Arty Records

Fang Sishen, Hong Xinyao and several members of the research team had lunch in the school cafeteria before leaving for the nursing home to see Huadingsong.Teacher Fang always listens more than he talks, and he is very strict on matters of principle, but he is extremely easy-going when dealing with students, and he treats students fairly and does not hide his secrets.After a long time, many students are willing to hang out with him in the research group office.If Young Master Hong was there, it would of course be more lively, entertaining and entertaining guests, and was given the honorable title of Minister of General Affairs by other members.

The two of them strolled to the parking lot to pick up their car, when they encountered a luxury sports car passing by, and left in a hurry.Hong Xinyao pulled Fang Sishen aside, squinted his eyes and looked at the rear of the car, and cursed: "Damn, grandson who doesn't have long eyes!"

There are more and more luxury cars entering and leaving the campus every year, and it is common for young rich children to compare with each other. Sports cars with tens of millions of levels are often parked arrogantly under the dormitory or in front of the teaching building.On the other hand, Young Master Hong fixed two cars and kept them in the parking lot of Jingshi International Hall outside the school all the year round.The usual Snapdragon C3 parked on the ground has not been replaced for more than two years. Now that it is driven into the campus, no one will take a second look.The other one was dedicated to socializing on certain occasions, and it was switched several times, but it was parked in the underground parking lot and had never been driven into the school.

Fang Sishen was taken aback by the car just now, and suddenly realized that the people around him are rare low-key and mature now, and they are no longer in the same breath as his childish and arrogant peers.Thinking back to the meal that he went to Hejin during the winter vacation that year, Hong Yaoge was entertained at the old house of the Hong family. Hong Yaoge's traditional Shanxi businessman style was faintly displayed, which was quite different from many upstarts who were rapidly inflated due to the increase in wealth.

When he got to the parking lot, he saw the license plate with the initials of Mr. Hong and 01-868 on it, and he finally laughed.

After getting into the car, Hong Xinyao asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"Ah, it's nothing." The smirk stopped at the corner of his mouth.

First Young Master Hong turned his head and stared at him: "Smile so... Well, I get it, you are seducing me."

Fang Sishen blushed immediately: "What are you talking about? Go, go, hurry up."

Hong Xinyao drove triumphantly, and the lingering ambiguous atmosphere between the two barely dissipated until they got off the car.

Although he knew that Young Master Hong had a good way of dealing with people, Fang Sishen still couldn't help telling him, "Teacher is very nice, but he speaks very straightforwardly. You...be careful with your manners. If you feel bored, go first and don't wait for me."

"It's already here. What should I do alone? Of course, I have to start and finish. You talk, I just happen to, hey, learn and learn."

Still in the corridor, I heard Hua Dingsong's loud voice: "The emperor of the Han Dynasty recited poems from the Tang Dynasty, and the empress's mercury glass mirror was something only in the Ming Dynasty. It's all bullshit! I just lied to you guys." An uneducated little girl who laughs at people when she speaks. You want to study, do you understand?"

A little nurse came out of the room, her face was full of displeasure, her lips were pursed and she muttered.

"Xiao Ding, how is the teacher recently?"

The little nurse said angrily: "Didn't you hear that? It's so good, some people have the spirit to criticize others!"

Fang Sishen smiled apologetically, "Really..."

When he walked to the door, he saw Hua Dingsong holding his large enamel jar with paint peeling off, muttering to himself: "If you don't study and don't teach, you should be a fool for the rest of your life!"

"teacher."

"Here we come? Why is there another one behind?"

"This is Hong Xinyao, a sophomore at the Chinese Academy of Sciences, and a member of the research team." The reason has already been thought out, "There are a lot of things today, and it happens that he has a car, so he can help deliver them."

Hua Dingsong looked at it with a pair of small eyes full of inquiry.

First Young Master Hong held a pile of materials without letting go, and bowed to him uprightly: "Mr. Hua, hello. I'm Hong Xinyao."

The old man frowned: "Boy, what did you call me?"

"Calling you... Teacher Hua..."

Hua Dingsong pointed at Fang Sishen: "What do you call him?"

"Fang, Teacher Fang."

"You call him teacher, he calls me teacher. In terms of seniority, you should call me Shizu. Returning teacher teacher, isn't it a mess?"

Young Master Hong was dumbfounded.In addition to martial arts movies these days, who else called someone a master?

The old man knocked on the enamel jar and said, "In the new society, you don't talk about that anymore, right? Everyone, they don't even know the basics of politeness."

