Arty Records

"Dad, the students' thesis proposal reports have been reviewed. I want to take three days off next week, plus the weekend, so I can spend New Year's Eve at home."

Fang Duzhi pondered for a moment: "Forget it, once you go back and forth, you will lose two days on the road, and you don't even understand the jet lag."

The secretary, the nanny, and the driver all had to go back to their hometown for the Spring Festival. Fang Sishen couldn't help but feel sad when he thought that his father was left alone in the big empty house.

"But Dad, I want to go home for the New Year."

"I know. But..." Fang Duzhi held the phone in his right hand, and wrapped two Wenwan walnuts in his left hand - authentic top-quality lion heads produced in southern Shanxi.Needless to say, Hong Xinyao paid tribute to his father-in-law.

"Forget it. Xiao Si, you don't have to worry about going home to accompany Dad. On New Year's Eve, I will go to the poor faculty and staff's home to condolences, and I won't be able to come back until midnight. The New Year's group gathering and condolence activities are scheduled until the fifth day of the new year. Your father isn't here either..." He sighed in a low voice, "Forget it."

Fang Sishen did not expect his father to be so busy in the new year.If so, it really doesn't make much sense to rush back so far.After telling me to take care of myself, I hung up the phone.

Hong Xinyao arrived on the fourth day of the first lunar month. Fang Sishen didn't want him to travel across Citi Country, so he made an appointment to meet at the Jinshan Airport and go to He's old house to celebrate the New Year together.Mr. Hong came to the door of the He family with a ready-made excuse: He Zhirou’s classmate and friend, He Shenwei’s acquaintance in the country of Xia, as an excellent second generation, is likely to become the future partner of the He family, and happened to come to Citigroup to do business .It is normal for businessmen to manage relationships. In He Weisi's view, it is just entertaining one more junior child.

There are no major events this year. Adults have jobs, and minors have to go to school. By the fourth day of the fourth day, there are only He Weisi, He Shenwei, and a group of old servants left in the old house.The two of Fang Hong arrived at dusk, and the noisy New Year's guests during the day also left.

The New Year gift that Hong Xinyao sent was two sticks of old wild ginseng and a box of high-quality deer antlers, which were scavenged from the second brother-in-law Du Huanxin.He once asked He Shenwei about Qi Jiaying, and after dinner, Aunt He politely changed the topic to the history of the old man's struggle to make a fortune overseas.There is no old man who doesn't like to talk about this. He couldn't stop at the beginning, and he also commented on various characters in the middle. Naturally, it was inevitable to mention Qi Jiaying, a wealthy tycoon hiding on Little Pearl Island.

Hearing all kinds of legendary experiences, the two juniors were fascinated.It's just that the focus of attention and the object of emotion for the two of Fang Hong are often completely different.Listening to one as an anecdote and learning as a textbook gave the old man enough sense of accomplishment.

Hong Xinyao deliberately inquired about Qi Jiaying, and skillfully dragged the topic.

The story of the old man came to an end, and he began to express his emotions: "Qi Jiaying made his debut halfway, and started from scratch. Naturally, his ability is extraordinary. But it's not obvious how talented he is. In terms of talent alone, I'm not boasting. The children of the He family may not be boasting." Not as good as him. But this person has one advantage, which is really rare, that is, he is not arrogant in victory, and not discouraged in defeat. It's half false modesty."

Speaking of this, he suddenly paused, half-closed his eyes, and vaguely glanced at Young Master Hong's flattering smile.

Seeing the old man looking at him, Hong Xinyao subconsciously smiled even more happily.It was only when He Shenwei's expression narrowed that he realized it.He said that there is no silver 300 taels here, so he simply stopped pretending, changed his normal expression, and asked, "Grandpa, would you like some tea?"

He Weisi was amused by his aboveboard rogue style, and deliberately said with a stern face: "You can't do it, your heart is not sincere, and your hands are not steady. You come to Zhirou."

