Arty Records

Because his father proposed to go home for the New Year, Fang Sishen decided to go back and clean up.It has been unoccupied for so long, although Gao Chengcheng will come regularly to help water the noodle trees and check for safety issues, he still feels that it needs to be cleaned in advance.

Even if there are only two fathers and sons, Chinese New Year should look like Chinese New Year.

On the 27th of the twelfth lunar month, Hong Xinyao first went to school to pick him up, then went to see Liang Ruogu with Fang Sishen, and then sent him home.

Taking out a large stack of books from Hua Dading's office and carrying a laptop on his back, Young Master Hong regretted it a lot.If I knew it was so heavy, I should have driven the car directly to the door of the building.

The two chatted and chatted, walked and stopped, and when they arrived at the parking lot of the International Hall, they were so tired that they were sweating.

Most of the weight was on Young Master Hong, and Fang Sishen apologized: "I'm sorry, just find a luggage cart to carry it."

Hong Xinyao took a breath: "Don't stick there, it hasn't arrived yet, it stopped today."

"Huh?" Fang Sishen looked at the black car in front of him, "Isn't this yours?"

Young Master Hong was speechless.

Fang Sishen was very embarrassed: "I look almost..."

Hong Xinyao laughed depressedly: "I should thank you for finally seeing the right color?"

The Xiaoteng C2 in front of him is similar to his C3. The difference, which is a world of difference in the eyes of some people, is basically invisible to Fang Sishen.

Young Master Hong resentfully said, "I changed the car today, so I didn't leave it outside." Then, he led him in from the underground entrance, and stopped in front of a silver sports car.

Even Fang Sishen, who doesn't know anything about cars at all, finds the color and shape dazzling.

"There's a party tonight, so I have to save face." Hong Xinyao said as he put away his things, motioning for Fang Sishen to sit in.Watch him move left and right on the chair, and ask, "Uncomfortable?"

"No, I'm not used to it." The space inside the car seems small, but because of the excellent design, the comfort is actually quite high.

"A place like Suozi Street, you can't usually drive there. There are few people these days, so it's okay."

Fang Sishen nodded and said nothing.No matter what time and place, luxury has never been cut off and has become the eternal obsession of human beings.The extreme inequality between the rich and the poor always continues to play out in reality.He has no position or qualification to make a moral judgment on wealth itself.As for the causes and consequences attached to it, the means and methods are beyond his ability.

He thought about it, even if Hong Xinyao rode a bicycle, or simply came to pick him up empty-handed, it would not be fundamentally different from now.

Slightly smiled: "Slow down, pay attention to safety."

"Don't worry." Young Master Hong drove on the road with what he thought was the most chic and handsome gesture, and at the same time added common sense: "You memorize the license plate, the initials are my initials, and then the area number 01, the black car ends with the number 868, this is 686. Don’t make any mistakes next time. By the way, my mobile phone has changed to dual SIM cards. You can call my new number in the future. The first three digits are the same as yours, and the last four are 27.” Then, he took out The phone dialed.

Fang Sishen looked at the long list of 27 on the screen and saved the number.I felt that this number was a bit strange in my heart, but I couldn't figure out why it was so strange.

On the way, I bought some eating utensils and took them to Liao Zhong's convenience clinic.Fang Sishen bought a bunch of blessing couplets and window grilles with hanging money, and distributed each item to Dr. Liao for the New Year.

There was no sound in the yard, and they pushed open the door of the "outpatient department" and went in. One of them was lying on the bed, the other was sitting on a low stool with a square stool in the middle, playing the most childish game of poker solitaire.The one lying on the stomach looked pale and lazily, but his expression was playful and relaxed.The one sitting with a serious face was holding a card tightly and refused to let go.

Hong Xinyao laughed out loud.

Liao Zhong saw what they were carrying in their hands, and said with a straight face, "He can't eat it."

"I know, I know, let's eat."

Dr. Liao immediately got up and took it: "Let me see." After pawing twice, he walked out, "Help me!" He picked up the bag and went into the room where "patients stop".

It was almost lunch time, Fang Sishen said: "I'll go." He went over there to help Dr. Liao.

Liang Hong was the only one left in the room.After this incident, Hong Xinyao's admiration for Talented Liang increased a lot, and Liang Ruogu owed a lot of loyalty to Young Master Hong, and the relationship was virtually closer than before.

Hong Xinyao looked out the window, waited for Fang Sishen to enter the wing room, and then said: "Liang Zi, the manager of Lvsha Garden called me yesterday, saying that someone was worried about your accident and they were arguing with the property management to pry open the door of your house. Seeing no one in the house, He seemed so anxious, and refused to call the police. Tell me, what should we do about this?"