Young Master Hong occupied both hands, unable to scratch his head, blinked his eyes, and smiled naively: "If you are called Shizu, don't you be too old? I think you have to live to be more than 200 years old like Zhang Sanfeng. Only those with beard, white eyebrows and white hair can be called Shizu. How about... I call you Professor Hua? When you are two hundred years old like Zhang Sanfeng, how about calling you Shizu?"

Hua Dingsong was taken aback for a moment, and then he burst into laughter: "You are interesting, kid." He asked Fang Sishen, "Where did you find such a treasure? It's not the same way as you."

Before Fang Sishen could answer, he asked Hong Xinyao again: "What did you say your name was?"

"Hong Xinyao."

"Which three words?"

"Well, the flood that rises from the flood, the joy of joy and beauty, and the glory of Yao and Shun."

Fang Sishen opened his eyes wide and let out a "huh" in his heart.In an instant, I figured it out, probably the young master had prepared this speech when he changed his name, but now he said it in a serious manner, it was actually a bit of deceit and confusion.People who don't know think he is so elegant.

Hua Dingsong nodded: "It's a good name. Fang Sishen has been with me for three years, and it's the first time I see him leading someone else..."

First Young Master Hong hurriedly said: "I have admired you for a long time, and I insist on following you. If you bother me, please teach...that...Haihan Haihan."

Fang Sishen heard him so nondescriptly getting close to Hua Ding Songtao from the side, wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh.Anyway, he made up his mind, no matter how far this relationship can go, until now, he will always try to move forward.It is inevitable to contact, understand, and even intervene in each other's lives.It was he who offered to come, so let's try to see if he can pass the teacher's test.

Sure enough, Hua Dingsong's face straightened: "Oh? Tell me, why have you looked up to me for so long?"

Hong Xinyao didn't expect that the old man would still refuse to let him go, the things in his hands were getting heavier and heavier, and he was almost unable to hold them.

"That, of course, I have admired you for a long time. I have admired your knowledge for a long time." Inadvertently, "the river is surging, the Yellow River is flooding" almost came out, but luckily stopped in time, "Teacher Fang's knowledge is profound enough, and I still admire you Terrible, I often think, how advanced is your knowledge? You finally have this opportunity, so you have to come to worship the true Buddha!"

Hua Dingsong rubbed his chin: "This flattery is too much...Smart words and tricks, it's either adultery or robbery..."

Fang Sishen's heart trembled, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

I heard Hua Dingsong continue to say to Young Master Hong: "Since you have participated in this project, you must have good knowledge. Put the paper in your hand here. It has been so hard to send it here. What is the problem? You can help me Tell me, Teacher Fang."

"Ah?! This..." Young Master Hong gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, "Professor, you don't need to try me again. To tell you the truth, I am actually a rough person. I can only recognize a few simple pictographs in ancient Chinese. People with hands, ups and downs and so on. I usually mix in the research group to play soy sauce and run around. Today, it happened that Teacher Fang was coming, so I rashly followed. However, although I have no knowledge, I do have a heart that yearns for learning. Pure gold, never adulterated..."

When Young Master Hong mentioned the word "rough person", Hua Dingsong was taking a sip of tea, trying to hold back a smile.When I heard the last sentence, I swallowed half of it, "Puff!" and spit out the rest, "Cough! Cough!..."

Fang Sishen hurried over: "Teacher, how are you?" He gave Hong Xinyao a look, "Stop talking, put the things on the table."

Hua Dingsong took the towel from Fang Sishen, wiped his face, and watched him instruct the boy surnamed Hong to sort and arrange the materials.Suddenly the little disciple said with a straight face: "Up, middle and down are not pictographic characters, but things."

That one nodded honestly: "I remember."

I thought it was funny in my heart, but my face was very serious: "How did you pick someone, such a person can sneak into the research group?"

Fang Sishen quickly explained: "That's right, he's very active and doesn't ask for labor fees. I think it doesn't matter if he's one more trainee to sit in."

Hong Xinyao nodded his head at the side: "Don't worry, I promise to only help, no money, no trouble."

Hua Dingsong squinted at him for a while, stopped saying anything, and began to listen to Fang Sishen's questions, explaining one by one, and sometimes the teacher and the student discussed and proved.Fang Sishen sometimes draws on the paper with a pen, and sometimes takes notes on the computer. Two hands are not enough.Hong Xinyao pretended to listen a few times at first, but after a while he felt bored, and felt embarrassed to take out his mobile phone to play, so he sat on the side and worked hard.

Fang Sishen stretched out his hand to reach for the document a little further away, saw his eyes fixed there, and said, "Hong Xinyao, hand me that document."

"Ah, where, which one?"