Fang Sishen smiled, picked up the water bottle and gave everyone a round of refills.

"His Qi family is rich and powerful, and he never puts on airs. Every time he goes to a place, he must first visit the elders and famous people. He is ashamed. With his age, he has also brought people to sit at the door several times."

Hong Xinyao raised his eyebrows when he heard the phrase "never put on airs".Fang Sishen couldn't help laughing when he thought of the aggrieved experience he told himself about meeting Qi Jiaying on Pearl Island.

He Weisi saw that there was an article in it, and raised his eyes from behind the teacup: "Huh?"

The opportunity was not lost, Young Master Hong immediately said: "Because of a small business, I met this Mr. Qi years ago. Obviously he was the one who asked me to go, but in the end we just drank a cup of tea and nothing was discussed. You He said, what does he mean by that?"

He Weisi didn't expect that this young man in his twenties was qualified to meet and discuss business with Qi Jiaying, and he was taken aback in his heart.Of course nothing could be seen on his face, and he slowly put down the glass: "Since he was the one who found you, why are you in a hurry?"

Hong Xinyao was taken aback, and rubbed the back of his head: "It's also..." Suddenly he realized, "Well, I didn't know what to do at the time, I prepared a lot of words, and when I met people, I didn't pour out a single word. Afterwards, there will always be something I'm not stable, and I always feel that I'm being calculated by others. It's because you are so good, you made my heart brighten up."

This sentence is a real flattery made out of the heart, without any adulteration.

He Weisi continued to talk happily, and compared several people of the same generation as Qi Jiaying, each had a different fate.At the end, he sighed: "Fortune is the most difficult thing to predict. If you want me to say, a wife is a good husband, a family is harmonious and everything is prosperous. Qi Jiaying's luck is better than others, because she married a good wife. In terms of background, education, appearance, At that time, the Miss Wei family, who was not much better than him? She just fell in love with this poor boy and devoted herself to helping and taking care of her. As a result, the starting point and development space were quite different. If it weren't for this wife, he might not be where he is today. Such an achievement. Look at those few who can't pick their wives, their families have broken up, and their people have fallen..."

Turning to He Shenwei: "Shen Xing is an example. I picked Yahan for him. It's great, but it's a pity that he left early. Look at who he chose, but fortunately he left quickly. It's so high and far away. They are all better than their Lao Tzu, this is the blessing of the He family."

No one expected that the old man would make a lot of comments, and the final point would be to marry a good wife.

He Shenwei couldn't laugh or cry, Fang Sishen couldn't answer.Only Young Master Hong nodded his head, expressing deep sympathy: "It makes sense, what you said is simply too reasonable!"

Unexpectedly, the old man said to Fang Sishen again: "Zhirou, you said last time that you have already decided on someone you like. I plan to stay in the capital for the second half of the year. When the time comes, I will bring it here and show it to Grandpa."

Fang Sishen was startled, and responded in a panic: "Okay...when it's convenient..."

"Uncle, didn't you say you went to Dongping to look at the house?" He Shenwei changed the subject.At He Weisi's age, he couldn't afford to travel long distances a few times.Going back to Xia Kingdom in the second half of this year means that Ye Luo will return to his roots, and he plans to settle down in his hometown Dongping.

So that's the end of the topic about the good wife.The old man rested early, Fang Hong and He Shenwei changed places to continue chatting.

He Shenwei asked: "Really leave tomorrow, don't you want to stay for a few more days?"

Fang Sishen shook his head: "No. If Grandpa sees it, he will be angry, right?"

Seeing them sitting next to each other naturally, He Shenwei smiled: "I will arrange the accommodation, you will sleep in the suite at the back. Grandpa gets up early, and usually goes downstairs for breakfast at seven o'clock."

During the new year, out of politeness, He Shenwei greeted Fang Sishen's father.Hearing that Director Fang is not allowed to rest during the Spring Festival, he said with a casual smile, "I'm so busy, when will your father be promoted?"

