Arty Records

Hong Xinyao sat on the parallel bars and smoked half a pack of cigarettes.Seeing a figure in the haze, he immediately pinched the newly lit one in his hand.I couldn't help being bored for a while before, but now I'm afraid of being disliked, and I can't help but feel a little regretful.However, Fang Sishen came over and didn't scold a few words as usual. Young Master Hong was inexplicably disappointed, so awkward that he didn't even remember the reason for meeting.

Fang Sishen stood at a distance of two or three meters from him, waited for a while, and seeing that he did not speak, he had no choice but to ask, "What do you want to say to me?"

"I, that... ah, I brought you some supper for you. If you can't eat at night, you can have it for breakfast tomorrow." Saying that, he took down a paper bag hanging on the parallel bars.

"That's it?"

Because of guilty conscience, Hong Xinyao became shorter for no reason, and his tongue became clumsy: "Also... that woman is talking nonsense today, don't get me wrong..."

Fang Sishen looked at him: "I heard that's your girlfriend." The tone was firm, not a question.

"It's not anymore." Hong Xinyao's brains turned sharply, and he immediately added, "There won't be any more in the future, I promise!"

Fang Sishen didn't speak.

Hong Xinyao whispered: "Don't be angry..."

It will be unfolded later, but was interrupted by Fang Sishen, with a flat tone: "Whatever happened today, any teacher who takes the class will be angry."

The conversation is getting farther and farther away from the direction I expected, which is not okay.Hong Xinyao straightened his back, took a few steps forward, and stood in front of Fang Sishen.It has to be said that height and shape are very helpful to enhance momentum.He calmed down and spoke steadily.

"I have something to tell you. I can't explain it in a few words. Give me some time. It's very cold. Don't run. You'll catch a cold again. Let's find a warm place to talk."

Fang Sishen didn't move: "Then let's do it another day, it's too late today."

"No, I can't sleep if I don't make it clear today."

Fang Sishen thought, what are you doing to me if you can't sleep?But there is no export.First, he is not used to harsh words, and second, he always has a kindness in his heart, and he does not want to trample on others' sincerity.He is true to himself, and he is actually the most sensitive to the authenticity of people's hearts.Hong Xinyao's various flaws have always been characterized by him as being young and reckless and ignorant. Even though he is more vicious, he is not hypocritical.

He sighed secretly: "If you have anything to say, just say it here."

At this time, warm places where you can sit and talk are closed, unless you go to the dormitory.

Seeing that he let go, Hong Dashou immediately pressed forward: "How about going to my dormitory? How about going to your dormitory? It's really cold, don't catch a cold."

It was late autumn, and the temperature difference between day and night was huge. The two of them stood for a while, and the wind had blown through their clothes.

Fang Sishen's tone was also a bit cold: "Speak here. If you don't speak, I will leave."

Hong Xinyao took a few steps back, and his voice sounded very sad: "I'm just worried about you, why are you doing this? I know what you mean. But, can a person be sentenced to life forever if he makes a mistake once? Isn't it possible Is there a chance to make corrections? Can’t you see how much I suffer and how hard it is to correct? I know, I did it on my own, and you should hate me. But didn’t you say it yourself, you can correct your mistakes, big , That, great job. Do you know how long I've been waiting here? Why don't you even listen to an explanation?"

Fang Sishen was silent.Suddenly said: "If you know your mistakes, you can correct them. There is nothing good about it. Remember it." Turning around, "Let's go to my dormitory and talk about it."

After entering the room, Hong Xinyao put the bag in his hand on the table: "Are you hungry?"

Fang Sishen shook his head.

Young Master Hong glanced at the bag, showing a pitiful look: "I'm a little hungry... It won't taste good in the morning, so let's eat it hot."

Fang Sishen had no choice but to say, "It's up to you."

Hong Xinyao went to get the pot.Fang Sishen still used the old electric cooker that Hu Yixin donated and was almost thrown away by Young Master Hong.Knocking on the mottled pot lid, Hong Xinyao thought to himself: No matter how old this shit is, it won't break.

In the paper bag was a box of abalone porridge and a bag of vegetarian three-food package, which was specially delivered by the staff of Cuiwei Building. After a long time of cold wind blowing in the playground, it was already completely chilled.Hong Xinyao looked at this pile of things and found himself in trouble.Gesture left and right, I don't know how to put it into the pot.

Fang Sishen stretched out his hand to pour the porridge in, found the small steamer that came with the electric cooker, stacked the three delicacies in a single layer, and covered it.

