Arty Records

As the celebration of the [-]th anniversary of the founding of the Republic draws to a close, Dean Fang Duzhi led a group of experts and scholars to run around the country to report the main achievements of the "Jiajin Bamboo and Silk Project".Daqing must have fun, and the gift must be thorough. As the saying goes, the final ending is even more important than the opening.

That day, after finishing a lecture in a state university hall, I rushed out, and was blown by the oncoming northwest wind. I suddenly missed my son very much.Get in the car and go to the restaurant for dinner, say hello to the accompanying local cultural and educational officials and the university president, and call my son first.

"Xiao Si, what are you busy with? It's cold, remember to add more clothes, don't catch a cold. Also, don't mess around with meals..."

Since Fang Sishen was injured last year, Fang Duzhi has become more and more concerned about his son's health.When the seasons changed again, I was too busy to touch the ground, so I gave a few verbal instructions.At this moment, a lot of thoughts arose for no reason. I only hated being entangled in mundane affairs, unable to go back and stay by my son's side, asking about his health, adding clothes and cooking.

The news of the "Jiajin Bamboo and Silk Project" tour report meeting is being heated up. Every time Fang Sishen flips through the magazines in the circle, he will see his father on the front page, sitting on an indistinguishable rostrum, distant and unfamiliar.Excusing that he was afraid of interfering with his work, he almost never made a phone call.Hearing the familiar voice at this moment, his heart couldn't help but feel warm.

You have to be young and energetic enough to think about things and not people.Unknowingly, at least when facing his father, he has made a choice.Some things, if you can not see them, you don't have to see them.

He smiled silently: "Dad, I'm fine. It's you yourself, drink less."

Fang Duzhi felt guilty: "Oh, good, drink less, definitely drink less."

After hanging up the phone, the accompanying official laughed and said, "I didn't expect Professor Fang, a famous university student, to talk to his son so, so..."

The president of the university sitting in the front row answered: "The vajra stares glaringly, the Bodhisattva lowers his eyebrows, only a true hero can show his true colors." Turning his head, he said to Fang Duzhi, "I heard that your son is studying at the National Academy of Beijing Normal University. A person with your kind of mind? The sea is open to all rivers and rivers, and it is eclectic..."

Fang Duzhi laughed, and calmly accepted the insincere flattery: "It's always good for children to see more of the world if they are willing to venture into it."

After the last report, I found an excuse, didn't participate in the local entertainment activities, and hurried home.Knowing that his son had classes, he packed up and drove to Jingshi University to pick him up.Not wanting to be bumped into by acquaintances, the car parked outside the school gate and called his son.

At that time, Fang Sishen was confronting Hong Xinyao at the door of the dormitory, and the phone rang, and when he was distracted for a while, he told him to sneak in.Before he could react, the other party put down the thing in his hand and quickly backed out.

Hong Xinyao looked at him and said quickly: "I've already donated five hundred to them, so don't donate this one anymore. You don't have to chase me away, I'll leave right away." No longer talking, turned around and ran "Boom Boom Boom" up.

The phone rang one after another, Fang Sishen didn't care who it was, and hurriedly connected.

"Xiao Si, why did it take so long to answer the phone?"

"Ah, Dad, mine." Glancing at the cardboard box standing there, the excuse came up automatically, "I just took something, it's inconvenient."

"Is get out of class over? I'll wait for you outside the east gate."

"Are you back? Oh, okay, I'll be right here." Turn off the computer, put on the jacket, pick up the schoolbag and go out.When I stepped over the cardboard box, I bent down and took a look: the ultra-thin multifunctional remote control electric heater.

Thinking of Hong Xinyao's phrase "Don't donate this again", I was stunned on the spot.Recently, the pipes in several old buildings have failed, and the heating cannot be supplied, including the doctor's building.Fang Sishen occasionally lived on campus, and when he was in the library or study room until the door was closed, he would get under the covers when he returned to the dormitory.Although I feel that I seem to be more afraid of the cold than before, I just put on a few more layers of clothes and don't take it seriously.

