Arty Records

In September of the 60th year of the Republic of China, Fang Sishen was promoted to Ph.D. [-] as he wished, and he did not tell his seniors to focus on the former. He became the second doctoral student of the Chinese Academy of Sciences after Hao Yi to complete five years of study.For a time, Hua Dading's title of "Tiger Fish" rose again, and it was said that whoever followed him would have to drain the last drop of blood.

Hong Xinyao also entered the sophomore year smoothly.Gathering with friends from high school during the summer vacation, I once again realized how prescient I was when I chose to major in Chinese studies.Needless to say how hard it is for those who study medicine like Shi Tong, others who study economics and finance either have a headache for mathematics or worry about Spanish.Only he and Liang Ruogu didn't show up on the report card.Young Master Hong went to university and turned around for the first time in more than ten years. He was arrogant and arrogant, so let's not mention it.

He also knows that this achievement is all due to the advantage of rote memorization in the Guoxue exam.What's more, a bunch of "B" and "C" are not the same as Liang Liang's general subjects.When Liang Ruogu curled his lips and said that Chinese Academy is not as good as taking national poetry creation, classical Chinese composition, and immediately exposed some ghosts and ghosts, he put on his pose, declared "True gold is not afraid of fire", took out his mobile phone, and recited the recent writing with emotion. A series of limericks.

"Listen up! A seven-character quatrain: an enhanced version of "Thoughts at a Quiet Night". There is moonlight in front of my bed, and there is a couple on my bed. I raise my head to look at the moon when I am sad, and look down at the baskets."

A group of people laughed out loud.

It happened that Zhou Xincheng came back from Citigroup for vacation and was here, laughing so much that he almost slipped under the table.

"Golden earth, golden earth, I haven't seen you for three days, I should look at you with admiration, ahaha... As expected, the National Academy is not for nothing, I want to go, haha..."

Liang Ruogu deliberately stood aside: "They are all such scum, they ruin the reputation of Chinese studies." But he was a little envious and jealous in his heart.Since when did the vulgar second ancestor of Boss Wujin's family not only become unlikable, but also always logically become the core of social activities?

Young Master Hong was not ashamed but proud, and acted like Xizi: "Ordinary man, you know what the pain of lovesickness is. Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand." Come, no longer open your mouth to carry.

After everyone laughed, they turned to Zhou Xincheng and asked about his study abroad life.Zhou Yamen talked a lot about the beauty of foreign girls, but they didn't talk about the bitterness of studying.

The few people who were close to him met several times later. Before leaving, Zhou Xincheng took away the planning book and brochure of the courtyard house project, as well as the contact information of Ms. Hong San.

During the period, Liang Ruogu entrusted Hong Xinyao to buy a suite at an internal price, and paid in cash in one lump sum.Although it is only one-third of the market price, it is not a small amount after calculation.Hong Xinyao knew that he bought it for his old mother, so he persuaded him: "Since your current house is divided by your father's unit, it is a household without a house. There are many preferential policies in this situation, you use your mother's name Go get a loan, why squeeze out all the money in your hand. People borrow chickens to lay eggs, but you are better off, kill the chicken and get the egg. How about I introduce someone to you?"

"Egg." Liang Ruogu waited for his mother-in-law to finish speaking, and burst out a word.

"What?"

"Kill the chicken and take the egg."

Young Master Hong jumped violently: "Damn you! Are you a fucking egg?"

Liang Ruogu smiled: "Thanks, buddy. I have my own considerations, so don't worry about it."

Hong Xinyao scolded: "You grandsons, one or two of you know how to blackmail me. Who else is willing to be so loyal except me..."

He knew that Liang Ruogu and Wang Wei were always near and far, but they never separated.This guy doesn't know what's wrong with him, he never speaks to Prince Wang when he wants to do something himself.

Reminds me of nerds for no apparent reason.If a nerd has something to do, will he tell himself?Before something happens, it turns out it will.Now... Young Master Hong looked at the sky sadly, feeling that he suddenly understood Liang Ruogu's ulterior motives.Secretly made up his mind to take the initiative to care for Fang Shudai more meticulously, so that he can always feel the warmth of spring breeze turning into rain.

Young Master Hong thought: Compared to that scumbag Wang Wei, he is really a model among models, a role model among models.

Apart from these trivial matters, Hong Xinyao mainly did two things during the summer vacation.

One is to concentrate on marketing the courtyard house project.The second is to quietly register an art trading company, except for a few directly related people, even his father doesn't know about it.

Send a message to Fang Sishen before registering: "I want to pick a word, what would you call it?"

In the past few months, this young master's various tricks of pretending to be educated have emerged one after another. Fang Sishen was very annoyed, and replied: "Only the elders who are highly respected in the clan can bestow letters to younger generations. I am not qualified."

Hong Xinyao touched his nose resentfully, and asked again: "Then what is your character?"

Fang Sishen remembered his past name. It's not impossible to use the word "zhirou".But he replied: "No."

"What about the alias? And a pseudonym or something."

"Don't you know? Ask knowingly."

Hong Xinyao remembered that he had bought [-] copies of the bookworm's masterpiece, and even flipped through a few pages seriously, so he knew it for sure.