Fang Sishen was a little embarrassed: "Auntie, why are you making such a joke?"

Unexpectedly, Hong Xinyao continued: "Uncle Fang will be sixty years old, right? How can it be impossible to get another promotion before retiring?"

Fang Sishen had never thought about this before, and looked at him in surprise.

He Shenwei also became serious: "One more promotion, then you will be the director."

However, Hong Xinyao said to Fang Sishen: "What are you looking at me like that for? Isn't it the director of education? Others can do it, why can't our dad do it? In my opinion, our dad is probably better than others when he does it."

He Shenwei smiled and asked: "Zhirou, you yourself work in the university, and your father is an official and a government official. Don't you know the truth?"

Fang Sishen was questioned.After a while, he hesitated and said: "When he was the dean in the past, some people said it was good, and some people said it was bad. As far as I know, there should be a little more people who say good, but it is probably the same now." Smiled, "But Even if someone feels bad right now, they definitely won’t say it out loud. You have to ask me about my own feelings, but I don’t really feel much. I always feel that…in the current system, the role of individuals is very limited.”

Seeing the disapproval of the two audience members, he added: "I don't know what restraints the rulers will be subject to when they are in office, but it is not uncommon for the policies to be completely overturned after leaving office. The consequences sometimes remain the same as before. Worse."

The two of them stopped talking.

Finally He Shenwei sighed: "Zhirou, you..." I don't know how to describe it.

Hong Xinyao yawned, grabbed Fang Sishen's shoulders, rubbed his eyes and said, "Guy, don't you know? He's just like this, grinning like an old man, looking at Xuanhu, he can collapse with one bite." Lose your teeth."

He Shenwei laughed happily.Seeing how sleepy he was, remembering that he had been on a long-distance flight for more than ten hours, he didn't stop for a moment when he got off the plane, so he got up and said, "Let's go, I'll take you two to the room."

Fang Sishen slapped off the paws around his neck, his face turned red: "Who is the big grin?"

Hong Xinyao knew that he was shy in front of others, so he followed behind with a giggle.

The residence was settled properly, He Shenwei told the servant in charge of the guest room, stood in the small hall of the suite and said good night to the two.Before turning around and going out, he said to Fang Sishen as if inadvertently: "I have always had a small doubt in my heart, and I forgot about it when I saw you a few times, just now I remembered it. It might be a bit abrupt..."

"You just say it's okay."

"It's your name. I mean the name Fang Sishen. Your father once said that it was to commemorate your cousin Shen Si." He Shenwei looked at Fang Sishen's face, "I didn't think about it at the time, but later I felt strange, why...your father Don't use your name to commemorate your mother?"

There are only a handful of people who know the real origin of Fang Sishen's name, and this is the first time someone has raised a question with a keen female intuition.

Fang Sishen said slowly: "I am not very clear about the grievances and grievances of the previous generation. It seems that there is no need to find out. I think it is enough for the dead to rest in peace and the living to be comforted. Last time... Uncle The old photos I found were given to my father, and he liked them very much.”

He Shenwei froze for a moment, then slowly raised her hand to cover her mouth.After a while, he put it down again, his eyes were slightly red: "So it's like this... This is really... Zhirou, I'm sorry."

Fang Sishen shook his head.He Shenwei let out a long sigh, closed the door and went out.

Turning around, seeing Hong Xinyao still staring at himself blankly, he said, "You're not sleepy, go take a shower and sleep."

Hong Xinyao frowned inexplicably: "What do you mean by what you said to our aunt just now? Could it be...it's not your father and mother, but..."

Fang Sishen nodded: "That's what you guessed."

"What?!" Hong Xinyao got his confirmation and didn't close his mouth for a long time.

Pushed by Fang Sishen to the bathroom, he scratched his hair and said, "I also said that Aunt He and our dad are both single, and they are a good match. I'm thinking about drawing a red line."

Fang Sishen exploded as soon as he heard it: "You must not mess around."