Looking at this timely rain-like electric heater, I can't tell what it feels like.In the first half of his lonely life, apart from the limited teachers and close relatives around him, opportunities to receive such considerate care were rare.And this thoughtful and caring side is sharp like a knife and scorching like fire, and his thoughts are confused and at a loss for a while.

Until I saw my father's car, I was still a little dazed.

Fang Duzhi opened the car door, blocking his son's hand reaching for the back door: "Xiao Si, sit in the front."

Fang Sishen seemed to have forgotten to resist, and took advantage of the opportunity to sit in.

Fang Duzhi heaved a sigh of relief.how many years?The car was replaced by another one, and the son finally sat back in this position.After bending and stretching his fingers a few times, he resisted the impulse and said, "Fasten your seat belt."

While Fang Sishen was lowering his head and fiddling with the safety buckle, Fang Duzhi turned his head to look at him carefully, his face became darker as he watched, and his eyebrows instantly knit together.

"Xiao Si, what happened?"

"what?"

"Let me ask you, what happened?" Fang Duzhi thought for a while, "That old man Hua Dading is dead?"

"Dad! What are you doing cursing the teacher!"

"Then tell Dad, why did you lose weight again and look listless?"

His father's gaze was piercing to the bottom of his eyes, and Fang Sishen said dully: "It's nothing...it's not a serious matter..." He couldn't match the inquiring eyes, and told the history and culture editor who came to the door, and the student plagiarized his ideas and published a paper. up.He only said that he was his student, and did not mention Liang Ruogu's name, let alone the supervisor professor at the Institute of Guxia Language, School of Humanities.

It's one thing to be plagiarized, it's another to take advantage of the dean's position.

After Fang Duzhi listened, he laughed first and said, "Amazing, the book has been published."

Fang Sishen blushed: "At that time I was free, I was writing for fun, I didn't expect..."

"Give Dad a copy, with autograph."

Fang Sishen was so ashamed: "Dad, don't be joking."

"Why, do you want me to send someone to the bookstore to buy?" Seeing his son embarrassed, he was even happier.Finally put away his smile, and said coldly: "You are right in refusing to republish, the Fang family does not need such a false name. The editor is a liar, you tell him, dare to use your pen name and articles without permission, and get ready for a lawsuit Right. As for that student, who recommended it to him? Or did he buy the page himself? I’ll call Huang Yinyu and ask him to rectify it.”

"No need, Dad." Fang Sishen raised his head, "It's just a little fur, not that serious. I'll talk to him myself."

Fang Duzhi thought for a while: "That's fine. Speak louder. Doesn't he still have to attend your class? Don't let him pass at the end of the semester, and we'll make a formal apology." He started the car and stopped looking at his son, "Xiao Si, clearer Self-cleaning, but don’t even think about clarifying the sewage in the pool. This kind of character who jumps into the sewage pool by himself doesn’t need to worry too much.” Added as if casually, “I will graduate next year, come and help Dad.”

I thought to myself: Is Fang Duzhi's son placed outside to be bullied?

Fang Sishen has occasionally thought about where he will go after graduation, but so far he has no clue.He has always adhered to spiritual principles, and doesn't care much about material gains and losses. In the eyes of others, it seems that small things are too serious, and life's big things are sloppy.For example, where to go after graduation, he more or less holds the idea of ​​going to the bridge naturally in his mind, and planning ahead of time, etc., is not in his country.

Hearing his father's question at this time, he knew that he would definitely not enter the National Higher School of Humanities, and he didn't want to directly disobey his father, so he replied casually: "Well, let me think about it."

Fang Duzhi hummed and said no more.

The father and son went home after eating outside.Fang Duzhi wanted to make his son happy, and told interesting stories about what he had seen and heard during this trip.He was always squabbling, and he had no other scruples when talking to his son. When he commented on various characters, he was humorous and mean, Fang Sishen could only be dumbfounded and listened.

