Arty Records

The day before Hua Dingsong's memorial service, Hao Yi arrived in Kyoto and stayed at the International Hall Hotel of Jingshi University.

The down-and-out doctor of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, who once set an unprecedented five-year academic record, met a business card: Senior Professor and Deputy Head of the Chinese Studies Department of Liangzhou Yumen Academy, nodded and smiled: "Remote areas, small families. Don't blame willows, But ask for a spring breeze."

The people who received the business card were all amused by him, and then they said bitterly: "Oh, congratulations, the deputy head of the department, the senior professor, and the promotion is really fast. In the end, the local staff is loose and there are many opportunities. Staying in Beijing until your hair turns gray is not as high as your rank..."

When meeting Fang Sishen alone at night, Hao Yi habitually presented his business card first, then his expression froze: "Junior Brother, don't laugh at Senior Brother."

Fang Sishen put the business card in his pocket: "How come? The teacher must be very pleased to know that the brother is doing well."

Hao Yi smiled: "You don't know the teacher's temper, maybe he will hurt my unworthy disciple like that!" As he spoke, the smile was still on his face, but his eyes slowly turned red.

Fang Sishen has really dealt with Hao Yi, but it was only a semester, so he is not very familiar with him.It's just because of Hua Dingsong's relationship that the trust between the brothers and sisters is quite high.Hao Yi has been in Yumen Academy for four years, rising all the way from an ordinary lecturer to his current position. Although he has the advantage of being a small Bodhisattva in the temple, the twists and turns that are not humane, have already transformed this down-and-out scholar. Fan.

However, Fang Sishen is not someone else.More importantly, Fang Sishen has no conflict of interest with his current situation.The masks they used to wear were unknowingly removed, and the two told each other about their farewell situation, and recalled the demeanor of their mentor together, sincerely and sincerely.When Fang Sishen heard Hao Yi's question, he told the teacher about the end of the day, everything that could be said.What happened in the past few days was also explained to the senior brother one by one.

Hao Yi pounded the bed boards loudly, swearing several times, but finally asked, "Are you a postdoctoral fellow planning to settle down in Beijing Normal University?"

Fang Sishen thought of his father's recent situation, and originally agreed to transfer to the Humanities College as soon as the subject at hand was over, but now it seems that the future is uncertain.Shaking his head slightly: "It's hard to say."

Hao Yi sighed: "Senior brother, to tell you the truth, I couldn't stay at the beginning. Anyone who could stay, who would want to leave? Since you have already stayed, there is absolutely no reason to ruin your future. People are under the eaves, bow their heads It's easy to do things, so take a step back. The teacher has been free and unrestrained all his life. He has never valued things outside of himself. In the future, as long as you are still in the National Academy for a day, you will not have a good life, and you will not be guilty."

Put yourself in these few words, sophisticated and thorough.Fang Sishen was greatly surprised, and then very moved.Suddenly he remembered the idea his father gave him, but he didn't leave any way out. Could it be that he wasn't worried that his son would have a hard time under Huang Yinyu's command?Or……

Perhaps the actual situation of Dean Fang may not be as embarrassing as he has shown at certain moments.Or, in Dean Fang's heart, he wished that his son would quickly fall out with Jingshi University so that he could return to the protection of his wings.

Fang Sishen rubbed his forehead.Sure enough, I was surrounded by smart people, and the frequency and intensity of brainstorming were forced to increase by an unknown number of levels.

It seemed that no matter what he did, it was not a plan he could approve of.But these are actually not important right now, the most important thing is to send the teacher off for the last time tomorrow.Before, he was the only one who took care of the affairs independently, but now that the senior brother came, even though he couldn't really help him, he seemed to have support.

I was about to discuss the details of tomorrow's memorial service with Hao Yi, but I heard him say: "I think I was desperate at the beginning, the teacher was chivalrous, and he didn't dislike my stupidity and recklessness, so I took him under my door. I said that I have studied for five years, but I also know in my heart. Qualifications, limited progress, wasting a lot of time and energy of the old man, and often thinking about it, I often feel guilty. Fortunately, you have inherited the mantle, Junior Brother Fang, and there will be no successors in the teacher's academic field. In the teacher's mind, things are probably nothing. It is fundamental to carry forward knowledge. Looking at Daxia, where is there a higher and bigger platform for you to display than Jingshi University National Academy? The future will be long, and you will be alone in the future. Where can you not go? Now that you have just started, even if there are many disappointments, Bear with it for now. It's just that it's inevitable that someone will gossip and trade the teacher's things for their own future——

Hao Yi smiled: "How do you know that this is not in the hands of the old man?"

