Arty Records

Fang Sishen returned to the research team's office. There was no one there in the afternoon. He stood by the bookshelf, tapping on the wooden board with his fingers, seemingly in a daze.After a while, he suddenly sat down at the desk and changed the password of his main computer.

There are three computers in the research group, two are shared by all members, and the other is dedicated to Fang Sishen. The password is set separately, and the students do not know it.One is to save money, only this computer is connected to the printer, and the documents that need to be materialized are printed regularly and uniformly, so that no one can fish in troubled waters.The second is to save all the final files after review for safety reasons, so as not to be accidentally changed or deleted.Of course, the final draft reviewed by Fang Sishen is backed up in his personal notebook.Change your password at this time, just in case.

I can't help but think of the embarrassing moment when I was withdrawn from the Jiajin Bamboo and Silk Project by my mentor and senior brothers.Time has turned around, and history has returned to its original point.Is the surrounding environment stagnant, or is it standing still?While changing the password, Fang Sishen consoled himself: There is still some progress, at least he has learned to actively defend himself, leaving behind leverage for negotiation.And the biggest progress is probably reflected in emotions and attitudes.

Misty waves invade the bank day by day, and foxes and rabbits rush to sit in the corner.The predecessors looked at the ghosts and demons, and admired the misty clouds and clouds. When they had no choice but to borrow a point or two.

Because I was blocking people in the dean's office after class, I haven't had time to eat lunch yet.Just as I was about to go to the cafeteria, my cell phone rang. It was Ms. He who made an appointment for Mrs. Qiu, and met at the place where we met last time.

Fang Sishen once checked the map, there is a direct subway from Financial Street in Nancheng to Liyu Alley, and he said, "I'll pick up something first, can I arrive a little later?"

"It doesn't matter if you are late, just before the agency closes, please bring your household registration card and ID card."

Fang Sishen said "Oops", the household registration card was in the hands of his father.

Ms. He seemed to understand what he meant, and said, "A copy is also fine."

"Well, I'll look for it and come here as soon as possible."

I rushed back to the dormitory, thinking about when I used the copy of the household registration card, and couldn't help but think about it, don't these things need to be bought to buy a house?How come both father and Hong Xinyao have the ability to put the house under his name without anyone noticing?

Fortunately, his life is very organized, and not long after, he found a copy of the household registration card in the material bag of the postgraduate entrance examination at the bottom of the desk drawer.

I rushed out of the school gate and took a taxi. The traffic was good in the afternoon, and I arrived at my destination in more than 20 minutes.After picking up the things, I trotted all the way to transfer to the subway, and rushed to the carp alley bar, before three o'clock in the afternoon.In the early winter weather, I was sweating profusely.

Two ladies are waiting for him.

Ms. He handed him the cup: "Don't worry, drink some water first."

Aunt Qiu arranged several documents on the table: "Xiao Fang, the buyer this time was introduced by Shannon, and the other party entrusted her with full authority, which made things much more convenient."

Fang Sishen was a little surprised: "Huh?"

Ms. He smiled: "I didn't expect that you would be willing to give it up. If it weren't for the fact that I couldn't raise so much cash at the moment, I really wanted to stay by myself. It happened that an elder I knew always wanted to buy a yard in the capital. I heard Jasmine say this contact him immediately. Since he is not in the country, it took a little time for the two sides to communicate, otherwise it would have been settled two days earlier."

Mrs. Qiu said: "With Shannon's help, it's much easier to handle." She blinked and smiled slyly, "I won't be needed in the future, so you can go to her directly if you have anything to do. Look at these documents, if you have no objections, sign it." Yes, she will go through the rest of the procedures, you don't have to worry about it."

Fang Sishen browsed through it hastily, and found that the buyer column was blank, and the entire yard, together with the contents inside, was priced at 700 million Citigroup gold.

Ms. He took out a check folder from her handbag: "According to Jasmine's request, the buyer agrees to pay an overseas bank to draw an anonymous cash check in China. With this Citibank check, cash can be withdrawn at any branch in Daxia without any other procedures." .”

