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Under Hao Yi's reminder, Hua Dingsong also felt that talking about those distant and sad events on New Year's Eve was too unpleasant. He talked about the weather and diet, and then asked the newly recruited disciple about the Jiajinzhubo case.

"You said that their Han bamboo slips were forged, how did you find out?"

Of course, answering the instructor's questions is as relaxed as not being able to explain to Young Master Hong.Fang Sishen collected his mind, thought carefully for a moment, and then said: "The first is the style and meaning of the brushwork. The strokes of the Han Li are tortuous and exaggerated. But it can be completed in one go, flexible and vivid, and the sharpness is obvious. Later generations deliberately imitate, and the more they write, the more dignified they are, and it is inevitable to lose the rigidity. Nowadays, it is even more difficult for people to copy and fake. People who are good at calligraphy, because they regard it as "calligraphy", In any case, it is impossible to write the taste of being well-versed and perfunctory, so it looks tangible but lifeless, intermittently pulling and pulling, and lacking internal coherence."

Hua Dingsong nodded: "So you are also an expert in calligraphy."

Fang Sishen blushed slightly, and hurriedly clarified: "You misunderstood, I don't understand calligraphy, I just read some rubbings, and I have such a feeling."

"En." Hua Dingsong didn't bother with calligraphy, and asked, "What is the first and second?"

"Secondly, several vulgar characters were found in the main text, but none of them were included in Shuowen Da Dian. Based on this, it is speculated that they should have been created after the Eastern Han Dynasty and should not appear in the Han bamboo slips."

"That makes sense too. Which one did you read?"

"Judging from the content, it should belong to "Spring and Autumn Gongyang Zhuan·Zhaogong Juan"."

Hearing this, Hua Dingsong took a sip from his cup, stroked his short beard again, and said ironically: "The Legend of Gongyang... This is the non-mainstream among the mainstream, with many blanks and doubts. It is the research object that is best used to produce results."

The old man hit the nail on the head when he opened his mouth, and he is a very influential senior in the circle. After several observations and conversations, Fang Sishen has already seen that Hua Dingsong has a relic of the old days of arrogance and integrity.He suddenly realized that in front of him was actually an opportunity to appeal.Don't ask for the truth to come out, but ask for one more voice of doubters.

Slightly emphasizing the tone, he said slowly: "This batch of Han bamboo slips was purchased by the project team from the private sector. It is said that they came from the Bozhou Han Tomb, but there is no original excavation description. The things are stored in the new warehouse of the Ancient Books Institute. I was so satisfied, so I applied to put in the warehouse to read the originals, but I didn’t expect another batch of bamboo slips to be put into the warehouse, and the warehouse happened to be open, and the teachers outside recognized me, so they let me in directly.”

In the warehouse of the Institute of Ancient Books of Jingshi University, there are many rare and rare books of the national treasure level, and only those with a doctorate degree are eligible to apply for entry.Due to the needs of the "Golden Silk Project", all the participating personnel of the school have a specially approved pass, but to really enter, two management teachers must open the door together.Fang Sishen went there by coincidence, the manager let him in while the first group of people were still in the warehouse.He has always behaved calmly and quietly, and he has come to a place of reverence. The people in the warehouse did not know that they had been overheard until he interjected.

"...Teacher, the whole thing is like this. I heard it with my own ears, but Brother Kou categorically denied it. Professor Zhang asked the project team to investigate. As the whistleblower and one of the parties involved, I have never received any inquiries from the beginning to the end. , Only two months later, I saw the absolutely no perjury statement issued in the name of the project team. And I was dismissed by the project team immediately, and at the same time, I was disqualified from being a Guopei student by the hospital.”

Hua Dingsong was a little excited while listening to his narration, but he hardly saw the pretentiousness and exaggeration that are most common among young people nowadays.There was persistence in his tone, anticipation in his eyes, such a simple and serious expression made Hua Dingsong, who was in his seventies, feel dazed for a while, as if he had returned to half a century ago.

The old man stroked his beard: This kid, no matter how he smells like he belongs to the previous era.