"You can do it, hehe..." Seeing that Fang Sishen was about to speak, Hong Xinyao immediately said, "I'm going to wash my hands!" He deliberately dawdled in the water room for a while before going back, just as the porridge in the pot was gurgling non-stop, smelling delicious Overflowing, the heat drifting away.Fang Sishen was sitting on a chair, surrounded by the smelly and hot cooking in the room, with a soft dazed look on his face.

Hong Xinyao found the rag, threw the whole steaming tray on the table, screamed, and pinched his hands to his ears: "Hot, hot! It's so hot!"

He found two more bowls and poured the porridge into them: "It's not too much anyway, half for each person." Comparing the two bowls of porridge together, he bent down and carefully distributed them evenly.

Young Master Hong's sense of presence is too strong, one person can create a lot of excitement.Fang Sishen looked at him with a spoonful here and a spoonful there, muttering in his mouth, blood dripping with care, and couldn't help showing a bit of amused expression on his face.

"Here, let's drink."

Hong Xinyao handed it naturally, so he received it smoothly.Take a sip, it is very delicious.I eat dinner with the teacher, and the stir-fry ordered in the canteen of the nursing home is completely adapted to Hua Dingsong's taste, and all of them are spicy.Although he could accept it, it was a little bit reluctant after all.After taking a few mouthfuls of abalone porridge, my stomach felt relieved, and I said, "It's delicious, thank you."

"Try the steamed stuffed bun. It's filled with plain stuffing. It's not greasy." First Young Master Hong stuffed one himself first, puffing his cheeks to help Fang Sishen pinch it.

Fang Sishen quickly stretched out his chopsticks to grab one.The vegetarian three delicacies stuffing is very ordinary, just mushrooms, vegetables and bean skins.However, the raw materials are fresh and exquisite, and the taste is not generally good.

Fang Sishen ate two and was full.Hong Xinyao was also polite, and swept away the rest, and stuffed them all into his stomach.

This situation is neither suitable for the Cold War, nor suitable for reasoning.It didn't seem to matter what I wanted to say at first, as if it was just to have a late-night snack together for the meeting.

After Fang Sishen finished washing the dishes, he picked up the rag and began to wipe the table. Hong Xinyao made up his mind and tugged at his sleeves: "Sit down and clean up later. Listen to me first."

Fang Sishen wiped his hands and sat down: "Okay." After speaking, she looked at him quietly.

The attitude of the other party made Hong Xinyao feel that he was respected and expected.I can't help but feel more guilty, but also more motivated, and I am bound to win.

"Fang Sishen, I want to explain today's matter to you." Whenever he was serious, he liked to call him by first and last name like this.I always feel that these three words sound jingle, extraordinarily clear and translucent, making all the following sentences solemn and convincing.

"I didn't go to whores. Since I talked to you in the playground that night last year—do you remember? That night, you asked me to correct it, and you wouldn't forgive me. It's about this time, so it's been a year— After that night, I never looked for anyone else. Before that... I was very confused for a while, and I didn't know what to do..."

Hong Xinyao lowered his head: "Even so, there was never a single time when I didn't miss you. After being scolded by you that night, I was depressed for a long time. I couldn't do anything, and I didn't dare to look for you. I was depressed all the time. Holding a stone, but I have to do the task at hand... It's more convenient to bring a woman to socialize and put on a show. These women are not good, who is not here for money? I don't take any of them seriously touched..."

He glanced at Fang Sishen quickly, and saw that he was frowning sideways, but he didn't seem angry, so he went on talking in peace.

"Isn't there a saying that all kinds of things from yesterday are like dying yesterday? That's what I thought in my heart. Looking back now, I feel like I have lived again. I don't know why it was so messy before... But, there is a scene Sometimes, it’s impossible not to talk about it, and it’s impossible not to accompany it. Don’t worry, if I can’t control myself, I won’t have the face to see you. You probably don’t know that business matters can’t be done without eating, drinking, whoring and gambling... "

Fang Sishen didn't make a sound, but thought in his heart: How could he not know?Under the influence of the world, this is the case in the business field, so it is not the case in other circles.Although I haven't delved into it, isn't Fang Duzhi's various entertainments with the high-sounding signboards of Fang Duzhi essentially the same thing?The difference is probably just more hypocrisy.

He looked at the person in front of him with some scrutiny.No matter how old he is, he still has a face that is too young.He probably has been rolling in this big dye vat since he was a child, right?Is it really that easy to shake off the dirty grout?

