Arty Records

Jinzhou is mainly made of noodles, and the scallion pancakes are quite authentic. Young Master Hong salivated when he smelled the aroma, and stretched out his right hand to grab the pancakes.

Fang Sishen retracted his arm: "Change to the left hand, it should be cleaner."

It was only then that Hong Xinyao remembered that he had just grabbed the kid's black collar.Rubbing on the buttocks, he said carelessly: "It's not clean, you won't get sick if you eat it." He began to chew with each hand.

A nobleman was born in three generations, this detail fully exposed the essence of the nouveau riche Hong Dashao.But in this situation, it is unusually harmonious and natural.

Fang Sishen didn't say anything else, and walked forward while eating.When passing a lame beggar, he bent down as usual and put the change into the can.

"This cake tastes really good. It's almost as good as my mother's. I haven't eaten such an authentic green onion cake for a long time..." Seeing Fang Sishen donating to beggars, Young Master Hong stared: "You think it's too much money, it's all fucking Does the liar know? Believe it or not, he is a beggar who quits work and goes back to eat delicious food and drink spicy food. He is sure to live a better life than you, a big doctor..." As he said, he took out two pieces of cake from the plastic bag Fang Sishen was carrying.

"It's a fool like you who lied. If you have this spare money, you might as well give it to me!"

Fang Sishen ignored him all the time, when he heard this sentence, he suddenly said: "If you are willing to make yourself look like that and sit there, I will give it to you."

"Cough! Cough!" Young Master Hong choked.He obviously felt that this was wrong, but he couldn't refute it.He muttered, "Whoever has nothing to do makes himself a beggar, is he sick..."

The scallion pancakes cost eight yuan in total, and Hong Xinyao was too embarrassed to reach out after eating four yuan.Fang Sishen said, "Are you full? Three yuan is enough for me, and the other one is yours."

The two had already entered the campus dormitory area at this time.Before Hong Xinyao had time to pick up the last piece of cake, he saw a strangely dressed foreigner walking quickly, with surprise on his face: "Fang!" Understand.

Before Fang Sishen could answer, he rushed to ask, "What did the foreign devil say?"

However, Wei Deli understood the word "foreign devil", and said seriously: "Is it not unreasonable to say that a friend comes from afar? Isn't it rude to insult him like this?"

Hong Xinyao was surprised: "So you can speak Xia Yu!" Turning around, he asked Fang Sishen, "What did he say?"

"He said it was impolite for you to call him a foreign devil."

"Of course. It's rude, very rude." Wei Deli picked up Fang Sishen's teeth and repeated as if he was practicing speaking.

Knowing that the other party could understand Xia Yu, Young Master Hong also felt that it was inappropriate to call someone a devil in person, so he looked at the nondescript robe again, twitched the corners of his mouth, and stopped talking.

"Fang, do you have time this afternoon?"

"I'm grading students' homework this afternoon. What's your business?"

Wei Deli suddenly shrunk his nose, pointed to the only green onion pancake left in Fang Sishen's hand and asked, "What is this? It smells so good."

"Well, a kind of northern folk dessert, fried scallion pie." Fang Sishen explained in his mouth, and handed the cake to international friends, "If you don't mind, try it."

Wei Deli thanked, without any intention of politely refusing, took it and bit it: "Well, good, delicious!" After eating in two or three bites, he even licked his fingers for a round, and then said, "It's nothing important , I just want to ask you some life information and chat."

He is working hard to practice his spoken English, and after a few days, he has made significant progress.It's just that there are still many words that cannot be expressed and must be replaced by Spanish.Hong Xinyao guessed [-]% to [-]% of it, and hurriedly interjected: "Mr. Fang, I still have questions about homework to ask you!" As he spoke, he looked angrily and contemptuously, and snatched away the last scallion pancake. And the foreign devils who licked their fingers were so greedy.

