Arty Records

Republic 70, summer vacation.

Fang Sishen is preparing lessons at home. After the "Xiadian" project, he consciously took fewer research topics and took more classes at different levels.With a little more leisure during the holidays, I stayed at home to prepare, and at the same time wrote two papers that were not in a hurry to be published, and proofread manuscripts that were requested by favors.

At dusk, I got up and took a walk in the yard, then went into the kitchen to cook dinner with Aunt Changgui.At first there were few people in this house, whenever Fang Sishen was free, he would cook by himself as he did when the two of them lived in the apartment in the past.Later, Hong Xinyao couldn't bear to move some valuable things to the house, so he had to move in together with the bodyguards. As the tide rose, the number of cooks and drivers also increased, just like a rich man's mansion.

Before Fang Sishen had any objections, he couldn't take it anymore, there were too many people in the eyes.After half a year of tossing around, I also bought the one next to the back row, remodeled it extensively, and made it a warehouse and staff dormitory.For example, Xiao Zhao, the head of the internal affairs, Liu Huanhan, the head of the bodyguard, and the like, it is very convenient to recruit them as soon as they come and go.

The main house is still two people lengthening your aunt.The loyal dog Dahua passed away last year. He once hooked up with a female of the same kind in the same residential area and left a litter of offspring.The family notified this place, so Fang Sishen went over and picked out the one who looked the most like his father, and called him Dahua.The family environment returned to its former comfort and tranquility, and Fang Sishen also resumed his previous habit of hard work, cooking whenever he was free.

Hong Xinyao came back by coincidence, and he had time to help chop the garlic and pick two shallots.After serving the table, I praised each dish several times, and when serving the meal, the bowl was delivered directly to Chef Fang's mouth, and I really wanted to feed it into my mouth with my own hands.

Fang Sishen looked at him suspiciously: "Going on a business trip again?"

"No, I'll be in Beijing this month."

"Dad gave you another look?"

"No, no, what are you talking about?"

Fang Sishen ate his food and smiled: "Do you want me to translate the materials for you?"

Young Master Hong had an upright face: "Is it all for nothing to raise such high-achieving students from prestigious schools?"

Fang Sishen stopped asking, and just let him serve.Suddenly, my heart trembled: Could it be... some new tricks...

His face was instantly reddened, burning hot, and he almost couldn't hold the chopsticks steadily.

Concealed hastily: "I'm a little thirsty, I'll go get a glass of water."

Hong Xinyao moved faster than him: "I'll go, I'll go."

Taking advantage of this time, Fang Sishen calmed down, and his doubts became more serious: Normally, he had already caught him in such a state, what was on his mind today?

After dinner, the two walked their dogs along the Wanyue River.This piece of greening is well done, with all kinds of flowers, plants and trees along the coast, pavilions, terraces and corridors. Although there are too many artificial traces, it is better than clean and beautiful.There are no stars in the sky, but the river water is still clear.Hong Xinyao explained his itinerary for the day, and asked Fang Sishen about his actions in the morning and afternoon. After a long silence, he said, "Brother, I have something... I want to discuss with you."

"what's up?"

"It's just... You know, Second Sister, the eldest of her family, comes to Beijing every year to see a doctor. This year, she may come to live with us for a while."

The eldest son of Hong Yulan and Du Huanxin is already eight years old.Because the year of his birth coincided with the successful ascension of the Daxia manned spaceship, he was named Du Yuxiang.Before Du Yuxiang was three years old, he lived in the escalating family war between his parents.The most serious time, the couple saw their popularity, which frightened the son into a fool for half a year, and he tried his best to get better.Since then, the older I got, the more withdrawn I became, and I went to kindergarten and school intermittently.In recent years, I have been to Beijing every year to see a psychiatrist.

Hong Yulan has a deep grudge against Hong Xinyao's liking for men.Every time I go to the capital, I always take my son to live in a guest house in the military region, and never refuse to go to my brother's house.

Hong Xinyao slowly explained to the people around him: "Didn't the couple have another second child, who is also three years old this year. Because of the eldest brother's affairs, the whole family will inevitably pay more attention to the second child. The little guy is a ghost again. The spirit is naturally very cute. A while ago, I don’t know where I irritated the boss. The situation was much better, but I went back. This time, I’m afraid I’ll have to be cured for at least a month, and I can’t live in a guest house all the time .so……"

Fang Sishen stopped and looked at him: "It's all my family, it should be."

