Arty Records

Hong Xinyao and Fang Duzhi were talking in the living room, while Fang Sishen stayed in the study to pack the books and materials he had brought back from the nursing home.At the beginning, I stopped from time to time to listen to the movement outside, and then I gradually devoted myself to the work in hand, coupled with seeing things and thinking about others, I couldn't help thinking of my teacher, feeling sad and sad, and unconsciously completely forgot about the Weng and his son-in-law.

Someone knocked on the door, heard the sound, looked up and looked at the door.

Hong Xinyao pushed open the door directly, and said generously, "Brother, I'm leaving, I'll call you later." But his eyes were fixed on Fang Sishen, seeing him sitting cross-legged among the books, facing the light with his face raised, obviously Still stuck in the previous thoughts, the whole person exudes a gentle and compassionate atmosphere.Of course Young Master Hong couldn't think of such an adjective. He just had a strong desire to hug the other party in an instant. He stretched his arm halfway, and then slowly lowered it. His five fingers were gathered together and made into a fist.

Fang Sishen was awakened by his words, recovered from the boundless sorrow, and was immediately aroused by the people in front of him and the current events: he had to leave again, and he would not come back until a month later.He asked a very important question on the way, and at that time he felt that there was no need to pursue it, but at this moment he suddenly became flustered, as if he had to ask clearly.He talked with his father for so long, what did he talk about?What happened to his family in the future? ...

All kinds of questions that I didn't expect, that I didn't think through, that were overwhelmed by the passion of the reunion and forgotten for a while, jumped out at the time of parting.

"you……"

"Xiaosi, why are you sitting on the floor?" Fang Duzhi also arrived at the door.

Fang Sishen was startled, and all thoughts receded like a tide: "It's okay, no, it's not cold. I laid out a mat, it's convenient."

Turning to Hong Xinyao, he used all his strength to control himself, and said: "Don't miss the car, and pay attention to safety on the road."

Hong Xinyao took a deep look at him.Because his back was facing Fang Duzhi, his eyes were unscrupulous, and Fang Sishen was so heavy that he couldn't move.

"Yes." Young Master Hong nodded, and turned to say goodbye to Fang Duzhi: "Uncle, I will contact Brother Honest when school starts. I don't need to talk about the hypocrisy with you. I will show you the real thing later."

Fang Duzhi smiled kindly: "Uncle, don't you still trust you? Young people are aggressive and tenacious, which is really admirable."

Master Hong said some polite words, and left neatly.Until he left, Fang Sishen didn't have time to get up from the pile of books.

Fang Duzhi sent it to the door of the living room symbolically, and went back to the study to find his son.

"Xiao Si, are you hungry? There is a ready-made broth, so let's cook some noodles, okay?" Because Young Master Hong, an unexpected visitor, came to visit suddenly, and it was past the usual dinner time.

Fang Sishen was in a daze, when he heard his father's question, he quickly responded: "Ah, good."

Fang Duzhi squatted down & flipped through a few books: "Why don't you clean up that empty room and make it a study for you. If you bring back a lot of it, there won't be enough space for this room."

"Ah good."

Seeing that his son was always absent-minded, Fang Duzhi thought to himself that it was probably because he faced Hua Dading's relic again.After rambling a few words, I went out to prepare dinner.After the meal was over, he thought that his son would definitely ask Hong Xinyao what kind of deal he had made with him, but he never did.Fang Duzhi thought about it for a while, and took the initiative to point out: "Xiaosi, did Hong Xinyao tell you why he came to me?"

"He didn't say it. But..." Fang Sishen couldn't help but speculate, and soon came to a conclusion. After thinking about it, there was no need to hide it, and he said directly, "I guess, maybe it's a matter of sincerity?"

"That's right. This Young Master Hong is really not to be underestimated. I thought that the things that Zhenxintang hadn't had time to sell before were all gone. Who would have thought that he rented a warehouse in the suburbs a long time ago and managed to transfer it without anyone knowing it. Now the rumors In the past, I prepared to take it out to participate in the spring auction. Recently, the market price has risen a lot, and this delay of half a year is a blessing in disguise."

