Arty Records

On the afternoon of New Year's Eve, Gao Hejin Caifeng and his party returned to the capital, and the students were immediately picked up by their parents waiting at the station.During the week they left Beijing, there were two consecutive heavy snowfalls in the capital, and the eyes were completely covered with snow.

Hu Yixin tentatively asked his elder brother: "Is this year still living by myself in the dormitory?"

Fang Sishen shook his head: "Maybe I have to pay a visit to my new mentor, and then... go home and have a look."

Hu Yixin was a little surprised: "You and him...reconciled?" Looking carefully, his brother's expression was calm, but his eyes were gloomy.Follow up: "Or...he forced you?"

Fang Sishen shook his head again, and said softly: "However, he is also a father, so we can't quarrel for the rest of our lives."

Hu Yixin frowned slightly: "Brother, is it you arguing with him, or he arguing with you, or are you arguing with each other? When he was arguing with my mother, he always cared about everything, and was almost obedient. Shun, I'm jealous when I look at it. You've been refusing to say why you're so tense with him, can't it be that without my mother as a strong opponent, he found you again because of his loneliness?"

For many years, the relationship between Fang Duzhi and Hu Mei has not been very harmonious, but the war between the two really broke out after the abandoned eldest son came to the door.Hu Mei once tried her best to win back her husband's heart, and she was not only not bad to her eldest son who appeared out of thin air, she could even be said to be quite good.Fang Sishen's student status was successfully transferred to Guoyi High School, and it was she who took the initiative to help and found the relationship with Mrs. Hu's old subordinates.However, Professor Fang decided to leave, and the mother and daughter over there were also chilled. When Fang Sishen was admitted to university, only father and son were left to live.

Fang Sishen was reminded of some past events by his sister, and said guiltily: "Yixin, I'm sorry.".

Since he appeared, Fang Duzhi devoted all his attention to his son, and went all the way back to Manggan Road without saying a word to complete the household registration procedures.It took more than a year to turn down all the entertainment, and personally tutor my son every day to prepare for the college entrance examination.At that time, Fang Sishen was young and ignorant. He only knew that his stepmother and father often quarreled, and after his sister and himself improved, they couldn't help but glared at each other.In retrospect, Professor Fang's undisguised partiality for his son and his obvious indifference towards Hu Mei and her daughter are simply worlds apart.

Hu Yixin thumped her elder brother: "Whoever talks about this with you, even mom knows and doesn't blame you."

Fang Sishen asked: "What about you? Where will you celebrate the New Year this year?"

"It's still the same, go back to the compound and live with grandma, uncle, cousin, and the others." Hu Yixin was depressed, "Oh, I'm going to be annoyed to death by the brat again."

Mrs. Hu was the deputy commander of a certain military department in Gyeonggi before his death. Although he is gone now, his shadow still exists. Mrs. Hu and her children and grandchildren still live in the high-ranking mansion in the military compound.After Hu Mei's divorce, she naturally took her daughter back to her natal home for the New Year.

The two brothers and sister said goodbye at the station, but the younger sister couldn't find out from the elder brother what was the reason for the quarrel between father and son that lasted for three years in the Cold War.Hu Yixin went directly to her grandma's house for a reunion, and Fang Sishen went back to the school dormitory alone.

There was a note pasted on the door: "Xiao Fang, please call me as soon as you get back." Signed by Hao Yi.

My heart must have been summoned by my tutor, Professor Hua Dingsong. I took out my mobile phone and was about to dial a number when it rang. It was my father.

"Xiaosi, are you back?"

The gentle and friendly voice on the other end of the phone is the same as before.Fang Sishen was a little caught off guard, the word "father" didn't come out for some reason, and only said "um".

"where is it?"

"In dormitory."

"I'll drive to pick you up."

Only then did Fang Sishen come back to his senses, and hurriedly said, "Dad, Dad, no need, I was just informed by a brother that Professor Hua asked me to come over."

The voice over there suddenly became low and low: "Really."

Fang Sishen couldn't help explaining: "It's been a semester, and this is the first time I meet a new tutor, so I can't push it away."

"Okay, I'll pick you up at night. Dad has made your favorite shrimp stuffed dumplings."

Before Fang Sishen came to the capital at the age of 15, let alone shrimp stuffed dumplings, he had never even seen shrimp.When he ate it for the first time, the reserved and silent little boy showed a slightly pleasant expression, and the father will remember it ever since.

The emotional words on the other end of the phone, as if the cold war between father and son for more than three years had never existed, made Fang Sishen feel sour and panicked.Subconsciously looking for a reason to evade: "I don't know when it will be at night...or tomorrow, tomorrow I will go home by myself."

