Arty Records

The campus of the National Higher Humanities Institute itself is a first-class cultural relic protection unit, and due to objective conditions, it is impossible to carry out large-scale construction projects.After Fang Duzhi was awarded the title of dean, he took the opportunity of the school celebration to ask the central government for money and land, and built a large modern building across the road, moved Xinxing College and all dormitories out of the old campus, and connected it with a bridge in the middle, changing the cramped situation in the past. The overall scale is gradually comparable to that of Jingshi University.

As the dean, Fang Duzhi only lives in a spacious apartment in the new campus, with four bedrooms and two living rooms, just like other senior professors and senior management personnel.This house was only built when Fang Sishen was in his third year of college, and he lived in it for only a few months, so he said he was going home, but it felt very strange.I followed my father into the house, and I could see the whole living room. Except for the sofa and coffee table in the middle, and a row of bookcases by the wall, there was no other furniture.

Seeing a shrub as tall as a person in a large flower pot by the window, I couldn't help but smile, and walked over automatically, and picked a red fruit with a withered branch and stuffed it into my mouth.

This noodle fruit tree is the seed that Fang Duzhi brought back when he went back to Manggan Road to handle the household registration procedures for him.Because of the unacceptable water and soil, it was difficult to plant it alive, and the most tenacious one remained, which bloomed and bore fruit every year.When we moved, there was no elevator in the old building, and we were worried about the rough hands and feet of the workers. The father and son worked together to move out the door and move down the stairs step by step. It took a lot of effort.

Fang Duzhi stood quietly by the door, staring at the young man's gentle silhouette and joyful expression, and suddenly raised his hand to wipe his eyes.

"Dad, why did you let them do this?" Fang Sishen turned his head and saw his father's appearance, his voice stuck in his throat.

"dad……"

"It's nothing." Fang Duzhi kept his expression steady, "You used to clean them up, how could I care about them?" He smiled slightly, "This year the fruit is particularly abundant, and the last batch of hanging branches is the sweetest, but it's a pity that they almost fell off. "

Fang Sishen turned around and walked towards the kitchen, as if he couldn't bear to see his father's smiling face: "I'll take these off and soak them in water to drink."

Fang Duzhi pushed back against the door and closed his eyes.

This child, in essence, has inherited that person's temperament so thoroughly: naive, stubborn, indifferent, kind, quick to learn, clumsy in the world.Reluctance to compromise is like a rock on the shore of autumn, and caring is like warm silk.As soon as he came back, the empty and deserted house immediately became alive.

Fang Duzhi followed up in the kitchen: "I'll cook the dumplings."

Fang Sishen returned to the living room with a sea bowl, ready to pick dried noodles, but couldn't help but sneezed several times.My ears buzzed, and my head suddenly became heavy.

Fang Duzhi appeared at the kitchen door: "Xiao Si, you have a cold!" It was no longer a questioning tone.

Fang Sishen put down the bowl and rubbed both temples, but the more he rubbed, the more painful it became, the meridians and blood vessels under the skin throbbed.The long-distance trip has been rushing around for days, talking and thinking all night, and the heat and cold are uneven. All the fatigue and depression, the external cold and the internal fire, all of which exploded quickly and concentrated without him being aware of it.

"Well, it seems to be a bit of a cold." But in an instant, he was already top-heavy and his legs were weak.Leaning on the wall and turning around: "I'm going to take a shower first."

"No!" Fang Duzhi rushed over, "You forgot how scary your cold is, let me see if you have a fever." He grabbed his son's shoulder with one hand, and touched his forehead with the other.

Fang Sishen backed away abruptly, almost hitting the coffee table, unable to hide her panic.

"It's okay...it should be caused by the cold water in the dormitory in the afternoon." He forced a smile, "You forgot, I don't get sick all year round. I really have a cold, which means it looks scary, but it's actually nothing."

Fang Duzhi slowly withdrew his hands, took half a step back without showing any signs, and reprimanded him with a straight face: "I don't know how to take care of myself at such an age! Why do you take cold water in winter?"

"After sitting on the train for more than ten hours, the dirt is really unbearable."

He didn't notice it before, but when he looked closely under the light, Fang Duzhi realized that his son seemed to have lost weight again.Due to the fever, the cheeks of his gray face were flushed red, like two balls of burning black gold.

He sighed helplessly: "If you insist on taking a bath, go and wash it quickly. I'll find you antipyretics."

