Arty Records

Hong Xinyao didn't answer, touched his hand and turned off the air conditioner.

Fang Sishen said, "Aren't you too hot?"

"It's not yet July, how can it be so hot. It's not good to use the air conditioner." Sitting side by side on the bed, "Go to the old man tomorrow to get the pulse and get some medicine for sleeping."

"What kind of illness do you want to see?" Fang Sishen looked at him, "What did Dad tell you?"

"It's nothing, go to sleep." Hong Xinyao said in his heart, your father was cruel to me, cursing me to kill you short-lived on purpose, and talking nonsense when I'm old, can I tell you?

Fang Sishen shook his head: "Not sleepy." He smiled guiltyly, "Just a little tired." Changed the subject, "Is everything ready?"

"There are still two documents missing, so I need my dad to help me. I'm not angry, I'll talk about it when the weather clears up tomorrow." Hong Xinyao said, suddenly remembered something, "By the way, I almost forgot again!" Standing up from the bag He took out a crumpled envelope, "That brat Du Yuxiang gave it to you. It's been in his mother's pocket for more than ten days, and it's been in my pocket for more than ten days. It must have been written last month." , I almost forgot about it, it might as well be mailed."

Fang Sishen took out the letter paper, and there were crooked symbols all over the page, some resembled oracle bone inscriptions, some resembled seal script, and some looked completely different.

Hong Xinyao leaned over: "It's like a bible every time, thanks to you who can understand it. What is it all about?"

Fang Sishen smiled: "Don't say it's hard to understand, you're obviously lazy. Look at this sentence: 'I will arrive in Beijing on the seventh day of the next month', it couldn't be more clear."

Hong Xinyao carefully recognized it, and understood that a semicircle is "moon" and a full circle is "day". He guessed that the lower part of the circle is probably "down", and the symbol like a small mountain bag is probably "jing".

Just listen to the person next to me talking to himself: "The seventh day of the next month...ah, isn't it the day after tomorrow?"

Hong Yulan sent her son here, stayed for two nights and then went back.When leaving, Du Yuxiang held the tablet computer and hummed to his mother without even looking up.Hong Xinyao also went on a business trip as planned, and Fang Duzhi was busy with his own affairs, so he often left one big and one young at home, often silent for a whole day, which made Aunt Changgui extremely lonely and could only talk to Dahua .

Du Yuxiang stayed there until the last day of the holiday, and Hong Yulan came to pick him up. He was unhappy to go back, and hid in the study on the second floor and refused to come out.

Fang Sishen took out the books, albums, CDs, etc. that he had prepared in advance, and wrote and drew while talking.After communicating for a long time, the little boy finally got up, put everything into his schoolbag by himself, and walked away with his mother with a serious face.

Hong Xinyao secretly heaved a sigh of relief.This small-ass light bulb, although small in size, is super bright. Since the first time I came to the house during the summer vacation the year before last, it has been harassing me every long holiday since then.The second sister had already hinted to herself that she wanted to get the little boy to go to middle school in Beijing... He knew that Fang Sishen would definitely not object, but he was afraid that Hong Yulan would not be able to talk to him, so he went to find him in private.

After school started, the life of the young couple became more and more peaceful.Xinxintang has no new plans for overseas expansion in the second half of the year. Hong Xinyao does not need to go on long business trips, and basically returns home on time every day.Finally, he listened to the advice of Lord Taishan and the old doctor, and the pleasure of overeating and exposing to the cold gradually disappeared, and he really felt like an old couple.

In the blink of an eye, it was the end of the Western calendar, and Hong Xinyao was finally unable to maintain the perfect attendance record of a model husband after making conclusions and planning, and it was the peak season for entertainment.Even Fang Sishen had more extra activities than usual.

Speaking of which, all scientific research institutions have an unwritten practice, that is, they must rack their brains at the end of the year to spend all the funds for the year, otherwise the number of approvals for the next year will definitely shrink.The Institute of Ancient Xia Languages ​​of the School of Humanities was originally Qingshui Yamen, but since the "Jinbo Project" and "Xiadian Project", the professional status has been greatly improved.The current director, Yan Zhibai, is also a master who is good at management, adding some equipment, making a tooth sacrifice, etc., no longer shrinking like in the past.

So one Friday, Yan Zhibai invited close colleagues to go out to "relax and relax", and Fang Sishen was naturally invited.I couldn't get rid of it again and again, so I was dragged and dragged away by force.Only when I got to the place did I find that the interior luxury is astonishing.He almost never goes to these places, but he is no stranger to the so-called high-end luxury in the world.During the conversation, I found out that the accompanying graduate student of Director Yan had a quite background in his family, and this place was just taking care of him.Otherwise, as this group of scholars, even if they have money, they may not be able to get in.