The other side was dissatisfied, and his attitude became tough: "Isn't there someone else to accompany that bad old man Hua Dingsong? What do you want to say until next year? I will wait at the gate of your school at eleven o'clock," the tone dropped, but the tone was not tolerated. Doubt, "Come back and eat New Year dumplings with Dad." Hang up.

Fang Sishen tore off the note on the door with one hand, and slowly searched for Hao Yi's number in the address book with the other hand, but his mind was wandering: the call came just after arriving in the dormitory, and the pinch was accurate.He has always been so slow-witted, and only after the conversation is over can he return to his thoughts. Those who are familiar with him can easily take advantage of this to take the initiative.

Rumu family affection and deep hatred that I had deliberately forgotten for a long time came up little by little: I just want a real father, that's all.

After calling Hao Yi, he was indeed told to have a New Year's Eve dinner at Professor Hua Dingsong's house.

After entering the dormitory and putting down the backpack, the shallots and garlic on the windowsill are lovely and growing gratifyingly. I know that Gao Chengcheng helped to water them.When I went to the water room to wash my face, the person in the mirror was covered with a layer of black ash, and I was startled under the dim light.Rubbing it with the back of his hand, the Wujin powder was stained with water and smeared like ink, and his face was instantly invisible.

There is an urgent need to take a bath, but on the afternoon of New Year's Eve, whether it is the bathhouse or the boiling water room, the door must be closed.I had to put soap on it and wipe it with a towel.The tap water was freezing to the bone, even though he claimed to be cold, he even shivered several times.I can't help feeling a little regretful, if I had promised my father to go home directly, I wouldn't have had to take a cold shower in such a miserable New Year's Eve.

After tidying up in a hurry, I thought about it before going out, and took out two boxes of Hejin special products from the bag: dried pear dates and sesame candies, and prepared to honor my new mentor.There is also a bottle of hardcover Fenjiu, the blue and white porcelain bottle alone does not look cheap, take it out to have a look, and put it back in the bag—Professor Fang Duzhi is proficient in wine, and he can drink two glasses.After walking to the door, he returned and took the bottle of wine, together with dried dates and sesame candies, to honor his mentor.

Of course he didn't buy these things.Hong Yaoge prepared a local product for every guest in the capital, excluding dried pears, dates and sesame candies, the teacher's bag contained wine, and the students' bags contained high-quality aged vinegar.

There are few people during the holidays, and there are almost no footprints on the thick snow on both sides of the road.Fang Sishen stepped on it step by step, the loose and soft texture let him know that what fell before must be a heavy snowfall, the most beautiful and tender kind of snowfall.

Qingqiu Baishui is the deepest place in the northeastern frontier, the Muniura Mountains, the Manggan Road on the banks of the Yeligune River, and is covered by boundless virgin forests. The snow on the flat ground can't be finished all the year round.Trees, mountains, ice and snow are the things Fang Sishen is most familiar with when he was young.Because the temperature is too low, large soft snowflakes are rarely formed. Instead, ice crystal-like powder particles are often seen scattered all over the sky. Some are like salt, more like urea in chemical fertilizers. You can't even make a snowball, let alone a snowman.Only when it accumulates to a certain extent, it will be as pure and flawless as poetry from a distance, and it will naturally distance itself from the secular world.

The snow in the capital is light and soft in large patches, as if it can be eaten and worn, and it is tender and tender.At this moment, as night fell and the lights came on, all the open windows in the teaching building were full of people.The impatient children have already lit the fireworks, which are even more gorgeous against the snow.

The lights in Hua Dingsong's house were rarely on, Fang Sishen knocked on the door, and Hao Yi cheerfully welcomed him in.The voices of a woman and child came from the room, and the originally tense mood suddenly relaxed.

"That's my daughter-in-law and daughter. They have never been to the capital. The teacher said it was crowded, so they stayed together, haha..." Hao Yi is from Liangzhou, and he looks like a typical northwestern man. Whoever has followed Hua Dading, the tiger fish professor, as a Ph. D. for five or six years, can grind an iron pestle into a needle.

Hao Yi led Fang Sishen in, and shouted loudly: "Teacher, Xiao Fang is here!" Turning around, he explained, "Teacher's ears are not very good, and the voice is so soft that I can't hear clearly."

The houses in Xiaobailou are all two-story duplexes with a considerable area.However, within reach, books and writing paper are piled up everywhere, making it very crowded.

Walking into the dining room, one old and one young occupy both ends of the dining table, eating hard.The little girl was only six or seven years old, her whole face was buried in the dumpling bowl, and when she raised her head, the corners of her mouth were covered with sauce.In front of the old man was a bowl of fried noodles.The man was thin and thin, his white hair had almost fallen out, only a few locks sticking to his temples, when he raised his head, his face was full of wrinkles, and the corners of his mouth were red and oily.