He pondered: "I heard that the person in charge of the 'Jiajin Bamboo and Silk Project' is your father?"

Fang Sishen was taken aback for a moment, then followed the word "father" and replied: "Yes, it is my father."

Hua Dingsong chuckled: "Aren't you going to make things difficult for your father? I can't afford to offend your father. Don't you kid try to use a bad old man like me as a gunman, and make things difficult for President Fang."

Fang Sishen was dumbfounded: "Teacher..."

"I've met Fang Duzhi a few times. You look like this. If you said you were his son, I wouldn't believe it if you hadn't admitted it yourself. The issue of the authenticity of the Han Bamboo Slips you mentioned is a matter of the Headmaster Fang's business. He is duty-bound, and it is useless to tell me."

Fang Sishen was convinced that he heard the gloating in the old man's words.

"It's you, at this age, you can see suspicious points from the copy, which is rare among young people today. Not to mention others, Hao Yi's half bucket of water can't compare to you."

Hao Yi nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "Yes, yes, of course, Junior Brother Fang is much better than me. Teacher, you don't know, Junior Brother Fang was the number one student in the National Education Program for Master and Ph.D. The National Academy of Ancient Characters has released the first perfect score in the history of the Republic!"

Fang Sishen interrupted him embarrassedly: "Senior brother, they are all memorized by rote, and there is nothing to talk about."

Hua Dingsong stared: "Rote memorization? Children's skills are the basics of learning. What are the so-called masters and doctors now, all of them are top-heavy, light-footed and shallow-rooted, with sharp mouths, thick skin, and hollow stomachs, because they lacked the rote memorization skills in the early years!"

Looking at Fang Sishen again, he couldn't hide his doubts: "Full score in ancient characters? Can Fang Duzhi's half bucket of water teach this level?"

That night, Hua Dingsong caught Fang Duzhi and teased him endlessly. Fang Sishen had no reason to refute, but he was unwilling to admit it. Say goodbye to escaping such embarrassing situations.

He didn't want to lie, so after thinking for a while, he said, "Teacher, I learned most of my homework from my father. It's just that the various forms of ancient characters evolved. I learned it by heart from my adoptive father when I was young. Maybe I can take advantage of it when I take the exam."

Hao Yi was amazed: "Who is so capable to make children memorize ancient characters?"

Fang Sishen recalled with some difficulty: "It was when the 'Destroying the Old and Establishing the New' movement was being carried out. The Qili Cultural Center threw away many old books, and my adoptive father secretly picked out a set of "Shuowen Dadian" engraved in the Qing Dynasty and kept it. I know how to read. The life in Manggandao was relatively boring, so I had to copy the dictionary over and over again, and then I learned it..."

In addition to "Shuowen Dadian", there are also two Western dictionaries, which are Fang Sishen's entire textbooks from enlightenment to mastery, and they are also the most precious assets of his family.Anyone who has only a few dictionaries to read in nearly ten years can still know them well no matter how abstruse or boring they are, not to mention childhood and adolescence when the desire for knowledge is the strongest and the memory is the best.Fang Sishen really didn't think there was anything special about it, but he hadn't recalled this past for too long, and his thinking and feelings were extremely uncomfortable, and he felt a dull pain in his heart when he was stabbed by those unfamiliar and sharp contents.

Hua Dingsong asked thoughtfully, "What's your adoptive father's name?"

——It’s not just anyone who picks up a Qing version of Shuowen Dadian, can understand the meaning, and can explain it to children.

"His name... is He Shensi." It's been too long since he mentioned this name, when he said it, it was like a knife was drawn out of its sheath, and his mouth was filled with the painful taste of blood.

"He Shensi?" Hao Yi was surprised, "Your name is the same as his...?"

"My original surname was He. When I came to the capital, my father said that he would remember his upbringing for the rest of his life, so he changed his current name."

Seeing his miserable expression, Hao Yi felt apologetic: "Xiao Fang, I'm sorry."

"It's ok."

Hao Yi still wanted to comfort him, but he didn't know what to say.