Fang Sishen forced himself into the bathroom, and heard his father's voice outside the door: "I told you to mess around outside, and then you got sick when you got home. Did you come back here to make trouble for Dad?" .The familiar scene buried in the corner of memory came to mind, Fang Sishen felt weak all over, and the hand holding the shower could not help but tremble slightly.

Concentrating all the strength in his body, he finished washing as quickly as possible, dressed properly and walked out before his father knocked on the door.My room has not changed from three years ago, but the pillows and bedding exude a fresh fragrance after washing.

Fang Duzhi sat by the bed and wanted to feed his son medicine.Fang Sishen took the pills and water in his hand, tried to open his tired eyes wide, and looked at his father: "Dad, I have grown up."

After taking the pill, he added: "I grew up a long time ago."

Fang Duzhi raised his head, a few wrinkles appeared on his forehead, and he suddenly looked old.

"I know... Dad knows, you've grown up." I wanted to touch my son's forehead, but in the end I just passed the ice pack over, "The water and medicine are here. I'll set an alarm clock for you, and you'll be back in four hours." Eat once." After finishing speaking, he got up and walked out.

"dad."

Fang Duzhi stopped, but didn't look back.

"I'm sorry, I'll eat the dumplings you made in two days."

"It's okay. The dumplings are frozen in the refrigerator. You can eat them whenever you want." Fang Duzhi said, gently closing the door.

The sound of firecrackers outside the window became more and more distant, Fang Sishen confirmed the alarm clock, helped the ice pack on his forehead, couldn't hold it anymore, and fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, Fang Sishen woke up from his sleep, and the alarm sound of "Didi" in the dream was still ringing in his ears, and it took him a long time to realize that it was the alarm clock.My whole body was sore, and I struggled for a long time before I reached for my phone and turned off the ringer.Then I reached out to turn on the bedside lamp, fumbled back and forth for a long time but couldn't find the switch, and made myself out of breath.

"Crack!" The light came on.A figure bent down and stretched out its arms toward him.

Fang Sishen shuddered, and without knowing where the strength came from, he propped himself up on the bed and sat up.Grabbing the hand that was stretched out, he called out: "Dad!" His voice should have been harsh, but because his throat was burning with smoke, it turned out to be hurried and hoarse, but instead he seemed to be seeking comfort in fear.

Fang Duzhi held his hand instead, sat down slowly, and said, "Even the palm of your hand is so hot."

Fang Sishen collected his mind, relaxed his body, and said in the most serious tone: "Dad, please pass me the cup."

"Ah, good." Fang Duzhi let go.Cups, pills, thermometers, and replacement ice packs were all handed over, and then received.

"Dad, what time is it?" There were sporadic firecrackers faintly.

"It's past three o'clock. Go back to sleep. I'll call you when it's time to take your medicine."

Fang Duzhi helped his son turn off the light, tucked in the quilt, and walked out lightly.Fang Sishen opened his eyes, lay down for a while, heard no movement outside, got up from the bed bit by bit, leaned on the support of the wall, touched the door very slowly, pulled the latch and locked it.

He knew that the people next door could probably hear him, but he couldn't allow himself to be careless.After all, youth and ignorance can no longer be used as an excuse for making mistakes.He is obliged to do his best to keep this hard-won father-son bond.

For the next few days, Fang Duzhi took care of his sick son at home.Neither go out nor let people come to the door.When relatives, friends, colleagues and disciples call to pay New Year greetings, the most frequent words are: "Xiao Si is back." "Xiao Si is sick." "When Xiao Si recovers, I must take him with me."

Fang Duzhi tried every means to increase nutrition for his son, cooking porridge and soup, cooking quickly and slowly, making the house fragrant all day long.Fang Sishen was never picky about food, he ate whatever he wanted, and occasionally praised his father's craftsmanship.

Professor Fang Da was in a good mood, and chatted with his son at leisure: "The student from the No. [-] High School you recommended, I secretly paid attention to it, and it is indeed a good seed."

Fang Sishen was stunned for a moment before he remembered that it was Liang Ruogu.At this time, his impression of Liang Ruogu had been greatly reduced, but he was unwilling to tell his father the ins and outs.Firstly, it will only make him appear clumsy and pedantic, and secondly, in the eyes of Professor Fang Duzhi, I'm afraid it will further solidify his image as a rising star.So he said lightly: "He is indeed different among his peers, without my recommendation, he would naturally attract attention."

"That's true." Fang Duzhi crossed his legs and leaned on the chair, showing a leisurely and elegant demeanor.

