Fisherman's Secret

At eight o'clock in the evening, the lights in Fang Xiaole's room were still on.

Ye Chi was holding a neon language dictionary, and was concentrating on translating the new task assigned by his brother - a logbook hastily written on washi paper.

However, probably due to the lack of proficiency in the business, this work seems to be not going smoothly. The main problem is that the logbook uses the classical neon language represented by the Tianchaowenxundu style. For details of the difficulty, please refer to the Tianchao The difference between current language and classical Chinese.

Even though Ye Chi's neon language level is very high, it is not easy to correctly and completely translate this log of a few hundred words.

Ye Chi was writing hard with his head buried in his pen, and Fang Jing poked his head in.

"It's already nine o'clock, let's go to rest first, don't worry about this, take your time." Fang Jing said.

Ye Chi moved his neck, and said with a bitter face: "Brother, where did you get this diary? It's still in the style of writing, so cheating."

"What?" Fang Jing didn't understand the neon language, so he immediately asked shamelessly, "What style of writing?"

"Classical Chinese in neon language."

Fang Jing paused for a moment, his face twisted a little, he laughed dryly, and said, "Then take your time, take your time."

Ye Chi didn't raise his head, the early summer sea breeze blew in through the window, and the air was full of the smell of the ocean.

Fang Jing looked at it for a while, but there was really nothing he could do to help, so he had to retreat out bored, so as not to disturb him.

Ye Chi was captured by him, Fang Jing, as a good brother, had nothing to do to help him, so he could only find a way to get him some delicious food for supper.

He took out the barbecue grill that hadn't been used for a long time, cleaned it in the yard, and used the charcoal left by Fang's mother when she burned tree pockets in winter for barbecue.

His barbecue skills are as famous in the circle of friends as his luck in fishing boats, and everyone who has eaten it says it is good.

Cen Jiu opened the oysters with a small dagger, and placed them one by one on the plate.

Fang Jing took the barbecue and grilled it, added seasoning and brushed the sauce, and after a while, a strong fragrance floated in the air.

Cen Jiu helped, and walked around Fang Jing, so attentive that Fang Jing shivered in early summer.

"Can I eat it?" Cen Jiu stood in front, his nose twitching, and asked.

Fang Jing turned his head and signaled him to stand farther away. This idiot can't even stand, and if he stands in the direction where the smoke is densest, he won't be afraid of getting smoked.

"Brother, I want to eat chicken legs."

"Okay, got it." They all learned how to order food.

Fang Jing glanced at Cen Jiu, Cen Jiu understood, ran to the refrigerator, and took out all the leftover chicken legs in the refrigerator.

One, two, three, four, five...a total of ten. Mother Fang is going to marinate the chicken legs tomorrow.

A few guests who lived in the village went out for a walk at night to enjoy the shade. They smelled a familiar barbecue aroma and rushed to Fang's house. They couldn't help laughing when they saw Fang Jing cooking barbecue in the yard.

"Hey, the little boss still has this skill." In fact, Fang Jing is no longer the owner of the Jiufang Inn, but no matter whether he is an old guest or a newcomer, everyone who sees Fang Jing habitually calls him the little boss.

These few are regular customers of the inn, and there are two others who have been learning diving with Fang Jing, and they have a good relationship.

Fang Jing set up a table in the yard, invited them to sit down, and asked Cen Jiu to get beer from the refrigerator.

Barbecue with cold beer is completely standard in summer.

The few people didn't expect that there would be such a blessing in the fishing village, and they all ate with great appetite, and they didn't leave until early in the morning, when Ye Chi fell asleep.

After sending the guests away, Fang Jing didn't bother to clear the table, so he re-roasted two eggplants, three peppers, a few strings of oily mutton, three squids, six oysters, and a few chicken legs and wings, and put them on a plate , took a few beers, and greeted Cen Jiu to go out.

The two came to the beach and sat down on a flat stone.

