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Gao Chengcheng generously ordered several signature dishes and greeted him warmly.Wei Deli had something on his mind, so he didn't put much effort into it when he ate.Suddenly remembering that he might know Fang Sishen's home address, he couldn't help asking, "Can you tell me where Fang's home lives?"

Gao Chengcheng was taken aback for a moment, and then replied: "You don't always see him, why do you ask me?"

Wei Deli was shy.It took a long time before he said slowly: "I'm learning to write ancient poetry recently, and I want to ask Fang to help me read it. The writing is really bad, so I'm embarrassed to give it to him in person, and every time I see him, there is always someone else by his side..."

It sounds reasonable, but I always feel weird.Gao Chengcheng carefully observed the other party's expression, it didn't look like he had heard something.Smart people are very suspicious, so they will inevitably make a few more detours: "He is engaged in ancient characters, but not ancient literature. What can I show you? I can find an expert on classical literature for you. You have heard of the Humanities Institute. Professor Fang Duzhi?"

Wei Deli quickly shook his head: "No, no, isn't Fang very good at rhyme? I'll ask him to help me see how the rhyme works. I just started to get in touch with it and showed it to experts. That's really... too ridiculous. gone."

Gao Chenggong paid attention to his expression. The other party obviously didn't respond to Duzhi's three words. It didn't look like what he guessed.Guessing that the foreigner didn't have so many tricks, he continued to probe: "It's so convenient to send emails, don't you still want to come to harass me?"

"I, I am also practicing calligraphy by the way, so I want to send it to him. You know that he has been living at home recently, and he is always very busy when he comes to school. I am sorry to waste his time too much."

Gao Chengcheng suddenly smiled and said, "How about... let me take a look for you?"

Wei Deli was shocked, shaking his head like a rattle: "No way!"

"My phonology is also good, and I know a little about calligraphy..."

Wade continued to shake his head, finally stopped, thought for a while, and said solemnly: "Please read it for me, no matter how bad the writing is, he will keep it secret for me, let alone laugh at me, if it is you..." Said Then, he glanced at Gao Chengcheng's face with extremely distrustful eyes.

Gao Chengcheng laughed, stopped teasing him, and wrote down the address of Professor Fang Duzhi's home.

Fang Sishen returned home, put down her schoolbag, and lay on the bed in a daze.Since the beginning of school, Dean Fang has been extremely busy, and he has to go to other places for inspections and meetings from time to time. His son lives at home, but it is rare to see him, so he has not had a chance to find out about his abnormal condition.

After lying down for a while, he pulled the schoolbag and packed the books inside.Picking up the letter, he pulled out the letterhead again.Even if there is no one around, the fiery verse still makes people dare not look directly at it, and the paper burns the palm like it is burning automatically.

Think of the moment when this trouble fell from the sky without warning.

"If, if, it's possible, would you... give me a chance?"

Pale pink roses lay before the eyes, and the petals trembled slightly with the branches.Finally, he realized what Wei Deli said, and his brain suddenly stopped functioning.

It wasn't until I heard my sister's voice that I came back to my senses. I didn't know when the rose was taken away by her and she was playing with it in her hand.

The younger sister's eyes fixed on herself: "Brother, are you gay?"

"Do not……"

She immediately turned her head, got up, slammed the table in front of Wedeli, and said sternly: "I'm sorry, brother, no, yes, same, sex, love."

Then, she dragged him out of the hotel directly, without even seeing Wedeli's expression clearly.

Ugh……

Fang Sishen covered his face with his hands, and the letter fluttered down onto the table.

He couldn't be more clear in his heart that at that time, facing his sister's question, what he said was more likely to be——I don't know.

Are you gay?

do not know.

This is the real answer from the bottom of my heart.

Fang Sishen lay down on the bed again, feeling completely bewildered.The initial chaos has long since passed, and now there is only a blank space that glows with cold light after cleaning.I have been examining myself these days, but I still haven’t been able to understand: Is it because I don’t know who to love, so I don’t think about love at all, or because I never thought about love, so I never thought about loving anyone?