After all, they are all doing learning, and at first it was purely "playing" in nature, drinking and eating, singing, and playing mahjong.After the end, the transition program came up: pedicures, massages, hot springs... and so on.A group of people came before dinner, and it was already late at night.Fang Sishen felt that it was a waste of time to stay up to this moment, and it made people irritated.On the pretext of going to the toilet, I called Xiao Zhao and asked him to come pick me up. I was going to cut it first and then play it, and then apologize to the director halfway.

People who are not used to entertainment venues, even if they don't drink, are easily confused by the ambiguous atmosphere inside.Fang Sishen washed his face with cold water in the bathroom, found a place with a window and stood there for a while before feeling more comfortable.The ceiling light was not turned on in the corridor, and the orange fancy wall lamps cast a dim light everywhere.He turned two turns and realized that he was going wrong when he saw a completely different decoration in front of him.Wanting to go back the same way, when I looked back, the three forks behind me were exactly the same, and suddenly I was not sure where I came from.

Looks like I'll have to ask someone.After walking a few steps forward, a uniformed waiter suddenly appeared from the shadows: "Excuse me sir, please show your..."

There was a commotion ahead, and several people came out from a certain door, among them was a big fat man who seemed to be drunk and was helped by the people around him.Seeing this scene, the waiter who was blocking Fang Sishen didn't bother to continue questioning him, so he hurried over to help.

Someone asked, "Where's the driver?"

This voice is so familiar that it can't be more familiar.Fang Sishen raised his eyes to search, and the main supporter beside the stumbling fat man was indeed Hong Xinyao.

Just as he was hesitating whether to say hello, he heard another voice say: "Today the inspector said that she came out to relax, and said Hong Shao, you are the most reliable, and asked me to drive, without a driver. Hong Shao, you can't leave it alone, I I can't handle it alone..." The tone of the voice is soft and waxy, and the ending of the last sentence is mellow and continuous, full of coquettish meaning, because it is a clear and clear youthful voice, it is quite pleasing to the ear.

The drunk man was huge, and four people supported him.On one side were two waiters, and on the other side were Hong Xinyao and a beautiful boy, and it was he who was talking.Followed by another pair of men and women, both of them looked very eye-catching.The young man seemed to be helping, but in fact his entire upper body was attached to Hong Xinyao's body. When he spoke, he turned his face sideways and almost kissed his ears.

Fang Sishen suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable and stuffy.It seemed that the person was approaching step by step, but he didn't notice himself at all. He took a breath and called out clearly: "Ah Yao."

Hong Xinyao supported the person with his hand, and his mind kept running at high speed.The newly appointed supervisory inspector of the General Administration of Customs got online through Wang Wei's relationship.I did a lot of homework beforehand, managed actively, and did what I liked, and at this third meeting, I finally made a breakthrough.Unexpectedly, the other party drank too much due to excitement. He knew that people of this age and position were afflicted with affluence. Looking at that pig's liver-like face, he was afraid that there would be some unforeseen consequences that could not be dealt with, so he didn't care about the other people around him. Thoughtful boy's small gestures.

Hearing Fang Sishen's voice, he thought it was a hallucination.Subconsciously looked over, and saw the real person standing there alive, stunned for a moment, a nameless fire came from the ground: He is actually here!How can he be here!Could he come to such a place!

The questioning blurted out: "Why are you here?"

Fang Sishen answered honestly: "The dinner party in the institute..."

Hong Xinyao didn't wait for him to finish, and immediately asked, "Where's Xiao Zhao? Where is he?"

"Already called him, he should be here soon."

"That's all right, go down with me." Hong Xinyao wanted to say something else, thinking of the surrounding environment, he held back.Fang Sishen followed silently, and the young man who was pestering Hong Xinyao turned around and looked at him with a scrutiny that was far from his age, before continuing to stick to him and act like a spoiled child: "Young Master Hong, if the inspector gets angry, you But let others decide..."

A group of people walked to the door of the hall, and Xiao Zhao arrived, and was about to contact Fang Sishen.When I saw the boss, I was shocked.Hong Xinyao confessed: "Send my brother home." His tone was flat, but his eyes were extremely serious.Xiao Zhao didn't dare to delay, he immediately dragged people into the car and left.

The inside of the car was very warm, but Fang Sishen felt cold for no reason.The oppressive air in his heart became more and more intense, as if he had turned into a stone, and his nerves became numb.

Xiao Zhao quietly observed for a while, pretending to be casual and said: "Young Master Hong said that there is a very important dinner party today, but I didn't expect to arrange it at 'Blue Star'."

Seeing that Fang Sishen didn't seem to hear, he shut up.

That night Fang Sishen slept very restlessly. When he woke up in the morning, staring at the empty other half of the bed, he realized that Hong Xinyao hadn't come home at all.Absently getting dressed, the phone rang.

"There was an accident, so I can't go back for the time being."

Immediately tense up: "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, it's someone else. Don't worry. It's inconvenient to say now, I'll tell you later."

It was not quiet on the phone, someone was shouting.Fang Sishen immediately recognized the shrill voice that was tinged with coquettishness and belonged to teenagers.