"One, let's get together, you ask your questions, I ask my questions. I can ask you questions, and you can ask me questions." International friends are open-minded, and are very happy to have another partner for oral training.

Fang Sishen was worried about how to get rid of Hong Xinyao, and said, "It's fine. The weather is fine today, so it's good to find a place on campus to talk."

Weideli strictly abides by etiquette and does not involve privacy. He immediately said that he would wait in the garden in front of the apartment for an hour.Young Master Hong followed Fang Sishen into the door of the building, passed by the duty room, smiled brightly at the gatekeeper, and pointed to the person in front of him: "Hi Auntie, I'm here to find my brother." He entered the room as a matter of course, and followed straight into the dormitory.

"Tsk tsk..." Hong Xinyao had also visited the dwellings of his classmates, but he had never seen such a crowded and clean boys' dormitory.There is a single bed against the wall on the right, and a wooden shelf hangs on the wall, and all kinds of books and papers are piled up from the bed board along the wall, neatly stacked.There is a desk in front of the window, one end of the table is next to the bed, and the other end has a bookshelf.There are several long wooden boards nailed to the wall on the left, which are used as simple bookshelves, and they are also full and neat.Hong Xinyao suddenly remembered a word he had heard before: Book City.

In this dense and heavy book city, two windows are facing the door, the sun is shining brightly outside the window, illuminating the room completely, and the two potted plants on the window sill are full of greenery, exaggerating infinite vigor and vitality.

Looking east and west, Fang Sishen picked up a rag and put it in front of him: "Go out and turn left, go to the water room to wipe."

"Wipe what?"

"Wipe your black shoes."

Hong Xinyao looked down, no, the water stains on the shoes were almost dry, and the stains were mottled, making them more and more dirty.Although the dormitory has a concrete floor, it is cleaned spotlessly, and there are obvious black footprints behind him.

"There are so many problems..." He grumbled, but still took the rag.Just about to turn around, he rubbed his belly: "Well... I'm not full yet... Why did you give that foreign devil my scallion pancakes and ask him to buy it himself?"

Fang Sishen didn't know whether to laugh or cry.He never kept snacks, so after thinking about it, he asked, "Do you want to eat Yangchun noodles?"

The noodle in clear soup is named Yangchun, which is originally from Jiangnan.Young Master Hong's eyes lit up: "What are Yangchun noodles?"

"It's just a bald face."

"Oh...Okay." He pointed at the bottom of the bookshelf with sharp eyes, "There are still eggs!" Turning around, he went to the water room to shine his shoes, and announced loudly, "Poached eggs, here are two!"

Fang Sishen also went to the water room to wash his hands, and went back to cook the noodles.When Hong Xinyao came back after polishing his shoes, the water was already boiling, and Chef Fang was pouring noodles into the pot.After finishing the noodles, I really cracked two eggs into it, grinning happily while stirring.

"why are you laughing?"

"It's nothing, I remembered an old saying."

"What?"

"Half a child, eat a poor old man."

"Cut, two eggs will make you poor? Tell me, how much does it cost, young master, I have enough!" In Hong Xinyao's impression, Fang Shudai is definitely not rich, so maybe eating his two eggs really hurts my heart.

Fang Sishen was even more delighted, he suppressed a smile, and said, "How much is the spring onion pancake and Yangchun noodles? You invited me to dinner last time, and this one will be my return."

Hong Xinyao stared at him, suddenly came to his senses, and shouted: "You! You took advantage of me! You actually took advantage of me!"The dormitory was crowded, and he sat on the edge of the bed, slapping the bed board so angrily that the pile of books against the wall trembled.

"Stop taking pictures, clean up if it's messed up?" Fang Sishen said, leaned over to pick a few shallots, and went to the water room to rinse.He has never deliberately entertained and joked with others, but for some reason, this Young Master Hong always brings ready-made jokes to him, with the corners of his mouth raised and his eyes squinted, walking with ease.

