Arty Records

Fang Sishen bought several political, economic and current affairs newspapers and waited for the boss to give him money.Because of the frequent visits, the boss already recognized him, and chatted up while counting the money: "The south is dry and the north is flooded, God has completely fallen! It doesn't matter how many corrupt officials are arrested! See if there is one more, and it's time to start today." Version……"

"Thank you." After taking the change, Fang Sishen flipped through the headlines, crossed the road and entered the hospital.These were bought for his father. Fang Duzhi is more used to reading newspapers, unlike young people who are willing to surf the Internet.Browsing while walking, by the time I got out of the elevator to the door of the ward, I had almost read the main list.The Hejin Mine Disaster, which caused a lot of noise a few weeks ago, has disappeared in less than a month, and there is no clue to be found between the lines.The front page, excluding important people's movements, is a report of a high-ranking official who was sentenced for corruption.In the international edition, there was a news about the kidnapping of Xia Guo’s overseas students in Citi Country. Because it had nothing to do with him, Fang Sishen hurriedly scanned it and didn’t pay attention.

The strangers who came in and out from time to time in the past few days disappeared recently. Fang Sishen still overheard the nurses talking behind their backs, and only then did he know that it was the official personnel who came to investigate and monitor his father.After careful questioning, Principal Fang sent his son away with arrogance and arrogance.Fang Sishen didn't know whether to believe it, or how much to believe it.Seeing that the door was cold again, he was greatly relieved.

Fang Duzhi took the newspaper from his son, flipped through it casually while drinking tea, full of leisurely style.

"Dad, tell me, there is no news about the Hejin incident... why is there no news at all?" Suspenseful waiting is the most painful thing. Fang Sishen's mood is more anxious than a month ago, but he can only suppress himself, fearing that it will be unnecessary. His emotions were noticed by his father.

According to official media, in late July, an explosion occurred in the Hejin-Ujin mine in Jinzhou, causing a series of landslides and flooding accidents, and none of the buried miners survived.After that, however, the whole thing quickly became blurred in disparate accounts.The cause of the accident, the number of victims, rescue measures, and the investigation process... Various opinions emerged in any link.Even the official media often contradicts itself, not to mention the bizarre war of words on the Internet, which makes people confused.

Fang Sishen pays attention to it, but really doesn't understand what's going on.Fang Duzhi was also very concerned about the Hong family, and after following the news for a few days, he said: "It's hard to say now, we can only wait...we can't do our best, don't think too much, it shouldn't be a big deal." He put it aside.

But Fang Sishen couldn't be so chic, he swiped the webpage every day to follow.He didn't look at these current social events in his spare time, and couldn't help feeling very uncomfortable and holding his breath. He thought that so many lives were involved, and hoped that the aftermath could be dealt with safely.Unexpectedly, after a few months, it seemed to be a thing of the past, and I couldn't see a single piece of related content.

At this moment, Fang Duzhi listened to his son's question, and replied leisurely: "If there is no news, then it is suppressed. If there is a stalemate for a while, it will be over when all conditions are negotiated."

The investigation on the Jinbo project has also stopped a lot recently, and it has been a few days since Lazao came.Dean Fang made a comprehensive analysis and believed that in this stage of stalemate, the conservative faction's active defense strategy worked and had obvious advantages.So when you say this, your mind is relaxed and your tone is flat.

The undisguised snobbery and strong logic in his father's tone made Fang Sishen very uncomfortable.But this is really impossible. It has been so in the past, and it will be so in the future.At least knowing that Hong Xinyao should be safe, he felt relieved.

He no longer cares about this matter, and concentrates on the subject.After Hua Dingsong came back from Qingqiu Baishui, his mental state went from bad to worse, and he ran much more frequently in the nursing home than before, so he really couldn't spare too much energy.

On the first weekend of September, Liang Ruogu suddenly came to visit Dean Fang with a basket of flowers and fruits.

It is said that he is a young undergraduate student, no matter how good his grades are, he is not at the level of personal friendship with the dean.After listening to the conversation between him and his father, Fang Sishen found out that Liang Ruogu's scholarship to Price University was the latest project discussed by Dean Fang before the summer vacation.The first batch of students who have studied abroad in the past have been personally reviewed by the dean and have written a letter of recommendation.

After thanking him politely and sincerely, Liang Ruogu quickly left.Fang Sishen went out to see him off for his father. Liang Ruogu looked at him and asked, "Is Teacher Fang free? I'm leaving the day after tomorrow. I want to talk to you for a while."

