Arty Records

On Saturday, Fang Sishen got up early as usual, and went to Guoyi High School for class.

He found himself getting used to the regular role reversals between student and teacher, and slowly seemed to crave it.Standing on the podium and sitting under the podium, the feeling is completely different, and correspondingly, the aura of the whole person is also completely different.You know, when you step on the podium with your back against the blackboard and speak to the students, you have to do your best to arm yourself.This kind of arming involves appearance, image, language, action, knowledge, culture, morality and quality from the inside to the outside, and it is like walking on thin ice.It is precisely because of this that Fang Sishen cheered up and concentrated on this temporary teaching position.

He and Gao Chengcheng ate a pot of instant noodles to show affection, told a lot of sincere truths, and even revealed his personal privacy on impulse, and regretted it when he woke up the next day.However, what he said was too much to take back, leaving nothing but grudges, and he couldn't help but think about his father's words and deeds at the "Jinbo" engineering professor's dinner party, feeling confused and depressed.Depressed until Wednesday, I suddenly remembered that I hadn't prepared the lesson yet, so I plunged into the library, and was busy searching the Internet to make a demonstration map, and those wild thoughts naturally disappeared.On Saturday morning, I packed up, cheered up, carried the canvas bag on my back, set up the flat mirror, and went to lecture.

The three bloated characters "Hong Xinyao" on the list rushed towards his face, so he couldn't help but look at the back row of the classroom, but he didn't come.Just about to start the roll call from the beginning, the two girls stood in front of the podium with solemn expressions, and whispered: "Teacher Fang."

"what's up?"

One of them hesitated a little, and said, "Teacher Fang, we are here to say goodbye to you. We chose liberal arts without telling our parents, and they knew that we insisted on changing to science..."

Fang Sishen was stunned, and responded subconsciously: "Is that so..."

"We all like this course, but my mother came to the school to find a teacher. From today on, we will change it to experimental physics. From now on... I will never listen to you "Tai Shi Gong Shu"."

Fang Sishen didn't know what to say, and finally said: "Can't you discuss it with your parents?"

The girls shook their heads and said goodbye to him with red eyes.

Feeling lost, Teacher Fang watched the backs of the two girls disappear at the door of the classroom.I only heard the students in the front row commenting: "If it wasn't for my bad math, my dad wouldn't allow me to study literature." I'm worthless, follow my father's old ways, alas." The little boy pretended to be old-fashioned, spread his hands and sighed deeply.

As soon as the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Mr. Liu from the Academic Affairs Office came. When he entered the door, he took a quick look around: "Hong Xinyao didn't come again?"

Seeing that he turned around and was about to go out to find someone, Fang Sishen hurriedly asked: "Two students said that they have transferred to the science department, and I will check with you."

Teacher Liu glanced at the list: "That's right, it's the two of them." Fang Sishen wanted to say something, but the other party waved his hand: "Every year in the last semester of senior year, there are still people who change their minds and insist on changing arts and sciences. It's nothing." He left in a hurry. .

As a result, Hong Xinyao didn't show up until the morning classes were all over.

Fang Sishen, as an externally hired teacher, only cares about attendance and does not care about "attending attendance", so he does not have to take responsibility.However, based on the student's behavior and the impression of his short appearance last time, he can almost imagine what kind of person he is. For the next group training and individual papers, I'm afraid that if he wants to show mercy at that time, there will be no way to keep him.Fang Sishen sighed lightly, trouble.

The students were packing their things and going out, they raised their heads and asked, "Which classmate is familiar with Hong Xinyao?"

Liang Ruogu was walking to the podium, and stopped: "Mr. Fang, that second-generation ancestor spent his father's money to buy a diploma, so don't worry about it, it's a waste of time."

A few students chimed in with their mouths curled up: "That's right, teacher, don't you know? He has only been transferred for three weeks. He is late, absent from class, fails to hand in homework, does not work on duty, and beats others. His performance is very poor! Man showing off his latest 'Randy', the whole upstart."

After the students finished speaking, Liang Ruogu nodded politely as usual: "Goodbye, teacher."

Fang Sishen stayed on the podium.After a long while, I shook my head: the younger generation is formidable.

Sitting in the dormitory in the afternoon, looking through the voluntary grouping list and the direction of topic selection submitted by the students, the children ignorantly talked nonsense, there was a lot of nonsense, and there was no lack of fun.Only the boy named Shi Tong who was determined to study castration, and the crowd who yelled and shouted for him, had no one who was willing to partner with him when he was serious.