Back in the house, Hong Xinyao was leaning on the window sill: "You actually planted shallots and garlic, which is too...too..." No "too" came out, "I thought it was a narcissus, so I just looked at it carelessly. alike!"

Fang Sishen picked up the scissors on the rack, clicked them a few times, and the minced shallots fell directly into the soup, and then cut off the power with a quick flick, picked up a bottle of sesame oil and added a few drops, the color and aroma were immediately complete, and the smell of shallot oil wafted across the room.

It was the first time in Hong Xinyao's life that he saw someone chop chopped green onions like this, and said cheerfully, "That's funny, let's add some garlic." He stretched out his hand to pinch two garlic leaves, picked up the scissors, and put them into the pot.

"Wash first."

"No, you don't spray medicine.—Is there any vinegar?"

"No."

"Is there any spicy oil?"

"No." Fang Sishen glanced at him, "Just eat it." Spread a rag on the table, take out the inner pot of the electric pot and put it on, "Can I just eat it like this? It's easy."

Hong Xinyao sat over and swallowed hard: "Where are the chopsticks?"

"Next to the eggs, take it yourself."

He lowered his head and was about to start, but stopped: "You don't want to eat?"

"Well, I'm not hungry."

"Then I'm so sorry..." Before he finished speaking, he had already picked up the poached egg and stuffed it into his mouth, "Then I can eat it, don't be greedy."

"Don't be greedy." Fang Sishen responded casually, got up and sorted out the books that were shaken by his slap on the bed, took out the reference books for class from the bag, put them back on the shelf, and sat down to read the thesis outlines submitted by the students.

Hong Xinyao ate with a sigh of relief, seeing Fang Sishen ignoring himself, he said, "Why don't you ask my opinion?"

"What's your opinion?—Don't talk with something in your mouth."

Young Master Hong stretched his neck and swallowed a big mouthful of noodles: "Ask me if it tastes good! The old woman asks me every meal, and if I change my mother, I will ask at least three times."

Fang Sishen smiled: "Is it delicious?"

"It's not bad." Hong Xinyao pouted, "Actually, it's pretty average. Yangchun noodles, right? The name is better than the thing, the smell is better than the look, and the look is better than the food."

In places in the north that really pay attention to pasta, eating noodles is not at all worth looking down on vermicelli.Jinzhou's famous whistle noodles, oil-splashed noodles, sliced ​​noodles, pulled noodles, stewed noodles...all of them are rolled and cooked now.The soft Yangchun noodles in the clear soup are really not very appetizing.

"That's all I have - aren't you hungry? You can eat anything when you're hungry."

Hong Xinyao picked up the pot and drank the soup.The four scallion pancakes are really not full. The Yangchun noodles are light and light, and they are quite delicious after eating, especially the noodle soup is refreshing, not greasy or greasy.He drank until he burped, put down his chopsticks with satisfaction, and sat on the chair too lazy to move.

Seeing that he hadn't moved for a long time, Fang Sishen couldn't help but said, "Go and wash the pot and chopsticks."

"Aren't you entertaining me? No one asks guests to wash the dishes."

"Do your own thing."

"I do not know."

"I won't do more, just do it."

Young Master Hong straightened his waist, and knocked on the side of the liner with his chopsticks: "Look at your broken pot, it's so rough, it should have been eliminated long ago. I'll just throw it in the trash for you, and buy a new one to compensate you. , what to wash." The second generation's ancestor's virtues were fully exposed.

Fang Sishen stood up: "You go. I didn't invite you here, let alone authorize you to handle my belongings."

"Yeah? I'll wash it, can't I wash it?" Hong Xinyao picked up the pot, walked out while stealthily looking at Fang Sishen's expression, and slandered: "What, cheapskate! It's like a stone in a latrine, smelly and hard... "

Throw the liner into the sink with a "clang", let go of the faucet and rush for a while.As the water splashed back, Young Master Hong jumped a few steps away, crossed his hands to appreciate the coolness of the pot, and was swirled by the rapid water flow.