Hong Xinyao was still very embarrassed: "I'm afraid..."

Fang Sishen thought about it, and said: "If you are afraid that your second sister will not accept it, I will go to Huangpa Xiejie to live for a while."

After He Weisi passed away, he left the No. 13 courtyard in Huangpa Xie Street to his nephew He Zhirou in his will, so the courtyard returned to Fang Sishen's name.

Hong Xinyao really thought about whether to let Fang Sishen avoid it for a while, but when he heard these words come out of his mouth, he suddenly felt very uncomfortable, and immediately changed his mind: "I haven't finished talking yet! Who will allow you to be alone?" People running outside? I'm afraid you won't be able to take it. My second sister's temper, plus a kid like a ticking time bomb, will definitely make it hard to be quiet. If you can't take it, you can't take it...you can give it to me if you can't take it Take it!" The tone weakened immediately, "Let them live downstairs, with Aunt Changgui watching over you, and you do your things upstairs. I will try to spend more time at home..."

Fang Sishen pursed his lips and smiled: "Okay, I understand, if I can't bear it, I will definitely bear it."

At this time, it was completely dark, and there were only a few pedestrians left on the road.Hong Xinyao turned around and hugged him tightly: "Actually, it's also an opportunity for Second Sister to offer to come home..."

Facts have proved that the situation is far less severe than the young couple expected.

Every morning, Hong Yulan takes her son to the hospital for psychological counseling. In the afternoon, she watches TV and reads storybooks with her son. In the evening, Hong Xinyao and Fang Sishen go for a walk. There, the mother and son are separated by tens of meters, also walking by the river.Eight-year-old Du Yuxiang is quiet and dull, and he can hardly hear him.No matter what you do, you have to repeatedly urge the mother to demonstrate before you can move, slow and rigid like a puppet.Hong Yulan was originally a short-tempered person, but she was tempered by her son and changed her temper. She is far from the fiery and aggressive demeanor she used to be.Coupled with the fact that I have been dealing with a psychiatrist for a long time, my concept has been subtly influenced, and I may not be as repulsive to homosexuality as I was before.Occasionally bumping into each other at home, Fang Sishen nodded with a smile. At first she ignored it, but as the number of times increased, she gradually nodded with a stiff expression as a response.

A week later, Fang Sishen returned to normal work and rest, doing what he should do.Seeing the young couple cooking in the kitchen for the first time, shoulder to shoulder, head to head, Hong Yulan was stunned for a long time, and finally said nothing.

At noon that day, Fang Sishen leaned on a recliner on the semi-open balcony of the living room on the first floor to proofread.Turn off the air conditioner and open the window, the sun is thick and the south wind is blowing, it is very comfortable.Hong Xinyao was worried that his sister and nephew were here, so he endured it for more than a week.Later, it seemed that life was basically unaffected. It was rare that Fang Sishen was at home on vacation, and the nights gradually became more and more violent, which made Fang Sishen get up later and later in the morning, and only ate two meals a day.Often when he got up, the mother and son had already gone out.

I don't know if Hong Yulan was afraid of causing trouble to him or if she didn't want to be alone with him, she took her son to eat at Cuiwei Building before returning at noon.At this time, Fang Sishen had tactfully gone back upstairs.

Aunt Changgui came over to ask what to have for lunch, Fang Sishen said: "I still had a lot of soup made yesterday, just order some noodles."

After reading a few more pages, the breeze was blowing really comfortably, and I was tired all over, but now I only feel my bones and muscles are weak, and I tilt my head and feel drowsy.Hearing a sound in the dimness, she stretched her arms and turned her head. Hong Yulan held Du Yuxiang's hand and stood at the door of the living room.Unexpectedly, he quickly got up and greeted with a smile, "Are you back?"

Hong Yulan nodded at him, then turned her face away.Fang Sishen originally wanted to ask a few more questions, but seeing her reaction like this, I was afraid that it would be wrong to say too much, and mistakenly thought that she was not welcome to come back early, so she didn't say anything, and was temporarily cold.