Seeing that Fang Sishen frowned intently, Mrs. Qiu knew that he was not familiar with money transactions, so she explained softly: "700 million Citigroup gold, converted according to the current exchange rate, is about 500 million Xia Yuan, and the price is very fair. Anonymous cash checks are the most convenient way for us, and... are very popular on certain occasions. You know, ordinary customers do not enjoy this treatment."

Fang Sishen understood.This is when I met a noble person, which helped me a lot.

He took the check folder respectfully, and said to Ms. He, "Thank you." Turning around, he handed it to Mrs. Qiu, "Excuse me."

The two ladies saw him passing a huge sum of money, and they said thank you and trouble, but they didn't even open it to take a look.This kind of grandeur, even the son of a wealthy family, is afraid that it is rare to be able to achieve it.

Aunt Qiu looked at him: "Xiao Fang, I should make a written statement for you, but...if it doesn't work out, it will become a hidden danger, you see..."

Fang Sishen pondered for a while: "No need. If you take the money, you are taking a risk. If you don't have trust, documents are useless." He smiled, "It's impossible for me to sue you."

The two ladies thought at the same time: Although the young man is young, he is a rare and sensible person.

Ms. He put away the paperwork and left Fang Sishen a business card to go ahead and go through the rest of the formalities.

Fang Sishen took out the Nancheng apartment title certificate and passbook, and put them in front of Mrs. Qiu.

After reading everything, Mrs. Qiu was surprised, with a half smile but not a smile: "Oh, Xiao Fang, I didn't expect you to have a lot of private houses."

Talking to such a woman with such experience and courage, even the big things seem to be light.

Fang Sishen raised the corner of his mouth: "I didn't expect that either. I will continue to trouble you." He secretly thought that if his father checked the accounts, he would not know what to do.I thought so, but I didn't feel guilty at all.

Mrs. Qiu picked up the bank card and pointed to a sign on the back: "International currency exchange, easy to handle, right next to Helvetia Bank, no need to make an appointment for large transactions. As for the house, you leave me the copy of the household registration card and ID card, and I will find a way .”

A place for foreigners to consume, with complete and convenient supporting facilities, and major international bank branches all over the streets and alleys.

Standing at the door of the bank and bidding farewell to Mrs. Qiu, Fang Sishen suddenly said, "Please tell him, these... will be returned later."

Qiu's sister-in-law was "puchi" happy: "I will definitely convey it."

His stomach was rumbling, Fang Sishen covered his stomach in embarrassment: "I forgot to eat lunch."

Mrs. Qiu was stunned, and immediately said angrily: "You child, you really...don't say anything until you have eaten, go, I invite you!"

"No, I'll just buy some food on the side of the road. There's still something to do at school, so you should be busy too."

Seeing that Mrs. Qiu refused to agree, Fang Sishen whispered: "I really don't need it, I'll go back now, so as not to cause trouble." Jumping down the steps, he bowed slightly, "Please." He waved his hand and walked quickly to the subway station .

Watching his figure disappear at the subway entrance, Mrs. Qiu had a thought in her heart: If she was 20 years younger, she must try her best to dominate this guy, how could that reckless boy take advantage of him.Shaking his head and laughing, it's important to do business.

Early on Friday morning, Fang Sishen sat in the office of the research group and sorted out the computer hard drive.

There were students coming in and out intermittently in the middle, and several junior backbones headed by Han Bin tried it out from time to time.Fang Sishen is now used to seeing devil kings and little ghosts, but he didn't pay attention to them before, but now he pays attention to observing them, and immediately sees all the tricks and tricks, and there is nothing to hide.

Sure enough, it was aimed at the things in my computer.In terms of patience and concentration, these frizzy boys naturally couldn't compare with him.Seeing that Teacher Fang had been sitting for a long time, and it was almost past lunch time, and he couldn't get up, several students couldn't bear it and retreated one after another.

In the past, Fang Sishen always felt that staying in the research group was a very pleasant thing, but now it was extremely bitter.So what if you negotiate under pressure?He hoped to retain the position of the teacher's legitimate first writer; he hoped that the painstaking efforts he had put in would not go to waste;However, what is the difference between negotiating conditions with a person who has no faith and seeking skin from a tiger?