So in the end, three words were printed on the company license: "Zhenzhentang".It means selling real goods, telling the truth, genuine goods at a price, sincere and reliable.The company's core business philosophy is the word "true".

An overseas friend of Mrs. Qiu was very moved after seeing the photos of the courtyard house.I happened to come to the capital of Daxia to do some business, so I could look at the house by the way.Young Master Hong led a group of consultants and executives to receive the lady.It is stated that the samples are not for sale, but the other yard infrastructure is exactly the same. As for the decoration and arrangement, customized services are provided.Xintai Company specially hires first-class traditional culture experts and scholars. The owner can make requirements according to personal preferences, including architecture, gardens, furniture, ornamental decorations, etc., and can try his best to realize the ideal of the owner.You can even ask the partner "Zhenxintang" to search for suitable collections on behalf of the owner, which is preferential, safe and reliable.

On the surface, the consultant for the construction of the courtyard is Expert Huang, and behind him are Fang Minzhi and a group of cultural people who are keen to protect traditional buildings and at the same time are willing to hook up with reality.They are regarded as traitors by conservatives and diehards by radicals. They are not happy with each other, so they are extraordinarily brave and tenacious, and they are especially good at quarreling.Therefore, the "Comprehensive Development Project for Protective Restoration of Siheyuan in Huangpa Xie Street" has attracted many high-end attentions who think they are educated and qualified amidst the hype.

"Zhenxintang" is purely a business, Hong Xinyao is reluctant to pay for it himself, and besides, he can't pay for it at this time.The start-up funds stole the private money of my mother and the third sister Hong Yulian, and incited the cronies to join in, even the foreign devil Wei Deli who was far away overseas, and the third brother-in-law Lewis who was preparing for it.The consultant was invited to find Fang Duzhi. Dean Fang looked down on his children's play games, but wanted to give him enough face. He introduced a professor who has a long history of research on traditional oriental art to him.This professor is very old-fashioned, and he likes Hong Dashao's way of being a corporal.

Young Master Hong was very generous to the father-in-law he believed in his heart, and directly gave away 10% of the shares, calling it a "smart stock".Dean Fang laughed out loud, thinking that this child is really sensible.As an elder, he couldn't take others for nothing, so he asked Gao Chengcheng to make a name in Zhenxin Hall, so that he could go over and have a look.

With the start of school, Hong Xinyao's life is more regular than before.No public classes will be taken, and those who can't take professional classes will not be taken. Someone will take it for him, freeing up time to do his own business.Weekends are usually full of entertainment, and one day is reserved for entertainment with girlfriends.

The phonological exegesis twice a week is still unshakable. Before or after class that day, Fang Sishen must follow Fang Sishen to have a meal in the cafeteria and spend half a day in the library.Occasionally, some food is given away, and nine times out of ten it can be called timely charcoal in the rain and snow, so the nerd can't refuse, so he has to reluctantly accept it.

After a few weeks like this, Hong Xinyao found out that the nerd was obviously in trouble.First, I passed by the doctoral building one day when there was no class, and saw the lights in the dormitory.Then for three consecutive days, I saw him running in the playground every day in the middle of the night.He asked around sideways, and sure enough, he hasn't been home since the beginning of school.Young Master Hong has been getting more and more busy recently. When he noticed these abnormal phenomena, school had already started for more than a month.

I sent a few messages during the holidays, and I also learned from others. After thinking about it, I couldn't figure out what happened, which made the nerd like this.He guessed that it might have something to do with his family, but unfortunately at this stage, even with all his guts, he would definitely not dare to consult Dean Fang.

Admitting dereliction of duty, too late to regret.Every night after socializing, I quietly strolled to the playground to sit, and then silently walked back to the dormitory building.

On this day, Fang Sishen finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Have you nothing else to do?"

"finished."

"Go back to bed when you're done."

"Can't sleep."

"I can't sleep with you..."

Fang Sishen realizes that this has to be said down the line, maybe where it goes wrong.Feeling depressed, he became irritable: "Don't stay here, I'm upset after seeing it."

"I'd like to stay here, I'm not bothered. Besides, this place doesn't belong to you, I like it here, the air is good." Saying this, Young Master Hong leaned on the parallel bars and made a few exaggerated moves. Taking a deep breath, Fang Sishen could almost imagine that embarrassed expression.

After a pause, he turned around and left.

Hong Xinyao grabbed his hand: "Actually, I stay here every night, whether you come or not."

Fang Sishen was shocked and froze.

Young Master Hong smiled softly: "I'm lying to you. You didn't come, so I don't want to eat the cold wind here. I'd rather..." Stop, it's not suitable for children behind.

Fang Sishen pulled out his hand vigorously, and started to walk.

Hong Xinyao stretched his legs and jumped in front of him to stop him, staring into his eyes in the dark: "You have something on your mind."

Taking a step forward: "Don't be bored, speak out. Speak up, okay? If you continue to be bored like this, you will get sick sooner or later."

Fang Sishen stepped back: "It has nothing to do with you."