This was an irresistible request, Fang Sishen followed him downstairs to an elegant and quiet cafe near the hospital.He went in and out of the hospital countless times, and he didn't notice such a place next to him.Liang Ruogu ordered coffee very skillfully, Fang Sishen looked through the drink list from beginning to end, and ordered a cup of original milk tea.

"Go over there and continue? How long?"

"It's a 2+2 project, go directly to the third grade over there."

It is not easy to keep up with the course progress in this kind of study abroad mode, Fang Sishen encouraged: "Then we have to work harder."

Liang Ruogu smiled: "Probably it will be more difficult, but the money is generous, so you don't have to go out to hire black workers."

"Are you going to continue your studies after reading or come back?"

"Of course I have to come back, my mother is still waiting for me."

Fang Sishen hesitated for a moment, but did not mention Wei Deli's name.He still had a fresh memory of Liang Ruogu's ability to analyze in detail, so it's better to skip the matchmaking.

The two chatted a few words casually, Liang Ruogu asked abruptly: "School has started, Jin Tu didn't come back to class, right?"

Fang Sishen was taken aback for a moment, and couldn't help but look worried: "I don't know. Probably not."

Liang Ruogu was silent for a while, and said in a low voice: "Something happened to Wang Wei over there. It's so far away, and they are still on other people's territory. They dare to do anything, let alone in the country. You must be careful." Don’t get involved in the matter of gold and soil. Some people in their circle have ways to deal with it. Have you ever seen the city gate so easily burned? It’s the fish in the pond that accidentally dried up.”

Fang Sishen felt that Wang Wei's name sounded familiar, and it took him a long time to remember that he had seen it before.At the same time, he was entertained by Liang Ruogu and drank tea in Qionglin Academy. Afterwards, Hong Xinyao made a special introduction.After pondering for a while, I realized the relationship between the parties and what the other party was talking about.

"Wang Wei is in Citigroup now? What happened, is it serious?"

"Well, I was kidnapped, but I was rescued in time, and I suffered a little injury, which is not serious."

Fang Sishen thought for a while, and asked tentatively, "Then... you also went there to see him?"

Liang Ruogu scoffed: "I went to study abroad seriously, what does it have to do with him?"

Even someone like Fang Sishen, who can't turn a corner, could hear the awkwardness in his words and stared at him.

Liang Ruogu's face flushed a little: "In short, you just stay here honestly, don't worry about it. I haven't finished packing my luggage, so I'm going back first."

Fang Sishen paid the bill and chased him out: "Thank you for telling me this today, I wish you all the best!"

Liang Ruogu waved his hand and left.Fang Sishen looked at his back, suddenly envious and admired.When I turned around, there was a sense of desolation and loneliness. The cars around me were passing by, and the sun was scorching above my head, which couldn't dilute it in the slightest.

Still attend classes, do projects, visit teachers, accompany father as usual... Life seems to be the same.However, he himself knew that under the frozen river, the undercurrent was already surging, and under the cold surface, the permafrost was quietly melting.It's just that he can't do anything, and the accumulated thoughts day after day always feel a pain somewhere in his chest.After careful consideration, he concluded that this was called longing.

As long as you have a little leisure time, there will be an illusioned figure that will disturb your hearing and sight.Those straightforward, affectionate, rude, gentle, cunning, sincere, helpless, uncontrollable... All kinds of voices and expressions remind him of the overwhelming presence of someone who was once so powerful.

Fang Duzhi knew that Hua Dingsong was dying, so he didn't care about his son always running to the nursing home.Seeing that he is always a little unhappy, there is no way to explain it, so he has to focus on his diet and daily life.Fang Sishen accompanied the teacher, and was often comforted by the old man, feeling ashamed and sad, and devoted himself more and more to the progress of the project, and lived in the school for a few days a week.I have recently developed a habit. When I return to the dormitory from the library at night, I will go around a little bit, pass by the new undergraduate building, and look up.It was also based on this that he concluded that Hong Xinyao did not return to school.

The students who taught last year have been promoted to juniors and no longer take his class.There were also many new faces in the research group, only a few insisted on staying, so it was rare to hear gossip about Young Master Hong.After asking students in the same class twice, Fang Sishen stopped asking, and it was even more far-fetched than online gossip.

One day, I suddenly saw an extra window on the top floor, and I was suddenly excited.He knew Hong Xinyao's dormitory number, but he had never been there.Set your mind and count carefully, it should be right.After standing for a while, he slowly left.It doesn't have to be the person who came, even if it was the person... Fang Sishen took out his phone to check.The newly bought mid-to-low-end practical model, but the number is still the one he gave.Since he didn't contact him, it meant it wasn't the right time.