He had no idea that the problem was with him.It's not that the clothes are disheveled, because there is a long-haired aunt in the family who always dresses properly before going downstairs.However, lying on the balcony with cheeks flushed, lips moist, eyebrows and eyes dense, wearing a light-colored silk shirt with a small stand-up collar, and holding a manuscript in his hand, he looked seventy percent elegant and thirty percent romantic.In the eyes of Ms. Hong Er, a mature young woman who is good at discerning but rarely interacts with cultural people, she just feels indescribably attractive.Afraid of looking at it a few more times, I couldn't help but blush on the spot.But she didn't know that Fang Sishen would never be seen outside this house with Fang Sishen's appearance.

Aunt Changgui asked: "Second Miss and Young Master haven't eaten yet, have they?"

Hong Yulan explained that Cuiwei Building accepted the wedding banquet today, although a small private room was reserved, but Du Yuxiang was very uncomfortable with the crowds and noise, so he came back without entering the door.Finally said: "Just eat whatever you want, we will eat whatever you eat."

Aunt Changgui responded, turned and went into the kitchen, Fang Sishen put down the things in her hands, and followed into the kitchen.Two people turned into four, and there were children, so I didn't want to be too sloppy, so I helped add two dishes.

During the meal, Du Yuxiang probably hadn't recovered yet, no matter what his mother said or did, he just put the food into his mouth mechanically, without even raising his eyes.As Hong Yulan was talking, she suddenly fell silent, and the meal ended in silence.Fang Sishen sighed inwardly, put down the bowls and chopsticks, cleaned up the balcony, and prepared to go upstairs with the manuscript.

Unexpectedly, the child was silently squatting in the middle of the living room, looking at the pattern on the carpet, Fang Sishen didn't notice it, and when he realized it, his legs had already moved halfway.He moved a step abruptly, because he was afraid of kicking him, and he used a dozen of strength. If he hadn't supported the back of the sofa in time, he would have twisted himself on the ground, and the proofs in his hand would naturally scatter everywhere.

It just so happened that Hong Yulan walked out of the kitchen carrying the fruit, she could see clearly, she put down the plate and came over to help pick it up.Seeing his son grab one, he immediately stretched out his hand to snatch it: "This is uncle's important thing, you can't take it."

However, instead of letting go, Du Yuxiang squeezed even tighter, grabbing one side with one hand, and the paper was immediately wrinkled by him.

Hong Yulan was a little anxious.Miss Hong Er has inherited the good genes of the Hong family, and has a certain degree of awe for cultural knowledge.Back then, Fang Sishen was collecting folk songs in Hejin, and he was treated very politely by the second lady.After more than ten years of meeting, of course I can't recognize him anymore.But Fang Sishen's current status as a university professor actually has a deterrent effect.Seeing that the pages were full of words, few of them could read them all, Hong Yulan subconsciously felt that this stack of papers was quite sacred and could not be damaged.

"Xiaoyu, be good, give it to mom."

Du Yuxiang lowered his head, staring at the words on the paper without moving.

Afraid that the paper would be torn, Hong Yulan broke her son's fingers with all her strength, with a hint of anxiety in her tone: "What are you doing with this, hurry up, don't give it to Mom!"

Fang Sishen saw the little boy stubbornly fighting with his mother, his knuckles were red and white, and hurriedly said: "It's okay, just print another copy. Let go, don't hurt the child."

Hong Yulan wiped the sweat from her forehead: "Damn child! It's really..."

Fang Sishen comforted: "There is an electronic version, it really doesn't matter."

Seeing the pattern on the carpet, my heart moved: "Xiaoyu...does he like the pattern on this carpet very much?"

"Yeah, I lie here and watch for a long time every afternoon, and the TV just sits there, without even turning my head." In fact, whenever Du Yuxiang lay on the ground, Hong Yulan couldn't help worrying that if his son left Picking at the carpet of his uncle's house, what can I do?

The carpet in the living room is one of the souvenirs surrounding the special exhibition of the fifth anniversary of the discovery of the "Six Artifacts of Nine Streams".The manuscript proofread by Fang Sishen is the favor of Lu Kuiliang, the old director of the research institute, who checks a children's version of the ancient Xia language text evolution graphic dictionary, explaining a word on each page, from pictographic pictures, oracle bone inscriptions to official script, regular script, Vibrant colors and complete body.

Du Yuxiang still held on to the proof sheet without looking up, and the conversation around him fell on deaf ears.

Fang Sishen asked: "Did the doctor say that he is particularly sensitive to words and symbols?"