"Now I know, of course there is no such thing. Besides, this is nonsense. Didn't you hear people say that caring for the elders is more important than spiritual care. Our dad should also find a companion, so as not to be so lonely all the time. "Put the second half of the sentence in my stomach: bullying my son all day long.

Fang Sishen stood still.After a long while, he said: "Why don't you find a chance to try it... Don't let him know that you know, and don't be too eager, just try to ask casually, anyway, don't let him see it. Go ask... ...better than me asking."

"Success." Hong Xinyao agreed, and didn't ask why it was better to ask by himself, so he took off his clothes and took off for him by the way.

"Also, try to mention the He family as little as possible in front of my dad, and vice versa. Aunts, uncles and grandpas of the He family have opinions on my dad. There are many things that cannot be explained. We can only... mention as little as possible. "

Hong Xinyao began to unbutton his shirt: "Got it." He said in his heart that when Director Fang becomes Director Fang, the old man of the He family still wants to go back to his hometown and settle down. The old grievances in the past may become new friendships in the future. Opinions" can have more opinions.Kiss him: "Don't worry about it, which one of them is not a human being? It's not your turn to worry about this."

After saying this, he turned on the hot water and stood under the nozzle with his arms around him.

The heat flowed down from the top of the head, and the soaked skin seemed to have a strong suction, sticking tightly together spontaneously.

Both of them closed their eyes, searching for each other in the rapid mist. The sound of rushing water automatically isolated the world that only belonged to each other, covering up the intermittent moans that made people jealous and heartbeat.

Fang Sishen's waist and legs felt weak for a while, and he was all supported by the opponent.I felt his hand move from the front to the back, struggling to move: "Ah Yao, sleep first. Tomorrow..."

"I slept all the way on the plane, how can I sleep now?"

"You weren't..."

"Just pretending." Hong Xinyao suddenly lowered his body slightly, and hugged him up.

Fang Sishen exclaimed, but his legs wrapped around his waist reflexively.From head to toe, the whole person is moist and pale, like a peach blossom drenched by spring rain, embarrassing and gorgeous.

Hong Xinyao breathed out contentedly: "It's better as it is... Don't worry, I have a sense of proportion, and I won't let you face others tomorrow."

He really did what he said, he didn't play tricks, he didn't procrastinate, he took a shower in a proper manner after finishing the work, and the two of them lay down on the bed together.Fang Sishen lay lazily in his arms, a pure and lasting happiness came from the position where the skin was close to each other, and echoed continuously inside the body, without any words or actions to destroy it.

Lying until the bones were crispy, Hong Xinyao sat up and said, "I'll bring water to drink."

Fang Sishen glanced casually, and saw a black and blue stripe on his back near his left shoulder.Such scars used to be extremely familiar, but they haven't appeared for a long time.

"Ah Yao, what happened to your back?"

"Ah?" Hong Xinyao touched back, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt." He walked back with the cup in his hand, saw Fang Sishen's expression, and asked, "Obviously?"

Fang Sishen looked at him: "It was your dad who hit him again?"

"No, it's my second sister." First Young Master Hong raised the corner of his mouth, "That year when my father had a showdown, all his cronies were present, and he gave me a ban afterwards. Later, when I started to take charge, no one dared to spread rumors. Although I don’t mention it, almost everyone in the family knows about it. The problem is that my second sister doesn’t know about it. When she came back to pay New Year’s greetings on the second day of junior high school, she actually wanted to be a matchmaker for me. This year my third sister also went back, and I still I didn’t speak, but this big mouth recruited for me. I saw that the second sister was very angry, and wanted to talk about it later. Who knew that when I turned around, the mahogany chair took its turn..."

Fang Sishen was stunned, and said, "Come here and let me have a look."

"It's really okay, I just knocked the edge of my leg. It's a small chair, and she can't move the big one." Hong Xinyao said so, but sat down on the edge of the bed obediently, waiting to be stroked.