Fang Sishen is aware of her own shortcomings, and always respects the opinions of those around her when it comes to practical affairs, unless it involves principled positions.Although I was very upset, I didn't do anything and went straight back to the dormitory.Sitting in front of the computer and typing a few words, I stood up abruptly, put on my sneakers and went for a run.

Come out early, the campus is very lively.Those who study at night, those who eat supper, those who go on a date, come and go.Going to the playground, there are fewer talents.I don't know if it's because I haven't exercised for a long time, or because I'm too tired recently. After running a few laps, my steps feel heavy.Slowing down, as if deliberately procrastinating, and as if looking forward to it, kept going around in circles on the playground.I didn't rest on the parallel bars until my whole body was soaked and I couldn't lift my legs.

Going back step by step, I always feel something is wrong.Suddenly remembered, I didn't hear the "Yasha King" scolding today.The night in early autumn is not too cold. Looking back, the wind blows from the woods, blowing over the sweaty forehead and neck, which is cool and comfortable.However, the thick black night in the depths of the branches and leaves is like an unfathomable black hole, which is frightening.

One day later, seeing the third-year students in the research group, Fang Sishen couldn't help asking, "Has Hong Xinyao returned to school?"

"Come back, the day before yesterday's 'Xiejian' class seems to be called by himself, but he just showed his face, turned around and disappeared."

The theory of building a harmonious society is abbreviated by the students as Xiejian (Xiejian), and Fang Sishen knows it.

"What is Mr. Fang looking for from the Second Artillery? Does he have any project materials?" Hong Xinyao had a heated fight with these people when he was here, but it was just a friendship.Without contact, the relationship will naturally weaken.Rumors of an accident in the Hong family spread for a while, but now that Young Master Hong has returned, and he is still as arrogant as before, no one really cares about what happened.

Fang Sishen shook his head, he had a ready-made reason in his hand: "I want to inform him to take the make-up exam."

The make-up exam for the Chinese Academy is scheduled for the end of September, and Fang Sishen has received a notice from the Academic Affairs Office to hand in the test papers and fill out the list.

"Then you might as well give him a call. As for his three-day fishing and two-day netting, where can he find someone?"

"Okay, thank you."

Having said that, the phone was delayed.

Two days later, I went to the Office of Academic Affairs to fill in the form and receive the make-up exam arrangement.According to the usual practice, the list of make-up exams will be sorted out by the Office of Academic Affairs and notified to everyone.But in fact, who should take the test and who should not take the test is already clear at the end of last semester. Teachers and students know it well, and some teachers especially like to notify students individually.Fang Sishen's method is to send an email to the students after the final grades come out, reminding them to review during the holidays.

In view of this, the Academic Affairs Office will inevitably slack off and save this work.When Fang Sishen asked, the teacher was very unhappy: "I don't care if I fail the exam, what kind of book did I study? There are so many people, and every subject is called one by one. Are we still doing business?" Already changed to an operator..." The visitor was only a postdoctoral fellow, without even a minimum professional title, and the lesson was very hearty.

Seeing Fang Sishen accepting it silently for a long time, he probably realized his conscience, and softened his attitude: "There is a phone outside, you can use it if you want. Strict teachers produce high-level apprentices, and students are spoiled by good gentlemen like you..."

When Fang Sishen heard her words, his heart suddenly brightened as if a window had opened.He happily thanked him, went to the outside room with the make-up exam list in hand, and when he called the first student, he made two mistakes in a row.

Hong Xinyao stayed at the last one, dialed out the familiar number, followed by a blind voice, and the other end finally picked up: "Hello, who is it?"

Because he was too nervous, his throat seemed to be tied, and Fang Sishen couldn't utter the first word.

The voice over there was a little louder: "Hello? Who is that?" Extremely serious and polite, with a hint of temptation.

This kind of Hong Xinyao made him feel strange, so he couldn't help but paused, before he opened his mouth and said, "This is the Academic Affairs Office of the National Academy of Capital University, please." After a pause, "Excuse me, is this Hong Xinyao's classmate?"

No words were spoken there.The breath gradually synchronized in the microphone, and he heard him say: "I am. What's the matter?"

"September 9 at 30:201 p.m., there will be a make-up examination of phonology and exegesis at 'Xueerlou' [-]. Please attend on time."

"Okay." After a while, he asked, "Do you want to bring anything?"

"Please bring your student ID card and related stationery."

"Okay, thank you."

Fang Sishen let out a sigh of relief, and was about to put down the phone when he heard an urgent question from the other side: "I don't know who the invigilator is?"