Hong Yulan nodded: "The doctor said so. As long as he has read the characters, no matter how complicated the strokes are, he can remember them. Not only can he read, but he can also write." The mother frowned, and the more she spoke, the more frustrated she became, " But what's the use? He doesn't know the meaning at all, he's about to be in the third grade, he can't read the text, he can't write a sentence..." Because of this reason, Du Yuxiang has never scored double digits in the Chinese test so far.

Fang Sishen understood that this was because the sound, form and meaning could not be connected together, and it probably belonged to the problem of language cognition.He is not an expert, and there is nothing he can do to help, he can only worry about others.

At this time, Du Yuxiang suddenly threw away the piece of paper in his hand, picked up another one and began to read.Hong Yulan saw it, and immediately started a new round of competition with her son.Fang Sishen hurriedly stopped him: "It really doesn't matter, let him see it, and it won't look bad."

He simply sat down on the carpet and slowly sorted out the manuscript with messy page numbers.The scattered papers on the ground gradually disappeared, and when Du Yuxiang finished reading one, Fang Sishen gave him a new one, and took a pen to continue proofreading.The two sat opposite each other, without a word of dialogue, they actually had a tacit understanding.Later, Fang Sishen wanted to try him out, and deliberately handed over a piece of paper that he had read before, but the child glanced at it and refused to accept it at all.Fang Sishen immediately changed Zhang Xin's, looked up and smiled at Hong Yulan who was on the sofa: "Sure enough, I have a photographic memory, it's so powerful, I can't be fooled!"

For the next few days, every afternoon was like this. Fang Sishen's manuscript was almost proofread, and Du Yuxiang also read half of a picture dictionary.This day, Fang Sishen specially asked Xiao Zhao to drive, and went to find Ou Pingxiang.Because I had lunch with my brother-in-law, Hong Yulan's mother and son had already been sitting in the living room for a long time when they came back.Du Yuxiang didn't have a dictionary to read, and he didn't make any noise. He still lay on the carpet, studying the patterns of the inscriptions with a stern face, and he never seemed to get tired of reading them.

Fang Sishen brought back a disk from Ou Pingxiang, which was an animation demonstration video of ancient characters newly developed by Shengzhi Technology.The music starts and the CD starts playing, but the child's attention is still on the carpet.Hong Yulan saw his intention and got up to drag Du Yuxiang to the TV.Fang Sishen waved his hand and went upstairs holding the CD.After a while, take a tablet computer down and put it in front of the child.Throughout the afternoon, Du Yuxiang never looked away.

Since then, holding a tablet and watching videos has become a compulsory course for Du Yuxiang every afternoon.

Half a month later, Hong Yulan called Fang Sishen who was about to go upstairs: "Hey, that... Fang, Teacher Fang."

Fang Sishen stopped, put his arms on the armrest, and said with a smile, "Second sister can just call me by my name." Hong Yulan was nearly two years older than him, so there was no pressure to address her as Hong Xinyao did.

Hong Yulan was obviously a little nervous: "No, it's nothing, it's just that the doctor said that Xiaoyu began to understand the meaning of some words. I told him about the movie I was watching, and he said it was very symptomatic and could help him with that. , the abstract symbols and... the concrete, that is, the connection between those things and pictures..."

Fang Sishen nodded and said: "That video is to demonstrate how concrete images evolve into abstract text symbols. I also listened to a colleague's suggestion from the School of Education. He said that for children, words form meaning mainly through communication. Like Xiaoyu is not good at communication like this, so he needs to use some other medium to unify meaning and symbols. As long as it is useful, the second series will be released in a few months, and I will send it to you at that time."

Fang Sishen was very happy and went upstairs with ease.How could Hong Yulan not be able to understand the meaning behind his words, it was really hard work, and she had to have this level of knowledge, if she offered to help, she would get an idea.I was so excited that I didn't even say thank you until I was out of sight.

At night, when the young couple was in love, Hong Xinyao hugged the person in his arms and muttered, "Second sister said she wanted to thank you."

"Nothing, luckily."

Hong Xinyao smiled and said: "Don't be polite to me, this is really a great achievement. I want her not to play tricks. When will my dad be persuaded to let us go back to celebrate the New Year together? When will she repay the favor."

Fang Sishen also smiled: "You were brought up by her, so what?"

"So I took myself out, and she owes you."

