Arty Records

When returning to the city that day, Hong Xinyao followed the car back to the mansion in the country. Fang Sishen was happy and quiet, and hid in the room to write essays for contribution.Unexpectedly, my younger sister came in halfway and taught me a lesson about being an older brother.

"Brother, you are also a teacher after all, and you are not here to travel around. It's fine if you don't help me share the burden, and it's not helpful if you delay!"

"Where am I holding you back and helping you?" Fang Sishen wondered.

"Let's just say that this afternoon, not only did you not help me look after the students, but you even climbed onto the rocks by the water. The children imitated the example, and I didn't expect it, but you also broke it. Don't say that it will cause endless trouble if it is injured or broken. , even if the camera phone falls into the muddy water, it will be very unpleasant. From tomorrow on, you will remember that you are working for me! If you continue to patronize yourself and play like this, you can forget about the 2000 yuan subsidy! "

The younger sister is fierce, Fang Sishen thinks about his behavior these past few days, and it is indeed his fault, so he solemnly expresses his remorse.

After chatting for a few more words, Hu Yixin wanted to leave, Fang Sishen said: "It's still early, wait a little longer."

Hu Yixin stared: "You're a lonely man and I'm a widow. After staying for a long time, what will the students see? They don't know that you are my brother!"

Fang Sishen knew that he had made a mistake again: "I'm sorry, I didn't think carefully." Seeing his sister walk to the door, he couldn't help complaining about the depressing truths he encountered these days: "In my heart, I always seem to be the most stupid The one from me." Forcing a smile, "Isn't it that I'm getting more and more stupid? You're all getting smarter, right?"

"Brother..." Hu Yixin looked at him worriedly, "What's wrong with you?"

Fang Sishen wiped his face and smiled: "It's nothing, just like what you said, the occasional sentimental symptom of liberal arts men."

Hu Yixin also laughed, that was a catchphrase she used to say.

"You know very well, that's not called smart, that's called sophistication. Besides, you have such a smart father and such a smart sister, what else do you need to be smart? You are already so handsome and talented, and you are as smart as us , that’s alright?” I thought, fortunately, my brother with a pure personality was traveling with me, otherwise this event would be so disturbed by the Hong family, and it would be too troublesome to change a partner with ulterior motives.

Evil smile said: "Dr. Fang Da, don't make me poor little sister. Sophisticated things, if you want to learn, who can't learn? You always pretend to be high-minded, don't bother with it, why pretend to be pitiful? It's because of your choice, so you have to bear it." , take it."

Fang Sishen didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Hu Yixin came over and patted him on the shoulder, and said softly: "Brother, we all like you like this." He opened the door and left.

At this moment, Fang Sishen felt ashamed again that Hu Yixin should be her older sister.

The next day, Hong Xinyao returned to the group embrace with the driver Laobao, but his interest was not high.It is said that when I go home, I eat delicious food and drink spicy food. I should be very happy to see my relatives who have been separated for more than half a year.

The classmates greeted with concern, Young Master Hong excused getting up early and not getting enough sleep, but it was actually because the old man came back early.

The end of the year and the beginning of the year are the most critical period for all kinds of public relations activities. Hong Yaoge is usually so busy that he doesn't know where to socialize the rest of the time except going home for a New Year's Eve dinner.But this year's situation is special. First, Yaoer, who went to Beijing to study, went home for a reunion, and second, he even brought back his teachers and classmates from the school in Beijing.After Hong Yaoge called himself Zhongliang, he went to the battlefield to defend his family and country. He has a strong sense of the times and family and country. Excited.So I didn't care about my son's killing first and playing later, so I went home to find out the situation.

When I asked later, it was inevitable to ask about my studies.Hong Xinyao had planned it long ago. He threw all his schoolbags and luggage at the hotel and went home empty-handed.Fortunately, before the father remembered to see the report card, the mother couldn't bear it anymore, sent his wife away, took the son to ask about his health, and never let go.

You can hide for a while, but you can't hide for a lifetime.To Hong Xinyao, my father was like a natural enemy, not to mention seeing people, he would tremble when he heard a cough.Ever since he ran into his second sister, Young Master Hong has been using his brains at full speed, secretly planning how to get through this calamity.After thinking about it, it is necessary to attack from both inside and outside, and only by doing a two-pronged approach can it be possible to resolve the crisis safely.