There is no doubt that Wade is a very good person and a very good friend.However, when it comes to the object of love, it is impossible to imagine it anyway.His appearance and existence are so abrupt that Fang Sishen can't imagine any possibility of integrating it into his own life.But why, when I received his letter, I couldn't help being shaken?

——It turns out that this is what it feels like to be liked and pursued by others.

"Dong dong dong." Fang Duzhi knocked on the door, "Xiao Si, are you in the room?"

Fang Sishen turned over in shock and got up.I was so engrossed in thinking that I didn't even notice my father came home.In a panic, he saw the love letter on the table, grabbed it and stuffed it under the pillow.

"Well, I'm here."

Fang Duzhi pushed open the door: "Why don't you turn on the light?" He pressed the switch beside the door.Looking up, he saw that his son's expression was wrong, "Xiaosi, what's wrong?"

"No, nothing."

Fang Duzhi walked over and looked at his son's face.This child was born unable to learn to be pretentious, and his eyes were full of confusion and confusion.

Anyway, sooner or later you will know.Speaking from your own mouth, there is always a little more room for interpretation.

So she sat down by the bed and said softly, "Did you hear any rumors at school?"

Fang Sishen looked up: "What rumor?"

Fang Duzhi wanted to touch his hair very much, but held back.Sighing: "When something like this happens to Zhang Chunhua, some gossip is unavoidable, so don't take it to heart."

Fang Sishen was taken aback: "Dad..." Suddenly remembering that this is definitely not a good time to ask the inside story, he stopped abruptly.

Dean Fang only spoke according to his own logic. Seeing his son's subtle expression, he confirmed his previous conjecture, and continued: "Although the final handling opinion has not yet come out, it is basically predictable. Zhang Chunhua is not only a member of the Beijing Normal University The professor of the National Academy of Sciences is also a senior member of the National Humanities and Social Sciences Academic Alliance. It is impossible for your academy to suppress the internal operations. It is estimated that there will be turmoil for a while. No matter who is talking nonsense, you don’t want to listen to it. Just be quiet Just do your own thing. This matter has nothing to do with you, not to mention that Hua Dingsong doesn't care about it anymore, after all, his name is there, and no one dares to mess with you."

Fang Sishen opened his mouth into a 〇 shape, unable to say anything.What was going on while I buried myself in class and worrying about personal issues?

Fang Duzhi finally patted him on the head and said with a smile: "You know that you can come home and live here, so that Dad can rest assured that Dad is very happy. Zhang Chunhua is a core member of the Jinbo Project. The incident will have a certain impact on the image of the project. These days This is what we are busy all day long, trying our best to minimize the negative impact. As for the impact on me personally, it is far from talking about it.”

The tone became softer: "People are always responsible for their own words and deeds. Sow the cause of the day, and there will be today's fruit. Xiao Si, don't get into the horns for irrelevant people and things." Knowing that his son has been with Zhang Chunhua for three years, even though After such an unpleasant incident happened, most of them would still feel uncomfortable seeing what happened now.

"Father bought Xiangshengzhai's sauced beef and vegetarian pot stickers today, let's go, let's go eat."

Fang Sishen suppressed the strong curiosity in his heart, endured it until after dinner, got into the room and began to search for relevant information.

"Famous Professor and Chinese Studies Expert Zhang Chunhua Suspected of Plagiarism"

"Papers written 20 years ago are not plagiarized - is plagiarism also contemporary? "

"Dodson, Another Foreign Scholar Who Was Shot Lying Down in Daxia"

"The Broken Halberd and the Iron Unsinkable - What Time Can Erase and What Can't Be Erased"

"Copying foreigners is not copying? ——On Professor Zhang's "Academic Patriotism""

"Exposing the shortcomings" can promote academic norms

"Whether plagiarized or not, whoever sees and knows - Is it so difficult to identify plagiarism?" "

"Spring blossoms thank you early, but autumn fruits are gone"

"Condemning academic ethics is not as good as improving the academic system"

…………

Fang Sishen felt dizzy.All this is very similar to my own situation that day, but this time the protagonist has changed.

Scanning the word "Dodson", I always feel inexplicably familiar, as if I just heard someone mention this eccentric Western paleographer.Fang Sishen's memory for language is excellent, but his memory for life experience is quite average. He only knows that someone mentioned it recently, but he can't remember when it was mentioned by whom.