In fact, not only was there no one in the room, there was blood on the bed.The property owner was afraid of a murder case and reported it to the manager immediately.The manager knew that the head of the household was a friend of the Fourth Young Master, so he immediately reported it to Hong Xinyao.

Liang Ruogu was stunned after hearing his words.

Hong Xinyao said again: "I think he's in a daze right now, and he hasn't found out that your nest has anything to do with me. It won't be long before he will definitely find me. Let's talk about the ugly things first, and he won't ask for a day , I don’t know for a day, if he wants to ask me, my brother can’t hide it for you.”

Liang Ruogu stared at the playing cards in a daze.Finally, a sentence popped up: "You can figure it out. What else can he do? Who cares what he likes."

After talking for a while, it was called eating over there.In order not to irritate the patients, the dining table was placed in the wing room.

Hong Xinyao turned around and walked out, when he heard Liang Ruogu's "Hey" behind him, he stopped.

"Jin Tu, you and Fang Shudai... are you really playing?"

Hong Xinyao tilted his head, his face darkened: "So what?"

"It's not that I hit you. You take it seriously, but others may not take it seriously. I saw that the nerd came in and out with you, so how can there be any sense of that? Don't you think he doesn't care at all? The days are not short, right? Don't you feel tired of wasting effort every day?"

Hong Xinyao frowned: "I said, if you have this spare time, you might as well worry about yourself first." He stretched out his hand to open the door, and added, "Also, people have names and surnames, don't be a nerd barking like a nerd."

Liang Ruogu smiled helplessly from behind: "You think I deliberately said something ugly to dislike you? If you think that's not the case, then be kind."

Hong Xinyao's mood suddenly became extremely depressed.

The three of them had a simple lunch.There are not only medical books in Liao Zhong's room, but also many literary works. At the dinner table, he discussed with Fang Sishen the classical images in modern literature, and talked a lot.Young Master Hong silently gnawed the biscuits beside him.

Before leaving, Hong Xinyao left Liao Zhong's phone number, and Fang Sishen added his own.In case something happens, he's here, it's more convenient after all.

After getting into the car, Fang Sishen looked at the pot-like face beside him and asked, "What's the matter? Is there any trouble?"

These words were like a raging charcoal fire in a cold sky, completely melting the ice in Hong Xinyao's heart.

He grinned: "What's the trouble? It's just that I feel nauseous after listening to Liao's fake nonsense."

Fang Sishen also laughed.

When the car drove into the National Higher Humanities Institute, I always felt that it was too ostentatious. I stopped when I saw an empty space where there was no one, but there were still several rows of buildings.The two of them carried the computer on their backs, picked up the books, and walked forward.The School of Humanities has expanded rapidly in recent years, and personnel changes have been considerable.After the faculty dormitory was relocated to the new district, the layout was quite different from before. In addition, Fang Sishen hadn't seen him for three or four years, so the chance of meeting acquaintances was actually very low.Even so, he kept his head down and walked quickly, unwilling to meet people.

Hong Xinyao was very excited when he got off the car.It's been a long time, and I finally got the qualification to visit the door.Noticing that something was wrong with Fang Sishen, I understood it after thinking about it.Deliberately pretending to be overwhelmed, one step at a time.Fang Sishen realized that he hadn't followed, and turned back: "Give me some more."

"No, no, no." Young Master Hong immediately got up quickly.As he walked, he said, "Why are you acting like a thief? Tell your dad that I sent you back. What's the matter?"

Fang Sishen was silent for a while, and then said: "You know my dad was hospitalized because of high blood pressure. Last time...about Wei Deli, he was very angry. I'm afraid...Hong Xinyao, I'm sorry, please bear with me."

"No, it doesn't matter... Cough, what are you talking about? I'm sorry. I'm the same? I don't dare to let the old man know... No, I mean, in the future, that, in the future..." Hong Xin Yao suddenly felt that his mouth was so stupid that he couldn't say a single word.

"You don't need to talk about it." Fang Sishen lowered his head and stopped him quickly and softly, "We will talk about the future."

Hong Xinyao paused.Looking at the thin and tall figure in front of him, even if he walked quickly with a heavy object, his back was stretched straight.Young master Hong gradually honed his ability to read people more and more in the business world, and he knew that the habit shown invisibly came from profound personal cultivation.And the drooping head and neck, compared with the straight back, looked extraordinarily weak, and seemed to reveal an inexplicable sadness.

There was a strong pity and anxiety in my heart.For the first time since I got the response, I felt how pure and heavy the response from the other party was.

He followed the house with a heavy heart and put down his things.

Fang Sishen asked, "Do you want some tea?"

Forced to smile: "Drink next time. I have to go, there will be a traffic jam later."

"Then...wash your hands and wipe your face?"

Both of them were sweating on their foreheads, and their hands were covered with dust from old books.Fang Sishen walked to the bathroom, only to realize that there was no hot water at home.Fortunately, the heating did not stop, and the water from the tap water pipes was not cold.