First of all, before the other teachers and classmates return to Beijing, the old man will definitely not make trouble.The old man was determined to have a farewell party for his teachers and students, so at the farewell party, how to get the two teachers and classmates to speak well for him was a crucial step.It's easy for the students to say, as long as there is no deep hatred, no one will sue in front of the parents. This is an international practice and a student's rule.As for the two teachers...the biggest advantage is that they are not their class tutors, and they don't have specific information about their test scores.As the saying goes, if you are not quick to sharpen your guns before the battle, you will be light, there is still a day and a half to go, and you must seize every opportunity to flatter.

Secondly, the old man must not be allowed to see the report card with his own eyes.Hong Xinyao himself has a deep understanding of the difference between knowing that his grades are not good, and actually seeing a large field of dazzling red numbers.For example, in the final exam, he knew that he did not do well in the exam, except for the blanks, he just made up nonsense.But when I got the report card, the bloody red handwriting on the whole page hit my head like a string of thunderbolts, and the anxiety before the exam was like heaven.I really saw it the next day, except for the single digits, it is the two digits starting with 1 or 2.Even the history, which he thought he had memorized well, only scored 48 points.

According to Young Master Hong's habit, at this time, he should be very proud and "chi la chi la", directly tearing the report card into pieces and turning it into fleeting clouds.But the report card of Guoyi High School is not a piece of paper, but a large 16-mo booklet.Since the education reform, key schools have implemented process evaluation. In addition to test scores, there are various comments, activity records, and even physical health reports in a booklet.Holding the solemn and imposing "Comprehensive Quality Evaluation of National High School Students" printed by the Department of Education, Education and Administration, Hong Xinyao took a breath and did not dare to do anything.

Unless...create an accident and let it die accidentally.

With a plan in mind, Young Master Hong decided to play it by ear.

In order to avoid running back and forth, the driver Lao Bao suggested to stay in a local hotel in Hancheng for one night, and everything will be settled after a phone call.Hu Yixin does as he pleases, and no longer engages in unnecessary disputes.The most important thing in Hancheng is to visit the Taishi Temple and pay homage to the Taishigong Mausoleum.The car went south through the urban area and went straight to Han Yipo on the outskirts of the city.

When we got to the place, we found out that it was said to be a "slope", but it was actually a steep cliff; it was said to be ancestral halls and mausoleums, but it was actually a large and well-organized complex of ancient buildings.Mountain gates, memorial archways, ancestral halls, sleeping palaces, halls of worship, side halls, and mausoleums are built on the cliffs one by one, and go up step by step.The ancient stone brick road twists and turns, and the ancient battlement wall is surrounded by arches. Looking up from the bottom of the mountain, it stands upright, majestic and solemn.

The students were amazed.A boy said: "Tsk tsk, this is worthy of the name of Taishigong through the ages!"

I came here from the urban area before, and there are antique street pavements everywhere. Even though it is nearly the end of the new year, tourists are still bustling.The number of people here is also not small, and the five-color dragon pattern flags are inserted all the way from the city, along the mountain road to the forest of steles on the peak, adding a lot of joy.

Hong Xinyao helped the teacher distribute food and drinks for everyone, and took the initiative to carry things for Hu Yixin, becoming more and more like a master.Fang Sishen remembered his sister's lesson, and reminded himself to take care of the students' situation from time to time, and also came to actively help, acting like a teacher.

When preparing to climb the mountain, Hu Yixin took the lead carrying the flag of Guoyigao, and Director Ma led the way with her.Hong Xinyao walked at the end of the student team, and Fang Sishen followed behind him.The driver Lao Bao drove hard and hid in the car to catch up on sleep.

From the foot of the mountain to the ancestral hall, it is not too steep, and the road is dominated by slopes.The stone bricks are pitted and hollowed, which are the marks left by years of trampling and rolling.A student turned around and asked, "Mr. Fang, how old have you been looking at this stone?"

Fang Sishen smiled: "I don't know, even special instruments may not be able to measure accurately. The wear and tear of stones is related to many factors, such as hardness, how many people and cars, weight and frequency, etc."

"Isn't this a physics class?"

"Knowledge itself has no boundaries, it just depends on where and how to use it."

The student looked up at the top of the mountain: "With this style, no one will believe that Tai Shigong is not from Hancheng!"