Hong Xinyao twitched the corners of his mouth, with a sneer on his face, "I can't tell you too much. It's just that I've been thinking recently that if I go back to primary school again, or reincarnate in another family, maybe I can become you too. Such a learned look. It's a pity that it's too late. I can't do your job at all, and I can't stop my dad's class. These entertainments can only be regarded as tasks. "

Looking up at Fang Sishen: "In the end, I just ask you to believe me, nothing else matters." With a wry smile, "It's normal if you don't believe it, after all, even my family members don't believe it. Anyway, you still believe it." If you don't believe me, I still want to like you. You treat me as a cheapie, and I admit it."

Fang Sishen couldn't listen to his words: "Don't say that about yourself." But she avoided those eyes staring at her anxiously, and refused to give the answer he wanted most.

Hong Xinyao took a breath, and said as if swearing: "You believe in me. As long as you believe in me, I will definitely be able to control myself." His eyes were burning, his face was full of eager anticipation, sincere admiration, and a sense of self-confidence full of coercion .This is not such a nasty love story, it is much more plain than the long-winded explicit confession made by Young Master Hong before.However, the listeners felt the gold content in the words very well, the still water flows deep, and the waves rise darkly.

— That's all.Life is short, the origin and the extinction.In such turmoil and hustle and bustle, why not be willing to persevere so hard and accompany him for a walk?

Fang Sishen's face was hot, and after a while, he turned his face away and said slowly, "Hong Xinyao, you can't say that. Can you control yourself, and furthermore, what kind of person you want to be depends on you after all. Self. The so-called self-control and self-reliance rely on self-esteem and self-improvement, rather than relying on others to supervise and restrain. Suppose I don’t believe you, what are you going to do? Willful indulgence, self-defeating? Besides, have you ever thought about it? I don’t think so. Believe in you, in the end, depends on your words and deeds, on whether ... you are worthy of trust."

Hong Xinyao stared blankly at him, and suddenly realized everything in an instant.His chest was jumping wildly, with an unbelievable look of surprise on his face, and he asked cautiously: "You mean... you want to test me?"

Fang Sishen's face was red, but his eyes were clear and calm, and he said softly: "If you think it is, then it is."

"Understood! Just keep your eyes open and watch!" Hong Xinyao waved his fist and stood up, "I'm going back, you go to bed early."

Fang Sishen got up to see him off, and opened the door for him.This is just a habitual action, the basic etiquette of hospitality.But that one couldn't help but wait for something, stood at the door, watched him but didn't move.

Fang Sishen had no choice but to remind him again: "It's getting late, you should go to bed early." His face was no longer red, and there was no abnormality on his face.

However, Hong Xinyao felt that this sentence was extremely gentle, so he suddenly lowered his lower body, leaned over and quickly rubbed his lips, then walked away without looking back.

At the end of the 60th year of the Republic of China, the ancient text digitization project of Jingshi University started in a low-key manner.

It is said to be ancient, and it is specifically stipulated that it ranges from the oracle bone inscriptions of the Yin and Shang Dynasties to the pre-Qin characters.Because the Jinbo project has sorted out the remaining relatively clear sections to a certain extent, the main work is actually concentrated in the Warring States Period, and the degree of overlap with Huadingsong's research field is quite high.

Start-up capital of 10 yuan, added a few pieces of equipment, bought some reference books, and set aside labor costs for the initial stage of the participants, with nothing left.

The labor fee standard is even more pitifully low. It costs ten yuan to sort out a new word.The amount of labor for the ten dollars is roughly as follows: retrieve the character’s oracle bone inscriptions, bronze inscriptions, and big pens from the relevant database of the Jinbo Project. If not, scan it from relevant reference books or ancient books, and follow the unified standard save.Then find its various variants from the Warring States texts, scan and save them.Finally, write an explanatory label for each variant of the word, and group all pictures and documents into one folder.

For an elite professional like Fang Sishen, if the facilities are complete and the materials are complete, it is no problem to complete a dozen words a day.But for unskilled novices, one day, or even a few days may not be able to handle a single word.Fortunately, the level of this project is very high, and it is quite beautifully written on the resume, which is very helpful for various awards and assessments, so it is not so popular that no one pays attention to it.

Graduate students have their own tutor's projects to do. Undergraduate freshmen are too young, seniors are too busy, and applicants are basically from sophomores and juniors.The first meeting, project introduction and on-site registration, Hong Xinyao appeared in the classroom as a matter of course.Fang Sishen glanced at him, and then did what he should do.