Fang Sishen sighed: "What are my family members talking about? It's a pity to look at a well-behaved child."

Republic 70, summer vacation.

Fang Sishen is preparing lessons at home. After the "Xiadian" project, he consciously took fewer research topics and took more classes at different levels.With a little more leisure during the holidays, I stayed at home to prepare, and at the same time wrote two papers that were not in a hurry to be published, and proofread manuscripts that were requested by favors.

At dusk, I got up and took a walk in the yard, then went into the kitchen to cook dinner with Aunt Changgui.At first there were few people in this house, whenever Fang Sishen was free, he would cook by himself as he did when the two of them lived in the apartment in the past.Later, Hong Xinyao couldn't bear to move some valuable things to the house, so he had to move in together with the bodyguards. As the tide rose, the number of cooks and drivers also increased, just like a rich man's mansion.

Before Fang Sishen had any objections, he couldn't take it anymore, there were too many people in the eyes.After half a year of tossing around, I also bought the one next to the back row, remodeled it extensively, and made it a warehouse and staff dormitory.For example, Xiao Zhao, the head of the internal affairs, Liu Huanhan, the head of the bodyguard, and the like, it is very convenient to recruit them as soon as they come and go.

The main house is still two people lengthening your aunt.The loyal dog Dahua passed away last year. He once hooked up with a female of the same kind in the same residential area and left a litter of offspring.The family notified this place, so Fang Sishen went over and picked out the one who looked the most like his father, and called him Dahua.The family environment returned to its former comfort and tranquility, and Fang Sishen also resumed his previous habit of hard work, cooking whenever he was free.

Hong Xinyao came back by coincidence, and he had time to help chop the garlic and pick two shallots.After serving the table, I praised each dish several times, and when serving the meal, the bowl was delivered directly to Chef Fang's mouth, and I really wanted to feed it into my mouth with my own hands.

Fang Sishen looked at him suspiciously: "Going on a business trip again?"

"No, I'll be in Beijing this month."

"Dad gave you another look?"

"No, no, what are you talking about?"

Fang Sishen ate his food and smiled: "Do you want me to translate the materials for you?"

Young Master Hong had an upright face: "Is it all for nothing to raise such high-achieving students from prestigious schools?"

Fang Sishen stopped asking, and just let him serve.Suddenly, my heart trembled: Could it be... some new tricks...

His face was instantly reddened, burning hot, and he almost couldn't hold the chopsticks steadily.

Concealed hastily: "I'm a little thirsty, I'll go get a glass of water."

Hong Xinyao moved faster than him: "I'll go, I'll go."

Taking advantage of this time, Fang Sishen calmed down, and his doubts became more serious: Normally, he had already caught him in such a state, what was on his mind today?

After dinner, the two walked their dogs along the Wanyue River.This piece of greening is well done, with all kinds of flowers, plants and trees along the coast, pavilions, terraces and corridors. Although there are too many artificial traces, it is better than clean and beautiful.There are no stars in the sky, but the river water is still clear.Hong Xinyao explained his itinerary for the day, and asked Fang Sishen about his actions in the morning and afternoon. After a long silence, he said, "Brother, I have something... I want to discuss with you."

"what's up?"

"It's just... You know, Second Sister, the eldest of her family, comes to Beijing every year to see a doctor. This year, she may come to live with us for a while."

The eldest son of Hong Yulan and Du Huanxin is already eight years old.Because the year of his birth coincided with the successful ascension of the Daxia manned spaceship, he was named Du Yuxiang.Before Du Yuxiang was three years old, he lived in the escalating family war between his parents.The most serious time, the couple saw their popularity, which frightened the son into a fool for half a year, and he tried his best to get better.Since then, the older I got, the more withdrawn I became, and I went to kindergarten and school intermittently.In recent years, I have been to Beijing every year to see a psychiatrist.

Hong Yulan has a deep grudge against Hong Xinyao's liking for men.Every time I go to the capital, I always take my son to live in a guest house in the military region, and never refuse to go to my brother's house.

Hong Xinyao slowly explained to the people around him: "Didn't the couple have another second child, who is also three years old this year. Because of the eldest brother's affairs, the whole family will inevitably pay more attention to the second child. The little guy is a ghost again. The spirit is naturally very cute. A while ago, I don’t know where I irritated the boss. The situation was much better, but I went back. This time, I’m afraid I’ll have to be cured for at least a month, and I can’t live in a guest house all the time .so……"

Fang Sishen stopped and looked at him: "It's all my family, it should be."