After staying in Hejin for three days, the students inevitably preconceived that Tai Shigong's native place should be in Hejin.Arriving at Hancheng at this moment, I was personally on the scene, but was overwhelmed by the real scene in front of me.There are so many ancient buildings, so many people who come to pay their respects, and such a majestic Han Yipo is worthy of its name.

Director Ma couldn't hear him from a distance, but Hong Xinyao could hear him.As a Hejin native, there is no reason to be silent, and retorted: "If the fake is not made to look like the real one, who will believe it?"

Fang Sishen narrowed his eyes and looked at the layers of buildings, and said: "These things look lively, and indeed most of them are imitations later. You first remove all the wooden parts, then remove the cement parts, and then remove the obvious color parts. It is fresh, with clear edges and corners, and finally compared with the bricks under your feet, all the newer bricks are gone."

Several nearby students followed his appearance and looked.Hong Xinyao looked at it for a while, then curled his lips: "It's all Xibei goods, there's nothing left!"

A student frowned: "Teacher, I see that some of these buildings look very old. If it is true that Tai Shigong was not buried here, why did later generations build so many memorials?"

"That's a good question." Fang Sishen said as he walked, "Because the "Tai Shi Gong Shu" is "not false beauty, not concealing evil", it bluntly states the gains and losses of the rulers of the dynasty. It is equivalent to this banned book. However, more than 100 years later, when Ban Lingshi wrote "Book of the Former Han Dynasty", he was not stingy with praise and wrote "Biography of Tai Shigong". We may guess that from this time on, Tai Shigong gradually received official And the public respect of the people. The tomb of Taishi Gong appeared here in Han Yipo. According to the literature records, it began in the Western Jin Dynasty, and it has been more than 400 years since the death of Tai Shigong.”

"Understood! This is the so-called 'celebrity effect'. Regardless of whether Tai Shigong died here or buried a pair of boots here, there must be something to commemorate. It is not too late to make up for it." The student reacted quickly, The vocabulary is also quite good.

Hong Xinyao felt proud of his hometown, and continued: "Maybe in the past 400 years, the original tomb of Hejin was washed away because of the flood of the Yellow River. Most people don't know it, and take this fake as real."

When he said this, several listeners also felt that it made sense.

Fang Sishen said: "The first person who officially proposed that Taishigong's native place was Hancheng was Tang Dynasty scholar Zhang Shoujie. However, when he said this, it had been more than 800 years since Taishigong's death. During these [-] years, the geography The appearance and the history of place names may change. He said that "Longmen" is Hancheng, which needs to be verified. Moreover, after the name of Tai Shigong has been honored in history, everyone hopes to have such a glorious fellow villager, Zhang Shoujie's own native place It's a bit suspicious. It's a pity that there are no detailed records about his life."

Hong Xinyao heard a bit of irony from Fang Sishen's words, and felt that maybe he was just talking about the facts and that he was too allergic.

"Even if the buildings on this mountain were built in the Western Jin Dynasty, there are only relics left. Almost all of them were imitated or newly built after the Song Dynasty. It has been thousands of years since Tai Shigong lived. If you want to say that the house is grand, it is Tai Shigong's home. , I’m afraid it’s hard to convince people. Hancheng is the entrance from the Qin Dynasty to the Jin Dynasty, and the key point of Guanzhong. In the ancient times when the transportation was underdeveloped, it was much more convenient to get here than to go to the other side. This probably also explains why the generations came here to pay their respects There are much more people than Hejin."

A student suddenly asked: "Is it possible that Tai Shigong died here, because his family buried him here because it was too troublesome to cross the river?"

Fang Sishen shook his head: "It is the most solemn event for the leaves to return to their roots and the bones to return to their hometown. Unless this place is really a hometown, it is not only across a river, but even if it is thousands of miles away, it must be sent back for burial."

Young Master Hong felt that these words affirmed that Tai Shi Gong belonged to Hejin, and he was secretly happy.

After entering the ancestral hall, the students visited scatteredly, and most of them followed Director Ma to listen to the story.Hong Xinyao saw the bamboo slips "Tai Shi Gong Shu" in the display cabinet, and asked Fang Sishen, "Is that thing real?"

Fang Sishen walked over, glanced at it and said: "This is modern production, not even antique. The bamboo pieces are neat and uniform, the varnish is transparent and even, and the nylon thread tied is obviously an industrial product. The handwriting is so neat and inkjet printed."

