Arty Records

Thanks to the blessing of Jingshi University, the business related to culture around the campus is very good, and the bookstore is especially prosperous.The main road outside the east gate turns a corner and extends northward. There are two streets, large and small, and there are many books and shops, each with its own characteristics.

If it wasn't for Fang Sishen, Hong Xinyao would never have known that selling books could be so prosperous in his life.

It was said that Young Master Hong called Teacher Fang and passed it on to the guardian.Because of his many criminal records and Hong Yaoge's emphatic exhortations, the old lady refused to let go of what she said this time.Hearing is believing, seeing is believing, personally escorted him to Beijing Normal University, and saw Fang Sishen coming out of the dormitory building, he was really relieved.

Fang Sishen respects the elderly, the shrewd but kind old man asks him personally, how can he refuse.I had no choice but to follow other people's words: "What you said is that the books in the market are mixed and uneven, and it is easy to be misled. I just want to buy a few books myself..."

"That's really troublesome. Xiaoyao, thank you teacher."

"Thank you teacher!" Hong Xinyao winked at Fang Sishen from behind.

Like all retired teachers and old ladies who were unwilling to be lonely, Hong Xinyao, the guardian, chatted with Fang Sishen very familiarly.

"Don't look at Xiaoyao who is sometimes naughty, but he is not a child who doesn't like to learn. Although his foundation is not good, I can see that he is very interested in traditional culture. He went back almost every Saturday in the last semester. He talked about it with my old woman and visited it. What a museum. Your Chinese elective course is so good, you even take a tour during the class, and you even write a thesis to do research, I think it will work!"

After hearing this, Fang Sishen raised his eyes to look at Hong Xinyao.

Young Master Hong still remembers the series of cultural lies he told his guardians in order to hang out with Zhou Xincheng and others on Saturday afternoon.This time it was exposed on the spot, and he hurriedly bowed his hands in a panic, winking desperately and begging for hints.

Fang Sishen withdrew his gaze and talked to the old lady seriously: "That was the last semester, mainly to stimulate the students' interest. This semester, we should concentrate on writing papers. There will be no visits on Saturday afternoon."

Hong Xinyao was taken aback when he heard the words. He didn't expect Fang Shudan to have such a bright mind, so he changed his mouth and cut off his back.He finally took care of face and didn't expose himself. For a while, he didn't know whether to thank him or blame him.

After seeing off the old lady, the two walked to the bookstore one after the other.Young Master Hong was a little upset, walking absent-mindedly, he didn't pay attention to the person leading the way in front of him suddenly stopped and turned around, almost bumped into him, and yelled out in fright: "What are you doing!"

Fang Sishen took two steps back, stood still and stared at him seriously.

"Why..." Young Master Hong's tone was inexplicably weak.

"So you lied for a whole semester, and you used electives as a shield." Fang Sishen seemed calm, but his tone was cold.

"How can there be..." But Zhima is a big mess, and it seems that he has committed a heinous crime.Hong Xinyao said angrily: "I just find it troublesome. To be honest, it's nothing. What's wrong with going out to play with classmates on weekends? It's just that the old woman is too wordy. When she cross-examines her clearly, it will be dark and she's still playing a fart!" Find an excuse by the way, and it's not intentional to lie to her."

"I have no intention of interfering in your private life, but I don't like being used as an excuse for lying." Fang Sishen lowered his voice when a passerby passed by from time to time, "I hope there will be no next time."

Hong Xinyao was so angry that he felt aggrieved no matter what he heard, but he didn't know what to say in reply.

He stayed at home for a year, and spent more than a week in a cram school. When he saw Fang Sishen, he still had the friendly impression of getting along with him when he was collecting songs.In addition, there were special gains during the tutoring period, and there was also some dark excitement mixed with meeting Teacher Fang.Who would have thought that this interruption would spoil the good atmosphere.He slapped the tree trunk by the side of the road with a slap, and couldn't help but spit out: "Damn it!"

Fang Sishen stopped talking, turned around and left.

Young Master Hong wished he could kick a few more times, seeing that Fang Sishen was about to turn a corner, he chased after him with a few steps.

Along the way, Fang Sishen passed several large-scale Facebook stores, but Fang Sishen didn't intend to go in.Until finally stopped in front of an inconspicuous shop, looked back at Hong Xinyao, motioned him to follow him.Open the curtain and enter the house, the stairs beside the door are narrow and steep, one leads to the top, the other leads to the ground, a small bookstore has three floors.All kinds of books are densely piled up in layers, as if they may fall down at any time, smashing all the people in the store.