Perhaps a bystander can see that Hao Yi is outside the ownership of the inheritance, has rich experience in dealing with the world, and is willing to consider Fang Sishen sincerely, clearing up the fog for him at once and grasping the essential problem.

Fang Sishen's heart trembled: "What brother said is true, I understand."

November 61th, 26st year of the Republic of China, October [-]th of the lunar calendar, the year is Xinmao, and the sun is shining.

In the Songbai Hall of the East Auditorium of the Funeral Home of Xishan Cemetery in Beijing, a memorial service for Hua Dingsong, a famous professor of the School of Chinese Studies of Beijing Normal University, is being held.Because the hospital officially released the news in advance, for various reasons, nearly a thousand teachers and students related to this hospital, professionals from other colleges, and professor Hua who had acquaintances before his death, came one after another for various reasons. The deserted scene in front of the hospital bed is in stark contrast.Not only did the leaders of the Chinese Academy of Sciences speak, but even Shi Zhongqi, the president of Jingshi University, showed his face.

At the entrance of the Songbai Hall, there are piles of wreaths presented by all parties, and a pair of elegiac couplets on both sides of the gate hang from the ceiling to the ground:

When the age is cold, then the pines and cypresses will wither;

The landslide is here and the tripod is full of tears! This is my husband!

The characters embroidered with silver thread on black satin surface are solemn and elegant, and the two sentences are even more appropriate and delicate.This pair of couplets was sent by the Institute of Ancient Xia Languages ​​of the School of Humanities early in the morning.The praise from the opponent is of course more face-saving than the praise from one's own people, so Mr. Xing, who is in charge of the funeral at the hospital, immediately asked the leadership to change the original couplet.

Fang Duzhi, the dean of the School of Humanities, even came to the scene in person. Because of his busy schedule, he only bowed three times before leaving in a hurry.Fang Sishen and Hao Yi stood in front and bowed in return.Although he didn't say a word, Fang Sishen knew that his father was using this method to comfort and support him.

Near noon, the number of condolence guests gradually decreased, and two ladies walked in holding plain flowers.Both of them are not young, but their appearance and temperament are both high-quality and outstanding. The onlookers guessed that they were some old friends of Professor Hua during his lifetime.They put down the flowers silently, bowed, and then walked to the relatives who answered the gift.

Fang Sishen raised his head slowly.I kept bending over this morning, coupled with my sad mood, I was already in a trance until now.After blinking her eyes, she realized that standing in front of her was Mrs. Qiu and her good friend, Ms. He, whom she only met a few times.

Aunt Qiu looked at him with a worried look on her face: "Xiao Fang, please express my condolences. The deceased is dead, you have to take good care of yourself."

Fang Sishen never expected these two people to appear, he was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Thank you." In a hurry, it seemed that countless thoughts gushed out, crowding his mind, he couldn't say anything, his eyes were full of melancholy and dazed. looking at each other.

He didn't know that his appearance was enough to stir up the softest maternal feelings in the ladies' hearts.

Aunt Qiu secretly sighed, and said softly: "Everything is fine at home, so don't worry about it. Although the old man can't walk around at will, there is nothing wrong with his health, and he should get better soon."

He nodded to Hao Yi who was next to him, turned around to leave, stopped again, and patted Fang Sishen on the shoulder: "Take care of yourself." Then he left with his friend in a dignified manner.

Hao Yi asked softly, "Who are these two?"

Fang Sishen was still engrossed in Mrs. Qiu's words and couldn't recover, and murmured: "The elder I met by chance..."

According to the content of the conversation, Hao Yi automatically classified it as the teacher's deceased child, so he didn't ask any more questions.

There will be another memorial service in the Songbai Hall in the afternoon, and the staff of the funeral home are already waiting in the back hall, anxious to transport the body for cremation.Teacher Xing of the hospital office has always been in charge of this kind of affairs and is familiar with it, but there are always some links where it is necessary to ask the opinions of the two students of the deceased.Hao Yi was still able to strike up a conversation, but Fang Sishen seemed to have lost his soul, he just followed along blankly, from the beginning to the end.In fact, his heart became clearer and clearer, but the exhaustion accumulated for a long time seemed to explode at this moment. When he was carrying the urn to the columbarium for placement, his eyes turned black. If Hao Yi hadn't supported him, he would have almost fallen down. .