Fang Sishen knew that his "no" was probably true, so he followed him.At this time, I stepped forward to adjust the water to an appropriate size, as if demonstrating, squeezed two drops of dishwashing liquid, rinsed it inside and out, and carefully brushed the chopsticks.His movements are meticulous, serious, skillful and smooth, just like writing on a blackboard.After washing for a while, the anger dissipated, and the expression softened, and he said to himself: "Don't waste things, cherish things."

Hong Xinyao said in his heart: It's just a mess, as for being so airy.Unconsciously, he stared blankly at those hands, forgetting to move his eyes away.

After a meal of noodles, it was time. The two went to the garden to meet Wei Deli.

Wei Deli clasped his fists at Hong Xinyao: "I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce myself just now. Next, ah, no, my name is Wei Deli. Wei is the guard, the virtue of morality, and the courtesy of politeness. Dare to ask your Excellency, ah no, Excuse me, what's your name?"

Hong Xinyao hugged his stomach and bent over laughing: "Haha, you're so funny! Why are you so funny, a foreigner!"

Fang Sishen interjected: "He is my part-time high school student, and his name is Hong Xinyao. The first and last two characters of Hong Bo's name are Hong, Quan Xinsen Miao Yanyao."

Wei Deli already knew that the vast majority of Xia people today don't understand the old vernacular, let alone classical Chinese, and while disappointed, they are also faintly proud.In his heart, he looked down on this rude child very much, but he didn't expect him to have such a special name. He was pleasantly surprised: "Good name! This is the best example of the Five Elements Theory applied to the folk." He asked Hong Xinyao, "Can I Is your name cited in the paper?"

First Young Master Hong blinked: "Ah, this... no."

Wei Deli showed a disappointed expression, and asked Fang Sishen: "Fang, your name is the best embodiment of the Holy Gate doctrine, can I quote your name in the paper?"

Before Fang Sishen could speak, Hong Xinyao replied flatly: "No!"

"Why? You are not Fang, how can you..."

Young Master Hong held up his index finger and shook his head solemnly: "No! If you can't do it, you can't do it." After searching his stomach, he suddenly remembered that he was kidnapped in elementary school, and after being rescued, his mother called him a ghost, and he immediately had an idea.

"To us Xia people, names are very important." After a pause, he borrowed a line from a martial arts movie, "A person lives with a name, but a person dies with a name. You must never lend your name to others casually. Because the name and that , souls are connected together, so a child is frightened and wants to call out the soul; if you want to harm someone, you can also curse his name. For example, for example..."

"For example, in "Journey to the West", in the episode of Golden Horn and Silver Horn, there was a plot where the name would be sucked into the gourd after answering the name." Fang Sishen saw him trying to use his brain, and felt sympathetic when he was amused. He smoothed things off, "Because the name may affect the fate of a person's life, parents are very cautious when naming their children, and even ask someone to calculate it; some people will change their names after they become adults in order to change their fortune."

Hong Xinyao nodded his head: "Look, it's impossible for us to agree to you casually for such an important matter."

Because Fang Sishen explained and translated at the right time, the conversation between the three of them was not hindered.

If Wedeli was a complete layman, he might think that the two of them were talking nonsense.But he is half Xia Guotong, so he knows some of these customs and phenomena, and there is no way to refute them, so he can only lower his head and say: "Then I will use the names of dead people as examples in the paper." Le, Hong Xinyao was busy making gestures to stop.

There is a wisteria corridor in the garden. Many students and couples who are in love sit on long wooden benches under the corridor.When the three of them passed by, a couple got up just in time, and three benches happened to be vacant.Fang Sishen sat down leaning against the porch pillar, put one leg on the stool, took out his homework for correction, and said, "Daniel, you can practice oral English with Hong Lian, and he can tell you what the most popular and fashionable Xiayu is now." Then he said to Hong Xinyao, "If you want, why not learn Spanish from Mr. Wei, he is very friendly to others."