Hong Xinyao was still very embarrassed: "I'm afraid..."

Fang Sishen thought about it, and said: "If you are afraid that your second sister will not accept it, I will go to Huangpa Xiejie to live for a while."

After He Weisi passed away, he left the No. 13 courtyard in Huangpa Xie Street to his nephew He Zhirou in his will, so the courtyard returned to Fang Sishen's name.

Hong Xinyao really thought about whether to let Fang Sishen avoid it for a while, but when he heard these words come out of his mouth, he suddenly felt very uncomfortable, and immediately changed his mind: "I haven't finished talking yet! Who will allow you to be alone?" People running outside? I'm afraid you won't be able to take it. My second sister's temper, plus a kid like a ticking time bomb, will definitely make it hard to be quiet. If you can't take it, you can't take it...you can give it to me if you can't take it Take it!" The tone weakened immediately, "Let them live downstairs, with Aunt Changgui watching over you, and you do your things upstairs. I will try to spend more time at home..."

Fang Sishen pursed his lips and smiled: "Okay, I understand, if I can't bear it, I will definitely bear it."

At this time, it was completely dark, and there were only a few pedestrians left on the road.Hong Xinyao turned around and hugged him tightly: "Actually, it's also an opportunity for Second Sister to offer to come home..."

Facts have proved that the situation is far less severe than the young couple expected.

Every morning, Hong Yulan takes her son to the hospital for psychological counseling. In the afternoon, she watches TV and reads storybooks with her son. In the evening, Hong Xinyao and Fang Sishen go for a walk. There, the mother and son are separated by tens of meters, also walking by the river.Eight-year-old Du Yuxiang is quiet and dull, and he can hardly hear him.No matter what you do, you have to repeatedly urge the mother to demonstrate before you can move, slow and rigid like a puppet.Hong Yulan was originally a short-tempered person, but she was tempered by her son and changed her temper. She is far from the fiery and aggressive demeanor she used to be.Coupled with the fact that I have been dealing with a psychiatrist for a long time, my concept has been subtly influenced, and I may not be as repulsive to homosexuality as I was before.Occasionally bumping into each other at home, Fang Sishen nodded with a smile. At first she ignored it, but as the number of times increased, she gradually nodded with a stiff expression as a response.

A week later, Fang Sishen returned to normal work and rest, doing what he should do.Seeing the young couple cooking in the kitchen for the first time, shoulder to shoulder, head to head, Hong Yulan was stunned for a long time, and finally said nothing.

At noon that day, Fang Sishen leaned on a recliner on the semi-open balcony of the living room on the first floor to proofread.Turn off the air conditioner and open the window, the sun is thick and the south wind is blowing, it is very comfortable.Hong Xinyao was worried that his sister and nephew were here, so he endured it for more than a week.Later, it seemed that life was basically unaffected. It was rare that Fang Sishen was at home on vacation, and the nights gradually became more and more violent, which made Fang Sishen get up later and later in the morning, and only ate two meals a day.Often when he got up, the mother and son had already gone out.

I don't know if Hong Yulan was afraid of causing trouble to him or if she didn't want to be alone with him, she took her son to eat at Cuiwei Building before returning at noon.At this time, Fang Sishen had tactfully gone back upstairs.

Aunt Changgui came over to ask what to have for lunch, Fang Sishen said: "I still had a lot of soup made yesterday, just order some noodles."

After reading a few more pages, the breeze was blowing really comfortably, and I was tired all over, but now I only feel my bones and muscles are weak, and I tilt my head and feel drowsy.Hearing a sound in the dimness, she stretched her arms and turned her head. Hong Yulan held Du Yuxiang's hand and stood at the door of the living room.Unexpectedly, he quickly got up and greeted with a smile, "Are you back?"

Hong Yulan nodded at him, then turned her face away.Fang Sishen originally wanted to ask a few more questions, but seeing her reaction like this, I was afraid that it would be wrong to say too much, and mistakenly thought that she was not welcome to come back early, so she didn't say anything, and was temporarily cold.