Thanks to the blessing of Teacher Xing from the school office, several people finished the trivial matters and took the official car in the school back to school.On the way, Fang Sishen received a call from his father and asked about the follow-up arrangements. After thinking about it, he said, "I also need to ask my brother to sort out the teacher's belongings and go home at night."

Hao Yi heard this and hurriedly said: "I will stay in Beijing for two more days, don't be in such a hurry, you go back and rest first." It was not easy for him to go to the capital, attending the funeral was the first time, and he still had some public relations tasks to do.

Fang Sishen also felt that he couldn't hold on anymore, so he nodded, "That's good. I have class on Monday the day after tomorrow. How about tomorrow?"

"it is good."

Fang Duzhi heard it over there, and said he would come to Beijing Normal University to pick up his son.

"Dad, don't..."

When my father gave an order: "Come to the east gate." I hung up.

Hua Dingsong's funeral was successfully concluded, and Teacher Xing left with ease.The brothers discussed the details of the meeting, Hao Yi went back to the hotel, and Fang Sishen went to the east gate to find Fang Duzhi.

Dean Fang refused to use the bus for personal affairs, and he didn't want to be seen in public, so he called a taxi and waited at the school gate.Seeing his son coming out, he dialed the phone to point out the location.

"Father." As soon as Fang Sishen got into the car, he collapsed and slumped on the seat.

Fang Duzhi moved to the middle: "Xiao Si, everyone has this day, it's no big deal. At least for now, Dad is still reliable." He pulled his son over and leaned on his shoulder, "Go to sleep."

Fang Sishen wanted to say something, but he really couldn't cheer up.In a daze, he finally fell asleep leaning on his father's shoulder.

Fang Duzhi held his son's hand, thinking silently: after such a big event, after observing and testing himself for a long time, he couldn't see any sign of the existence of the so-called "boyfriend".Could it be... have you broken up?But after half a year, can't you hold on?He knew his son's character very well, and immediately imagined him very badly.At this time of the saddest, loneliest and most in need of support, not only was he unable to stand by his side, he might even have sprinkled a handful of salt on the wound.The regret in my heart was unbearable, and I wished I could hold my son in my hands, hoping that he would not be hurt in the slightest.

The next morning, Fang Sishen and Hao Yi went to Xiaobailou to count the relics as scheduled.He seemed to be in good spirits, sent the teacher away with peace of mind, and unexpectedly got the news he wanted to know the most. The effect of one night's recuperation was very remarkable.After all, one's own life had to be continued on one's own.

The two walked slowly while talking, and when they reached the door of Hua Dingsong's house, they found that the door was wide open and there was someone inside.

After rushing in a few steps, I was immediately stunned.There were people coming and going in the room, and a woman wearing glasses was yelling loudly: "Lift all the upstairs first, and lift all the upstairs first!"

Before Fang Sishen could speak, Hao Yi asked loudly, "Who are you? Why did you take the relics of Professor Hua without authorization?"

The woman seemed to have just seen the two of them, and asked, "Who are you? Why are you here to interfere with our work?"

"We are Professor Hua's students, here to count the relics. I warn you, you have no right to touch anything here! Who allowed you to come in? Who gave you the keys?"

The woman paused, and then her attitude became tough: "We are from the school's assets department, and the principal's office notified us to take back the public house that Hua Dingsong borrowed. You say you are his student, what evidence do you have?"

Hao Yi was angry, and sneered: "We just presided over the memorial service yesterday, who doesn't know anyone present? What evidence do you need? This house is a public house, and the things in it are private property. When will the property department have the right to raid the house?" gone?"

The woman's voice was raised by an octave: "You man, how do you talk? The living have no place to live, and the dead occupy the public house and refuse to let it go. What is the reason for this? Everything in the house must be registered and stored. , the school handles them in a unified way. Who cares about these rags? They are dead, dirty and old, and it’s too troublesome to throw them in the trash!"

Fang Sishen finally interjected: "The Academy of Chinese Studies has negotiated a plan for the disposal of Professor Hua's estate. Why are you doing this?"