Most of the people present thought that young master Hong was here to gain fame, and some even maliciously speculated whether it was because the higher-ups took care of this young master and let the young master go through the motions and have multiple ladders.Of course, some people also think that the "slap incident" that caused a sensation in the audience last time and then spread all over the campus, making the masses talk about it, happened in Dr. Fang's class.They all knew that Teacher Fang talked about principles, so the group of people waited without batting an eyelid to see how Fang Sishen would screen people.

But they were disappointed.Dr. Fang does not refuse anyone who comes, and there is a two-week probation period.

Two weeks later, some people found it boring and unbearable, so they quit voluntarily; others were mercilessly dismissed by Fang Sishen because of their sloppy attitude, careless style of work, and many mistakes and omissions.On the other hand, Young Master Hong, who is very self-aware, applied to be a volunteer, helped scan, print, carry and run errands, and often asked project team members to have a toothbrush out of his own pocket. He seemed to be the most popular figure in the entire team.

At the beginning, he meddled everywhere, and later became the exclusive assistant of the host, Dr. Fang.

It is impossible not to arouse everyone's curiosity.However, the imaginative onlookers quickly developed various versions of the answers to clear up doubts.

One said that the funding for the project was tight, and the Academy of Chinese Studies intends to ask the Hong family for another sponsorship.Under pressure, Hua Dading had to accept Hong Dashao as an official team member, and it was useless for Fang Sishen to have an opinion.

Second, Fang Sishen and Hong Xinyao have known each other for a long time, and Dr. Fang was responsible for the so-called "research results" of Hong Dashao's extra points in the college entrance examination.Knowing people, knowing the face but not knowing the heart, the more decent on the surface, the more wretched he is on the inside.Dr. Fang, who has a lofty face, has been bribed for an unknown amount of time...

Thirdly, don't look at these two people pretending to be determined, they are actually relatives, they are relatives!The auntie in the duty room of the doctor's building testified that they are brothers at all!What?not like?Don't you know that Fang Sishen is the illegitimate son of the Hong family living outside? ...

Of course, Fang Sishen didn't know about these rumors circulating secretly, and his life was too fulfilling.Hong Xinyao naturally knew about it, but as long as the nerd didn't know, he would not be ashamed, but rather proud, and he was very beautiful in his heart.

On the eve of the final exam, Hong Xinyao wanted to take advantage of Fang Sishen's lack of scope to set up more questions, so he found a time to go to the dormitory for advice.Usually in front of outsiders, he behaves very restrained, and when the two of them get along alone—to be honest, there are very few times like this these days—he will be a little rough, but it’s more like being intimate and coquettish, and he’s not as irritable and violent as before. mean.It seems that each other has a tacit understanding that they both know that they need to wait and are willing to wait.

Young Master Hong moaned and chirped, grinding back and forth.Fang Sishen saw through his intentions, felt a rare nervousness, and deliberately hung in a daze.Hong Xinyao was as slippery as a loach, the sound came into his ears, and the sight of his eyes made him feel numb, so he pretended to be stupid and played with him.In the end, Fang Sishen was too embarrassed to talk about it, and started to chase people away.

Before leaving, another question came to mind: "By the way, who is Xue Wenqi?"

When he asked such a question suddenly, Fang Sishen said, "Which Xue Wenqi?"

"It's the homework comment written by Iron Hammer, please help me find out what it means." Hong Xinyao took out his phone and flipped to the notepad.This is a new one after the last "slap incident", and I found someone to restore and copy the files in the original phone.Because the professor of classical literature was surnamed Tie and had a big head and a square face, he was nicknamed Tie Hammer.

Fang Sishen stretched out his head to take a look: "Inheriting the mantle of Zhang Dayou and following Xue Wenqi's legacy, it is remarkable."

After thinking about it, I held back a smile: "What type of homework?"

"A copy of the seven-character verse."

"How much did you get?"

"C. This stingy iron hammer is remarkable, right? At the very least, I should be given a second class, right? Zhang Dayou, I know, the poems are well written..." Hong Xinyao complained.

Fang Sishen had experienced his poetic style before, so he couldn't help it anymore, and laughed loudly: "Xue Wenqi, he is, um, a genius." He thought that Professor Tie Huaiying's writing was really mean, and he just compared the one in front of him to Xue Pan, the devil king of the world. , but somewhat wronged.

Smiling and pushing him away: "If you are free, go and look up "The Story of the Stone", if you can't find it, forget it."

Closing the door, I felt unkind, and couldn't stop laughing at the same time.Until the phone rang and the screen displayed an unfamiliar number.After connecting, the voice on the other end was quite familiar: "Junior brother, I am Gao Chengcheng. Professor Fang is ill, please come back some time to have a look."