Hua Dingsong murmured the words "He Shensi" several times, and asked with the intention of asking: "If I remember correctly, your adoptive father, He Shensi, should be the son of He Wei, Zhang Miaojia and me?"

Fang Sishen felt that these two names were a bit familiar, and Hao Yi stood up excitedly: "Teacher, you are talking about He Weiwo who built spaceships? He Weiwo, the No.1 aerospace company since the Republic of China?!"

Hua Dingsong patted the table: "Sit down! You're blah, frizzy, useless!"

Fang Sishen also remembered.He Weiwo, a name well-known to women and children throughout the country 40 years ago, was a legendary genius scientist who resolutely gave up the favorable conditions in the West and returned home with his wife and children when the motherland needed it most, making outstanding contributions to the aerospace industry of the Republic. The meritorious service is great and shines in the annals of history.Until now, despite the vicissitudes of the world, the brilliance represented by that name still cannot be erased.

The two young men fell into shock beyond imagination, and both were speechless.

Hua Dingsong seemed to be unable to control his emotional fluctuations, he drank the remaining wine in the glass and said: "That year when I sent Xiaoan to the train, I saw He Wei and my family of three on the platform." With two wry smiles, "He University's photo of the scientist is often on the front page of the party newspaper, so he is very recognizable. His wife Zhang Miaojia is a researcher at the Central National History Archives, and I have a good acquaintance."

Looking at Fang Sishen: "Your father stood with the children of the He family. I heard that they are classmates. Your grandfather followed behind. He was still the vice president of the Federation of Literary Artists at that time, and his health was not as bad as it was later. ... Well, in fact, at that time, no matter whether it was a scientist, a researcher, a president, or a professor, they were just parents and wanted to find someone to take care of their children. Whether they were acquainted or not, they naturally became close .”

Seeing Fang Sishen's blank and pained face, he asked, "You don't know He Shensi's background?"

Fang Sishen shook his head: "No one told me this."

Hua Dingsong was stunned for a while, then suddenly sighed: "Presumably, it's for your own good that they didn't tell you."

Reaching out to pick up the glass, he found that the wine was gone, and put it down disappointedly.Wu was stunned for a while, and finally said: "Hao Yi, prepare to defend after the Chinese New Year. I will stay here until you finish your defense. Help me finish the next semester's undergraduate class before leaving. Fang Sishen, follow Hao Yi at the beginning of school Yi listens to the class, he will leave in September, and you will take over the undergraduate classes."

"Teacher..." Fang Sishen wanted to say something, Hao Yi waved his hands, and said in a low voice, "I'm afraid the teacher is very tired, so let's do this first. The future will be long, it won't be a while."

Looking at Hua Dingsong again, he really squinted his eyes and began to doze off on the back of the chair.

Talking loudly for so long is like taking a half-day class in National No. [-] High School, but it is much more tormented than teaching students.Fang Sishen was extremely tired, so he got up to say goodbye.Hao Yi's wife had already taken the child into the back room to rest, and he escorted Fang Sishen outside the door courteously: "I'll get you the timetable later, it's up to you whether you want to listen to the lecture or not. It's just an introduction to phonology and exegesis, it's a piece of cake for you ,Do not worry."

As the night approached, the continuous sound of firecrackers rang in my ears, and dazzling fireworks bloomed in the sky.The faint scent of gunpowder and laughter lingered in the air, making people intoxicated and intoxicated.

Fang Sishen walked forward stepping on the snow, unable to restrain himself from wanting to recall the past.All the festive and peaceful surroundings are blocked by memories, like a mirage from another world.

Thoughts kept rushing back, back to three years ago, five years ago, ten years ago, or even longer.

He thought of the woman he called his mother, who was like a beautiful puppet most of the time.When he is not staying, he will go berserk and beat people, and he will beat people with whatever he can pick up.At this time, He Shensi dragged his son and ran away, hid in the woods for a day or two, and then went home cautiously.So aside from childhood, Fang Sishen, at that time his name was He Zhirou, and he ran really fast. In He Shensi's words, he looked like a musk deer being chased by wolves.

