Arty Records

The whole weekend, Fang Sishen spent in the sadness of his father's uneasiness and reluctance to speak.There are too many vicissitudes between father and son that can only be kept silent, so Fang Sishen had to harden his heart, close the door, and concentrate on doing his own things.On Sunday afternoon, before going back to school, I finally couldn't bear it, so I went to the study to say goodbye to my father.Except that Fang Duzhi drove him for the first time after he was discharged from the hospital, and when he returned to school on weekends, he insisted on taking the bus by himself.

"Dad, I'm going back to school."

"Ah, good. I packed a box of the braised prawns for you in the kitchen..."

Fang Sishen patted his schoolbag and smiled: "It's already here."

"That's good...be careful on the road."

"Well, I will." Fang Sishen looked at his father.In just two days, he seemed to have aged a lot.He said softly: "Dad, you don't have to be sad. The past is over, and now, it is my own choice. Since I have made a choice, I am ready to face the consequences that will follow. This matter, I thought about it for a long time. One day, I suddenly figured it out: no matter what, it’s just a relationship. Don’t worry.”

Showing a smile: "Dad, wish me good luck."

So brave and determined.Who else is more worthy of faithful love and pure happiness than him?

The corners of Fang Duzhi's eyes were moist: "Okay, I'm not worried. Dad... wish you good luck."

"Thank you dad."

Turning around to leave, Fang Sishen suddenly remembered something: "By the way, Dad, I really want to buy a house and get married."

Fang Duzhi immediately entered the normal mode: "She is going to get married, so how can she buy a house by herself? Even if the boy surnamed Ou has no money, the Hu family's dowry has already been prepared, right?"

"Aunt Hu doesn't seem to agree with them."

Fang Du was taken aback.Other members of the Hu family objected, but fortunately, ex-wife Hu Mei made her own opinions on personal issues in a vigorous and straightforward manner.I don't want it to be my daughter's turn now, it's not like that at all.

"So the two of them plan to make a down payment on their own. Dad, if you can help her... help her?" Fang Sishen lowered his head, "As a brother, I'm really useless, and I may not even be able to support her. live, not to mention..."

Fang Duzhi became displeased: "Xiaosi, what do you want to do? You asked her to tell me by herself, and let you be the mouthpiece, what's the matter?"

"Dad, it's not from my heart, it's from my own mind."

Fang Duzhi snorted and didn't speak.

Fang Sishen was a little frustrated and embarrassed.Let my sister know later, I'm afraid I will blame my brother for meddling in his own business.Sure enough, when these things are in his hands, he can only mess up.If I had known earlier, it would be better not to listen to his idea.

It turned out that when he met Hong Xinyao last Thursday, he remembered his sister's wedding room and asked for a consultation.Young Master Hong was as excited as if he was going to get married, with that attitude, he wished he could give it away for nothing.Fang Sishen didn't hear right, so he hastened to speak clearly.Hong Xinyao calmed down and knew not to be too revealing. Seeing his anxious appearance, he said, "Okay, don't worry, I want to sell the house, and she wants to buy a house. In terms of employee standards, isn’t that too much?”

Fang Sishen wanted to call to tell his sister, but was held down by Hong Xinyao: "You want to expose our relationship with Sister Xin? Let's talk first, I have no objection."

"of course not……"

"You make such a phone call, and she won't make a fuss about it? When the time comes to ask the bottom line, you won't lie..."

"Then... what should I do?"

"It's inappropriate for you to say this. It's better to sell your face." Young Master Hong smiled slyly, "It's better to sell our father's face. You go home on weekends and mention it to our father."

"What are you talking about?" Fang Sishen couldn't get around, and didn't understand how to go around in this circle.

"Just worry about my sister's lack of money for getting married and buying a house. Needless to say, the daughter is going to get married. A father can't just say no, right? I will naturally find opportunities to remind him of me."

As a result, when I was busy at home, another incident happened when I was forced to question by my father, and I didn't remember it until I was about to leave.Having said that, he didn't know what to do next.