After a rough understanding of the history, it turns out that on the eve of the start of the semester, a post appeared on the internal forum of the National Academy of Peking University, exposing that Professor Zhang Chunhua plagiarized Dodson's work in many places in a paper about the comparison of eastern and western pictographs 20 years ago.Immediately afterwards, someone compared the original text based on the clues provided by the post, and found that many arguments were similar.After being reposted in several major Chinese studies forums, within half a month, the post became very popular and soon attracted the media to intervene. Finally, the protagonist of the incident was forced to respond positively in reality, causing an uproar in the academic world.

There was no Internet 20 years ago, and domestic understanding of Western academic trends was rough and lagging behind.It is a semi-open secret that some people with channels have embezzled other people's research and changed it into a new look, gaining both fame and fortune.Zhang Chunhua won a very important academic newcomer award for his "reference" Dodson's thesis, and has since officially entered the field of vision of the academic circle.Although the research itself has made no further progress, his personal fate has changed because of this article.

If no one digs the grave, it will be buried forever in the ground, forming part of the cornerstone of the building of life.However, unfortunately, it was dug out by someone. When the academic moral slogan is deafening and the banner of academic norms is flying high, it is enough to completely collapse the building of life.

The latest report that Fang Sishen saw was that the Arbitration Committee of the Humanities and Social Sciences Academic Alliance and the Academic Committee of the Chinese Academy of Capital University established a "Special Investigation Team for the Zhang Chunhua Incident" to launch a formal investigation.

Feeling a headache, lay back on the bed and think slowly.

Reminiscent of what my father said: "Although the final handling opinion has not yet come out, it is basically predictable." I have never heard of similar precedents, and I don't know what measures will be taken in the end.But for someone like Professor Zhang, losing certain qualifications and honors means the end of his academic career.

When I was deeply involved in the whirlpool of public opinion, I wished so much for an authoritative special investigation team to appear.Now I understand, what difference does it make if there is no investigation?

All in all, only success or failure, right and wrong.

I accidentally touched the letterhead under the pillow, and suddenly felt that against the reality, this seemingly abrupt and absurd thin piece of paper looked so pure and sincere.A picture flashed before his eyes, and the word "Dodson" sounded in his mind as if dubbed.

Fang Sishen suddenly thought of when he had heard this name recently.The last dinner with Wei Deli, Hong Xinyao, and Gao Chengcheng before the summer vacation, Gao Chengcheng asked Wei Deli about Dodson's original article at the dinner table!

He got up and rushed out the door, into his father's study.

"father!"

Fang Duzhi is typing.People of his age are late to the computer, and they can't practice ten fingers together, let alone touch typing. Every time, they use the left and right index fingers, "two-finger Zen" to find keys all over the keyboard.In the past, his son would call for him when he had time, but later most of them were handed over to the secretary or students, and he used his two-finger Zen when he was forced to.

Startled by Fang Sishen, he closed the document window first, then turned his head and asked, "What's wrong, Xiaosi?"

"Father, the person who exposed Professor Zhang, is it... Senior Brother Gao?"

Fang Duzhi shook his head: "I don't know."

"Why don't you know?"

"Why should I know?"

Fang Sishen adjusted his mood: "I'm sorry, Dad. Because I know Senior Brother Gao asked Daniel to help him find Dodson's article."

Fang Duzhi said indifferently: "So what? What do you think this can explain?" He glanced at his son, "Xiao Si, plagiarism is plagiarism. Does it matter who discovers it?"

"Father..." Fang Sishen had a lot to say, but finally said nothing.At this moment, he fully understood that this was just the most common academic factional struggle, which ended with Zhang Chunhua's complete defeat.

There is only success or failure, no right and wrong.

A deep sense of powerlessness pervaded every corner of my soul.

The closest people can't understand each other, can't trust each other, how sad.

"Xiao Si, don't confuse the purpose with the means. This kind of thing is not worth being sad about."

"I see."