Summer is fine, it's easy to hide in the woods for a few days, but in winter, I can only go to Uncle Lian who joins the logging team.You can't eat and live for free, you have to help with the work.He Shensi is probably the most clumsy person Fang Sishen has ever met in his life. His six-year-old son cooks in the logging team, and he cooks better than his father.

Fang Sishen thought: Before he died, He Shensi said: "Ah Zhi, I'm not your father." I didn't feel particularly surprised, as if I had been waiting for this sentence for a long time, probably because most of the time, that person is really too unhappy. like a father.After arriving in the capital, Fang Duzhi did everything for himself, fearing that he could not do well, which is understandable.

Fang Sishen recalled that He Shensi was becoming more and more ill day by day, and the 14-year-old himself went crazy, looking for the legendary ginseng, Shouwu and Ganoderma lucidum all over the mountains and plains, but it was of no avail.He Shensi said: "If you want to leave here, you can go to the capital and find a man named Fang Duzhi. If you find him, maybe you will be able to study seriously and go to university." After finishing speaking, he handed him a crumpled envelope, Then he closed his eyes.Fang Sishen originally made up his mind to accompany him on Manggan Road, whether he was alive or dead, but because of the phrase "study seriously, go to university", he went against his original intention and embarked on the journey of traveling thousands of miles to study in Beijing.

Walking in a daze, Fang Sishen staggered and lost his balance, sitting on the snow.The fresh and abundant snow does not feel cold when you sit on it, but you are stuck in it and cannot get up.

In which year is New Year's Eve approaching?He Shensi learned that others also nailed two long iron plates under the low stool, and dragged some New Year's goods from the flag.He waited impatiently to ride the ice cart, and he said, "Don't worry, Azhi, dad will try to see if it's safe." As a result, he couldn't stop when he got on the ice cart, and finally he and the cart plunged into the snowdrift.He smiled while crawling outside: "Azhi, don't cry, dad is fine."

That person talks and does things, even if the fire is imminent, he will always be so unhurried.As a result, after arriving in the capital, Fang Duzhi occasionally became too dull, and Fang Duzhi couldn't bear it any longer, and would grit his teeth under the pressure of his temper: "It's all because I was stupid with He Shensi when I was a child!"

Fang Sishen heard it, and would hide in the room silently, without speaking for a long time.Fang Duzhi finally stopped mentioning that name, and the young man quickly forgave him, because everything he did now was far more like a responsible father than He Shensi, except for the initial abandonment.Anyone and anything in the past will inevitably remind the father and son of their initial abandonment.As time went by, Fang Sishen gradually accepted his father sincerely, so he deliberately asked himself not to think about the past, and even pretended to forget the reason for the new name.

But today, after today, how can you not think about it? .

He tried in vain to force himself to stop remembering.So I remembered the scene of the strict father and loving mother in the Hong family compound yesterday, the scene of the children rushing to the arms of their relatives in front of the train station today, the conversation with my sister about going home for the New Year, the phone call from my father in the afternoon, the cold shower in the dormitory water room, and so on. The gentle white snow in front of you, the lively firecrackers in your ears, and the beautiful fireworks in the sky.

Deep down in my heart, I am extremely sober: between that distant "past" and this tender "now", there is still a cruel and embarrassing interim period, which makes everything that is already full of cracks even more unrecognizable.Fang Sishen tried his best to distract his thoughts, but unexpectedly remembered a famous saying of a certain national history scholar: For a nation, modern history is the most difficult to face; for an individual, the same is true.

Fortunately, the phone rang at this time.Professor Fang Duzhi is waiting for his son at the gate of Beijing Normal University.

Fang Sishen got into the car door, shivering from the heat inside the car, and then sneezed.

Fang Duzhi looked back: "Xiaosi, do you have a cold?"

"No." Fang Sishen waited for the cold, so he didn't take it to heart.Suppressed with problems and complex emotions, unable to vent, he leaned listlessly on the back of the chair, staring blankly at the window.