Fang Sishen didn't know what to say, so he said "um" and just listened.

"What he meant was that he was afraid that you would misunderstand..."

Fang Sishen was surprised: "What is the misunderstanding?"

"I misunderstood that he used you to use me. I think he really seems to really want to keep you as a friend." Fang Duzhi snorted softly, "This kid has a vision."

Fang Sishen was stunned for a moment, and suddenly understood that in this way, his father would never associate Hong Xinyao's hospitality to other places.

"Then... Dad, what did you talk about? Or... What did you promise him?"

"It's not a promise, it's just waiting to see when school starts." Fang Duzhi showed an inscrutable expression, "Although Hong Yaoge has come out, it is estimated that after this battle, the Hong family may suffer five tuberculosis and seven injuries. The general election will be held in March, and this year is the last critical moment. Who knows what will happen before the battle? There are always unlucky ghosts who can't make it through, and in the end they become abandoned children and become cannon fodder. In short, everything has been waiting for three years Let's talk about the month."

Dean Fang couldn't hide his satisfaction: "So, this winter vacation is a good one. It's really embarrassing for him to come to the door all the time."

Fang Sishen couldn't help feeling hot in his head, and straightened his back: "Dad, don't say that, I never, never, felt that I was being used by Hong Xinyao."

Swept by his father's inquiring eyes, the enthusiasm immediately cooled down quickly, and he explained carefully: "In conclusion, we have known each other for a long time. Regardless of the fact that he saved me, his family background, his behavior, and what kind of cooperation he has with you , all these aside, I think...he is...a person worth getting along with. Lu Yao knows horsepower, and he can see people's hearts over time. I know he is not the same kind of person as I am, but he values ​​feelings and is not hypocritical. He is willing I'm very happy to be friends with me. As for other things, I can't ask, and I can only...not ask."

Fang Duzhi didn't take it seriously: "How can things be so simple? Don't look at his young age. People who come out of that kind of environment are very complicated. What they say and what they do, they all have a purpose. Do you think..."

Seeing his son staring at him with wide eyes, Fang Duzhi shook his head: "I'm not saying he's definitely not good, but... In short, the friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, and ordinary contacts are fine. Today is different from the past. If he mentions something to you, Just push it to me. It’s still the same sentence, we’ll see everything after March.”

Fang Sishen nodded, no longer picking up on his father.He picked up a few books and stood up: "Dad, I'm going to clean up that empty room. When I'm free during the holidays, pack it up and use it."

Fang Duzhi looked out from the door of the study, and could see the figure of his son shuttle back and forth.He changed into an old dress with his sleeves rolled up high, and he carried a bucket and a rag.Suddenly, she thought sourly, next time, she must remember to ask Hong Xinyao to help her set up a routine, what happened to the relationship that seemed to end without a problem.

During the whole winter vacation, Fang Sishen was very leisurely.It should be said that since I went to college, I have never been so leisurely.There are no topics, no papers, no projects, and a class is already familiar, so there is no need to prepare much... In short, for the first time, you don't have to face tasks and deadlines, and you can read, think, and research at your own pace.This precipitation-like feeling made his mind clear and his body and mind happy.It seems that the things accumulated over the years have finally been mastered, and the old books that have been copied at random can be seen to be refreshing.

After tidying up the spare room at home, Fang Duzhi ordered a few more bookshelves for his son, and the desks and computers that were originally placed in the bedroom were moved in one after another, and finally became Fang Sishen's exclusive study.

Dean Fang had the feeling that his son had truly returned.Every time I look at the closed door and know that he is flipping and writing inside, I feel extremely at ease.Unless you have to, you don't want to disturb him at all.For Fang Sishen, the study room is indeed a place that can generate a greater sense of belonging than the bedroom, and he spends most of his holidays here.Think about academic problems, and when you are tired, think about personal problems.Sometimes, I think about personal problems, and when I am tired, I think about academic problems.

Because of my leisure, I think in an unprecedentedly detailed and far-reaching way.

The more I think about it, the more panicked I become.