A bright moon hangs high above the sea, the cold moon sky shines on the earth, the starry sky far away from the city is full of dazzling stars, the Milky Way is like a bright jade belt, shining brightly.The turbulent waves under the rocks beat the shore, and there was a sound of waves from time to time.

"I'm exhausted, I have to work as a coolie in the company tomorrow, I don't want to go." Fang Jing unscrewed the beer bottle, handed it to Cen Jiu, and let him eat while drinking.

At night, because there were guests and he had to take care of Ye Chi's snack, Cen Jiu didn't eat anything.

Having been with Cen Jiu for a long time, Fang Jing had long understood the foodie heart hidden under Cen Jiu's cold appearance, probably because his career as a secret guard in the past ten years was too hard, and limited by objective conditions, the food in that era was definitely not as good as it is now so rich.

Thinking of this, Fang Jing felt a little sad again. Cen Jiu spent the first 19 years in another time and space. He was powerless to change, so he could only make up for it now.

"Then don't go." Cen Jiu raised his head and drank a bottle of beer, put the bottle at his feet, stroked the soft hair on Fang Jing's head, and said.

"No, Zhu Xuan invested a lot of money in it. Although this little money is not a big deal in the Zhu family, the money I invested in is hard-earned money." Fang Jing felt heartbroken. Keep an eye on what to do.

Even if you don't go to the office, you have to keep an eye on the construction site all the time, but there must be no shabby projects, otherwise it will be difficult to explain to the villagers.

"Then go with you." Cen Jiu ate quickly, and within a few words, he had already killed a chicken leg, two oysters, an eggplant, and two squid—fortunately, he didn't eat alone, and everything was delicious. I left some for Fang Jing.

Fang Jing raised his head and looked at the boyfriend beside him.

Under the moonlight, Cen Jiu's handsome face had a tinge of coldness, his skin seemed to follow the light, and his long and narrow eyes were full of tender affection.

An indescribable emotion surged in Fang Jing's heart.He touched the corner of Cen Jiu's mouth and said, "It's stained with sauce."

Cen Jiu lifted the hem of his jacket, wiped his mouth, and then leaned over to kiss Fang.

Fang Jing raised his head and kissed Cen Jiu.

"Eat it first, it won't taste good when it's cold." Fang Jing raised the back of his hand and wiped his mouth, and he and Cen Jiu ate the rest of the barbecue, lying on their backs on the stone as a corpse.

"It's so comfortable. I really don't want to move. I'll just lie there for the rest of my life."

Cen Jiu spread his arms, let Fang Jing rest on his arm, and said, "Then don't move."

Fang Jing was amused: "Don't eat? Don't take a shower or go to the toilet?"

"Hold you." Cen Jiu said.

Fang Jingchang thought for a moment that he was really lying on the bed motionless, eating, drinking, and having to be served by Cen Jiu, and laughed loudly: "It feels like an old man. If you are an old man who can't move, you will definitely find it disgusting."

"I don't dislike you." Cen Jiu turned his head and touched his face.

"It's not good." Fang Jing was a little thoughtful, "Now earn more money while we are young, and then have another child. When we are old in the future, we don't need him to take care of the elderly. Just let him sign it. The two of us The old man goes to live in a nursing home, does nothing every day, and chats with a group of old men and women in the yard in the sun."

Having said that, he turned his head to look at Cen Jiu: "We will always be together in the future, right?"

"En." Cen Jiu nodded, pulled back his arm, and took Fang Jing's hand.

The two leaned against each other, looking at the bright starry sky above, Fang Jing praised: "The night sky in the countryside is the most beautiful, and you can't see stars in the city."

"Well, the pollution is too serious." Cen Jiu said, raised his hand and "slapped" a buzzing mosquito to death.

Talking about love at the seaside is a very romantic thing, but there are too many mosquitoes, and after lying down for a while, Fang Jing was bitten all over his head and couldn't sit still, so he dragged Cen Jiu up and ran home.

Cen Jiu was dragged slowly by him, and after walking for a while, he stopped, his voice full of doubts.

"Here, men and men can have children?"