He had no idea that the problem was with him.It's not that the clothes are disheveled, because there is a long-haired aunt in the family who always dresses properly before going downstairs.However, lying on the balcony with cheeks flushed, lips moist, eyebrows and eyes dense, wearing a light-colored silk shirt with a small stand-up collar, and holding a manuscript in his hand, he looked seventy percent elegant and thirty percent romantic.In the eyes of Ms. Hong Er, a mature young woman who is good at discerning but rarely interacts with cultural people, she just feels indescribably attractive.Afraid of looking at it a few more times, I couldn't help but blush on the spot.But she didn't know that Fang Sishen would never be seen outside this house with Fang Sishen's appearance.

Aunt Changgui asked: "Second Miss and Young Master haven't eaten yet, have they?"

Hong Yulan explained that Cuiwei Building accepted the wedding banquet today, although a small private room was reserved, but Du Yuxiang was very uncomfortable with the crowds and noise, so he came back without entering the door.Finally said: "Just eat whatever you want, we will eat whatever you eat."

Aunt Changgui responded, turned and went into the kitchen, Fang Sishen put down the things in her hands, and followed into the kitchen.Two people turned into four, and there were children, so I didn't want to be too sloppy, so I helped add two dishes.

During the meal, Du Yuxiang probably hadn't recovered yet, no matter what his mother said or did, he just put the food into his mouth mechanically, without even raising his eyes.As Hong Yulan was talking, she suddenly fell silent, and the meal ended in silence.Fang Sishen sighed inwardly, put down the bowls and chopsticks, cleaned up the balcony, and prepared to go upstairs with the manuscript.

Unexpectedly, the child was silently squatting in the middle of the living room, looking at the pattern on the carpet, Fang Sishen didn't notice it, and when he realized it, his legs had already moved halfway.He moved a step abruptly, because he was afraid of kicking him, and he used a dozen of strength. If he hadn't supported the back of the sofa in time, he would have twisted himself on the ground, and the proofs in his hand would naturally scatter everywhere.

It just so happened that Hong Yulan walked out of the kitchen carrying the fruit, she could see clearly, she put down the plate and came over to help pick it up.Seeing his son grab one, he immediately stretched out his hand to snatch it: "This is uncle's important thing, you can't take it."

However, instead of letting go, Du Yuxiang squeezed even tighter, grabbing one side with one hand, and the paper was immediately wrinkled by him.

Hong Yulan was a little anxious.Miss Hong Er has inherited the good genes of the Hong family, and has a certain degree of awe for cultural knowledge.Back then, Fang Sishen was collecting folk songs in Hejin, and he was treated very politely by the second lady.After more than ten years of meeting, of course I can't recognize him anymore.But Fang Sishen's current status as a university professor actually has a deterrent effect.Seeing that the pages were full of words, few of them could read them all, Hong Yulan subconsciously felt that this stack of papers was quite sacred and could not be damaged.

"Xiaoyu, be good, give it to mom."

Du Yuxiang lowered his head, staring at the words on the paper without moving.

Afraid that the paper would be torn, Hong Yulan broke her son's fingers with all her strength, with a hint of anxiety in her tone: "What are you doing with this, hurry up, don't give it to Mom!"

Fang Sishen saw the little boy stubbornly fighting with his mother, his knuckles were red and white, and hurriedly said: "It's okay, just print another copy. Let go, don't hurt the child."

Hong Yulan wiped the sweat from her forehead: "Damn child! It's really..."

Fang Sishen comforted: "There is an electronic version, it really doesn't matter."

Seeing the pattern on the carpet, my heart moved: "Xiaoyu...does he like the pattern on this carpet very much?"

"Yeah, I lie here and watch for a long time every afternoon, and the TV just sits there, without even turning my head." In fact, whenever Du Yuxiang lay on the ground, Hong Yulan couldn't help worrying that if his son left Picking at the carpet of his uncle's house, what can I do?

The carpet in the living room is one of the souvenirs surrounding the special exhibition of the fifth anniversary of the discovery of the "Six Artifacts of Nine Streams".The manuscript proofread by Fang Sishen is the favor of Lu Kuiliang, the old director of the research institute, who checks a children's version of the ancient Xia language text evolution graphic dictionary, explaining a word on each page, from pictographic pictures, oracle bone inscriptions to official script, regular script, Vibrant colors and complete body.

Du Yuxiang still held on to the proof sheet without looking up, and the conversation around him fell on deaf ears.

Fang Sishen asked: "Did the doctor say that he is particularly sensitive to words and symbols?"