The woman raised her head: "Is it the school or the National Academy? The house is not owned by the National Academy. Does your National Academy say it? Besides, you said that private property is private property? See, there is a lottery from the property department on the table! Anyway, this room must be vacated today, and the things are temporarily stored in the warehouse of the asset department. I just work, if you have any opinions, go to the principal!"

Fang Sishen took out his mobile phone, and the woman stared at him warily: "Who are you calling?"

Fang Sishen glanced at her: "Call the police. You broke into a residence and stole property. You should call the police."

The woman screamed: "Who is stealing? Who do you say is stealing?" She flung her teeth and claws to snatch his cell phone.The workers who were moving things upstairs stopped working and gathered around to watch the excitement.

Fang Sishen took a few steps back, and while Hao Yi stopped the woman, he took out a copy of the will from his schoolbag, opened it and presented it to her: "Please see clearly, I am the legal heir of the estate. If you insist on moving the stuff, I'll take it to court."

The woman looked at it for a while, obviously hesitating.Hao Yi took the opportunity to say: "Isn't it just a request to vacate the house? In this way, we will find a way to move things by ourselves and vacate the house as soon as possible. For all the furniture and items with the asset label, you will count them on the spot and guarantee to keep them for you. "

The woman struggled for a moment, muttered a few words to ask the leader for instructions, and led the workers away in a huff.

Fang Sishen sat down on the ground.He was already unable to reason and ask why this happened, and what was the conspiracy behind it. Looking at the mess in the house, he felt boundless and bleak.

After a while, I heard Hao Yi say: "We have to come a little later, maybe..."

Fang Sishen sat for a while, then suddenly said: "Brother, are you afraid of offending Principal Shi, Dean Huang and others?"

Hao Yi was a little strange: "Why do you ask that?"

"I was thinking, Jingshi University's Chinese Academy is a donation, isn't Yumen Academy's Chinese Studies Department also a donation? Maybe these books and materials are more valuable and meaningful to the latter..."

Hao Yi understood what he meant, and was dumbfounded: "You mean, donate to... Yumen Academy?"

"Yes!" Fang Sishen made up his mind in a moment, "I think this is fine, unless...you don't accept it."

Hao Yi stuttered even more: "Accept, accept! Why don't you accept it? This, this is really...I'll call the principal right away!"

After a phone call, Hao Yi was full of smiles: "The principal decided on the spot to set up a special area in the library to collect the teacher's books according to the standard of preserving ancient books. I'm afraid the official letter has already been faxed to my hotel room, and I will have to invite you later." Write a written offer of donation."

Fang Sishen didn't expect it to go so smoothly, and asked, "Brother, will it affect you if you offend the Capital University?"

Hao Yi said with a smile: "One is a national university and the other is a state university. It seems that they are several grades behind. In fact, no one can control the other. We rely on the state government for food, and the evaluation of scientific research funding titles only competes with other state universities. Shut it down. What happened to the university?" Speaking of this, he looked at Fang Sishen, "It's you who really thought it through, and if you take this step, you just..."

Before he could finish speaking, the phone rang.Hao Yi answered the phone, but he didn't know what was being said there, but he kept nodding his head with "hmm" over and over again.After hanging up, the expression on his face could not tell whether it was shock or surprise. Fang Sishen said: "Our principal said that we contacted the Liangzhou Office in Beijing, and they will come forward to host. I will make a public donation ceremony with you. The school is under construction. The main building of the new library is directly named Dingsong Building. Brother, look, this..."

"That's good." Fang Sishen stood up.The frank and enthusiastic attitude of Yumen Academy is quite different from the ambiguity and ulterior motives of the National Academy of Beijing Normal University.

Glancing around, he said decisively: "Brother, why don't you just send the things to the express center today and send them to you, so as not to have to fight with others. As for the donation ceremony, I will just bring the documents to the scene."

Hao Yi smiled wryly: "It's just you and me, how can we play?"

Fang Sishen thought for a while, picked up the phone, and found Liao Zhong's number.

"Doctor Liao, I'm Fang Sishen, and I'd like to ask you for a favor. Could you please find some workers, I need to move some things. Well, it's urgent, I'll come to my school right away, the sooner the better, the labor fee will be added according to the market price 50.00%."