Fortunately, Fang Duzhi spoke up: "Your sister's matter, you let her come to me. If she has to compete with me, then I can't take care of it."

Fang Sishen showed a big smile: "Thank you, Dad!"

Seeing him like this, Fang Duzhi pretended to be indifferent: "You can pass the message to me for her, why can't she think of someone to pass the message to her mother? Doesn't her mother listen to her aunt the most? The ready-made lobbyist doesn't know how to use it." .”

After Bai Yiyan's accident, the descendants of the Bai family stood up immediately.Bai Rui has always been a good person, but she was not affected too much.Recently, large-scale official cultural exchange activities have been frequent. Fang Minzhi has some overseas influence and received a lot of preferential treatment from above. Mrs. Fang was able to openly enter and leave the Hu family again.

Of course Fang Sishen didn't know this, but his father's idea must be useful, so he immediately agreed happily.

Also on this Sunday, Hong Xinyao received a call from Liang Ruogu.

"Jin Tu, Wang Wei is gone."

"When did you leave?"

"Last week. The news came after I settled down there. I just found out."

Listening to the calm voice on the phone, Hong Xinyao wondered if his master was really so peaceful in his heart.

"So... is it equivalent to sneaking away?"

"Hmph, I think so too."

"Did something really happen to his family?"

"Who knows. He is the crown prince, when will it be my turn to worry about it."

The two exchanged a few more words, hung up the phone, and Hong Xinyao immediately contacted Hong Yaoge.The father and son talked peacefully for a long time this time, and when it was over, the phone was hot in their hands.

Hong Xinyao rubbed his ears, looked up at the sunny day above his head.Because there is a lot of dust in the air, the sun looks a bit bleak.He tapped on the table lightly, very rarely feeling irritable and depressed.Shaking his head, he silently considered his next plan.

Hong Yaoge agreed to transfer a sum of money to his son's account, the amount was not small, and he could use it at his disposal.But compared to the big mountain of the Hong family, this amount of money is just a tip.Hong Xinyao thought of persuading the old man to stop, but the answer he got was: "I've already done it, so there's no reason to be a deserter in the middle of the battle." There was a vague uneasiness in his heart.If you don't want to be a deserter, what if... you become cannon fodder?

At this point, persuasion is definitely no longer possible, let alone interference.It's better to take advantage of the fact that I have no time to take care of my son, and make some big moves in a small area.

On Friday morning, the two of them were tired in bed.One was lying on his stomach and never forgot to learn, staring at the laptop to read the materials, while the other was sticking to his side, touching, kissing, rubbing and pressing.Feeling that it has been done, he didn't say a word, and reached out to slap it off like a mosquito.

"Go to see the teacher in the afternoon, I'll go with you."

"Today I'm only talking about the dissertation defense. You'll be bored if you go."

"I also bring a computer, you talk about your stuff, I do mine, it won't be boring." Hong Xinyao poked him, "Hey, I think the teacher should be very good at antiques, isn't he?"

"It's hard to say..." Hearing his question, Fang Sishen stopped what he was doing, and answered seriously, "Oracle bones, silk scripts, bamboo slips and steles are definitely familiar, but these are not antiques. Teacher Bronze Ware should know more about things related to antiques." , after all, it is the carrier of bronze inscriptions. Don't you have a consultant? Why do you think of asking this?"

"Exactly, a few of them are bronze wares. It's always right to ask more, I'm modest!"

Fang Sishen raised his head: "With the teacher's age and experience, he should have seen many real things. Try it."

In the field of antiquities appreciation, knowledge itself is knowledge.Hua Dingsong is an old man who is very old, and became famous as a young man. He has been in and out of the family of the old masters. Although he later specialized in ancient characters, it goes without saying that he has other perspectives.

Going to the nursing home after lunch, Hong Xinyao drove to Sufangzhai to buy eight-color brocade box snacks and some fruits.Fang Sishen couldn't help laughing: "When did you learn to be so polite?"

