Arty Records

On the main bulletin board at the entrance of the office area of ​​the National Academy of Peking University, an obituary notice occupies nearly half of the area, which is so eye-catching that teachers and students passing by will stop involuntarily to see what is going on.Someone read it casually: "Comrade Hua Dingsong, a famous paleographer, an expert in the evolution of Xia characters, a scholar of outstanding national contributions, a senior professor, and a party member, passed away on November [-] due to illness and medical treatment..."

Standing far away, Fang Sishen saw black strokes criss-crossing on the white paper over the pile of human heads, as if countless ravines had been cracked on the dry land, and nine days of water could not be filled to fill them up.

The crowd gradually dispersed before he walked over step by step.

The teacher's death made him understand death more than ever.When he experienced the death of his parents when he was young, because he had too much space and ample time to buffer him for his imagination, death was like a misty cloud in the sky or a hazy dream at night.But in today's complex reality, once death happens, countless people can't wait to jump out to remind you to take care of your funeral and urge you to recognize the boundary between life and death.In this process, the sadness was crushed and trampled so quickly that it didn't have time to condense into tears.

Fang Sishen stood in front of the bulletin board.As far as this piece of paper is concerned, Hua Dingsong's death was much more grand than Ye Suining's in both content and form.

This obituary was written and posted by Fang Sishen himself.At that time, the staff of the hospital office argued for a long time about the title of the deceased, and made several phone calls to ask the leaders for instructions.Fang Sishen was confused at first, but they regained his senses and questioned the word "party member".

Just when the party affairs were done and the teacher was not present, he sneered and said, "Hua Dading is a veteran party member with more than 30 years of party experience, and he has never retired, why not?"

Fang Sishen was puzzled: "I have never paid the party dues for the teacher..."

The person from the hospital office answered: "Now it is directly deducted from the salary. Party members are good, and many procedures are much more convenient." Copying out a large white paper, "This is a senior professor with a title, use the folio, Last week, Ye Suining was an ordinary professor, so he could only use the four-way model."

As he spoke, he pulled a piece of official paper to make a draft.Fang Sishen saw that he could only write simplified characters, and tried to say: "You drafted the manuscript, shall I copy it?"

"Why not? It's only natural for students to write for the teacher." The draft was drafted quickly without asking for his opinion. "Write it on the big table over there, and post it on the bulletin board facing the hall."

Fang Sishen took the brush and ink, and wrote stroke by stroke like copying bamboo slips and silk scripts.There is not much artistic value of calligraphy, but the merit is that it is dignified and square, with a similar effect to sculpture.

The few onlookers praised the two good words as if they were the occasion, but Fang Sishen turned a deaf ear to them, and just played back the words that the teacher held his hand and said over and over again in his heart when he was dying: "Be tougher. People should be tougher when they are alive..."

After posting the obituary, I went back to consult the teachers of the school for other matters.The first three members of the Huadingsong Funeral Committee are the dean, the vice-president in charge of ancient Xia language research, the director of the school office, and then the teacher Xing and Fang Sishen himself.

"Xiao Fang, according to Hua Lao's level, there is no doubt that he will enter the Xishan Cemetery. The memorial service will be held in the Songbai Hall of the East Auditorium, and many senior professors used to be in this place. You know, although the funeral expenses are fully reimbursed, But the amount stipulated by the above has remained unchanged for many years, and now at most it can afford a few basic expenses. Generally, family members will subsidize a little more in order to run a little more decently. It’s a wish to add more or less..." After finishing , looking at Fang Sishen with sincere anticipation.

"But... the teacher himself wanted to keep everything simple and not even hold a memorial service. It was Dean Huang who said..."

How could it be possible for Hua Dingsong to embarrass his little disciple with trivial matters behind him.As early as the Mid-Autumn Festival, the Chinese Academy sent people to visit him, expressing this wish.But let go, it doesn't count after all.

"You don't even hold a memorial service, what are you talking about? You have also heard Dean Huang's instructions. Mr. Hua is a Taishan Beidou-level old professor of ancient Xia language in the courtyard, and he doesn't even give people a chance to commemorate and mourn. What do outsiders think of us? It’s just about the cost. The memorial service will be arranged after the first seven days. The rent for these days alone is [-] a day. Fortunately, it’s not summer, otherwise the rent for freezers will be doubled at least. I don’t know what the price will be for the cremation and the urn. Of course, these are basic items, so I can definitely pay for them, but Songbaitang charges by the hour. What’s more, what kind of coffin will be used, what flowers will be placed, and the money will be different. It's a big difference. Didn't you help him manage his personal accounts all the time? It's not like he has no savings at all. "

Fang Sishen really didn't like the content and tone of his words, but he still explained: "The teacher has a little savings, but he has already explained where he will go, so he dare not use it."