He wanted to ask one more question, but he heard the other end say: "It will be fine soon. Don't worry." He hung up.

In the evening, Hong Xinyao still didn't go home, and he dialed the phone, but couldn't get through.Fang Sishen was extremely thankful that his father went to the neighboring city with his old men to play in the past two days.In recent years, Hong Xinyao has seldom given such a general reason without explaining the details. He intuitively felt that things might not be simple.When sleeping and eating are difficult, the inexplicable depression in the bottom of my heart always pops out uncontrollably to make troubles, resulting in the almost extinct situation of impatience and impatience.On Sunday morning, I finally couldn't bear it any longer and called Liu Decan.

"Huo Huan, you know where A Yao is."

"Yes, Young Master Hong is safe, just a little trouble."

"Tell me what's going on."

"This... I'm sorry, Young Master Fang, I can't say it. You should go back and ask Young Master Hong directly."

Fang Sishen was silent for a moment, and said, "I have a very important international academic conference, and I'm scheduled to leave today. If you don't tell me, I have no choice but to stop going and wait at home."

Liu Decan hesitated for a while, then made up his mind: "I can't make it clear on the phone, I'll go see you."

Soon he drove to Wanyuehe Villa.It turns out that the good ones are not the ones that are bad, but the customs inspector was sent back by Hong Xinyao, and he was admitted to the hospital with sudden symptoms, and was unconscious. Everyone who was present that night was called for questioning and was not allowed to get out.Now that he finally woke up, Young Master Hong cleared his suspicions, and he will be able to come out as soon as he gets the news.The trouble is that the inspector inevitably finds out serious health risks, and the inspector's wife also gets involved to disrupt the situation. The investment of Xinxintang is likely to come to nothing.In order to cope with the ensuing changes in the situation, even if people come out, they have no time to go home for the time being.

Fang Sishen felt relieved, but the stagnant air did not dissipate.

Liu Decan asked, "When are you leaving?"

Fang Sishen seemed to be distracted, and it took a while to reply: "It's afternoon. He knows I'm going to this meeting."

In the evening, everything that needed to be arranged was finished, and Hong Xinyao walked out with a few close subordinates.Only then did Liu Huoshan find an opportunity to report: "Young Master Fang is leaving in the afternoon."

Hong Xinyao was taken aback: "Let's go? Where is he going?"

Liu Decan just thought he was busy and confused: "An international academic conference, Master Fang said you know."

Hong Xinyao immediately took out his mobile phone: "Xiao Zhao, where is my brother?"

"Just got on the plane."

Hong Xinyao's face turned blue: "Where is the plane going?"

"Brugge. Didn't you go to Brugge to attend that, what kind of International Ancient Writing Conference?"

Hong Xinyao cut off the phone abruptly and started dialing another number. The dull female voice in the microphone repeated over and over again: "The number you dialed cannot be connected." After repeating it for countless times, he gave up, with an angry expression on his face. Wronged, fierce and bewildered.

Liu Decan asked cautiously, "Young Master Hong, what's going on?"

"Brother Liu..." In front of this knowledgeable and loyal subordinate, Young Master Hong suddenly showed a rare fragility, "Brugge's meeting lasted for a week, and he clearly agreed to only attend the last day, why... he never did this But never..."

Liu Decan comforted: "Ask little Zhao Fangshao what he left, maybe there are some special circumstances."

On the way home, Hong Xinyao didn't say a word.Aunt Changgui saw him, and while serving tea and food, she babbled: "Master, you haven't been at home for the past two days, and Teacher Fang is particularly lethargic. When he was going out, he didn't even smile."

When Xiao Zhao came back, he was immediately arrested and questioned, but he didn't ask any substantive content.

Seeing that the boss was about to go crazy, Xiao Zhao took a few glances before asking tentatively, "Young Master Hong, you really don't know why Young Master Fang is unhappy?"

"If I knew, I would still be quarreling with you here! Why can't I open up about it, and want to play out? He is not happy, why can't he just follow him? Until he is happy! What is this?" An indescribable panic Spreading in his heart, Hong Xinyao's voice became lower and lower, trembling uncontrollably, "What is this? What the fuck is this..."

Xiao Zhao looked at his boss sympathetically: "Young Master Hong, you recall what happened when you came out of Blue Star on Friday night."

Hong Xinyao was puzzled: "What's the situation? The man surnamed Lu was so drunk that he couldn't even be pulled. I was afraid that something would happen to him. I was really afraid of something..."

The sympathy in Xiao Zhao's eyes was even stronger: "At that time, there was a little goblin sticking to you, and Young Master Fang was left behind. You must have been anxious to grab that Lu, and didn't pay attention... I was so worried when I saw that situation. Fifteen buckets, up and down, think about it, how does Fang Shao feel? Sending him to the airport today, in my opinion, is not as simple as being unhappy..."

Like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, Young Master Hong was completely burnt out.