He sighed greatly: "I was looked after by the second sister. She wanted me to be successful, and she was more serious than my father. My father had three daughters in a row, and the fortune teller told him that he was destined to have no children. So when I got angry If you leave him, he will yell that I never gave birth to you, a bastard, and I have never cared about me since I was a child. On the contrary, my second sister is more caring than him... But now she has her own son to take care of, so she is angry It’s okay to be angry, but it’s not really going to happen. It’s okay.”

Fang Sishen took a closer look at his back and found that there was no serious problem. Then he sighed and lay down: "Then you left them and ran away?"

"Otherwise, what's the matter?" Hong Xinyao lay down side by side, "Actually, something happened a year ago, and my second sister was asked to come back and work with my dad, so she couldn't take care of me."

Fang Sishen knew that the Hong family was basically in charge of him now, why should his father and second sister come forward?

Just listen to Hong Xinyao casually said: "A former small mine owner, after the reorganization and rectification, he didn't get anything. As far as the property he earned in the past, it would take two lifetimes. The problem is that since the mine disappeared, his wife , a third-rate singer much younger than him, took most of his property and ran away. The rest was taken to the border by himself to gamble, and he lost it all in a few days. He ran back to Hejin and got some explosives for mining. body, come to our house to make a fuss, and I will die with my father."

Fang Sishen was startled by him: "Huh?"

Hong Xinyao patted him: "What is this kind of idiot? They were caught and locked up at that time. The higher-ups were already discussing the issue of this group of people's second ventures. When this incident happened, they immediately paid attention to it. I guess it will wait until the Chinese New Year is over. A policy can be issued to save these local turtles who have money to burn, and have nothing to do, and work to death all day long. Many of them are old acquaintances of my father and my second sister. The above said it nicely. The prestige of Mr. Hong. The old man healed his scars and forgot the pain, and his bones were lightened a few taels. He dragged his daughter to contact his old friends and shouted, "Second entrepreneurship, for the benefit of the people". Raising pigs and chickens, breeding Vegetable pressing, there are all kinds of tricks, haha."

He hugged Fang Sishen into his arms: "I see that I can steal some leisure, so why don't you run away. I have sung good faces for him, and finally got a chance to sing good faces. Let him do it by himself."

Fang Sishen hugged him back: "Ah Yao, I'm very worried."

Hong Xinyao stared into his eyes: "Brother, I'm telling you this, not to worry you. A few bastard clowns who don't appear on the stage can't make a difference, I'm afraid he's a bird! Go up, and accept the order in the face of danger. How do you say that? By the way, only when the sea is flowing, can you show your true qualities of a hero..."

Fang Sishen couldn't help but smiled and kissed her: "What a boldness, what a literary talent."

Hong Xinyao accidentally blushed: "Hey, you're laughing at me again!"

Fang Sishen stated seriously: "No, really not." His expression darkened, and he said softly, "Ah Yao, you have to be more careful."

"I will. Brother, two years, at most another two years, I will not care about Hejin's affairs, and concentrate on doing a good job in the business of Xintang, selling antique calligraphy and paintings, so elegant and safe."

Fang Sishen nodded: "Well, good."

Hong Xinyao said: "I reckon that the person surnamed Qi hangs around like this, probably because he can't trust me, and he has to check the details again." Gritting his teeth, "Cut, I just think I'm too young!"

Fang Sishen touched his head: "Since ancient times, heroes have been born in youth. The emperor of the Qing Dynasty captured the powerful ministers and took charge of the government at the age of 16; Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty ascended the throne at the Xuanwu Gate at the age of 27. The poet I admire the most, Xin Jiaxuan, led dozens of horses across the enemy camp. Nan Gui, the leader of the traitor in the Ten Thousand Army, is only 22 years old, just about the same age as you are now."

Hong Xinyao's heart was filled with pride, and he plunged into his arms with an "Aww", "Brother, I knew that you are the best to me, you are the best..."