"Xiao Si."

"Ah."

"Do you know why Dad insists you go home and eat dumplings?"

The person who asked the question didn't continue, so Fang Sishen had no choice but to continue: "Why?"

"You have a girlfriend, maybe you will start a family soon, how many times will we have the opportunity to watch the new year together as father and son?"

Fang Sishen was a little surprised, looking at the back of the driver in front of him without speaking.

"Xiao Si, you forgive Dad. Dad just...forgot that you have grown up. I..." After a while, Fang Duzhi seemed to have made up his mind, and said with difficulty: "After so many years, I actually don't know how to treat my son. When you are 15 years old and suddenly appear in front of you, I...I hope to make it up to you, but it seems to be getting worse..." Fang Duzhi patted himself on the forehead, "Hehe, when will you bring your girlfriend home Show daddy."

"Father..." Fang Sishen didn't know how to continue.He believes that his father must be aware that there is no such thing as a girlfriend, but he deliberately used it as a step to make this conversation seem absurd and bitter.

Gotta say something.Say something to change the subject.However, all the questions can not be asked.Fang Sishen finally thought of a question that should not be asked, but could clear his confused mind: "Father, when Professor Hua said that he had reformed, you intentionally broke your leg and did not participate in the parade. Is it true?"

The speed of the car suddenly slowed down.Fang Duzhi parked the car on the side of the road and looked back at his son: "It's true."

"why?"

Fang Duzhi was silent for a moment, and said, "Xiao Si, what do you know about coercion? Because I don't want to be coerced, I have to make this decision."

"But, isn't this what you should do? If a man doesn't do something, he must do something."

Fang Duzhi smiled, and his eyes were sharp: "I have changed the law, how much do you know? No matter how much you know, Mr. Shuren's article has always been read: 'In the history of human bloody battles, petitions are not among them, let alone unarmed. '"

"But……"

"No, but. Xiaosi, although it has been nearly 20 years since the Jisi reform, it is still a restricted area. What do you know is a restricted area? It's not that you can't touch it and you can't talk about it, but if you touch it, there will be consequences that you can't expect and can't afford. His gaze and voice softened at the same time, "Don't worry Dad, did you hear me?"

Under such a majestic and sincere gaze, Fang Sishen nodded.

"Hua Dingsong has a lot of abilities, but he has experienced ups and downs, depressed in his later years, and complained more. Xiaosi, you are still young, just follow him to learn, don't be infected with the old and young. Corruption, this is a matter of the pattern of being a human being."

Fang Sishen wanted to refute, knowing that he would not be able to refute his father, so he simply remained silent.

Fang Duzhi took out a cigarette, but did not light it, and held it in his hand as a gesture.The street light came in through the car window, Fang Sishen looked at his father, he couldn't see his face clearly in the dim light, he seemed to be full of depression and exhaustion.

After a while, Fang Duzhi's deep voice sounded slowly: "For one thing, everyone should have the freedom to do it and the right not to do it. I won't go to the parade because I can't find a reason to go. Xiao Si, You have no right to blame Dad for this."

After a pause, I seemed to sneer: "All my classmates went away. Many people died, but I was still alive. I collected their bodies for them, contacted their relatives in their hometown, and helped them deal with the funeral. Many people also ran away. , those who have no ability hide back to their hometown, and nine times out of ten they will never recover from a setback and ruin their future. Those who have ability hide abroad, most of them live in the shelter of others, begging for mercy. The one who yelled the most fiercely, now who is not full of Citigroup gold in his pocket, Pointing fingers at this side across the surging ocean, spitting all over the place?"

Fang Sishen sat blankly.The clues about the self-reform that were faintly circulated among the teachers and students were bloody exposed by the father's few words.

Fang Duzhi put the cigarette back into his pocket again: "'Wangmen lodged in Zhisi Zhangjian, endured death and waited for Dugan for a while. I smiled to the sky from the sidelines, and went to spare Kunlun.' Xiaosi, these things are too complicated, don't you Just do what you want to do right now, that's enough."