must discuss it with me in the future."

"Well, I'll discuss it with you. Go home this time and see my dad's attitude. If we can negotiate well, maybe we will often run on both sides in the future. I will help him with the integration of kilns and mines, and the business of Zhenxintang must not be lost. Next. I will be busy if I am busy, but no one will dare to meddle in my personal affairs. You know, my dad is a bit stubborn. If he really promised something, he will not go back on his word easily. At most..." Hong Xinyao Squinting his eyes, he calculated, "At most... in three to five years, the other side of Hejin will be safe. At that time..."

"Then what if we can't agree?"

"Can't agree? Then there's nothing to talk about. The father and son will do their own thing! He digs his black gold, and I sell my antiques. His grandson is not young, and he will take over in a few years. Why should I take over for him?" Does he worry?"

"Then the rest of your family..."

"My dad doesn't care about me, what are the others doing? Look at my third sister, the foreign devil boyfriends come and go, my mother scolded me a few times, cried twice, isn't that the way it is? Since I was in junior high school, my mother has not recruited me. She just nagged me a few times, and I still hurt me. To put it bluntly, I am her darling, and my dad is her sky. As long as her sky doesn’t collapse, don’t Nothing matters."

Fang Sishen was speechless.When things came to Hong Xinyao's place, it was always difficult to predict the direction according to common sense.

Young Master Hong looked at Fang Sishen apologetically: "It's just that, it's a bit impossible for the two of us to cross the Ming Road at my house. I'm afraid they will make things difficult for you."

"It's okay..." Fang Sishen touched his face, "I think...as long as you live well, your family will understand after a long time."

Hong Xinyao nodded his head and grabbed his hand: "Am I doing well——" coquettishly, "Brother, as long as you let me live well, I will definitely live well."

On Friday, Hong Xinyao left Beijing and returned to Hejin.When Fang Duzhi came home at night, Fang Sishen reheated the food Xiao Zhao brought, and ate with his father.

"Have you taken your medicine on time?"

"Drinked."

"I have a few forms here, you can fill them out later."

Fang Sishen picked it up and saw that it was an application form for the Postdoctoral Research Station of the Higher School of Humanities.

"Although by convention, postdoctoral fellows must stay at the research station for two full years. You have only stayed at the National Academy of Capital University for one year, but now you don't have any projects at hand, and the only work you can do is the two-year class hours of undergraduates. It's not yours. Others dislike money and trouble, so they let you work for Hua Dading until now. If you want to leave, you can leave at any time. Dad didn't care about it before, and he left this post later, even if he said I can talk about it, but I can't take care of many details, so it's better to get it done before the end of this semester."

This was something that he had agreed with his father a long time ago, not to mention that today is not what it used to be, and Fang Sishen himself does not want to stay in the capital university.

"Okay, I'll fill it out tonight." Then he added, "Dad, the cold is gone, and I want to go back to school next Monday."

Fang Duzhi frowned: "What else are you going to do! I'll call them to find someone else. You stay at home for two months and report here when school starts!"

Fang Sishen shook his head: "Dad, I don't want to do this. This is too much delay for the students. Let me finish this semester. Anyway, the students are innocent."

The son was too strict with righteousness, so Deputy Director Fang complained symbolically and compromised.

In May of the 62nd Republic of China, Fang Sishen went through the transfer procedures while taking undergraduate classes.The School of Humanities is a pioneer in the reform of universities, and has independently formulated and implemented many avant-garde policies.One of them is the postdoctoral titles that are allowed to enter the research station.Fang Duzhi paved the way for his son to use his brains, calculated carefully, and abused his power to a certain extent within the scope of the system. The starting title directly starts from senior lecturer.

Except for the initial stack of basic forms that Fang Sishen filled out by himself, the rest of the application materials were all prepared by Gao Chenggong, the secretary to the deputy director.There are all kinds of complicated and delicate rules in it, Fang Sishen has no way of knowing, and no one thinks he needs to know.

At the end of May, with Young Master Hong as the main labor force and Secretary Gao assisting, the Fang family and son officially moved.First send the important things to the new house alone, and then ask the moving company to move the large furniture and other items.

The deputy director's residence is in Nancheng.While driving, Hong Xinyao estimated the distance and said, "Brother, you are a little too far away for class next semester."

Fang Sishen said: "The subway arrives directly, four or ten minutes, it's okay. It's okay to live in the old house temporarily when you are busy."

That being said, Fang Sishen also knew that it was unlikely that he would continue to live in his old house on campus.A lot of trouble and a lot of risk.

At this time, Fang Duzhi interjected: "Tell them to arrange as few classes as possible for you, and do what you can do at home."

Young Master Hong continued: "That's good. Give me the class schedule later, and I'll send you off if you have a class."

Gao Chengcheng sat in the co-pilot's seat, his eyes slanted when he heard this, and finally decided to keep silent.

A few days after moving, Fang Sishen received a call from Mrs. Qiu: "Xiao Fang, Shannon is back, when is it convenient for you?"

Since the last contact, Fang Sishen got sick one after another, changed jobs, moved, and forgot about this important event.My heart was agitated: "What, any time!"