Fang Sishen knew that Hua Dingsong had already passed seventy years, but this meeting made him feel more aged than he imagined.Stand up straight respectfully and raise your voice: "Teacher, Happy New Year!"

At this time, Hao Yi's wife also came out of the kitchen to say hello, Hua Dingsong turned to her and said, "Add half a bowl of noodles, and add more spicy oil!" His voice was loud, buzzing and echoing like a bell.

Fang Sishen didn't know if the old man saw him or not, he couldn't help smiling when he saw that the old man and the other were so absorbed in the snacks in front of him.Hao Yi pulled him to sit down at the table: "Teacher will be willful all his life, just get used to it."

His wife over there was smilingly rejecting the old man's request: "If you feel that it's not enough, eat a few dumplings, the noodles are too hard. You can't add more spicy peppers, Niuniu's father said, you have to eat less spicy food."

Hao Yi explained to Fang Sishen: "The teacher was originally from Chuzhou, and he likes to eat spicy, fragrant, crispy, and chewy food. However, he is too old and his gastrointestinal function is degraded, so he should eat as little as possible. In the nursing home, there are The doctors and nurses looked at it, and they couldn't help it when they got home."

Fang Sishen nodded in response, feeling a little strange in his heart, but couldn't think of what was strange for a while.

The old man over there tried to fulfill his wish. He carefully picked up the remaining noodles in the bowl and drank the red oil soup.

Hao Yi got up and went into the kitchen to fill a bowl of noodle soup, and handed it to Fang Sishen: "You bring it to the teacher, the original soup turns into the original food, and it helps digestion."

Fang Sishen took it with both hands, and put it firmly in front of Hua Dingsong.

The old man raised his eyes and looked at him seriously.

Fang Sishen suddenly figured out what was so strange.From the moment he entered the room, how did Senior Brother Hao Yi think about all the words and deeds, why he was so like...Tuo...Gu...well...

The old man drank his noodle soup and sat upright: "Fang Sishen?"

Quickly restraining his mind, he replied loudly: "Yes."

"The appearance is good, but I don't know what the mind is." Hua Dingsong pointed to Hao Yi next to him, "At the beginning, this person was honest and honest, and he had a decent name. He shook his head and tail and begged me to take him in. You see Look, how dare you bring your wife and children to threaten me now."

Fang Sishen vaguely knew from Gao Chenggong that Hao Yi was assigned to Hua Dingsong because he was squeezed out of the spot by the tiaozisheng.

Hao Yi's big head hung low, and he almost knelt down: "Teacher, don't say that..."

"Hey! Forget it. The benefits that Yumen Academy promised you, I can't get it in my whole life, and I don't blame you."

Hearing this, Fang Sishen could guess a bit.Yumen Academy is the best national university in Liangzhou, but unfortunately it still doesn't rank well in the whole country.For someone like Hao Yi who returned from studying in the capital, it is estimated that housing, professional titles, and project funds will not be a problem.It is better to be the head of the chicken than the queen of the cow. Many doctors who have been admitted from other places, especially those who have married, often struggle again and again, and finally make the same choice as Hao Yi.

"Teacher, I'm sorry. Chang'an Migui, Niuniu will go to school next year, I..." Hao Yi suddenly grabbed Fang Sishen's hand, "It's just that Junior Brother Fang is here, Junior Brother Fang is gentle and honest, young and promising, and I will definitely be able to The teacher's knowledge has been carried forward..."

Hua Dingsong waved his hand at him: "Let's go, let's go!" Looking at Fang Sishen, a pair of small eyes squinted in the layers of folds concealed everything: "I heard that you originally followed Zhang Chunhua? The little bastard surnamed Zhang likes to squeeze the most. Students work hard, and we only recruit obedient and capable ones. Why did you offend him?"

Hua Dingsong is a scholar of Zhang Chunhua's father's generation, and he is merciless in his words.Fang Sishen was taken aback by the old man's soft and violent language, he was taken aback for a moment, then suppressed his pleasure, and said respectfully, "It's about the falsification of the 'Jiajin Bamboo and Silk Project' Han bamboo slips." But prove it.

"The 'Jiajin Bamboo and Silk Project' is a forgery of the Han bamboo slips?" The old man repeated in a drawn-out tone, with endless sarcasm in his expression, "'Jiajin Bamboo and Silk', established writing and history, right? Let me tell you, boy, writing and history, It is a false proposition! With words, there is no history. "In Qi Taishi Jian, in Jin Donghubi", why did it enter Wenshan's "Song of Zhengqi"? Because there has been no one who dared to record history in words since ancient times. A few! After Sima Zichang was sentenced to corruption, the great summer is considered extinct!"

The old man was very emotional, and while making a speech, he was looking for a cup on the table.