Young Master Hong was very proud: "Etiquette is less important than friendship, and the main thing is friendship."

When he arrived, Hua Dingsong just woke up after sleeping, and he was very happy to see the two of them, and even more happy to see the snacks and fruits: "Quick, get some to share with the girls, I have been angry with me for a month. Isn't it just to criticize them? So what, ah, time-travel drama, no culture..."

Hong Xinyao opened the bag to divide things, Fang Sishen said: "Keep the scallion meat floss rolls and pretzel beef tongue cakes, the teacher likes to eat salty ones."

Young Master Hong agreed, and grinningly carried his big bag to eat and headed to the medical staff's office to flatter him.

Fang Sishen took the paper plate that came with it and packed a meat floss roll for the teacher: "Have you had lunch long enough? Come and taste a piece first. These can be kept for half a month, so you can keep them and eat slowly."

Hua Dingsong didn't like to eat dim sum in the past, and thought it was soft and loose without chewing.However, as I got older, my teeth became loose and gradually became desirable.Breaking off a piece and putting it in his mouth, he smiled openly: "Did you buy it, or did he buy it?"

Fang Sishen was a little embarrassed, and said with a smile, "He bought it. I've been too poor recently, and I don't have the money to buy snacks to honor you."

Speaking of which, Fang Sishen had never been rich, and was once so poor that he borrowed money to survive.Since she lost her qualification as a national trainee, she paid for all her tuition, board and lodging by herself.He couldn't bear to live with others, so he paid for a single room.After taking classes for Hua Dingsong, thanks to this stable class fee, I can still maintain food and clothing after paying the tuition.Originally, I had a project and could earn an extra income, but the funds were tight, so I gave myself an IOU.Fortunately, there are people rushing for subsidies for basic necessities of life, food, housing and transportation, so it is not embarrassing.In addition, there are no classes during the winter vacation, and I took another week of sick leave, so I don't have any money left at the moment.

Hua Ding smacked and smacked his lips: "I know you are poor...you don't know him."

Fang Sishen was taken aback for a moment, and blushed: "Big, probably too familiar..."

At this time Young Master Hong came back, and the old man greeted him with a mouthful of dim sum: "Hong... Xinyao, right? Come, let's eat some together."

Fang Sishen went to make tea, and Hong Xinyao put the plate containing rose pine nut cake in front of him: "This is for you." He picked up a piece of walnut cake by himself.

Fang Sishen seldom eats snacks.But children who grew up in the forest area are most irresistible to the smell of pine nuts.Maybe whichever chat is mentioned, it will be remembered.Sniff lightly, very intoxicated: "This pine nut is very good, and even roses can't cover its fragrance."

As soon as he raised his head, Hua Dingsong was squinting at him with his bright eyes, and a piece of pine nut cake almost fell in fright.In a blink of an eye, he was staring meaningfully at the people around him, and for no reason, his face, which had just returned to normal, suddenly turned red again.

Fortunately, Hua Dingsong didn't say anything. After eating snacks, the teacher and the student discussed the matter of the defense. As expected, Young Master Hong quietly went about his work there. He occasionally made a phone call, and went quietly to the corridor inside.

A lot of preparations have been made in the early stage, and it was discussed in just over an hour.Hong Xinyao heard chatter here, and quickly came over with the computer: "Professor, there are a few things I would like to invite you to, um, please, um, take a look at it."

On the screen are several high-definition photos of bronze wares.

Hua Dingsong took a look, then suddenly moved forward: "Bring me my magnifying glass."

"No, no, I'll zoom in for you to see the details." Hong Xinyao suppressed a smile, zooming in one by one, moving slowly up, down, left, and right.

"This... doesn't look like it's new. It's rare to see a round tripod with such a clear pattern. Which museum is it?"