"The number of make-up exams is less than [-], and the exam will be supervised by the teacher of this course."

"Ah, good, thank you!"

After teaching for several years, Fang Sishen was looking forward to making up the exam for the first time.On the night before the exam, I suddenly remembered that he must have not reviewed it, and I was afraid he would fail the exam at all.There was a flash of wavering in my heart, and then I was relieved: I still have one more chance before graduation, but I really can't make it through, so let him retake the course, anyway, it won't hurt me to study one more round anyway.Someone appeared in front of him begging for nothing, laughing at the test paper alone.

The next afternoon, Fang Sishen came to the examination room on time. 201 is a small classroom, because there are no more than eight students for the re-examination of phonology and exegesis.However, this ratio is quite high in the National Academy of Sciences. Subjects such as Introduction to Literature and Contemporary Classics are 100% passed.When I arrived at the door, I heard someone talking and laughing loudly inside: "If you are a brother, please cover your brother. After the exam, I will treat you!"

When Fang Sishen appeared, those students gloated at First Young Master Hong.

"Fang, Teacher Fang," Hong Xinyao was taken aback for a moment, and then salivated and leaned over, "You didn't hear anything, did you?"

It was just this raising of eyebrows and eye movements that made the whole world relaxed.

As if being in front of someone in the past, Fang Sishen put his hands behind his back: "What should I hear?"

"Hey... we were joking just now," Hong Xinyao picked up his schoolbag and sat in the corner, "Look, I'm just nesting here, and no one can touch me, isn't that innocent enough?"

The other students also laughed and found their seats and sat down, chanting and reciting 5 minutes before the exam.The bell rang, the test papers were handed out, and only the sound of "brushing" and writing was left in the classroom.

All the anxieties, anxieties, thoughts and longings before, when I really saw people, noisy and hot, alive and kicking in front of my eyes, suddenly disappeared, and I even didn't know why those heavy worries came.

Fang Sishen stood in front and quietly looked at Hong Xinyao.I thought he was going to sit dryly for two hours, but unexpectedly he was writing furiously.She has become noticeably thinner, and her facial features are somewhat sharper for no reason, making her look more mature.At this moment, he was sitting there quietly answering the questions, putting away his pretending to be silly and being obedient and laughing, his composure was full of arrogance and domineering that could not be ignored, and there was no trace of melancholy.

There is a kind of person who is born with a spring, the harder you press, the greater the rebound force, so there is really no need for others to worry about it.

Hong Xinyao seemed to sense something, and suddenly raised his head.After staring at each other for a moment, he waved to the person on the podium.He sat in the farthest corner, and no one could see him except Fang Sishen.

Fang Sishen raised his legs and walked forward, took two steps, realized something, walked around from another row of seats, lowered his head and pretended to check the students' answering status, but actually saw nothing, and walked slowly to the corner seat.

Hong Xinyao stretched out his arm from under the table and grabbed the hand hanging by the side.Intertwined with the fingers little by little, and gradually wrapped them all in the palm of the hand, kneading and kneading.It's just this simple movement, which seems to contain indescribable tenderness and affection, thick and suffocating.Fang Sishen felt that his left hand was getting tighter and hotter, the fingers and palms were slippery and sticky, and even his breathing became a little unsteady.

Suddenly sober, he squeezed his hand back hard, pulled out his hand firmly, and then walked to the podium without looking back, and sat on the chair.

For the teacher, the proctoring time is the most difficult time, but Fang Sishen felt that this one was unusually fast.Remind the students that there is still 15 minutes to hand in the papers, and make the last round of inspection as usual.Hong Xinyao raised his hand, so he had no choice but to walk over: "What's the problem?"

Hong Dashao pointed to the scroll: "I can't write any more."

Fang Sishen looked down and saw that the final essay questions were written densely, but unfortunately the words were too large and squeezed to the very edge.

"Just write it on the back, just mark the title number clearly."

"Oh."

Fang Sishen was about to leave, when he suddenly spread his left hand, with words written all over his palm:

"Don't worry, I haven't forgotten any of the ones you asked me to recite before, and I can definitely pass. Don't call me, there is a monitor. They didn't take me seriously, so I can come back to class. My dad hasn't put it home yet. I have to work hard. This, I’ll tell you when it’s done. You’ve lost a lot of weight, so you need to eat more and sleep well.”

After reading it, Fang Sishen's nose was slightly sore, and she nodded slightly at him.Seeing young master Hong spit into the palm of his hand, rubbing against his trouser legs, the handwriting disappeared immediately.

Fang Sishen stared blankly, inexplicably thinking that if he really wanted to cheat, he might not be able to catch him.