By the way, he revealed some inside information about the "Jiajin Bamboo and Silk Project" and told his son that he remembered something and asked, "I never thought that the Hong Xinyao who saved you back then was the son of Hong Yaoge. Do you know his identity?" "

It turned out that Hong Xinyao wanted to find enough cultural people to join in and speculate on his own courtyard house.With Hu Yixin and the specially-appointed consultant Expert Huang, Fang Minzhi played a friendly role. He sang a good face, but he still lacked a good face.After figuring it out, he simply made a risky move and made a special trip to find Fang Duzhi for help.Dean Fang was grateful to him for saving his son's life, and had been waiting for him to come to pay back the favor.After the college entrance examination, he disappeared without a trace. I thought this young man was really ambitious.

When I received a phone call during a meeting outside, the truth was a big surprise, but it was a surprise that fell from the sky.In a few words, the two sides reached a tacit agreement.

Fang Sishen suddenly heard his father mention Hong Xinyao, he was unprepared, his heart trembled, he couldn't think of any excuses to cover up, and told the truth: "I know. I passed by Hejin during the winter vacation as a substitute teacher... so I know a little bit."

"Then you don't tell me." Fang Duzhi thought of his son's temper, and probably didn't take this status as the second-generation patriarch of the nouveau riche to heart at all, and he knew it for nothing.

"Forget it, you don't care about it anyway. But for his background, I thanked him with money and accepted it politely. This kind of self-cultivation is not easy, and I have given enough face. Thinking about it now, it seems that I am an elder It's too impolite."

Fang Sishen remained silent.

"A few days ago, I accidentally found out that Hong Yaoge's son is him. So, he is also in your courtyard now? Will he attend your class?"

Fang Sishen nodded.

Thinking of the young master of the Hong family voicing bitterness to himself on the phone, ridiculed by his classmates, despised by his teacher, and ashamed to talk to Teacher Fang, Fang Duzhi smiled slightly and said, "Although he bought it with money, he bought it for an additional quota. It's much better to get in if you beat other people's grades. Don't look down on others because of this. I think this kid has a good nature, and with such a background, he doesn't have much rough and arrogant air. In today's society, it is rare. As for learning, even those How many of those who have passed the exam are really interested in learning? Don’t be too demanding.”

Fang Duzhi deliberately wanted his son to forge this favor, which was beneficial no matter what.A kid from a rich family with such a strong background, don't worry about what he wants from you.With Fang Sishen's character, there is no need to worry about being implicated by the other party.Simply being friends is a powerful help when something really happens.

Fang Sishen felt uncomfortable, but couldn't say anything.Seeing his awkward appearance, Fang Duzhi sighed: "Xiao Si, the ancients said well that when the water is clear, there will be no fish, and when people observe it, there will be no disciples. In this world, there are days and periods, and there must be changes in cloudy and sunny; there are rivers and rivers. Earth, there must be mud and sand. As much as the sun illuminates, it will also leave as many shadows. Dad is not telling you to go with the tide, but you have to learn to be with the light. In life, there is no limit to practice, and there is no need to be persistent about right and wrong."

Fang Sishen wanted to ask: Dad, how about you?What about yourself?Which level did you cultivate to?

He suddenly felt that the matter of being reasonable was really unreasonable.

After his father finished his long speech, he responded stiffly: "Well, I see. I'll go and read a book for a while, you should go to bed early."

Fang Duzhi watched his son's back, feeling pain in his heart: Son, if you could never grow up...it would be great.

Usually, on days when there are classes, Fang Sishen will set aside half a day to go to the library, and if it is late, he will live in the dormitory.The ultra-thin multi-function remote control electric heater was taken out of the box to look at it once, and it was packaged back and left untouched in the corner.Fortunately, it didn't take long for the pipe repairs to be completed, and the temperature in the room slowly rose, which finally saved me from having to worry about going to bed every time.