"Why doesn't it matter? It hurts to see you, so do I. You don't want me to look at you, do you? Do you think I don't want to? But mine is here, and here is mine," Hong Xinyao brushed Fang Sishen's eyes, and his palm rested on his heart , "They don't listen to me."

Fang Sishen trembled from being touched by him, and then backed away.

Hong Xinyao stopped at the same place, but his words were closely related: "No matter what, you tell me, even if you can't help, it's good to have someone to listen to, right? Don't worry, I'm the tightest-spoken, I promise not Tell others. Well, and, I promise not to hold you up, really."

Even in the dark, Fang Sishen couldn't bear the look in his eyes at this moment, turned his head, and forced himself to be calm: "Thank you...a little thing, it's really nothing."

Hong Xinyao stomped his feet: "Say it, ancestor, please. If you have something to say, if there is... then what should you put away? It's like you need to eat, drink and squat in a latrine. It's an inseparable part of life. You have to have someone to talk about. Complaining is the only way to ensure the healthy growth of body and mind, right? You believe me, I will keep it secret for you.” In desperation, he spoke indiscriminately, “Look at the matter between us, I’ve been holding back my heart, liver, gallbladder, and lungs everywhere, for so long Yes, but no one said..."

Fang Sishen's heart felt cold, and his tone was cold: "Shut up."

"Okay... I'll shut up." Mr. Hong knew it was going to be bad, worried and wronged, and stood in the cold wind with his neck curled up, like a big bear that had lost its soul.

For a moment neither of them spoke.After standing for a long time, Hong Xinyao felt a little cold, thinking that Fang Sishen was sweating after running, and the wind blowing for so long must be even colder.

He asked timidly, "Are you cold?" He took off his coat.

Fang Sishen didn't answer him, and strode out of the playground.Hong Xinyao hurriedly followed, and suddenly heard the man in front say: "If you want to know, I'll tell you, it's not a big deal. I had a fight with my dad the day before school started."

When Young Master Hong heard this, he didn't take it seriously: it's nothing to quarrel with the old man at home.

"My dad wants me to go to his side after graduation, and start preparing from now on. I don't want to."

Young Master Hong was even more disapproving.

"We talked for a long time, but we couldn't come to an agreement. Later...he said that I was stupid and stubborn. It was useless to scold me, and I was a waste."

Hong Xinyao immediately said: "I'm always called a trash by my dad..." Self-knowledge told him that this is not comparable, so shut up.

"I couldn't hold back, and I said some very outrageous things."

Fang Sishen remembered that night, and his eyes were bloodshot.Compared with six years ago when the father and son had a big quarrel, left home angrily, and did not return for three years, although this time the confrontation was short, it was actually more bleak.The cracks are so wide and deep that he can't see the end at all.

He thought that his father had already compromised on the matter of going to school for the first time, and that after a while about work, he would be able to compromise for the second time sooner or later.Unexpectedly, due to the unresolved knot in his heart, Fang Duzhi was unprecedentedly tough on this issue, and refused to give in no matter what.At the end of the fight, some principled differences were inevitably encountered, and both sides lost control, venting their accumulated grievances as much as they could, and eventually got out of hand.

What can hurt more than the sharpest sword in the world?Only hurt from the dearest.Fang Sishen no longer wanted to think about those parts that attacked each other.The father and son know each other too well, one look, one word is enough to blow each other's body to pieces.

Fang Sishen felt desolate in his heart, but he didn't feel cold at all.

He wasn't sure if Hong Xinyao could understand, but at this moment, he hoped that he could understand and try to explain as directly and clearly as possible.

"My dad and I have always had very different ideas. This kind of difference is just like you and me. The same thing, I think it's wrong, you may not think it's wrong."

Young Master Hong opened his mouth, unable to refute, then closed it again.

"But we are father and son. I am his son and he is my father. I can't even ignore you, and of course I can't ignore my father because of these."

Young Master Hong opened his mouth again, then closed it again.

"But those differences are always there. Even if both sides pretend not to see it, and carefully avoid, compromise, accommodate, back down, it will always be there, and it will pile up more and more over time. Too many times to ignore , that is, when it collapses."

Fang Sishen stopped under a tree and turned around: "Hong Xinyao, I remember you once said that I feel different from others. Maybe this difference makes you feel fresh. But have you ever thought about the difference between us? How big is it? What I can't accept is commonplace in your life. What you are not interested in occupies most of my life. "

Seeing Hong Xinyao's expression of wanting to speak, Fang Sishen shook his head slightly: "I didn't deny what you mean, especially... your feelings. I believe...you are sincere. However, it is impossible to understand and recognize each other. What do you think, how long can you last with feelings alone? Between father and son...if this is the case, let alone...outsiders who are not related by blood."

Hong Xinyao desperately shook his head.He wants to say that you are wrong, not like this, not like that at all.However, his throat was choked and his brain was blocked, unable to react to anything.Watching the nerd slowly turn around and walk forward step by step, the whole person is like a stone cast by loneliness.Such pure loneliness pervades quietly, infecting himself, isolating the whole world.Parents, sisters, friends, lovers, money, power, status, career... are all on the other side.

Having grown up to such an age, he has never realized how lonely it is to be alive like this moment.