"It's not from a museum. That's it. It's not in China. The photos were sent by friends from Citigroup." Seeing Hua Dingsong's expression, Hong Xinyao had an intuition that there was something interesting, and his tone couldn't help becoming excited, "It's a private collection, and I intend to sell it recently. , my friend persuaded me to buy it, I was a little undecided, afraid of being fooled."

Hua Dingsong was very surprised, and took a look at First Young Master Hong: "You don't sell charcoal with your father, you actually play this?"

"Isn't this...cough, cultivating one's sentiments is also considered to be a contribution to the cultural cause..."

Hua Dingsong didn't listen to his nonsense, and pointed to the words on the utensils: "From the inscriptions, it looks quite quaint and orthodox, and it really doesn't look like a fake. This kind of font with twists and turns is similar to Chu inscriptions, but the details are different. Typical." Fang Sishen said, "Look at it."

Fang Sishen had been pondering on the sidelines, and then answered: "Teacher, don't you think this shape looks a bit like a transitional font?"

"Transition from what to what?"

"These inscriptions are obviously decorative, and they seem to be between the roundabout and the flower-and-bird writing. There is no successive relationship between the roundabout and the flower-and-bird writing. That is to say, the transition in time may not be true, so it is likely to be spatial. Transition. Roundabout prose prevailed in Chu, flower and bird prose prevailed in Yue. Between Chu and Yue was the area of ​​the ancient Jiuxi Kingdom. It is said that it was once very prosperous, but it is a pity that it was lost in history, and there is no chance to see its remains."

Hua Dingsong touched his beard with a smile, obviously feeling relieved: "You, it's just about these things, you have a clever mind." Turning to Hong Xinyao, "Ask about the ins and outs of a few things, and the flow in between. Come back clearly."

Hong Xinyao was overjoyed and agreed repeatedly.Seeing that Hua Dingsong was very interested, he simply called up many related pictures from the computer to show the old man to enjoy.Fang Sishen saw that the old and the young were getting along well, so he got up and went to the cafeteria to order dinner.

Hua Dingsong waited for the little disciple to go far away, and asked Hong Xinyao, "Are you on good terms with him?"

Young Master Hong nodded: "Yes."

Hua Dingsong turned his eyes around: "You didn't understand, what I said was better, I meant getting a partner."

Hong Xinyao was surprised.Although I know that the old man will see it sooner or later, but this question is too direct, too casual, too... rustic.

Seeing his demented face, Hua Dingsong said: "Old man, I have lived to this age, what have I never seen?" Sighing, "A young man of 27 or [-] is no worse than a human being. If he falls in love with a woman, it seems like he has lost his destiny." Yes. When he came first, how could the little girl on this floor have to chat behind her back for a long time? He is good, looking at people is like looking at wood."

When First Young Master Hong heard him mention the little girl, his heart began to tense.When it came to looking at the wood, it immediately became loose again.

Hua Dingsong snorted: "It's impossible for him to chase you, you must be begging for nothing to cling to him."

Young Master Hong bowed his head and confessed: "Yes. I have known him for almost four years, I have liked him for three years, and I have been chasing him desperately for two years."

I heard the old man ask: "How old are you?"

Respectfully replied: "It's twenty."

Hua Dingsong didn't speak for a while.Suddenly raised his hand and pointed outside the door: "That's a treasure...do you understand?"

"I understand. If I don't understand, I'll find someone else. How could I find him?"

He didn't speak for another half hour.

Hua Dingsong's voice weakened for no reason, and the four words were as slow as a sigh: "Don't bully him."

"No, I swear."

The old man sneered, "You can do it? I don't believe it."

Hong Xinyao raised his head: "It doesn't matter if you don't believe me, I will do it."

When Fang Sishen came back, it was still a harmonious scene of the old and the young lying in front of the computer and looking at the pictures. Occasionally, the old scolded the young for the idiotic questions asked by the young, and couldn't help laughing.

After dinner, Hong Xinyao sent Fang Sishen home, and stopped far outside the school gate as usual.In the evening, Fang Duzhi said to his son: "Hong Xinyao invites me to dinner tomorrow to talk about art investment, will you come?"