Twist the towel and pass it over: "I'm sorry, let's just make it."

Hong Xinyao went to pick up the towel, but took advantage of the situation and grabbed his entire palm, tightening it tighter and tighter.

A pair of eyes are deep and bright: "Don't worry."

Fang Sishen only felt that the towel soaked in cold water scalded his hands for no reason, making his whole body a little hot.Subconsciously answered: "Don't worry about what?"

"I know, it's meaningless to say anything with empty teeth. In short, you can rest assured, don't think about it."

The four eyes looked at each other, fingers intersected, and the touch of lips was unexpected but logical.One is cautiously presumptuous and domineering step by step, and the other is apprehensive and frightened while being confused and subdued while retreating steadily, achieving the first kiss in the true sense between each other.

Hong Xinyao sucked those two soft lips as if he wasn't enjoying himself, and rubbed the tip of his teeth back and forth over and over again.

Fang Sishen's face was on fire, and he gasped for breath: "You...don't leave..."

"Let's go now. I have something to do tomorrow, and I will leave early in the morning the day after tomorrow. I will give you news when I get home." He picked up a towel and wiped his face randomly, and suddenly leaned into his ear, "Also, happy Chinese New Year, Gong Xi Fa Cai." Turning around gone.

As if disappearing out of thin air all of a sudden, the person disappeared.Fang Sishen looked around in a daze, there was nothing but himself alone.However, the subtle feeling left on the lips has a long aftertaste, like itching and pain, crisp and numb, and it penetrates deep into the nerves, which cannot be ignored.

He walked slowly to the sofa and sat down, not knowing what to do for a moment.Thinking of the phrase "Gong Xi Fa Cai", I couldn't help but raise the corners of my mouth.The phone rang, and he hurriedly connected it. Fang Duzhi asked over there, "Xiaosi, where are you?"

"At home... Well, I just entered the door, and I was about to clean up... Well, I won't do it, so I just cleaned it up...Okay, I will pick you up at the hospital tomorrow afternoon, I see, please drive Senior Brother Gao...Okay, goodbye, Dad."

After hanging up the phone, I realized that the other hand was still holding a towel.By the way, wash your face with cold water, cheer yourself up, and start cleaning.

Fang Duzhi had already moved the noodle tree to the balcony. Gao Chengcheng came to water it once a week, but he only had the door key and dared not move it anywhere else.No one lived in it for almost half a year, and there was a strong musty smell in the house.Fang Sishen pulled back all the curtains, opened all the windows and doors, and ventilated the room.Especially the study room, because it is far more crowded than other rooms, and the air is more turbid.

I took a large basin of water, found some rags, rolled up my sleeves, and prepared to do a big job.

Clean up father's bedroom first.The interior furnishings are simple, the bed sheets and quilts are replaced and thrown into the washing machine, and the furniture is dusted, that's about it.Suddenly I got up, and dug out the bag of New Year decorations, pasted a word of blessing on the door, and pasted a few window grilles.The furniture and curtains are mainly in plain colors, and when the golden and red blessing character window grilles come out, it immediately adds infinite festiveness.

So he continued to tidy up the study with enthusiasm.The study is basically Fang Duzhi's exclusive use, and Fang Sishen occasionally comes over to look through books, work as a porter, and help his father fetch and store materials in high places.There are cabinets and shelves on three sides of the room, only a two-meter-long desk is placed by the window.A new-style computer desk was installed horizontally, and the laptop was taken to the hospital. Phones, printers, file bags and the like still occupied the desk.

Fang Sishen looked around and decided to put the books and materials on the table back by category.Pick up a book of Shaking Ashes, and put it back on the shelf.Rubbed it casually, and sure enough, there was a thick layer of dust on the shelf.I thought it would be better to wipe the bookcase and bookshelf first.After rubbing the third one, I was tired, so I simply put on the yearbook of teaching and scientific research, sat on the ground, and rubbed the bottom part slowly.

This is the oldest piece of furniture in the study room. There are three bookshelves on the top, with glass sliding doors, and a double-door cabinet on the bottom.It looks clumsy and thick, dark in color, and I don't know what kind of wood it is.Fang Sishen remembered that when he first arrived in the capital, there was such a cabinet at home.Unable to be touched, he wiped the cabinet door absently.

There was a light "clang" sound, and it turned out that it had touched the lock.A small brass lock hung in the middle, black with age.

Fang Sishen wondered why he had never noticed before that the cabinet was locked.An extremely old-fashioned hasp lock, the iron plates on both sides are fixed with screws, the kind that is easy to pry open.