"Hua Ding Song has no relatives or reason, so where can he go?"

Fang Sishen looked at him squarely: "Although the teacher has no relatives, there are quite a few old friends. That little savings has been agreed, and it will be used to support a few old friends who are living in difficulties."

The other party looked stunned.After a long while, he doubted the letter and said: "Is that so...then I will ask the leaders of the courtyard..."

Fang Sishen stood in front of the obituary he had written by himself, feeling in a daze that the teacher had not been declared dead by the doctor, but had ended his life by the paper in front of him.

There were still three days before the memorial service, and he had a lot of things to do about the funeral arrangements, but he suddenly felt a strong grief, and walked mechanically to Hua Dingsong's office.

Unexpectedly, there were actually two students working inside.From the teacher's critical illness to his death, Fang Sishen hadn't done much research on the subject for almost a month.After the students greeted him and talked about the progress, they asked about Hua Lao's memorial service.Although they all knew that this subject belonged to Professor Hua Dingsong, in fact, these students had never even met the old man, so of course they had no relationship and were not affected by it.It's just that he still made it clear that he will definitely see Hua Lao off on the day of the memorial service.

Immediately afterwards, a student said: "Mr. Fang, two second-year students came over yesterday and asked when we would move. They said that the courtyard of this house was allocated to Professor Chu Feng as an office. I don't know if it is true."

Fang Sishen was shocked: "What?!"

Chu Feng is the professor of Gu Xiayu from the National College of Jingshi University who showed his sharpness in his graduation thesis defense meeting.

Another student said: "Did they make a mistake? This place is not only Hua Lao's office, but also the base of our research group. How could they just move? Besides, they don't have any proof. I think it's just talking nonsense. "

Fang Sishen stood for a while, and said, "I'll ask." He walked to the door in a daze, remembered something, turned around and told the students, "If anyone comes again, don't bother, and notify me immediately."

The office building is a post-modern style building. The entire Guoyuan office area is U-shaped, and the leaders are upstairs on the other side.Fang Sishen inevitably passed the obituary again, stopped and thought about it.

The teacher said: "Take it harder. You have to be tough when you are alive."

He is not inexperienced in human affairs, and he knows very well in his heart that the information revealed by those two students is likely to be true.Even, it's just the beginning.

It suddenly occurred to me that if it was the teacher himself, what would he do in the face of this situation?

He must be waving his crutches, scolding and beating up the little brat in his mind... Thinking of this, he unexpectedly smiled.

After finding the dean's office, the secretary said, "President Huang is in a meeting. If you have any questions, I can pass them on."

"I don't know when the meeting will end?"

"It's hard to say... Half an hour if it's fast, or two or three hours if it's slow, this will be over, and there will be inspection work right after..." The secretary said a few words, and came out in a perfunctory and procrastinating tone. up.

"Thank you." Fang Sishen turned and left.The secretary thought he was going to leave, but when he saw that he was heading into the corridor in the opposite direction, he chased after him and called, "Hey! Where are you going? What are you doing?"

The conference rooms of the National Academy are all at the end of this corridor.Fang Sishen took a few quick steps, knocked on the doors one by one twice and pushed them open. He knocked on the third room, and sure enough, a group of leaders were sitting around a luxurious round table.

"Dean Huang," he took a deep breath, "Can I delay you for a few minutes?"

The leaders were surprised by the accident, and their expressions were a little dull.At this time, the secretary caught up, panting to drag Fang Sishen: "Why are you so ignorant of the rules? Go quickly, don't interfere with the leadership work!"

Fang Sishen grabbed the door frame and did not let go.The secretary couldn't drag him for a while, and it didn't look good to pull him, so he was deadlocked waiting for the leader's instructions.

Huang Yinyu showed a kind smile: "Ah, yes, it's Xiaofang, right? Is it very urgent? If it's not very urgent, look at this, I'm halfway through this, can you please wait in my office for a while?" Because Hua Dingsong passed away, and Fang Sishen had recently had direct contact with the dean, so he still recognized him.