I always feel that the words Hong Xinyao asked on the day before leaving had a lot of connotation, either what he planned to do, or what he had already done.After deliberation and deliberation, Fang Sishen felt from the bottom of his heart that with Fourth Young Master Hong's temper and considering the actual situation comprehensively, the possibility of the latter was much greater.

The more panicked the more I thought.

It is clear that one phone call can get the truth, but in the entanglement and thinking, the longer and longer, the deeper and deeper the hiding, the heavier and heavier the pressure.Make excuses for yourself like evasion: wait until we meet to ask, how to say clearly on the phone.If it hasn't happened yet, express yourself to the best of your ability.If it has already happened, then... at least, let's spend this year well...

Stuck in the sofa armchair in the study, Fang Sishen put one hand on his forehead, raised his phone with the other, and flipped through the text messages sent by Hong Xinyao one by one.

In a house with four bedrooms and two living rooms, the two bedrooms are adjacent to each other. Fang Duzhi's study is on the outside, next to the living room, and Fang Sishen's is on the innermost side, which is extremely quiet.

The received messages vary in length and time, and the content is random. Obviously, it takes time to think of it and press it a few times.Although only a few words are fragmented, but when they accumulate to a certain amount, as long as you have the heart, you can naturally see many problems.

Like he knows he's very busy.My mother has been in poor health, and has taken over many things from my father.For example, he saw that he was not going his way, and certain catchphrases appeared too frequently in the gossip.For example, he noticed that the Hong family was lively but not necessarily harmonious this year.There are so many scenes, and the sister and brother-in-law are not mentioned once.

However, the more problems I saw, the more I couldn't ask the questions in my heart.

Both ends are inconvenient, and basically only rely on text messages to communicate.It wasn't until New Year's Eve that I got through on the phone.

Fang Sishen heard his father busy answering and making calls in the living room.Dean Fang went through a period of hard work to hide his strength and bide his time, and it seemed that he had recovered to the busiest state in history overnight.Before and after the Spring Festival, various group gatherings and tea parties are overwhelming. Occasionally at home, mobile phones and landlines come and go.On New Year's Eve tonight, the incoming and outgoing New Year's phone calls have never stopped.

Fang Sishen checked the time, it was less than eleven o'clock.When it is almost midnight, I must go out to watch the New Year with my father and eat dumplings. Why not take advantage of it now...

He hesitated to dial the number, but felt that he should send a message to ask first, in case he was with his family.After hanging up, the other end dialed back.

"I'm going to call you at twelve o'clock, can't wait so early?" A low-pitched laughter came from the microphone, and the noise of children made the background.

"I'm afraid it will be inconvenient... Your side is really lively."

"Oh, don't mention it. My dad said that it's boring to have a small number of people. He called several families to celebrate the New Year together, especially the ones with many children. He said it was bad luck and noisy. I think he is so old-fashioned that he became superstitious. "The background sound gradually disappeared, and I don't know where to hide.

"After all, it's Chinese New Year, so don't say it's unlucky."

"How can I. You have to listen to Jili, hey, I'll tell you right now."

"It's noisy or something, don't let the old man hear it."

"Look, look, you said it too!"

Both of them didn't believe this, and laughed at the same time.In this way, he laughed for a while after speaking a few words, rambling, and finally didn't know what he said.Hong Xinyao suddenly sighed: "Oh, why has another year passed? It's so fast."

Fang Sishen was slightly taken aback, and then said, "Yes, another year has passed."

The voice over there raised his voice: "We have never celebrated the New Year together before!"

Fang Sishen was silent for a moment, then said softly: "There will always be opportunities in the future."

"I think so too. But just now, I suddenly felt that we have known each other for a long time, so long that it seems like a lifetime, and we have never celebrated the New Year together. Also, we have never celebrated the Mid-Autumn Festival together, and we have never been lovers together. festival, never had a birthday together, never watched a movie together, never traveled together, never together..."

Fang Sishen could imagine that Young Master Hong must be counting on his fingers.

When he could no longer count, he slowly said: "There is a poem called 'The End of the World Shares This Time', you must have heard of it. I think the meaning of this poem, no matter how far the space is, at least... …Our time is synchronized. You pass 1 minute, so do I, 1 minute. You are one year older, so am I, one year older.”