Hong Xinyao was tall, and when he entered the door, he almost had his head on his head, and when he turned around, he almost swept the stack of books in the middle to the ground.

Fang Sishen turned around and said, "Watch out." He walked down the stairs stepping on the familiar way.

Because there is no school, there are not many people.No matter men, women, young or old, they all stood or sat, leaned or leaned on the pile of books in front of the shelf, flipping through one book after another.Hong Xinyao looked around twice, but couldn't tell who was the employee and who was the customer.The white and miserable energy-saving lights illuminate the drooping heads, and there is no movement except for the occasional rattling of paper pages. The thoroughfare and bustling city that I passed just a moment ago seems to belong to another time and space.Young Master Hong felt as if he had entered a mysterious gang stronghold, and he lifted his spirits.He raised his eyes and looked around, full of books.The columns of characters on the spine of the book obviously know a lot, but few of them can understand the meaning, and the strings of characters are shaking in front of their eyes like spells.

"Hello!" He lowered his voice and tugged at the person in front of him.

Fang Sishen just turned around and handed him a thin booklet: "Take a look through this book and see if it's easy to read."

What else do you want to ask, Fang Sishen has already pulled out another book, looking focused, as if being sucked in by the book.In this situation, a kind of unreasonable pressure spread in the narrow space, Hong Xinyao swallowed the words.

Looking down at the book in his hand, there are four words on the cover: "Historical Tales of Eunuchs".At last Young Master Hong followed Shi Tong for nothing, and recognized the "eunuch" as the eunuch.The binding of this book is plain and simple, and it is much more shabby than the bunch of colorful flowers he bought before.Open the first page, the table of contents is arranged directly according to the historical age.It is not in vain that Young Master Hong made a surprise attack on the history subject before the final exam, and memorized the most basic dynastic order table by heart. Seeing this table of contents, his eyes lit up.

It was rare for him to open any serious book and feel effortless, and he couldn't help feeling elated for a moment, feeling proud and proud, and for the first time in the world, he settled down and read each word slowly.After reading the preface introduction, paragraphs of quotations from ancient books began to appear in the main text, and I was dumbfounded.A little reconciled, I gnawed at the footnotes for another half page, only to feel dizzy, tinnitus and dizziness, and closed the book with a "snap" in anger.

This lingering sound lingered, almost alarming everyone who read the book.Facing several pairs of eyes looking over, Hong Xinyao opened the corner of his mouth and smiled silently.After everyone else settled down and stopped looking this way, they quietly put the book back into Fang Sishen's hand.

"How?" After Fang Sishen asked, seeing that he didn't make a sound, he suddenly realized that he was embarrassed to say he didn't understand.Pass him the other book you picked out: "Look at this."

After receiving it, Hong Xinyao realized that this book was much thicker than the previous one, and the title of the book was "The Eunuch's Biography of Vernacular National History".A year ago, Young Master Hong would most likely have to ask: Is vernacular the language of God?Now that I have undergone some cultural baptism, I have heard of the "Vaihua Movement" to some extent. I know that although this book is thick, it will not contain classical Chinese like a heavenly book, so I obediently opened it and read it.

When I read, my neck was sore and my eyes were swollen, I raised my head and twisted my shoulders, let out a breath, and felt that I had almost read all the books in my life at this moment.Looking back, it was only a dozen pages, and I felt very frustrated.Gently bumping Fang Sishen with the book, seeing Teacher Fang raised his eyes with a questioning expression, Hong Xinyao weighed it with both hands, meaning it was too thick, and silently handed it back to him.

Consciously ashamed, he was a little reluctant to look up, but Fang Sishen sent another copy to his eyes.This one is thicker than the previous two, hardcover and hardcover, like a dictionary.On the cover is a line-drawn cartoon, with two large characters saying: "Illustrated Book of Vernacular Chinese History Album - The Story of the Eunuch"

He took it and said in a low voice, "You don't need to read it, just this book."

"Then you go upstairs to pay the bill yourself, and go home. I'll pick something else." Fang Sishen thought about it, and added, "Call me when you get home."

When Hong Xinyao heard that Fang Sishen told him to go first, for some reason, he was a little unhappy.Looking around, he said, "I'll watch here for a while, let's go together." Then, following the example of others, he took out the small saddle under the bookshelf, sat down in a corner that was out of the way, and held the This big album looks serious.

He was about 1.8 meters tall, huddled into a ball and cramped in the pile of books, Fang Sishen couldn't help worrying about the little pony under his buttocks.Seeing his eldest and young master sitting down tremblingly, turning the pages of the book steadily, he couldn't help smiling, and changed the shelf to find what he needed.