What to do next, he felt that he needed to think again.

I called my father and said that I would sort out the subject materials and not go home this weekend.I picked out a few important personal reference materials that were thrown in the research group. The books couldn't be packed, so I held a stack in my arms and walked slowly back to the dormitory.

With difficulty, he freed one hand to open the door, and closed it with his back.Just as I was sending the book to the table, I suddenly felt something was wrong.The strange atmosphere that touched his intuition brushed his nerves in an instant, and the hairs all over his body seemed to stand on end.He subconsciously looked up.

A person lifted his head lazily from his own bed, as if he had just woken up from a deep sleep, rubbed his eyes and muttered: "Why did you come back, you kept me waiting for a long time."

"Crackling" all the books fell on the ground.

"Why... ah, my book..." At one moment he wanted to look at the person on the bed, but at the other moment he was thinking about the book on the floor, Fang Sishen twisted his body, and was dumbfounded on the spot.Hong Xinyao saw his hands and feet stuttering, and he didn't know what to do with a clumsy look. The ice that had been stuck in his heart for so long and became harder and harder immediately turned into a clear, bright and sparkling soft wave.

Too busy and tired, I still haven't slept through this sleep, and urged hoarsely: "Don't worry about that, come here quickly."

Fang Sishen strode forward in a daze, and walked to the side of the single bed.

He wanted to ask "how did you come in", and also wanted to ask "when did you come", but he finally said "you", his eyes blurred, then he went dark, and he was pulled by the other party and fell into his arms suddenly .The long-lost temperature and touch made him unresponsive, lying motionless on the spot.Finally getting used to it, regaining a little sanity, just as he raised his face, the warm and surging torrent immediately poured over him, completely submerging him again, taking away all possibility of speaking and thinking.

The kiss, which was almost biting and gnawing, seemed to force the breath back into the lungs, the chest was on the verge of bursting, and the soul seemed to expand infinitely, causing substantial pain.

Fang Sishen panted violently and hurriedly, desperately opened his eyes wide to look at the person in front of him, but his mind went black, except for the countless spinning gold stars, he couldn't see anything in a hurry.

There was only a hint of ferocity in the hoarse voice: "Miss me?"

Fang Sishen habitually wanted to nod, but his whole body was restrained by him so that there was no room for free movement, and a word flowed directly from his heart: "Think."

It was as if something that could not be restrained burst out of the embankment with the utterance of this syllable, and it became turbulent, and it flooded out of control in an instant.Anxiety, sadness, grievance, resentment, exhaustion, loneliness, fear, anxiety... All kinds of emotions that tortured me were released in this one word.After so many days of struggling and persevering, when I didn't see each other, my missing was almost squeezed to a thin piece, sticking to the back of the day.At this moment, it was as if a gap had been opened in a vacuum bag, and at a speed that no one could stop, hula la filled the whole world.

Fang Sishen didn't realize at all that the tears that flowed indulgently according to his emotions were all over his face.He just felt that his eyes were slowly brightening up. The face that was a bit confused when he met him at first became extremely clear at this moment: the lines like a knife and an axe, the expression like a deep well and a secluded pool, only those eyes seemed to be raging. Burning Ugin, leaping with scorching flames, is more captivating than ever before.

"I miss you too. Every day."

Hong Xinyao's movements suddenly became crazy.Kissing him carelessly, licking the tears on his face, tearing and stripping off each other's clothes impatiently.Hugging him with such strength that his bones creaked, biting him with such strength that he could almost penetrate the skin, when a certain part that rubbed against each other was hot and humid, he did not hesitate, put all his eggs in one basket, and ruthlessly Break into the holy place where body and mind can rest.

Warm and soft, like the most wonderful dream.There is nothing in memory that can soothe me so firmly.Hong Xinyao's sanity returned a little bit, and he saw clearly where it was.The books piled up against the wall are already crumbling, and the corners of the eyes of the person in his arms are full of tears, his eyes are blank and unfocused, but whether it is the hot cheeks, the bright red lips, or the slightly trembling body in the tightly knit state, Tell him he needs him.