"Research on the Origin of the Great Summer Palace Punishment" - two strokes are missing in the upper right corner of the word "cup".Under such a majestic and domineering thesis title, there are five categorical characters: "Researcher: Shi Tong".Fang Sishen couldn't help laughing out of joy no matter how you looked at it.

Sunday at the library.Mondays, Tuesdays, and Wednesdays at the library.On Thursday, he received a call from the hospital office, instructing him to fill in the form.Ask one more question "what watch", the other party has already hung up the phone with a "snap".

The Academy Office of the National Academy of Sciences is the same as the administrative departments of other colleges of Beijing Normal University. There is always a wife of the vice president and the wife of the director, who are straightforward and honest.Occasionally, some students would scold or even growl if they were clumsy and dull when they were doing things.The ladies of all the administrative departments of the Guguo Academy are collectively referred to as Shitai, which means "failure".For example, "what kind of teacher" in the student registration office, "good teacher" in the party affairs office, "such a teacher" in the foreign affairs office, "self-conscious teacher" in the general office, "what is the teacher" in the school office, and so on.

Fang Sishen looked at his watch, it was five minutes to eleven, and immediately ran out, fearing that he would be punished for being late, and even more afraid that the teachers would not have the patience to wait, so he went directly to the cafeteria with the rice bowl.

Rushing to the courtyard office, it was indeed the teacher who handled it, squinting at him: "Are you Fang Sishen?"

"I'm Fang Sishen."

After contemplating it for a moment, he reprimanded with a cold face: "Study hard and don't pay attention to it, just toss around!" Throwing a bunch of forms over, "Fill in your personal information, tick 'Yes' in all the boxes, and finally sign and write the date."

Fang Sishen picked up the stack of forms and looked through them, there were no less than ten sheets: "Application Form for Doctoral Student Change Supervisor", "PhD Student Change Supervisor Initial Review Form", "Doctoral Student Change Supervisor Review Form", "Doctoral Student Change Supervisor Approval Form", "Application Form for Changing Research Direction for Doctoral Students", "Preliminary Review Form for Changing Topic Selection Projects for Doctoral Students", "Review Form for Changing Topic Selection Projects for Doctoral Students", "Approval Form for Changing Topic Selection Projects for Doctoral Students"...

Anyway, I didn’t understand it, so I didn’t read it at all, followed the teacher’s instructions and ticked off one by one to sign, and asked cautiously: “Which professor is the new tutor arranged for me by the school?”

"You are illiterate, a doctor? See for yourself!"

Although it was not the first time that he was robbed like this, Fang Sishen still blushed, bowed his head and scanned the pages quickly, and finally found the name in the middle column of the "Approval Form for Doctoral Candidate Change Supervisor": Hua Dingsong.

I was taken aback.No way would he have guessed that the courtyard would assign himself to this Professor Hua.

Looking up at Master Mo Fei's unpredictable and gloomy face, he didn't dare to ask any more questions, and obediently handed back a stack of official forms.

After coming out of the hospital office, I stopped by the cafeteria to eat, and happened to meet Gao Chengcheng, so I was invited to sit with him.

"Senior Brother Gao."

"Ok?"

"I'm sorry, Brother Ling."

Gao Chenggong was very satisfied, his mouth was full of scribbles, Xilihulu splashed red oil all over the place: "Next time, next time I will call you brother Zixu, remember it!"

After a few homely words, Gao Chengcheng's performance was straightforward and enthusiastic but well-measured, as if he didn't take the gossip he heard last time to heart.Fang Sishen was thinking about the change of tutor, feeling uneasy, thinking about it, and only the person in front of him could ask for advice, so he couldn't help but speak out.

"Huh! Assigned you to Hua Dading? This is really unexpected, good or bad is hard to know."

"I heard...Professor Hua has been ill for a long time."

"That's right. Although Hua Dading is a master of literature and history, he is just a sick child. He lives in a nursing home for eight out of twelve months a year. Graduate students are taking undergraduate courses for him. It seems that he has been in a row for several years. There are no more doctors."

Hua Dingsong is a celebrity of the National Academy of Capital University, with outstanding academic achievements, especially in the field of special history of ancient characters.It's a pity that Shenlong can't see the head but can't see the end. A new junior like Fang Sishen has never even met face to face.