Hong Xinyao looked down, and found that his question was too idiotic, but he didn't give up, so he asked, "If it's an antique, can you tell?"

"Whatever the situation, some can see it, and some can't." Remembering that he promised to explain the fake bamboo slips to him before, after getting along with him for a few days, this so-called student is actually much richer than himself as a teacher, What's more, it's been a long time, and it doesn't matter to talk about common sense, so he said: "No matter how special something is, it will always be branded with the region and the era." Seeing that Hong Xinyao listened seriously, it was a bit difficult, and he slowly said it bluntly .

"For example, a bamboo slip. We infer that it belongs to Hejin in the Han Dynasty. Why? There is soil on the bamboo slips. By analyzing the soil composition, we can get a proof. Hejin does not produce bamboo, so what area did the bamboo slips come from at that time? How about bamboo as raw material? Another evidence can be obtained by verifying the characteristics of the material. As for the determination of the age, although the existing technology is not very accurate, the error can be controlled. In addition, there are characters on the bamboo slips, whether the ink and bamboo used for writing are Same age? This is another important piece of evidence."

Hong Xinyao nodded.

"These are invisible, and a machine is needed. But the color and shape of the material, the style and content of the font, these can be distinguished by the naked eye, and experienced experts can also see a lot of things based on this."

"Whether it's true or not, isn't there a way to tell?"

Fang Sishen shook his head: "If someone intends to make a fake, and it happens that this person is very knowledgeable, has enough professional knowledge and material conditions, it is really possible to make bamboo slips that are fake. Suppose I have bamboo pieces from the Han Dynasty in my hand, for example, from the bamboo ware buried with me. If it is scattered, I will cut it into bamboo slips, engrave words on them, if there is ancient ink, it will be better to write them, and then find a suitable place to bury them for a while, and then dig them out by chance..."

"Then maybe you can't see it, and the machine can't find it?" Hong Xinyao nodded to express his understanding, and then asked, "What are you trying to do with such a fake thing? Is it worth it?"

"How valuable it is, I can't say yet. However, since the "Jinbo Project" acquired the antique market and folk bamboo slips on a large scale, the price has indeed risen steadily. However, their greatest value is still academic, and they can be compared with existing documents. Refer to..." Fang Sishen thought to himself: The study of ancient literature has been so profound and sophisticated, and to produce new results and great results, obtaining new materials is the best shortcut.That's why some people will take risks and create materials without materials, hoping to make a difference and make a blockbuster.

I will not go any further, and explain in another direction: "The assumption above is probably what it means, and I can't say anything more specific. Because I don't do field archaeology, I mainly organize and analyze documents. Field operations such as digging tombs and excavating remains, I don’t know how to do it, I only look at the copies and rubbings of bamboo and wood slips and silk fabrics, and copy the words on stone steles and bronzes with paper, I look at these things.”

"Then what's wrong with you?"

"I saw something wrong with the handwriting on the copy, so I wanted to see the original bamboo slip. In fact, I can't confirm it with the naked eye, but I didn't expect it to break the on-site transaction."

"Hey, you got the stolen goods at the same time! You still can't quarrel with others?" Hong Xinyao said in his heart: How stupid.

"People, you can deny it on the spot if you say it casually. As for stolen goods, even a machine may not be able to tell the truth from the fake. How can I prove it?" What Fang Sishen said is contained in the debate article, and it is not a secret.The difference is only that the position of the listener has changed, and the part of the belief is different.

"You wouldn't lie to them that you recorded audio and took pictures, and let them show off in a hurry? Or call a helper to follow you secretly, and take away the old nest together; if you don't mind, you can use a bug..."

Fang Sishen didn't mess around with him, and just said: "You are doing crooked ways, it won't work."

"It doesn't work? How do you know it doesn't work if you haven't tried it?"

Going up through the ancestral hall and heading towards the mausoleum, the mountain becomes steeper and steeper.The stone steps are like a lace on the cliff, and only the waist-high stone pillars on the hanging side lead the iron chain, which is very steep.Those who go down the mountain walk on the cliff, and those who go up the mountain grasp the iron rope to climb.When there are many people, both sides have to give way to each other.

It was still Hu and Ma who took the lead, while Hong and Fang adjourned.