The first time Hong Xinyao visited the library, the second time, and the third time... Sitting opposite Fang Sishen, he silently fiddled with his phone.Liang Ruogu charged him a high labor fee and provided considerate service. He found someone to type all the review outlines into an electronic version for him to store in his mobile phone with him. It is convenient for him to recite at ordinary times or to cheat on the spot.

So Fang Sishen was reading books, taking notes and writing papers over there, while Young Master Hong was memorizing words on the screen of his mobile phone here, and all was well.What Hong Xinyao memorized the most was the exegesis of phonology. Liang Ruogu was thoughtful, and many of the answers were accompanied by explanations.Even so, he was still in all kinds of madness, but he didn't dare to ask the answer when he sat across from him, and saved it to annoy Liang Liang.

This day, walking out of the library as usual, Fang Sishen suddenly stopped: "I'm going to eat in the cafeteria."

Hong Xinyao was about to turn despondently into the side road, and was stunned upon hearing this.It took a while to realize what it meant, and was immediately dazzled by the red sunset in the western sky.

"I, that...Actually..." All kinds of thoughts came to my mind, and I finally looked sad and angry, "Forget it, let's talk about it after the exam. Now I'm going to have dinner with you, and I might be hacked by them later, troublesome."

Fang Sishen didn't expect this level, nodded and prepared to leave.

Hong Xinyao caught up two steps: "Can I call you?"

Fang Sishen hesitated: "Don't fight if you have nothing to do."

Young Master Hong gestured silently, and Sa Huaner ran away.

Fang Sishen was sitting in the cafeteria eating, when the text message on his cell phone rang.He took it out to have a look, the number looked familiar, and the tone was even more familiar: "You wait, if you fail the exam, the young master writes the name upside down!" It seemed to be back to the time when we talked and laughed freely a year ago.Fang Sishen ate his meal bite by bite, thinking of those gloomy days, he was filled with the other party's domineering smile.

Later, why did the quality suddenly change?Fang Sishen tried hard to objectively reflect on the whole process, and realized for the first time that the flustered face of Wedeli's confession and his inability to take into account the bystanders may have caused some subtle adverse effects on the adolescents.

In any case, you have to calm down and have a good talk face to face.

After the last test, Hong Xinyao immediately called Fang Sishen: "I'm going home tomorrow, can we have dinner together?"

"it is good."

"Where are you?"

"In the library."

Fang Sishen has been in the library recently.

One month after Liang Ruogu's article was published, he read the masterpiece of his supervisor in the same journal.After all, it is different for experts to shoot, unlike undergraduates who only know how to deal with facts.This thesis starts from a case study, quotes from many sources, refines and summarizes, and undoubtedly rises to a higher theoretical level.

Fang Sishen thought helplessly: You can't just jump out of thin air and point at the other person's nose and say, you stole the inspiration from me.

But the author seems a little too impatient.Arguments are thrown out hastily, and there is no shortage of omissions in the arguments and arguments.The direction of inference later is also very different from my own thoughts.

I took time to see Huadingsong, and talked with the teacher.The old man said angrily: "This kind of jumping beam clown doesn't know that he is wearing a painted skin unless he burns it with the real fire of samadhi. You put aside the work in hand and clean up this one first. After the article is finished, I will find someone Send it to you."

After reporting to his father, Fang Sishen stayed at the school and devoted himself to writing his thesis.After receiving a call from Hong Xinyao, he was working hard in the library.

"I'll wait for you at the parking lot of the International Hall." After Hong Xinyao finished speaking, he was very depressed.I think back when I didn't go to school here, if I wanted to meet Fang's nerd, I could go to the door ostentatiously.Now that they are close, they are restrained in various ways, for fear of attracting attention on campus.I don't care about myself, but nerds can't afford to lose others.Young Master Hong leaned against the car door, took a quick puff of a cigarette while no one was coming, feeling a little melancholy that "I don't believe in the end of the world, but I hope the end of the world is far away".