"The stack on your right, the top one."

Young Master Hong immediately lifted his spirits, holding it with both hands and handing it over.

Fang Sishen said again: "Take these over, don't mistake the order."

After a while, seeing that Hua Dingsong's tea mug was empty, he ordered him: "Add some water to the teacher's cup. The thermos is on the chest of drawers behind you."

Hong Xinyao got up to get the thermos, shook it, and there was nothing left, and asked, "Where to turn on the water?"

"Go out and turn right, walk to the end of the corridor." Fang Sishen remembered something, and stopped him again: "By the way, let's go to the cafeteria and order dinner. Go out of the building and go left, just across the small square. I want a small stir-fried set meal with Chunan style. Keep an eye on the rest, and ask them to send it to 117."

Young Master Hong was entrusted with an important task, and he raised his voice and said: "Decree!" He carried the thermos pot and went out happily.

Hua Dingsong chewed the tea, and glanced at his back: "I'm not good at learning, but I'm good at running errands."

Fang Sishen stopped typing on the keyboard: "Teacher, do you still remember Hong Yaoge, the owner of Jinzhou Hejin Wujin Mine?"

There is no shortage of TV newspapers in the nursing home, but Hua Dingsong hardly cares about current affairs and rarely reads them.But the year before last, Hong Yaoge donated a large sum of money to the Jinbo project. Because of his generosity, the Academy of Chinese Studies of Jingshi University was able to rent the "Moshu Chubo" for exhibition in Daxia, which was a big event in the circle of sensation.At that time, there were exaggerated media that hailed the Hejin Hong family as a "Confucian businessman" in the new era, but Hua Dingsong still remembered his name.

Hearing the disciple's question, the old man raised his eyes slightly: "Didn't he just pay Huang Yinyu to rent the charcoal seller of "Moshu Chubo"? Hong Xinyao...Could it be, who is this kid from the Hong family?"

"You guessed right, Hong Yaoge is his father."

Hua Dading stroked his chin: "Oh? I really didn't see it... the charcoal seller's son, interesting..."

Fang Sishen thought, when words come out of the teacher's mouth, they always have to be extra sharp.This sentence sells charcoal is really quite connotative.

He has always been upright in his words and deeds, but at this time he couldn't help but put on a bit of cover-up, carefully explaining: "When I first came out of the Jinbo Project, because of tight money, I took a year of elective courses in the National High School. There happened to be him here. Later...he entered our college in college, and we met again. Although he is a son of a rich family, he has a good personality. He has no academic background, so if he insists on following along, it can be regarded as...a fate. "

Hua Dingsong figured it out, this is almost four years of acquaintance, longer than the time Fang Sishen has been with him.Having been with the young disciple for so long, it is rare to see who he is willing to speak for.This rough and cunning young master of the Hong family seemed to really catch his eye.At this age, Hua Dingsong doesn't think that two people who are so opposite can't be friends, but he can't help but weigh it in his heart.Fang Sishen was not completely useless, but for Hong Xinyao's status, it was completely useless.Maybe, people really just want to join in the fun, and it's fate to have a fresh picture.

When Hong Xinyao came back, he immediately refilled Hua Dingsong's tea mug respectfully.He took out two cups from the tea tray on the chest of drawers, went out to wash them off, and poured a cup of water for Fang Sixhen and himself.

Fang Sishen said, "Thank you."

Hua Dingsong squinted at him: "It's amazing to turn against customers."

Young Master Hong smiled obsequiously: "Isn't it... that I dare not work for you and Teacher Fang."

After the teachers and students talked about academic issues, they began to talk about economic issues.Fang Sishen began to report from the project accounts, and explained to Hua Dingsong the list of expenditures since the topic was opened, asking him to sign, and then put out the application form for additional project funds, and continued to ask the teacher to review and sign.

Young Master Hong understood this part, and he listened with piercing ears.Seeing the scanners and printers as large as several thousand yuan on the expense list, and the printing paper CDs as small as a dozen yuan, they were all clear and clear, and I thought that he was also a good housekeeper.

Hua Dingsong picked up the pen, looked at the thick stack of official documents, and snorted through his nose: "If you save this time, how much more work will be done! If you save this paper, how many trees will be cut down!" He asked angrily, "Where to sign?" ?”

Fang Sishen pointed him to the place, and said: "The labor fees of the members of the research group were settled at the end of last year, and they were paid only after the start of school. This year's payment is still owed." Shyly, "Not counting you, teacher, and myself, it's not enough..."

Hua Dingsong waved his hand: "We will calculate together when this pen is written down."