The surface of the stone steps was uneven, and the boy in front suddenly tilted.Hong Xinyao rushed forward to grab him, and immediately threw the backpack hanging on his shoulders, and fell to the bottom of the cliff.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw a figure flickering for a moment, and when he looked intently, Fang Sishen held the iron chain with his left hand, stepped on the edge of the stone steps with one leg, and stepped on the grass roots at the edge of the cliff with his right arm stretched out. , grabbing the strap of the backpack, and just settled there in a posture almost like a trapeze man.

"Then, hold on tight!"

Hong Xinyao caught it in a daze, and saw that he was as agile as an ape, grabbing the iron chain with one hand and supporting the stone pillar with the other, and jumped back.The bag in my hand is light, because apart from the "National High School Students' Comprehensive Quality Evaluation", there are only a few bags of puffed potato chips, so it is so easy to throw it out, and also, it is so easy to retrieve it.

"Wow! Teacher Fang, you are amazing!" If it weren't for the terrain constraints, several girls would rush over to express their admiration.

"I was scared to death. I thought one of you fell down! Fortunately, it wasn't!" Fang Sishen clapped his hands, rubbing his arms on the stone pillar and scratching his skin, it was nothing serious.It turned out that he followed his sister's order and put the safety of the students first. When he walked to such a dangerous place, he was naturally on guard, so...

The uncontrollable embarrassment made Young Master Hong lose his composure, and roared: "You're looking for death! It's just a bag, how much is it worth!" Not to mention, this bag is worth a lot, the "Randy" hiking bag that matches the shoes, The price is four digits.

Fang Sishen didn't take it seriously: "I didn't realize it was a bag, I really thought it was a person. Fortunately, it is not a person, and I can't hold it when it sinks." Instead, he comforted him, "It's okay, I am very familiar with climbing mountains, and I can't fall. I grew up. I haven’t practiced for a long time, so I haven’t degenerated too much.”

Hong Dashao wanted to cry but had no tears, so he gave Teacher Fang a very sad look.

Fang Sishen thought that he was afraid and guilty, and felt that this child was actually quite emotional.

After this scare, everyone became more and more cautious, and the subsequent journey was safe and risk-free. They dissected the legendary Clothes Tomb to their heart's content, and went down the mountain with satisfaction.

Living in the city that night, Hu Yixin went to pay the bill, but Laobao blocked him.Teacher Hu said: "Master Bao, you have to let me go back and have a way to explain." Lao Bao called the second lady and stepped aside.Hong Xinyao had only one way to curry favor with the teacher, but he was panicked in his heart, and the symptoms he showed were awkwardness, very awkwardness.

In the morning of the second day, we went to visit the fake ancient city and bought some souvenirs.In the afternoon, the car took the group of people to the Hong family's mansion to attend the farewell banquet prepared by the master.

It was already dark when we arrived, and we could see rows of red lanterns in the high-walled compound from a distance, as if we had arrived at a movie shooting scene.When the car passed through the yard, I could vaguely see a rockery pond. Next to the western-style classical fountain pool stood a traditional style octagonal pavilion in Daxia, which was very strange.The appearance and interior layout of the house also follow this weird style, and the two aesthetic concepts with different tastes are highly unified under the theme of absolute luxury, which is not ugly.

The well-known richest man in Jinzhou, "Ten Heroes of Daxia", Hong Yaoge, chairman of Jinyinhai Mining Group, invited the teachers and classmates who brought his son home from the capital to a real feast in the true sense.Abalone, swallow's fin, etc., they specifically stated that they were special purchases for the Spring Festival, and they were not specially prepared.

Hong Yaoge is tall and tall, he doesn't talk much, straightforward, but gentle.He was the only one drinking at the banquet, and he would always salute the two teachers when he toasted. Don't get used to it." "This baby has been shopping since she was a child, please take care of the teachers, I am grateful, I am grateful!"... There is a kind of simple and caring grandness, which makes Hu and Fang feel embarrassed .

Hong Xinyao went to the station to see them off, got along day and night for a few days, and his feelings were very different, saying goodbye to his classmates one by one.Hu Yixin said: "Jintu, if your father doesn't object, go back to the capital early after the new year and find a tutoring class." Fang Sishen nodded beside him, said "goodbye", and got on the train.

As the train drifted away, Lao Bao urged, "Fourth Young Master, go back." Hong Xinyao thought of the damned backpack that Fang Shudai had rescued, and a sense of sadness and sadness surged in his parting.

It's just a meal of roasted pork on a board, come on!