Fang Sishen chewed the food with his head down, silently digesting Gao Chengcheng's words.Ordinarily, since the approval for changing the mentor has been passed, it should be the gift of a disciple, come to the door to say hello and greetings, and formally pay homage to the teacher.But this professor Hua is so far away and special, even if he wants to visit, he can't get in.He intuitively felt that this weird opportunity was related to his father's mediation behind his back, and he was very contradictory subconsciously.On the one hand, he faintly repelled, and on the other hand, he secretly competed, intending to learn from the experience and lessons of getting along with his former mentor, and strive to make a difference.

He raised his head: "Senior Brother Ling." Seeing Gao Chengcheng biting a row of red oil strips and winking at him, You Ruomei bearded Guan Gong couldn't help laughing: "Brother Zixu, do you know... where Professor Hua lives?"

Gao Chengcheng was called "Brother Zixu" and he was full of immortality. He pinched his fingers and said: "With Hua Dading's reputation, he should live in Xiaobailou. I don't know the exact house number. But he probably I am recuperating outside, and most of them are not at home. I will ask for you later."

"Thank you, brother."

"It's a small matter, thank you for nothing." Gao Chengcheng picked up the bowl and drank the red spicy soup in one gulp, staring at Fang Sishen without moving.In his exquisitely clear eyes, the person across from him had the word "dumb" written all over his face.After a little hesitation, he still didn't resist the call of conscience, lowered his voice, and said slowly: "Xiao Fang, in my opinion, the yard threw you to Hua Dading, I'm afraid it's not for your father's face. If you lose face, you will inevitably lose face. I am afraid that you will have to rely on yourself in the future. Think about everything by yourself, take the initiative, and it will definitely be fine to graduate. The tutor guides..."

A well-known sick professor is at best a nominal tutor.Gao Chenggong suddenly thought of Fang Sishen's family, laughed secretly at himself for worrying about nothing, and shut up.The person on the opposite side is both highly talented and has a family background, so it's really not wrong to meddle in other people's affairs.

"Senior brother, thank you." Fang Sishen expressed his gratitude sincerely.

"You're welcome, you're welcome." Gao Chengcheng blinked and saw the word "dumb" shining on the other party's face.

It's Saturday again.

The days have entered October unknowingly, and there is already a cool autumn in the wind.

While looking for a long-sleeved top, Fang Sishen was stunned for a while.Most of the clothes in the box were bought by his father in the past, and he was distracted by the difficult question of whether to go home or not.Professor Fang Duzhi pays attention to image, has elegant taste and strong strength, and all the clothes he buys for his son are high-quality goods.Fang Sishen is careless and casual, never buys whatever he wears.Living away from home and living in school, I have basically never added equipment.Fortunately, the quality of brand-name goods is good. After wearing them for a few years, they look old, but they don't look too shabby.

In the busy morning, the homesickness quickly dissipated.Recently, there is an exhibition of ancient books in the Central National History Archives, and I plan to go and have a look after class.The Documentation Museum is located on West Third Road of Tianshuifang, passing Guoyi High School, just on the way.

Halfway through the class, the back door was quietly pushed open.Teacher Liu raised his head to show his approval, and pushed Hong Xinyao behind him into the classroom.Fang Sishen saw a figure outside the door, it seemed that the head of the academic affairs escorted him personally.The door was quietly closed again, and Hong Xinyao sat down on the table and slept on the table, but he didn't make any more noise on purpose.Although the students in the back row saw it, they didn't dare to listen to the discussion because of their posture.As a result, when class was over at the end, Teacher Fang said to the back of the classroom: "Student Hong Xinyao, please stay here for a while." Many students were shocked and looked back.

"what?"

get out of class was over in over half an hour, and Hong Xinyao didn't sleep very well this time, and coupled with the fact that he has been in a bad mood recently, his tone was quite unfriendly.It’s true that life in Yuejing City has never been in vain. The word “why” has an authentic Beijing accent, one down and the other up, conveying the arrogance and disdain with full charm.

Fang Sishen walked up to him with the attendance sheet, and said with a pleasant face, "Student Hong Xinyao, according to the school's regulations, if the cumulative absence of elective courses exceeds 30% in one semester, it will be regarded as incomplete and the qualification for the assessment will be automatically disqualified. From the first class to now , you have missed 10 classes in total, I think I need to remind..."

"Touch!" The back door slammed into the door frame and bounced back, the wall was so dusty that it was so eye-catching.Fang Sishen took two steps back, and when he concentrated his attention, Hong Xinyao had long since disappeared.

A little angry.But facing students with this kind of problem, Teacher Fang thought he was at the end of his rope, looked at the attendance sheet, and said to himself that if you don't come next time, you don't have to come at all in the future, and turned back to the podium to pack up your things.