Fang Sishen was a little embarrassed.He knew that these people treated others, made gestures, talked nonsense, and didn't use drafts at all.But if you really insist, things might get worse.

Huang Yinyu was afraid that Hua Dading's students would go crazy and have a temper with the dead old man, so he comforted the old man with gentle words: "Don't worry, no matter what it is, you must do what you want. You have to trust the organization. It will be over soon on my side. Wait a minute, huh?"

Fang Sishen looked at him for a while, nodded, exited silently, closed the door behind him, and went back to the small living room outside the dean's office to wait.The secretary was very upset, but because of Huang Yinyu's last attitude, he didn't dare to get angry, and went about his own business with a cold face.

After almost an hour, the meeting was finally over, and Fang Sishen was received by the dean as scheduled.

"Dean, I'm sorry to cause you trouble. I came to you today because I heard that the school is going to take back Teacher Hua's office, which is the research room of our subject, and assign it to other professors."

Huang Yinyu was startled for a moment, and then said slowly, "I heard? Who did you listen to? Xiao Fang, it's not good to hear and spread rumors."

"Professor Chu Feng's two masters came to the research group to talk."

Huang Yinyu scolded the impatient idiot in his heart.Since Chu Feng was evaluated as a senior, according to the regulations, he should be equipped with an independent office. Because of the tight space in the courtyard, he has been crowded in the collective teaching and research room, and has been arguing about this for a long time.Some time ago, Dean Huang was given a headache by the trouble, and he felt that Hua Dading would not live long anyway, so he agreed to him without much thought.Just saying that casually, the person surnamed Chu couldn't wait to come to chase him away.Originally, it was really allotted to him, and it was nothing, but I just got some new news recently, and things need to be more cautious.

Squeezing out a face of helplessness: "Cough! This Chu Feng is really... He has been rated as a senior for so long, and the courtyard really needs to allocate an office for him, but the specific one has not been discussed yet, but it will not affect Hua in any case. The old one. You can rest assured and take care of the research group. Although this project is under the name of Mr. Hua, no one knows that you are his successor, and you have always been in charge. Write a report and send it to the Academic Affairs Office. It's up to you to officially take over. After completing this project, you should almost be eligible to apply for a title."

Huang Yinyu's eyes were full of earnest concern: "Young people, work hard, and don't let down the hard work and expectations of the old man."

Fang Sishen was stunned.Unexpectedly, the meaning of a few words changed sharply, like a pie falling from the sky.

Na Na said: "Thank you, Dean, I will definitely finish the project seriously."

Huang Yinyu only thought that he was flattered, and continued: "The specifications of Hua Lao's funeral should not be too shabby. In terms of expenses, the hospital has already studied and decided to give corresponding subsidies. You will never be asked to use the old man's personal savings. In short, any What we can do, we must do our best to let the old man go with peace of mind. It's just..."

Huang Yinyu stopped.Fang Sishen saw that he deliberately put on a hesitant and sad look, and suddenly felt relieved.Sure enough, there is no such thing as a pie in the sky.

"It's just that the house in Xiaobailou is the public house of the school. When the person is gone, it should be returned to the public house. Not to mention the house, a famous scholar like Hua Lao is the wealth of the country and the nation. Everything he owns It belongs to the country, and it is the country that gave him honor and status. Mr. Hua himself has always understood righteousness, and has deep feelings for the party, the country, and the people. He has also personally stated that he will donate all his belongings to the country after a hundred years. to make the most of the…”

Fang Sishen was shocked, it turned out that they had this idea!

Force yourself to be calm: "May I ask the dean, when did the teacher say such a thing?"

"The office of the Mid-Autumn Festival went to visit Elder Hua in the nursing home. The old man said it himself. There may be discrepancies in the original words, but the meaning is unmistakable."

"However, after the Mid-Autumn Festival," Fang Sishen clenched his fists, "The teacher gave me a handwritten will. I will be responsible for all funeral affairs, and all personal property... will be inherited by me."

"Oh," Huang Yinyu looked at him, "this is not contradictory. As I said just now, we don't move a single cent of Mr. Hua's savings, and they all belong to you. As for the things in Xiaobailou and the office here, what do you think? How much private property can you have? Which one is not purchased with research funds from the state? If the state has not given the opportunity, honor and status, where did the private property come from? Young people, just doing research is not enough, you must understand the truth , you need to be a bit selfless. You have both ability and political integrity. Virtue comes first after all. You still have a long way to go in the future. If you take care of it, your future is limitless..."