After reading more than a dozen pages, Hong Xinyao couldn't sit still anymore. He stretched on the spot and looked around, only to realize that Fang Sishen had changed his position and was leaning against the gap between the two bookshelves at the opposite corner.There was a large stack of books on the edge of the shelf, and it seemed that he had picked them all. After flipping through one, he picked up the second book without moving his eyes.Feeling Hong Xinyao's gaze, Fang Sishen nodded at him, smiled slightly, and didn't think to ask him if he was going to leave, and continued to concentrate on looking at himself.

Young Master Hong thought to himself: It's really not unfair to call him a bookworm.

Half of the windows in the basement were exposed to the ground, and the sunlight slanted in, sprinkled a small piece of flowing gold on Fang Sishen's body, rippling like water.He himself didn't realize it, and let the fine spots of light jump on the shoulders and neck, against the smile that hadn't dissipated at the corner of his mouth, it became a seed that broke through the ground in the cold spring.

Hong Xinyao suddenly felt that Fang Shudai had turned into a painting.What kind of painting is it? He has limited artistic accomplishment, but he can't tell. He just stares and looks at it instinctively. His heart is empty for a while, but it seems full, and he doesn't bother to think about anything.This feeling seems familiar. It took me a long time to remember that during the winter vacation, we went to the river beach to see Sima Zu’s grave together. Fang Shudai stood alone on the stone to see the scenery. .

Reaching out his hand to take out his phone from his butt pocket, while he was in a daze, he still didn't forget to set it to mute, and took a picture of the person opposite, together with the bookshelf, the window, and the sunlight.

When Fang Sishen finally chose the book he wanted to buy, Hong Xinyao who was beside him earlier came over immediately.Teacher Fang was obviously taken aback, and almost asked "Why haven't you left yet", but finally remembered the cause and effect, and apologized: "I'm sorry for making you wait so long." Seeing Hong Xinyao holding all three books in his hand, he was a little surprised: "You don't need so much, just read as much as you can."

"Are there too many books? I think they are all pretty good." Young Master Hong refused to show his timidity, as if he loved books and loved to learn.It turned out that he was bored waiting, so he pulled out the two books recommended by Fang Sishen first, and his mood was not as impetuous as before, and it didn't seem as difficult as it was at the beginning.Putting the three books together, I was suddenly blessed to my heart, and realized that Teacher Fang had put in so much effort, it was because he was sincerely thinking of himself, and the previous bit of resentment was completely out of the blue.

After leaving the bookstore, it was already dark.Hong Xinyao moved to Fang Sishen's side: "Teacher Fang, are you not angry?"

Fang Sishen glanced at him: "I wasn't angry at all."

"Then shall I treat you to dinner?"

"No need. It's so late, you should go back quickly."

"I have already told the guardian that I will go back after having dinner with you."

Fang Sishen doubted: "When did you say that?"

"Wait for you. You were engrossed, and you didn't pay attention when I came out and went in again." Seeing that Fang Sishen was skeptical, he handed over the phone, "If you don't believe me, ask. The first number is, I just dialed it not long ago. "

It was indeed time to eat, Fang Sishen said: "You don't need to ask, and you don't need to invite me. If you don't mind, come and eat in the cafeteria with me."

"No, I have to treat you to this meal." Hong Xinyao came out to make a phone call in the middle, and he had already taken a fancy to a restaurant nearby, dragging Fang Sishen's arm and left, "If I go to tutoring, it will cost 500 yuan an afternoon, and it will still be a big class , you spent all this time picking books for me, and I have already caught up with the VIP individual tutoring. At least let the students show their affection. If you don’t eat, will I have to pay the class fee? Besides, I haven’t gone out for a long time, right? In class, I just stare at the old woman, I don't even have a speaker..."

Turning around and staring at Teacher Fang eagerly: "You just take pity on me. I don't care about my father or mother. What's the difference between being an orphan here? Have a meal with me, and it's not about killing you. As for you... "

Fang Sishen was finally dragged into the "Xingzui Pavilion" by him, and sat down.There is no way to shirk it, and it makes sense logically, so I just accept it frankly.Hong Xinyao has a good sense of interpersonal skills. He chose a place with a good environment and a moderate price. It is the first choice for the students to treat guests. Fang Sishen has been here before, so he is not unfamiliar.

After ordering two signature dishes, Fang Sishen took out a few books he had bought and looked through them.It is said that he has no spare money to buy books at all, but he will wear new clothes when he returns home during the Chinese New Year, and the subsidy for collecting music during the winter vacation after school will come down. I haven’t visited a bookstore for a long time, and I feel itchy for a while, so I set aside half a month for food expenses, and the rest I spent all my time.