"Rotten wood can't be carved, and a wall of dung can't be crushed!" Liang Ruogu finished his long-drawn-out tune, and waved to Fang Sishen: "Goodbye, teacher!"

Fang Sishen felt very powerless.There is nothing wrong with problem students, but what about good students?When catching up with the teacher's jokes, they are all the same.

Turning out from the back door of Guoyi High School, there is a "7" shaped alley, which just leads to Tianshuifang Sandao Street.On the eve of the college entrance examination, Fang Sishen occasionally walked with Hu Yixin. After that, he often took advantage of the gap at noon to go out from this shortcut, cross Tianshuifang, turn on Yongchang Street, and pay his respects to the outer wall of the Forbidden Palace and the Qitianmen. Tianmen these ancient buildings.Revisiting the old place, although I haven't been there for many years, the general layout of the deep hutong has not changed.

Fang Sishen walked to the corner of the "7" and walked forward for only a few steps, when he suddenly heard someone behind him shouting: "Mr. dead end.At the end there is a willow tree with a crooked neck, and on both sides are the waste building materials of nearby people. It is crowded and dirty, and it is impossible to see it if you don't pay attention.Several students from the No. [-] High School were gathered under the willow tree, and the voice came from the crowd.

I glanced around, but I didn't see a familiar figure, let alone I am not a serious teacher, who would greet me so attentively?You heard it wrong... Just as you were wondering, the voice came out again: "Teacher Fang! Teacher Fang!" Surrounded by a student, he stretched out his arm from under the tree branch and waved it enthusiastically at him.After careful identification, it was Hong Xinyao who slammed the door and left not long ago.

Fang Sishen is used to being generous and courteous, so he subconsciously responded with a smile, "Ah, hello." His two legs also automatically stepped forward.

When he got closer, another voice suddenly came: "Hello, Teacher Fang."

Looking at the reputation, it was even more surprising that it was Liang Ruogu.He has a thin build and stands sideways behind others, so he can't be seen from the outside at all.

Nodding hello: "Ah, hello."

Turning to look at the other students, they didn't know each other.Two of them are thick-backed, tall and strong, and the other two stand a little farther away, arms crossed, posing the most popular and coolest look for young people nowadays.

Before he could ask another question, Hong Xinyao's face was already close to him: "Mr. Fang, didn't you ask me to ask you for the notes you left a few times ago? It just so happens that I'm free now, can I go with you to make copies?"

Fang Sishen remembered where he was standing before, and suddenly understood: Young Master Hong is being surrounded by people.

I haven't figured out how to deal with it yet, so I followed his question and answered: "Yes, yes, but I'm going to the Archives Museum to see an exhibition..."

"That's great, I haven't been to the Archives yet! Why don't you go to the exhibition with you first, and gain some knowledge!"

Fang Sishen's first thought was to complain about those Sui and Tang manuscripts and Song editions, and he couldn't help frowning: "It's the ancient books exhibition."

"Ancient Book Exhibition, right?" Based on the pronunciation alone, Hong Xinyao was not sure what "GUJI" was, so he had to continue, "I am most interested in this, so you can take me there, let's go... "The begging Bailai clings to Fang Sishen and walks out.The boys didn't speak or move, they just watched the two of them walk out of the encirclement.Almost at the entrance of the alley, Liang Ruogu shouted suddenly from behind: "Goodbye, teacher!"

Fang Sishen was startled, and turned around: "Ah, goodbye!"

The two teachers and students were silent all the way.Fang Sishen knew that he was being used, so he was too lazy to talk to Hong Xinyao.I also feel a little disgusted with the behavior of these teenagers.After entering the Archives Museum, I found the exhibition hall of ancient books, left Young Master Hong completely aside, and went to appreciate it by myself.

Hong Xinyao didn't dare to go out so quickly, for fear that Zhou Xincheng's gang would block him outside.Seeing a multimedia machine in the corner of the hall, I went up to fiddle with it to pass the time.I thought I could watch a video or play a game, but after clicking for a long time, I found out that it was full of detailed descriptions of the exhibits. At least most of the text on a page was unknown, and I was extremely depressed.Looking around, the glass cabinets are full of old papers and thread-bound books. There are not many people looking at them. Everyone holds their breath and concentrates carefully. The whole hall is so quiet that even the sound of breathing is incomparably clear.

It's really boring, so I have to watch people play.There are no beautiful women, and no one with a weird and special appearance, so I naturally go to see the only one I know.

Fang Sishen lowered his head, his glasses slid down, and he simply took them off and put them in his schoolbag.