In order to get a clearer signal, Fang Sishen had already stood by the window, his eyes fell on the night sky dotted with gorgeous fireworks: "Because we are at the same time, so... the sky you see at this time is also right in front of me. Although this is true for people in this world,... not everyone can find another person to spend this time with."

There was a long silence, and the sound of breathing became more and more clear at both ends of the microphone.

Young Master Hong suddenly muttered hoarsely: "How do you know... I'm looking at the sky?"

"I don't know, I just, for example."

Another long silence.

"Brother...I miss you." Hong Xinyao sniffed, "I miss you so much...I miss you so much."

Fang Sishen pressed his forehead against the window glass, a sense of coolness went from between his brows to his heart.

"Hong Xinyao, in the future when there is no one else, can I call you A Yao? My mother's hometown has a custom that people who are close to me often add the word A before their names. You have heard that Uncle Lian will call me A Zhi."

Young Master Hong's heart was agitated: "Well, good, it sounds good."

"Ah Yao." The ending sound of the upper pick has a hint of indescribable lingering meaning, which is densely coiled in the listener's heart. "You stay at home. No matter what happens, don't be impulsive. If... You can come back a little earlier, maybe we can celebrate the first Lantern Festival together. "

"Okay, let's celebrate the first Lantern Festival together!"

It's a pity that young master Hong himself didn't expect that the promise he made on the phone would be broken in the end.Hong Yaoge had a middle-aged son, who is now in his early sixties.In the past six months, I have been tossing hard. Although I persevere, my energy and body are deteriorating.Seeing that his son has finally grown up, no matter how much trouble he has, he seems to have gained confidence, so his face quickly shows his old age.Many social activities, internal and external affairs, in this special New Year's Eve after the danger has been saved, they are simply handed over to his son as much as possible, and the reliance on Hong Xinyao is actually more and more day by day.

Young Master Hong had his own little Jiujiu in his heart, so he took advantage of the situation and started a tug-of-war negotiation with the old man.As a result, they failed to rush back to the capital before school started, let alone celebrate the Lantern Festival together.

In fact, Fang Sishen had a premonition long ago. Hearing his explanation, the words "as expected" came out in his heart.And the faint hidden worry that had been suspended for a long time, because of the premonition turned into reality, became all the more real and understandable.The future, amidst the real and knowable, disintegrates into a cloud of chaos that gradually becomes clearer.

If, for a long time, Fang Sishen didn't have much thought about the future of this love, then now, when he finally decided to think about it, he suddenly found that thinking about it was far more difficult to grasp than not thinking about it.

Times have changed, it would be absurd for Young Master Hong to say that he would never return to inherit the family business.What will happen next?Where is the place of emotion?All the questions started to become confusing.

Fang Sishen asked himself inwardly, to what extent could he possibly back down in reality for this love?After thinking about it, I came to the conclusion that it was impossible even one step.

ideal?studies?Family? ...one step is impossible.

He stood in the night, inspected his heart, and saw that lonely and withered seed so eager for the nectar of love, but absolutely unable to leave the soil where he was deeply buried, and drifted to another garden with the wind.Sad and terrified.

He didn't want to think about it anymore, and while actively devoting himself to the precipitation process of reading and thinking, he strongly hoped that the other party would come back soon.He basically ignored the preparatory process for the State Council meeting, the various ups and downs of the party, the government and the army, including the excited and busy status of President Fang Duzhi.

In the second week of school, I happened to pass by the bulletin board next to the small square in the dormitory area. This is the main base for the student association to issue various announcements.A super-large poster is very eye-catching: "The first series of cutting-edge lectures of the School of Information: the practical application of database technology in the field of humanities and social sciences."

Fang Sishen was first attracted by the title.Looking at the content introduction, it turns out that it is a high-end event created by the School of Information for the employment of senior students who are about to graduate. Many successful professionals in the field of information technology are invited to connect with the reality and look forward to the future.But the lecture itself is open, and anyone can listen to it.

Although the project of digitizing ancient characters has not been done for the time being, Fang Sishen understands that this is an inevitable direction of development.Write down the time and place, have dinner in the cafeteria, and turn directly over.