Hong Xinyao was used to being ignored by him, so he remembered a passage he saw in the album, searched it out and pushed it under Fang Sishen's nose: "Teacher Fang, look at this."

Fang Sishen put down his book and followed his fingers to read it.

"All walks of life are used to enshrining celebrities who have relations with the industry in history. Carpenters worship Lu Ban as their ancestors, prostitutes worship Liang Hongyu as their grandparents, and eunuchs worship Ma Zizhang of Taishi Company." Next to the text, there is a painting On the memorial tablet, a group of former Qing eunuchs are kneeling and saluting.

"Mr. Fang, according to this, isn't Tai Shigong the first eunuch? Why did Shi Tong say that the castration was more than 1000 years earlier than the former Han Dynasty?"

Fang Sishen flipped through the entire book before saying, "It's very good to be able to connect and think about problems and make comparisons. But you should read the book from the beginning to the end first, and if you still can't find the answer, let's discuss it together. Let me give you a hint: Being castrated and becoming an eunuch cannot be equated, including the meaning of eunuch, and it did not specifically refer to eunuchs at first. In the history of Daxia Kingdom, eunuchs were specially used to work in the harem after the Han Dynasty. Using eunuchs, It is to avoid dirtying the inner court, so this custom is actually closely related to the stricter palace prohibition and the more complete hierarchy."

"Oh." Hong Xinyao nodded, with a half-understanding look on his face.Looking for something to say: "I think Tai Shigong will definitely be very depressed if he knows that he will become the patriarch of the eunuch after his death."

Fang Sishen smiled helplessly: "Everyone is dead, how can I care about these things." He couldn't help but sighed, "The state of historical and cultural heritage in the hands of future generations will show its value. Tai Shigong became a eunuch and a line of patriarchs. , It’s a problem for future generations.” Seeing that Hong Xinyao obviously didn’t understand, he added, “Things that have become history, if future generations value it, it will be valuable; if future generations spoil it, it will be worthless. The city is known to have the ruins of Tai Shigong. The people of Hejin forgot him, and he did not exist, and the people of Hancheng praised him, so he became popular again. Of course, this is absolutely true, just as a metaphor.”

"What do you mean...to regard Tai Shigong as the eunuch and patriarch, because posterity only sees him..." First Young Master Hong glanced around, no one paid attention to the conversation here, and said, "Only see him" that 'It was cut off, just like an eunuch, I can't see that he wrote "Tai Shi Gong Shu", can't see... what is that called? Yes, spirit! Unyielding spirit!"

Fang Sishen was a little surprised. Although Hong Xinyao's words were straightforward, he understood the truth very thoroughly.

"That's right. Putting the cart before the horse, that's what it means."

Young Master Hong felt that he was becoming more and more educated, and he was able to have such a profound conversation with Fang Shudai.

The two chatted while eating, and finally Fang Sishen said: "As long as you read one of the books carefully in the past few days, write down any questions you have, and leave it to me at the beginning of school, you will be able to make up your homework."

Hong Xinyao stretched out a hand, full of pride: "Deal!"

Fang Sishen glared at him: "Should I still make a deal with you?"

"Hey..." She smirked.Changing the subject, "You know, I met an old acquaintance of yours in a cram school. Guess who it is?"

Fang Sishen was puzzled: "Students from our elective courses?"

"No No No."

"You teacher Hu?"

Hong Xinyao was annoyed: "How is it possible! I guarantee that you won't be able to figure it out even if you try your best."

"Then what else do you want me to guess?"

Seeing that the other party didn't care, Hong Xinyao curled his lips: "It's really boring. Let me tell you, the Western language teacher in the cram school actually retired from the No. [-] High School. She just—" took a breath, and made a full gesture , "She was your class teacher in the third year of high school, Teacher Yuan Xialing!"

Fang Sishen was a little puzzled: "I don't even remember the teacher's last name, how do you know?"

"I..." Hong Xinyao got stuck.Could it be that "I dug your grave"?Fortunately, he was quick-witted, and immediately picked up: "Mr. Hu mentioned it to me. Do you know, Mr. Yuan still remembers you!" He was quickly thinking about how to lie, but Fang Shudai didn't ask any more questions, but just froze for a while, and said : "I haven't been to school for a few days, it's hard for that Teacher Yuan to remember me."

"It turns out that you also transferred to Guoyi High School in the middle." Hong Xinyao said sympathetically, "Mr. Yuan also said that you haven't attended a few days of classes, but there was a Western vocabulary test, and you got the only perfect score. She was very impressed." After a pause, he said naturally, "Hey, help me read Spanish when you have time."