"Our 'Youth National Academy', because it is the first time, we need to create a brand effect first. Although the students are only high school students, all the people who come to the discussion are famous teachers and scholars. For the traditional art part, Bai Lao was invited. Speaking of it, it almost broke my mouth." Professor Fang said slightly, "That Liang Ruogu, it's not easy for Mr. Bai to remember him in two classes. The younger generation is fearful, the younger generation is fearful..."

Bai Yiyan was the executive chairman of the Culture and Arts Committee when she was in office, and she was a visiting professor at several colleges and departments of Chinese studies and arts.After retiring, he also held the false title of president of the Calligraphers and Painters Association, and he resigned from the professorship.Fang Duzhi was able to persuade him to give lectures for the "Youth Chinese School", in addition to personal relationships, more importantly, this move just fits the old man's idea of ​​"starting Chinese studies from babies".

Fang Sishen is familiar with his father's way of speaking, and has also met many people in the circle, but he has never learned to use the same perfunctory way.Leaning on the head of the bed while drinking water, while flipping through the book.He glanced at his father occasionally to show that he was listening.

"It doesn't matter if you visit another house this year, I still have to go to Bailao's place."

Fang Sishen looked up.

"Father knows that you don't like to socialize, but visiting your elders is the minimum etiquette. It will be neat in two days, come with me, huh?"

Fang Sishen thought about it, and said: "If I must visit the elders, I would rather visit my uncle and aunt."

Fang Duzhi's face darkened immediately: "If he is a younger brother, he didn't come to visit his elder brother first, why should you, a nephew, visit your uncle! No!"

Fang Jishan, the former vice president of the Federation of Literary Artists and a famous red writer, his eldest son Fang Duzhi is now a giant of Chinese studies and the dean of the Higher Humanities College; his second son Fang Minzhi was a pioneer among pioneer poets when he was young, and he is now in his forties , the blood is not diminished, and the old is getting stronger. He can be called a radical old cynic and a new opinion leader.Fang Jishan is popular and professional in creation, but he coincides with Wu Shuran, who was known as "a teacher of new culture and a model of old morality" back then. He values ​​ethics and norms and is strict with his two sons.

President Fang has been away for more than ten years, if there is anyone in the world who knows: not long after the eldest son returned to Beijing from Manggan Road, the two brothers did not conspire with each other because of their different ways. Once the old father died, they had no contact with each other; within a few years, another illegitimate child appeared The eldest grandson, the eldest son dared to abandon his wife and daughter in spite of the disgrace of the world; the second son lost the discipline of his father and brother, and became increasingly reactionary. He almost went to prison several times. ...I'm afraid I will die of anger again in the coffin.

Fang Sishen has heard a lot about his grandfather, whom he had no chance to meet, and knows the source of his father's stubbornness on the issue of his brothers' seniority.Whispered: "Didn't my aunt specially call to come to pay New Year's greetings? You said I was sick, and you still didn't let her come to see me."

When Fang Duzhi wanted his son to recognize his ancestors, he called Fang Minzhi through Bai Rui.Fang Minzhi held a banquet in Tongchunlou outside Zhengyangmen, and the family invited his nephew to dinner to recognize relatives. Fang Sishen was extremely impressed by his maverick uncle and beautiful and kind aunt.

Fang Duzhi snorted: "Bai Rui likes to play tricks on all sides the most. Do you think she really cares about you? If she really cares, why don't you usually visit your school?"

Fang Sishen fell silent.He believed that his father didn't even know the names of the two cousins, but he complained that his aunt didn't go to school to see him.

Fang Duzhi saw his son lowering his eyebrows and closing his eyes, and knew that he didn't take it to heart.He sighed softly: "Because of Bai Lao's recommendation, Fan Youchang is about to be appointed as a special counselor of the Cultural Affairs Bureau. This is considered to be an official career. Maybe even I will have to follow his face in the future. Xiao Si, the necessary interpersonal communication is a part of life. .You don’t need to do anything extra, just go for a walk with Dad, it will be good for the future, huh?”

Fang Sishen was silent.Just when the father almost thought that his son had been persuaded, he suddenly raised his head: "Father, do you know what I am doing here?"

"Huh?" Fang Duzhi didn't understand for a while.

"I'm just coming back to spend the New Year with you. I'll go back to school after the fifth day of the new year. I have a lot of work to do, and it's been too long."

After Fang Duzhi listened, he suddenly smiled: "Xiao Si is right, but Dad was wrong. You should come back to spend the New Year with Dad on purpose, and you should go to hell with such unsightly mundane things!"