I got up to wipe other furniture, but my eyes couldn't help looking at the cabinet.I don't know how many times I saw it, I finally found the key in the room.The words confided in my father's nightmare during the night vigil in the hospital came to my mind, like a high-pressure pump, pulling the past out of my memory little by little.

"Xiaosi! Don't lie to me! That child is not yours, right? Right?..."

"Azhi, I'm sorry... If possible, I hope I never have to tell you. I'm actually...not your father..."

"If you want to leave here, you can...go to the capital and find a...Fang Duzhi. If you find him, maybe...you can study seriously and go to university...This letter has an address on it. You give it to He... Leave it to me... If you can't find it, return it, I entrusted you to Uncle Lian..."

"From now on, your surname is Fang, and I am your father. What is the boy's name Zhirou, change his name... The kindness of upbringing is unforgettable, so let's call him Fang Sishen."

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Fang Sishen stared at the cabinet.This is the oldest piece of furniture that my father brought from his old home, and it is also the only place in this home that he cannot open without a key.He was almost certain that all the secrets were hidden here, at least...the letter from that year was hidden.

He Zhirou, who was 15 years old back then, was such a stubborn and upright boy. He kept a crumpled letter in his close pocket for several months, but never thought of secretly opening it to take a look.Until Fang Duzhi was found after going back and forth, and handed over to him himself.

He didn't know what was written in the letter, because Fang Duzhi hadn't mentioned anything for so many years.He also didn't know the recipient's reaction after reading it, because Fang Duzhi hid in the house to read it.The child who had been wandering for several months was blocked from the door, so tired that he leaned against the threshold and fell asleep.As soon as he woke up, he became Fang Sishen.

More importantly, in his mind, from the moment he learned of Fang Duzhi's name, he already believed that Fang Duzhi was his biological father and never doubted it.It is only now that I realize that from beginning to end, this question has never been definitively answered.

Find that letter...just find that letter...

He opened large and small drawers, groped in the gaps in the bookshelves, his hands trembled with nervousness, his forehead was sweating, but he found nothing in the end.

He leaned on the cabinet and sat down slowly, putting his head on the cold copper lock.Suddenly realized something, got up immediately, ran to the kitchen and searched for a screwdriver.

When I unscrewed the hasp, my hands shook unbearably.Fortunately, the material of the cabinet is good, so not many sawdust fell off.

Fang Sishen took a long breath, clenched the screwdriver with both hands, and tried his best to stabilize the movement.The desire for the truth overcomes all hesitation and fear. When the last nail is removed, the hasp comes off with a "snap", and the cabinet door opens with a gentle pull.

There are surprisingly few things inside, just a few stacks of books and papers, neatly stacked.The thickest stack looks like a diary.Fang Sishen tried to touch it, but immediately withdrew his hand.Immediately, I felt something was wrong again, so I gently picked up the top book.Sure enough, it was light and weightless.On the red plastic cover are the head portraits and quotations of the founding head of state: "Revolution is not about treating guests to dinner, making articles, or painting and embroidering. It cannot be so elegant, so calm, gentle, gentle, courteous and frugal..."

It looks like it was many years ago.When it was opened, all the inside pages were cut off along the edges, and it was a diary, leaving only an empty shell.Weigh those below, all of which are the same.

The experiences and moods recorded with pen and paper have long been wiped out.There are only a pile of shells left, and the precious and important ones are hidden here, like a tomb of clothes.

Fang Sishen carefully put those empty diaries away, feeling sad and desolate.After sitting blankly for a long time, he raised his hand to close the cabinet door.

He told himself: so be it.So be it.This... is good enough.

Inadvertently caught a glimpse of a flat tin box in the corner.Like a telepathy, the intuition is what I'm looking for.

His hand hung in mid-air for quite a while, before he picked up the box bit by bit, as if it was extremely heavy.

The box was unlocked, and when it was opened, a letter lay quietly inside.The kraft paper envelope has not faded with the passage of time. Although the surface is covered with creases, the familiar handwriting is still legible: "Dijing, Fangfu, No. 27, Guangfu Hutong Road, Baihuafang, Zhengyangmenwai East Street, Mr. Fang Duzhi, start".

That was the address where the Fang family lived 30 years ago.Fang Sishen still clearly remembered that he had to find this address very hard, and No. 27 was actually a steamed stuffed bun shop.He asked everyone passing by in the alley for more than ten days, and was about to give up. When he was planning to return to Qingqiu Baishui, he finally asked a person named Fang Duzhi, who might live in the National Institute of Humanities.

My palms are full of sweat.He got up suddenly, rushed to the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and washed and dried his hands carefully.Then he returned to the study room, gently pinched the envelope, and slowly pulled out the letter paper.

Cut from the most common rough-edged paper, but only three pages.The old style Xingkai written with a pen is as neat and elegant as the depths of memory.The first line begins with the cloud:

"Jun Chi sees words like meeting:"