Hong Xinyao was unhappy: "You clearly promised to teach me yourself."

Fang Sishen looked at him, not remembering when he promised this.

Wedley recommended himself: "I'll teach you the best Spanish. Don't learn Fang, he doesn't speak well. Ah, no, he speaks very well," he tried to express in modern vernacular, "but, he What I said was from the past, what was said in the past, not what everyone likes to say now."

Hong Xinyao frowned: "What was the past? The present? What do you mean?"

Fang Sishen said with a smile: "My Spanish is a bit similar to Daniel's Xia language. He learned classical Chinese at the beginning, and I learned the dictionary at the beginning. The daily language is also the style of 40 years ago, because the person who taught me lived in the Citigroup. The colloquial language has changed a lot, and I’m seriously behind.” Translated the word “outdated” to Wei Deli.

The latter puts what he has learned into practice: "You are not as outdated as I am. The person who taught me spoken English lived in Xiaguo 70 years ago. I am more like you, um, like an antique."

The last word is in Spanish.After Fang Sishen translated "Antique", Wei Deli repeated it, and the two laughed at each other.Hong Xinyao looked at them and couldn't help laughing.Seeing Fang Sishen looking over, as if encouraging himself to seize the opportunity, he patted Wei Deli on the shoulder: "Hey, then, let's practice?"

He was very cunning, and asked Wei Deli to say every word twice, once in Xia language and once in Spanish, correcting his Xia language and imitating his Spanish, which greatly reduced the chance of making a fool of himself.After talking for a while, I realized that Wei Deli came to Fang Sishen mainly to buy a bicycle for transportation.

Fang Sishen replied, "I haven't bought it, so you can ask someone else."

Wei Deli felt that everyone in Xia Kingdom should have a bicycle, and wondered, "Why haven't you bought one?"

"Because I won't."

Both listeners were taken aback: "You can't ride a bicycle?"

"Well, no." It's not the first time Fang Sishen has been asked this question, so it's not embarrassing, "When I was young, my family was poor and couldn't afford it. Later, I went to school far away and took the bus every day. When I went to college, I got used to it, so it's okay. inconvenient."

There are not many opportunities to see bicycles in Manggandao, Guoyi High is a long way, Fang Duzhi only let him take the bus after a month of pick-up.My home is on campus for four years of undergraduate study, so I don’t need it for leisure.Although I sometimes feel envious when I see my classmates speeding, but I don't know how to ask my father.He never took the initiative to ask for anything, but he didn't need to ask for anything.For some reason, Fang Duzhi never thought of buying a bicycle for his son.At that time, Fang Sishen actually relied on his father wholeheartedly, and had no idea of ​​earning private money at all.Waiting to enter Jingshi University - something like riding a bicycle, it would be too tasteless to study after a master's degree.

Hong Xinyao said to Wei Deli: "Don't ask him, I will take you to buy it tomorrow." He knew the most expensive off-road bicycle store.

The more they talked, the happier they were. From cycling to other sports, Young Master Hong showed off his Sanda skills and basketball skills.When he was talking, he waved his hand and said humanely to the opposite person approving homework: "Mr. Fang, I remember that you have quite developed motor skills. What is the best thing to do?"

Fang Sishen raised his head: "I don't know these things, I only know how to run."

Hong Xinyao opened his mouth wide: "Are you kidding? How is it possible? What kind of sport is running? Basketball, football, badminton, or table tennis, will it always be the same?"

Fang Sishen shook his head: "I really don't know anything. I didn't have a chance to learn this when I was young."

Hong Xinyao knew that Qingqiu Baishui belonged to a remote area, so he wondered, "No matter how poor the school is, at least there are a few cement table tennis tables?"

"Before I transferred to Guoyi High School, I never went to a regular school."

"what?!"