On the sixth day of the new year, Fang Duzhi was still busy in the kitchen, and Fang Sishen called out in the living room, "Dad, I'm going back to school."

Professor Fang Da's hands trembled, almost breaking a plate.Rushing to the door, I saw my son wearing new clothes and carrying a small plastic bag in his hand: "I took the dried noodles."

"Okay, okay...then, bring some more... dumplings, okay? The dormitory can't be hot, you can't eat cold ones now..."

Fang Sishen said: "There are pots in the dormitory."

Professor Fang Da frantically packed the dumplings, glanced at his son again, and said, "Take those to school to wear, too. It's going to be cold for two months."

"Take the trouble and change it when you come back next time."

Fang Duzhi's movements froze: "Xiaosi, you mean...you can change it next time you come back?"

"Ah."

Professor Fang Da suppressed his ecstasy and pretended to look at the new clothes: "The length is enough, why does it seem to be empty? Xiaosi, you need to eat more."

Fang Sishen's life has been difficult for the past year, and she is already thinner than before.I am sick at home these days, although I eat and drink every meal, my appetite is limited.Coupled with the mental tension day and night, he had to be careful and bothered to comfort the person he called Dad, which was almost beyond his ability to bear. Not only did he not gain weight, but he became thinner.

Fang Duzhi pushed forward: "Is the money enough to spend? Dad will give you some food subsidies in your card tomorrow."

"Dad!" Fang Sishen yelled vigorously.

Professor Fang Da rubbed his hands: "Oh... I'm sorry, Dad forgot again, you've grown up..."

When Fang Sishen returned to the dormitory, the first thing he did was to water the shallots and garlic.Then pack up, clean up, and turn on the computer to handle email.

There was a letter from a stranger, and upon opening it, it turned out to be Liang Ruogu.Under the respectful and polite New Year greetings, there are a few questions to ask Teacher Fang.

Fang Sishen hesitated a little, but calmed down and answered one by one.At the end, I carefully added two lines of postscripts: "The sages once said: 'Academics are mind skills.' This statement not only investigates what kind of mind skills are used for academics, but also tests the process and purpose of academic learning. mutual encouragement."

Looking at it myself, I also feel old-fashioned and ugly, and I am afraid it will offend young people.However, the words are like a bone stuck in the throat, and they must be reserved and weighty, so they have to be written in this way.

Calculating the date, there are still two weeks before the first elective course of the new semester, and Brother Hao Yi's syllabus has also been sent to the mailbox.Prepared for two courses at the same time, and had to think about a new graduation project, Fang Sishen was suddenly too busy to concentrate on anything else.

A few days later, at noon, when I was going to the cafeteria for dinner, my cell phone rang, it was a number I had never seen before.

"Excuse me, is this Fang Sishen?" The voice was a bit weird, as if he had purposely squeezed his throat and changed the tune.

"Yes, who are you?"

"You can't bear what you have committed, so prepare to get the hush money."

Although Fang Sishen had heard of the so-called harassing phone calls, it was the first time he actually received them.Grabbing the mobile phone, he went through the jokes among the limited acquaintances, and then tentatively asked: "Senior Brother Gao, are you back?"

"Who is your senior brother! Ha! Haha..." There was a burst of wild laughter from the other end.

Sure enough, it's not high honesty.The voice sounded familiar, but I couldn't remember who it was.Fang Sishen didn't ask any further questions, and waited patiently for the other party to report himself.

I had had enough laughing over there, and finally said happily, "I'm sorry, Teacher Fang, I'm Hong Xinyao."

"Student Hong Xinyao, hello."

"Teacher Fang, I'm in trouble again! I can only rely on you, you must come and save me!" The tone was exaggerated to the point of hypocrisy.

"Tell me what's going on first?"

"I was sent back to the cram school by the old man on the fifth day of junior high school. Didn't you tell me to make up the homework of last semester during the winter vacation? I finally got free yesterday afternoon, so I went to the bookstore to buy books. Who knew that I would be under guardianship if I bought them back?" I saw it, the old woman said in a daze that I bought a bunch of pornographic books, and she refused to believe no matter how I explained it, she insisted on calling the old man to complain, and even burned them all! Teacher Fang, you have to give me justice, are you Great doctor, the old woman will definitely listen to you!"

Fang Sishen asked, "What book did you buy?"

"Let me think about it... What about "Marrying an Eunuch as a Wife", "Eunuch and Concubine: Stories You Have to Tell", "How Ancient Eunuchs Steal Beauty and Hunt for Beauty"..."

Fang Sishen: "..."==|||