Suddenly feel that the passage of time is so beautiful.He carefully hugged Fang Sishen and sat up, with his arms wrapped around the knees on both sides, one hand wrapped around his waist, the other supported his back, and he said with his earlobe in his mouth, "Hold me tight."

Standing up was easier than I imagined.The slender and flexible torso was wrapped in his arms, giving him a sense of accomplishment that was firmly protected.It's just that he knows in his heart that this sense of accomplishment is currently only an illusion.Heartache, guilt, helpless anger, and killing decisions, all kinds of complex emotions are tangled and tossed, and in the end they can't resist the strong desire.With the support of the back of the chair, he allowed himself to completely follow the control of his instincts, melting him into his body in the endless smelting.

Fang Sishen woke up, blinded by the light above his head, and then heard the sound of gurgling water boiling.A very original food aroma wafts through the nose, very familiar, the taste of boiled vermicelli.He barely turned his head, and his eyes got used to it at this moment, and he saw that guy was shirtless, with pants hanging loosely around his waist, squatting on the ground and staring intently at the steaming electric cooker.

"Are you cooking noodles?"

"Well, I'm hungry." Hong Xinyao stepped over, sat down on the edge of the bed, and touched his face, "I thought you were going to sleep until tomorrow morning. I want to wake you up to talk, but I can't bear it."

Fang Sishen was thinking about more important things: "Can you cook noodles?" While trying to stretch his neck, he wanted to see what was going on in the pot.It's a pity that I couldn't exert any strength in my whole body, and my chin almost hit the edge of the bed.

Hong Xinyao simply put his head on his lap.

"Why not? Have you never eaten pork or seen a pig running? You have cooked it so many times, you can see it." First Young Master Hong sat on the edge of the bed without moving, stretched his legs and put the electric cooker on it. The chair hooks this way.

Fang Sishen looked at the wires that were getting tighter and tighter and the pot trembling on the chair, with cold sweat and black lines on his forehead: "Dangerous, stop, you won't be able to get up to take it..." Just as he protested, the chair had been dragged. coming.

"Does your throat hurt? Have a sip of hot noodle soup first." As Young Master Hong said, he leaned over and straightened his arms to reach for the bowl and spoon on the bookshelf.

Fang Sishen watched in horror as he took the tools, causing the bookshelf to rattle and veins popped out of his head.Really, if it doesn't appear, it's fine, once it appears, it will fly away...

"I can't bear to get up. You are awake, don't be afraid of waking you up, I just want to be next to you, and don't separate for a second." Hong Xinyao said, scooping a few spoonfuls of noodle soup from the pot, stirring and blowing, to his lips.

The eye sockets were wet unpreparedly, Fang Sishen quickly lowered his head, and took small sips of soup.After drinking almost, seeing his naked upper body, remembering that he had done that in the dormitory, he blushed immediately.

Hong Xinyao saw that he lowered his head and didn't move, so he put the bowl in his arms and hugged him: "What's wrong? It's hard? I'm sorry, I... I can't help it... If it hurts, you have to say it. If you don't say it, I won't remember to stop. "

Fang Sishen shook his head lightly: "Aren't you cold?"

"Not cold. I turned on the heater too."

This year the dormitory is well-heated, and with the addition of an electric heater, the room does not feel the slightest chill.

"When did you come?" Fang Sishen already understood that there was no need to ask how he got in.

"Leaving last night and arriving early in the morning, you've been out. I figured you'd be back anyway, so you might as well sleep here."

Hong Xinyao picked out a noodle and tasted it: "It's cooked." He took out a bowl, "It's not as good as your cooking, it's just enough to fill my stomach."

He helped Fang Sishen up and leaned against his arms, fed him a mouthful, and took a mouthful by himself: "Well, the taste seems to be alright."

Thousands of words and turbulent waves seem to be less important than sharing this bowl of bald noodles in front of you.Fang Sishen smiled: "The first time I ate your cooked noodles, it is worth remembering."