He silently bowed his head and went back to his room, opened the files, started the program, and concentrated on continuing to organize the pre-Qin odd-shaped characters.Fang Duzhi took advantage of the summer vacation to equip his son with the latest computer, tablet, scanner, and printer.If a worker wants to do a good job, he must first sharpen his tools, which is one of the reasons why Fang Sishen likes working at home more and more.

Go to school as usual on Thursday.Fang Sishen has been coming and going in a hurry since the beginning of school. Most of the freshmen and sophomores have low qualifications, and most of them don't know his background, let alone his entanglement with Professor Zhang Chunhua.If he hadn't heard it from his father in a wrong way, he might not have discovered this hot news belatedly.

Wei Deli was still sitting in the corner, but there was no eye-catching envelope on the podium.Fang Sishen breathed a sigh of relief, and lectured seriously.

On weekends, Fang Duzhi specially set aside a day to spend time with his son at home.Ever since the father and son talked that night, there has been some indifference between the two.Of course, in Fang Duzhi's view, the awkward son is much more sensible than before, and has begun to learn to be considerate and understanding of his father. His heart is sweet and sour, and he intends to comfort him.

Early on Sunday morning, Dean Fang went to the market first, and was busy in the kitchen all morning, cooking all his son's favorite dishes.

Fang Sishen stood at the door of the kitchen: "Dad, why did you get so many dishes?"

"I didn't spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with you, so I will make up for it today."

Fang Sishen smiled: "I still have to make up for the festival."

Fang Duzhi was in a good mood: "Well, make it up, make it up."

Stack the extra vegetables in the refrigerator, see the letter in the vegetable box, and pick it up from the mailbox downstairs when I come back from shopping.I haven't picked it up for two weeks, it's a big stack.Wipe your hands and pick them up.Generally, official letters are sent directly to the office, and most of the mailboxes in the family building are advertising bills.

A white envelope with a vermilion seal was particularly conspicuous. When I took it out to have a look, it was actually engraved with Yangwen Cordyceps seal script. The three common characters: "Lovesickness", are not difficult to recognize.Turning to the front, the recipient is "Fang Sishen".Fang Duzhi collected himself, pinched it, it was quite thick.Thinking about it, I also stuffed the letter into the pile of advertisements, threw it back into the vegetable box, and rushed to the door: "Xiaosi, I took the letter back, you can take it and count it."

Fang Sishen agreed, came in and took out the vegetable box together.

When eating, Fang Duzhi saw that his son was always absent-minded, so he began to care about it.After dinner, Fang Sishen took the initiative to wash the dishes, and the father turned around and slipped into his son's room quietly, removing a stack of books on the table. Sure enough, there were more than one letter under the pressure.Before opening it, I did some mental construction for myself. After reading it again, my heart still burst into the top of my head.Holding the letterhead and walking to the kitchen door, suppressing the urge to roar: "Xiao Si, what's going on?"

When Fang Sishen saw the things in his father's hand, he was immediately ashamed and annoyed: "Dad! This is my personal letter!"

"Private letter? You are my son, where can you go 'privately'?" The hand holding the letter shook, "I don't think it is 'private', but 'elopement'? How long do you plan to keep it a secret? Do you want to When my son is abducted by foreign devils, will I, the father, find out?"

"Dad, don't talk nonsense!"

Fang Duzhi was already in a state of disarray with anger: "No wonder, no wonder, I was thinking about saving that foreigner..." As if foreseeing the moment when he lost his son, he thumped the door vigorously, "I won't allow it! Xiaosi, do you hear me? Dad no allow!"

Fang Sishen suddenly felt that his heart was as cold and hard as porcelain in his hand.Slowly cleaned up, and faced his father: "Dad, this matter has nothing to do with you or not."

After bypassing his father, he returned to the room, stood there for a while, and began to pack his schoolbag.Pick out the things that will be used in the near future, stuff a big bag full, put it on the back and go out.

Fang Duzhi seemed to have just woken up, flustered: "Xiao Si! Where are you going?"

"Go back to the school dormitory."

"Xiao Si, don't go, I'm sorry, Dad was wrong, let's have a good talk..."

"Father, I'll go back to school for a few days, and you too... calm down." Fang Sishen turned his back to his father, gently opened the door, and walked out.