"You don't need to add equipment this time, but you have to buy two sets of books. The Zhongzhou Ancient Books Society recently combined the "Golden Stone, Bamboo and Silk Encyclopedia" and the "Dictionary of Four Tifa Books" into one, and released a set of photocopies of ancient texts. Our library Not yet. I asked, and it will take at least three months after they are on the shelves. It is too troublesome to borrow from the rare book library, and I am afraid of damage. Now the team members are using the set that you have kept privately, and it has been a hundred years. It's a waste of things, so many people and hands, it's a waste of money..."

First Young Master Hong interjected immediately to show his presence: "Is it the old books you asked them to wear gloves to flip through? I know who is lazy, and the dirty paws go straight up!"

Fang Sishen nodded: "When you buy the photocopies, this set will be locked."

"Then I will remember it for you."

The second fund applied for 10 yuan.As a procedural convention, a single additional fund shall not exceed the project start-up fund, and 1 is the upper limit.The teacher and the student figured it out, even if they didn’t do anything else, [-] yuan was just the labor fee for sorting out [-] words.

Only then did Young Master Hong realize that it was extremely difficult to get the money, no wonder he was stingy in every possible way.I can't wait to swipe [-] to the nerd immediately with a wave of my hand, don't waste time.But if you really want to do that, you will definitely be beaten, and you have to think about it.

Fang Sishen told the teacher about Ou Pingxiang's suggestion, but was rejected on the spot.

Hua Dingsong took a sip of tea, and said to the frustrated little disciple: "It's not that your idea is bad. It is supposed to be the right way to do it in a serious way. However, the right time, place and people are lacking in any of them. We can't do it." The job right now, to put it bluntly, is actually a bottomless pit. The higher-ups just sent it down with a slap of the head and a flick of the mouth, and they didn't say how well they did it. Did it stop again? That’s you, you’re really serious about doing it. Let’s see, how much work you get paid for, don’t try to make a complete one—how big is that? Scale? Another gold leaf project is almost the same! Do what you can do well, that’s all. Anyway, this is no better than others, as long as you do it, it won’t be wasted. When the conditions are ripe, you can continue to do it at any time.”

No matter how reluctant Fang Sishen was, he also understood that what the teacher said was the truth.On the one hand, Young Master Hong listened silently, and was distracted by thinking about whether this thing would be profitable if it was really put on the market.When he regained consciousness and continued to listen, Fang Sishen was telling Hua Dingsong about remittances to his old friends and widowed descendants who lived in difficulties years ago, and showed the teacher his booklet and bank receipts.It took Hong Xinyao a while to understand, and he stayed by the side without saying a word, not to disturb.

When it’s time for meals, the cafeteria staff will deliver the meals as scheduled. The tastes and varieties are reasonable and rich, but not too much to waste.Additional dishes must be paid separately, Hua Dingsong reached into the drawer for the money bag, and the food delivery person said: "It's all paid."

The old man still took out the money bag: "I don't have a job when I go to school, and I still eat from my parents, so I don't want him to pay."

Hong Xinyao hurriedly said: "I have already earned money by myself, really, I promise not to eat my parents. Besides, you are an elder and I am a junior, so it should be right. If I ask you to pay, then what am I going to do?" Turning to Fang Sishen for help, "Teacher Fang..."

Fang Sishen said: "Teacher, let him pay. He will make money."

Hua Dingsong narrowed his eyes and smiled: "I'm not good at learning, but I'm good at making money, huh?"

Hong Xinyao pretended to be stupid: "Hey..." After hey for a long time, he choked out three words, "You're so proud."

The meal was enjoyable, and before leaving, Young Master Hong asked, "Professor Hua, can I come again next time?"

"Come if you want."

"Hey, thank you."

Hua Dingsong looked at him: "It's rare for you to know that you are ignorant, which is better than many people. Besides, don't you still have a heart yearning for learning? Haha..."

The two got into the car, Hong Xinyao said with a smile: "The old man is really fun."

"Call the teacher."

"Then he still doesn't want me to call you." He bowed his head and fastened Fang Sishen's seat belt, "No wonder you like him, he is a good man."

He raised his head and looked at the person in front of him: "However, it's still best for you."

The distance is just between breaths, everything seems to rise to a suffocating high temperature in an instant, and the vision is blurred.Fang Sishen leaned back on the chair weakly, feeling out of breath.

A deep and hoarse voice rang in my ear: "Where are you going?"

"Go, go home." It was very difficult to spit out the short sentence, "Talk to my dad, I..."

"Understood. I'll take you home first. My dad will go back to Hejin next week... Don't go home next weekend, okay?"