Fang Sishen stared at the other's opening and closing mouth, feeling numb for a while.Even though he knew that people could be so shameless, and saw it face to face again, he was still amazed at how people could be so shameless.

But he can't help it.He couldn't explain the reason, and he couldn't explain the other party either.What about the teacher's funeral?Do you want to quarrel over the inheritance when the bones are not cold?

Huang Yinyu worked hard to mobilize for a long time, and was about to give another round of kindness and power. Fang Sishen said: "All the books and written materials of the teacher should be donated to the college library. I have no objection, but I hope to select some manuscripts for preservation. Wenwan calligraphy and painting and daily necessities are also available. I want to keep two as souvenirs. In addition, the teacher personally told me to let my brother Hao Yi choose some souvenirs."

Huang Yinyu hurriedly said: "This is no problem."

Fang Sishen thought, since this is the case, then, as the other party said, try to play the greatest role.

"Also, in addition to the things donated to the library, I request to open a special collection exhibition in the school history museum."

"Okay, that's a good idea, very good."

"In addition, I have to participate in the work of sorting out the relics."

"Of course, of course."

Fang Sishen got off the bus exhausted, and walked home at a slower speed than usual, as if he couldn't drag his feet.A car parked beside him, Fang Duzhi opened the door: "Xiao Si."

"dad?"

"Come back from the outside, I'm going to go directly downstairs, I just saw you, it's good to take a walk together." Said and waved to the driver.

Since returning from the last "meeting", Dean Fang has had an extra full-time driver.

The driver poked his head out: "Dean, we're all here. The two of you come up together, and I'll send it downstairs."

Fang Duzhi smiled: "Pull my son up, it's a bus for private use, not good."

The driver also laughed, followed slowly, entered the campus, honked his horn, and went to the dedicated garage.

When the father and son arrived home, Fang Sishen talked a little bit about what happened to Huang Yinyu today, and Fang Du slapped the desk with one hand.

"Shameless, you are too deceitful! An old man surnamed Huang can do such a thing as cutting off children and grandchildren and killing people's conscience!"

Fang Sishen had never seen his father yell at him so disregarding his demeanor, and hurriedly helped him up: "Dad, don't be angry, don't be angry, getting angry will hurt your body, it's not worth it."

Fang Duzhi also knew that he couldn't let himself get sick, so he sat down and rested for a while, before he said, "Huang Yinyu is an old bastard, double-faced, insidious and despicable. He was the one who took Hong Yaoge's money and used ink books and Chubo as a cover. Why did you check?" Come and check, all the checks are other people, what's wrong with him? Hua Dading hasn't exhausted his anger yet, so he openly bullied him, if it wasn't for me..."

If Dean Fang hadn't been too busy taking care of himself, how could he have allowed his son to be bullied like this.

Seeing that his father was getting angry again, Fang Sishen had no choice but to comfort him: "Father, it's really nothing. The teacher's book collection was originally suggested to be donated to the library. As for other things, it would be good to put them on display in the school history museum."

Fang Duzhi looked at him with hatred: "You! You really... have been with Hua Dading for so long for nothing! Why did he give you a will? Why did he give you everything? He just didn't want to give those people a chance to interfere. !Once Huang Yinyu intervenes, do you think there is still room for you to comment? Do you think you will be able to see things and think about people in the bullshit school history museum in the future? You are still too naive..."

"What now?"

"What should I do? You have a notarized autograph in your hand, which is the most legally binding document. Keep the original, make a few extra copies, present a copy to the relevant people, and post a copy in your office building Next to the obituary. If he dares to move, Huang Yinyu will meet him directly in court. This is to grab the word 'reasonable'. In addition, find someone to remove everything as soon as possible. After all, the house is not private property, and they have an excuse to take it back at any time."

Fang Duzhi suppressed his response: "Dad can't help you with this matter. You are in school, aren't you... not a student with a good relationship? Find some reliable people to help, even if you rent a place outside temporarily, first put the Things have all moved, and that's what matters."

Fang Sishen was dazed and bitter when he heard it.

Before the memorial service is held, you have to go grab something, how can you do it?

Maybe, if someone is here, whether it's the memorial service or the robbery, they can do it thoughtfully and properly, so that the teacher can really rest in peace...