Fang Sishen was startled secretly, and on second thought, he definitely had to bring up the matter of buying a house with his heart. He was probably afraid that it would be unnatural for him to know in advance.Shaking his head: "I can't leave, you can go." Then told, "Don't drink."

In the morning of the next day, Fang Duzhi handled a few chores in the office, and then was taken to Cuiwei Building by Mr. Hong.

As the public relations base of the Hong family in Beijing, Cuiweilou used Hong Yaoge's direct lineage, and even Hong Da, Hong Xichang, who is resident in the capital, couldn't infiltrate it.Two years ago, Hong Yaoge gradually handed over the daily management to his son, and now the restaurant is under Hong Xinyao's name.In fact, after the courtyard dedicated to reception is repaired, small meetings like this are usually arranged there.But Hong Xinyao didn't want to take Fang Duzhi there, so he decided to stay in a small private room in Cuiwei Building.

After exchanging pleasantries, when the dishes were ready, Major Hong waved the others out, and personally poured tea and soup for Uncle Fang, and added rice and vegetables.

Fang Duzhi held up his chopsticks calmly, chewed slowly, and waited for him to speak.

"Uncle Fang, there is something that has something to do with both of us, but I haven't thought about communicating. Some things that happened recently reminded me that I think it is necessary to ask you face to face."

Fang Duzhi didn't raise his head, and tasted the full-flavored Jinzhou hot pot fish with his heart.

"Two years ago, at about this time, my father donated a sum of money to the Jiajin Bamboo and Silk Project. I think you must know about it."

Fang Duzhi paused his chopsticks: "I know."

"You should also know the number?"

"know."

"Then... where did the money go, do you know?"

Fang Duzhi was shocked.Putting down the chopsticks slowly: "Some of them are borrowed from the Fanxi Museum, and the others are basically used to buy materials. The money is divided into various sub-research groups. I really don't know how to spend it, unless I check the accounts."

"Then what if...someone comes to check the accounts?"

Fang Duzhi laughed: "Who is so bored to go through the old accounts of the projects that have been audited? If you want to go through the old accounts, you can go through them. It's just two years, things and people are all there, so it's hard to say."

Hong Xinyao took two bites of food: "Uncle Fang, to tell you the truth, I'm not worried about you, I'm worried about my dad."

"Oh?"

"As you know, a lot of things have happened recently. There are many people around me. For example, a classmate in our high school surnamed Wang went abroad suddenly; two days ago, Mr. Jiang saw Fang Minzhi's little Uncle Fang on TV, and he yelled. ...to change the sky." Mr. Jiang was one of the advisors introduced by Dean Fang to First Young Master Hong.

After Hong Xinyao said the word Biantian, he stared at Fang Duzhi.

Dean Fang said indifferently: "It's changing, it's all about the situation, isn't the sky still the same?" The topic changed, "How do you know Fang Minzhi?"

Hong Xinyao quickly replied: "Didn't Wei Deli be caught together with him at that time? I can fish out Wei Deli, but I can't fish him out."

Fang Duzhi spat: "You boy, why do you have to mess with everything?"

Young Master Hong frowned: "Uncle Fang, my dad is not you, he is a super stubborn brain. Apart from the gold and silk project, he also put a lot of money in other places. I am really afraid that he will fall into it. But he What has been decided, even nine cows can't pull it back."

Fang Duzhi groaned in his heart, and picked up another chopstick fish: "Then what are you going to do?"

"What else can I do? Everything else is fake, and it's serious to transfer the money away quickly. I've made a plan, all the land and real estate will be sold out, the collections of Zhenxintang will be sold as soon as possible, and all that can be transferred will be converted into cash ..."

"What about cash? Can you dig a vault for gold?"

"No, I'm going to exchange the cash for antiques. Anyway, the things are not in the country, and they will be stored outside after buying..."

Only this time did Fang Duzhi take a serious look at the twenty-year-old young master in front of him.