Hao Yi stood up: "Teacher, Xifengbai or Jiannanchun?"

Only then did Fang Sishen remember the bag he was carrying, and hurriedly took out his things: "I brought a bottle of Xinghuacun, the prescription is not high, see if the teacher is willing to drink it?"

Hua Dingsong stared straight at the blue and white bottle: "Fenjiu?" Holding it with both hands, "The packaging hasn't changed at all."

Hao Yi poured wine into the glass, and Fang Sishen said, "This wine is rare in Beijing."

"Well," it's hard to tell the origin, so I had to be perfunctory, "It was a gift from a friend in Jinzhou."

Hua Dingsong narrowed his eyes and took a sip: "Hao Yi, what do you know! This wine was exclusively served for state banquets 30 years ago, and the founding head of state once praised it as 'the most authentic Fen wine'. Later, hey, it also disappeared later."

Take another sip, let out a deep breath, with a profound expression: "The taste hasn't changed, it's really right. The first time I drank this wine was at a state banquet." I counted with my fingers, "It was the 25th year of the Republic of China, and I was in Yimao. , On the eve of the Spring Festival that year, the head of state hosted a banquet in person to receive advanced representatives of the cultural and educational system. Heh, more than [-] years have been like a dream, although this body is shocking..."

Fang Sishen looked at Hao Yi, who shook his head and said in a low voice, "It's okay, let me express my feelings with wine, tomorrow will be fine. Just pour this glass, no more." Seeing that the old man was so absorbed in his personal emotions that he didn't care about his disciples , and said, "Only during the holidays, the teacher asks to go home. Usually, most of them stay in the nursing home. Just visit once a month."

Hua Dingsong suddenly stopped expressing his feelings and asked Fang Sishen: "Fang Duzhi is your father?"

"Yes."

"This little bastard..."

Fang Duzhi's age was about the same as Zhang Chunhua's, and he was in his late twenties, less than half a century old. As an academic researcher, he was in the prime of his life.Hearing the old man scolding Professor Zhang before, Fang Sishen secretly felt happy, but now hearing him scolding Professor Fang, he couldn't help it.

"Teacher, it is rude to scold the father to the son."

Hua Dingsong put down his wine glass and slapped the table: "Fang Duzhi's teacher will obey me as a senior brother when he sees me, and he will obey Mr. Hua when he sees me. If I scold him in front of you, that is scolding my son at my grandson, the king of sages." Which regulation of the law is not to be scolded? You have taught me a lesson! I will tell you that your father is a pure scum! With his half bucket of water, what qualifications do you have to sit in the position of dean? Do you think he How did he start his family? In the year of the political reform, when the students of the Faculty of Humanities went to the Republic Square to parade, he deliberately fell off the bunk in the dormitory and broke his leg. He did not participate in any of them. Teaching at the school, hehe, from now on, the good wind will send me to Qingyun by force..."

Hao Yi rounded things up from the side: "Teacher! These have nothing to do with Xiao Fang!"

Hua Dingsong took another sip of wine, calmed down a lot, and asked Fang Sishen, "How old are you this year?"

"I just turned 24 years ago."

"24... the Year of Guihai...were you born in Beijing?"

Fang Sishen didn't understand why Hua Dingsong asked this, and answered truthfully: "No, I was born in Manggandao."

"That's not right! Fang Duzhi returned to the capital in the summer of Guihai, and I even asked him to go to Fang's house to find him..." Hua Dingsong suddenly came to his senses, and slammed the table, "You little bastard! Who doesn't know that he returned to Beijing a year earlier than others because he climbed the high branch of Miss Hu's family! Then what's your mother's name?"

Fang Sishen was a little confused by his series of questions and revelations, and said slowly: "Actually... I don't know what my mother's last name is, I just remember that my adoptive father called her Xiaolan. Because since I was sensible, she has been sober and confused for a while. When he was eight years old, he suffered a serious illness and passed away."

I haven't talked much about maternal love since I was a child, and the mother in my memory has long been blurred.If I had to recall, there was only the hideous face of that woman when she was delirious and insane.It can be said that Fang Sishen didn't have much place in this role in his life, but at this moment when someone asked him, he couldn't tell his full name, and felt ashamed for no reason.

Hua Dingsong seemed to be concentrating on something, and said for a while, "Xiaolan, there should be no girls with this name among the reformed youths who went to the capital, and maybe they are locals." Looking at Fang Sishen, his eyes were much gentler, " So, you lived on Manggan Road when you were a child? Which flag?"

"Yeliguni Right Banner."

"My son, who went with your father and the others, was assigned to Yeliguni Zuo Banner. He died in the wildfire within a year. When the news came back, another year passed. There were no bones left, and the ashes disappeared. ...Take some time to tell me more about what Manggan Road is like."