Hong Yulan nodded: "The doctor said so. As long as he has read the characters, no matter how complicated the strokes are, he can remember them. Not only can he read, but he can also write." The mother frowned, and the more she spoke, the more frustrated she became, " But what's the use? He doesn't know the meaning at all, he's about to be in the third grade, he can't read the text, he can't write a sentence..." Because of this reason, Du Yuxiang has never scored double digits in the Chinese test so far.

Fang Sishen understood that this was because the sound, form and meaning could not be connected together, and it probably belonged to the problem of language cognition.He is not an expert, and there is nothing he can do to help, he can only worry about others.

At this time, Du Yuxiang suddenly threw away the piece of paper in his hand, picked up another one and began to read.Hong Yulan saw it, and immediately started a new round of competition with her son.Fang Sishen hurriedly stopped him: "It really doesn't matter, let him see it, and it won't look bad."

He simply sat down on the carpet and slowly sorted out the manuscript with messy page numbers.The scattered papers on the ground gradually disappeared, and when Du Yuxiang finished reading one, Fang Sishen gave him a new one, and took a pen to continue proofreading.The two sat opposite each other, without a word of dialogue, they actually had a tacit understanding.Later, Fang Sishen wanted to try him out, and deliberately handed over a piece of paper that he had read before, but the child glanced at it and refused to accept it at all.Fang Sishen immediately changed Zhang Xin's, looked up and smiled at Hong Yulan who was on the sofa: "Sure enough, I have a photographic memory, it's so powerful, I can't be fooled!"

For the next few days, every afternoon was like this. Fang Sishen's manuscript was almost proofread, and Du Yuxiang also read half of a picture dictionary.This day, Fang Sishen specially asked Xiao Zhao to drive, and went to find Ou Pingxiang.Because I had lunch with my brother-in-law, Hong Yulan's mother and son had already been sitting in the living room for a long time when they came back.Du Yuxiang didn't have a dictionary to read, and he didn't make any noise. He still lay on the carpet, studying the patterns of the inscriptions with a stern face, and he never seemed to get tired of reading them.

Fang Sishen brought back a disk from Ou Pingxiang, which was an animation demonstration video of ancient characters newly developed by Shengzhi Technology.The music starts and the CD starts playing, but the child's attention is still on the carpet.Hong Yulan saw his intention and got up to drag Du Yuxiang to the TV.Fang Sishen waved his hand and went upstairs holding the CD.After a while, take a tablet computer down and put it in front of the child.Throughout the afternoon, Du Yuxiang never looked away.

Since then, holding a tablet and watching videos has become a compulsory course for Du Yuxiang every afternoon.

Half a month later, Hong Yulan called Fang Sishen who was about to go upstairs: "Hey, that... Fang, Teacher Fang."

Fang Sishen stopped, put his arms on the armrest, and said with a smile, "Second sister can just call me by my name." Hong Yulan was nearly two years older than him, so there was no pressure to address her as Hong Xinyao did.

Hong Yulan was obviously a little nervous: "No, it's nothing, it's just that the doctor said that Xiaoyu began to understand the meaning of some words. I told him about the movie I was watching, and he said it was very symptomatic and could help him with that. , the abstract symbols and... the concrete, that is, the connection between those things and pictures..."

Fang Sishen nodded and said: "That video is to demonstrate how concrete images evolve into abstract text symbols. I also listened to a colleague's suggestion from the School of Education. He said that for children, words form meaning mainly through communication. Like Xiaoyu is not good at communication like this, so he needs to use some other medium to unify meaning and symbols. As long as it is useful, the second series will be released in a few months, and I will send it to you at that time."

Fang Sishen was very happy and went upstairs with ease.How could Hong Yulan not be able to understand the meaning behind his words, it was really hard work, and she had to have this level of knowledge, if she offered to help, she would get an idea.I was so excited that I didn't even say thank you until I was out of sight.

At night, when the young couple was in love, Hong Xinyao hugged the person in his arms and muttered, "Second sister said she wanted to thank you."

"Nothing, luckily."

Hong Xinyao smiled and said: "Don't be polite to me, this is really a great achievement. I want her not to play tricks. When will my dad be persuaded to let us go back to celebrate the New Year together? When will she repay the favor."

Fang Sishen also smiled: "You were brought up by her, so what?"

"So I took myself out, and she owes you