Hong Xinyao thought to himself: "Hey, it turns out that Fang Shudan is wearing glasses to pretend to be an egg."

From head to toe, without a new outfit, I thought: "The nerd is really poor."

Fang Sishen came back after admiring a row of showcases. Hong Xinyao noticed that the embroidered LOGO on his schoolbag was actually an international famous brand, and thought: "The style is too old, I don't know where I picked it up."

My ankles were a little sore from standing, so I just sat down on the ground and continued to study.A staff member came over, looked at his school uniform, and said, "Student, there is a rest area outside the hall, please don't sit on the ground."

Hong Xinyao got up resentfully, just as Fang Sishen walked over here, saw his distressed appearance, and said, "Since you're here, let's take a look." Before he could answer, he turned around and looked at the second row.

Hong Xinyao hesitated, but followed.I thought Fang Sishen would explain it to me, but he seemed to have completely forgotten his own existence, his soul was taken away by the rotten paper in those glass cabinets.After holding back for a long time, he wanted to say something out loud, but the peaceful atmosphere around him seemed to be getting heavier and heavier, and he didn't know how to speak.Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a palm-sized blue leather thread-bound book, and couldn't help asking curiously, "How could there be such a small book in ancient times?"

"Yes. Pocket books have existed in ancient times, and they are not invented by modern people." Just as Fang Sishen said this, someone behind him interrupted: "Is it used for cheating in the imperial examination?" It was Liang Ruogu who came out.

"You! Why... are you here?"

Liang Ruogu ignored him, but Fang Sishen said: "I only knew about this exhibition after hearing from Teacher Fang. It is most suitable to see it with you."

Fang Sishen was answering his previous question: "Of course there are many pocket books for cheating in imperial examinations, but this one is not..."

Hong Xinyao secretly gritted his teeth and followed behind.Originally, I wanted to spend a while and go out quietly to check the situation, but now I dare not act rashly.It was obvious that Liang Ruogu came in to see what was true, and Zhou Xincheng probably led his dog-legged thugs to wait for him outside!Right now, this nerd is a life-saving straw, which must be grasped tightly.

It turned out that Young Master Hong was used to domineering in his hometown of Hejin, and when he first arrived in the capital, he was a little ignorant of the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth.In addition, when he left his parents and was freed, the old man's exhortations were thrown out of the blue.I didn't know how to restrain myself in school, and finally kicked the iron board, offending the legendary Zhou Yanei, the son of a certain chief of the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

Today, Liang Ruogu delivered a message for Zhou Xincheng, Hong Xinyao was a master who knew the situation and knew how to advance and retreat, so he wanted to take the opportunity to reconcile.Unexpectedly, the other party didn't pay attention to the second ancestor of the nouveau riche family who got rich first, and was bent on repairing and venting his anger.Young Master Hong has practiced Sanshou a few times, and he is not afraid of waiting for three or two people, but Zhou Yamen came prepared with special thugs, and Hong Xinyao didn't dare to offend him with ruthless hands, so he had to hide first. .

Boil and boil, stop and go, stop and go, this appreciation is four hours.The two in front watched with great interest, and were reluctant to leave until the staff urged them to get off work.Poor Young Master Hong had a straight calf and a sore heel, and he almost limped out of the gate of the Central National History Archives.

"How did Teacher Fang go back?" Liang Ruogu asked.

Fang Sishen thought for a while and asked, "How did you go back?"

"I take the subway, it's near Chengtianmen Station."

Fang Sishen asked Hong Xinyao again: "What about you?"

Hong Xinyao wanted to avoid Liang Ruogu, so he said, "I'll take the bus."

"Just right, I'll take the bus too, let's go together."

Liang Ruogu stared at Fang Sishen, and suddenly said: "It turns out that Teacher Fang doesn't wear glasses." He said goodbye and left.

Fang Sishen heard him say "goodbye" for the third time today, and felt a little cold for no reason.

Walking to the bus stop, he asked Hong Xinyao, "Which bus do you take?"

Unexpectedly, Hong Xinyao asked him back: "What about you?"

"I actually take the subway. It seems that you are not familiar with it, so..."

Hong Xinyao was silent for a moment, and asked, "Are you afraid they will follow me?"

"Well, after all..."

Hong Xinyao suddenly raised his hand to stop a taxi: "I'll take a taxi back."

The moment I got into the car, I remembered something, got out again, bared my teeth: "Mr. Fang, Xue Rengui is also from Hejin." After saying this, he closed the car door and left.