Fisherman's Secret

They spent the best time of their lives in sunny California.

During the day, they wandered around, experiencing the charming scenery of California, and returned to the hotel at night to live a life of husband and wife without shame or impetuosity.

Far away from the familiar environment, both of them felt the pressure on their bodies suddenly lighten, just like passers-by who have been walking with a heavy load on their backs, the relief of suddenly throwing off the burden, the feeling of relief, couldn't be more relaxed.

This is a foreign country, surrounded by strangers, maybe they will only pass by passers-by on the street once in a lifetime, no matter how outrageous actions he and Cen Jiu make, there is no pressure.

But the small place in Dongzhuang is different.

Counting up to three generations, who doesn't know who!

He himself doesn't care about other people's opinions, but he doesn't want Cen Jiu to let his family be judged because of his sexual orientation.

For this reason, Fang Jing always felt that he owed Cen Jiu something.He likes Cen Jiu, and it is the kind of love that he wants to be with him all his life, but because of his family, he has been hiding the relationship between the two, which is actually very unfair to Cen Jiu.

Family is an inseparable part of his life, since he has already owed something in this respect, Fang Jing will naturally want to work hard to make up for him in other places.

No matter how cute Cen Jiu is, no matter how ignorant of common sense, social ability is negative, and he has no interest in anything other than himself, Fang Jing doesn't care.

As long as Cen Jiu lives well and healthy, even if he doesn't do anything, as long as he can be by his side, that's enough.

He took Cen Jiu around.

It was late spring when they came, and the timing was just right. They went to visit Yosemite National Principality, and visited the glacial granite reliefs made by nature, as well as the magnificent redwood forest.

Then they went all the way west to the beautiful and charming Monterey Peninsula.

Here is the most beautiful beach, the richest neighbors, the most comfortable golf course, the most beautiful cypresses, it is simply the most ideal resort.

"It's so beautiful here, and it's so leisurely." Fang Jing lay face up on the beach, with a peaked cap covering his face, and the gentle sea breeze blew past, bringing an indescribable sense of comfort.

"Yeah." Cen Jiu sat beside him, his eyes half-closed, and the expression on his face was rarely relaxed.

Fang Jing's heart moved, and he said, "Do you like this place?"

"It's fine here."

"From now on, we will take time to come and play for two months every year." Fang Jing took off his hat, looked at Cen Jiuying's aggressive face in the sun, and suddenly his heart was turbulent, and he couldn't hold it back.

"Lower your head a little." He waved at Cen Jiu.

Cen Jiu lowered his head according to his words, Fang Jing raised his neck and kissed him on the chin.

"How can you be so handsome?" Fang Jing exclaimed.

When he met Cen Jiu, Cen Jiu was only 19 years old, his face was full of vicissitudes, his eyes were lifeless, and he seemed to have no vitality at all.In the past few years with Fang Jing, although the appearance is still indifferent, Fang Jing can clearly feel how much this person's temperament has changed.

His face remained unchanged, still extremely handsome, the ruthless aura around him faded, replaced by a kind of indifferent reserve, his image and temperament were simply perfect, and he turned heads when he went out.

Cen Jiu himself seemed unconscious, his expression was indifferent, but his eyes were shining with happiness.

"You're nice and handsome, too," he said.

"I can't compare to you. I'm old. When I met little girls when I went out, they would call me big brother sweetly. Now when I go out, even children as old as Xiao Le call me uncle." Fang Jing was filled with emotion.

Obviously he is only 29, exactly the age of a flower of youth!

Having lived with this person for several years, Cen Jiu is also very familiar with some aspects of Fang Jing's urination, and said: "Even if you are 80 years old, and your face is full of orange peels, I don't dislike you."

Don't you just care about the fact that you are six years younger than him?He was only six years old, and he didn't understand why Fang Jing was always fussing about, and——

Sometimes Cen Jiu couldn't help thinking darkly in his heart, with such a tender face, no matter how much he emphasized the fact of being older, people would still only think that Fang Jing was the younger of the two brothers when he went out.

So Fang Jing was cured, no longer entangled with this problem, stood up with a pat on the buttocks, and jumped into the sea gracefully like a male mermaid.When leaving California, Fang Jing went to the surrogacy agency recommended by Li Junxin, and communicated with the person in charge for several hours. After choosing a surrogate mother, Fang Jing took Cen Jiu to travel around the world for honeymoon.

They set off from the United States, traveled all the way south, crossed half of the chaotic South America, then flew across the Atlantic Ocean, went north from Africa, traveled around Europe, and then returned to the United States from the country of the fighting nation to pick up the child born by surrogacy It took 380 days to return home.

So, when Fang Jing and Cen Jiu, who had been away for a whole year, returned to Dongzhuang with a child who was obviously not born long ago, Mother Fang couldn't believe her eyes.

Who will tell her what's going on?

Why did he bring back two children even though he was only going on a trip?

Fang's mother was full of suspicion, and blurted out: "Son, why did you steal another child back?"

Suddenly, a group of black crows flew over Fang Jing's head.

"Mom, this is my son."

"But this child is so beautiful and chubby so cute. He's only two or three months old. How can you be willing to do it? You two guys don't know how to take care of children—" Fang's mother said in the middle, suddenly Responding, "Son, what did you say? You, your son?!"

"Well, my son."

what?

What is more frightening than being away from home for a whole year and finally coming back, only to find your son holding a child in his arms?

That is, the son got married outside without saying a word, and even the child was born, but he didn't think of telling them to be parents, even if it was not easy to say it face to face, there was not even a short message!

Mother Fang was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously looked out.

"Don't look, your daughter-in-law is not here." Fang Jing reminded lightly.

"Scared?" Mother Fang came back to her senses and asked, "That's right, where is my daughter-in-law?"

Fang Jing's face darkened, and without saying a word, he carried the child to the kitchen to mix milk powder and feed it.

What's wrong with this?

Mother Fang looked suspicious, and turned her gaze to Cen Jiu, but Cen Jiu was holding a smaller baby in his arms, and followed into the kitchen expressionlessly.

"..." Mother Fang.

This seems to have a story too.

She glanced at it just now, and the faces of the two little babies were different, so they must not belong to the same family.

"Old Fang, what do you think is going on with Xiao Jing and Chen?" Fang's mother asked Fang's father with a puzzled face.

Father Fang was also at a loss: "I don't know."

He was Fang's mother who asked someone to call him back!

"Are you saying that Xiao Jing was dumped by a woman outside?" Fang's mother guessed.

In the conservative view of this simple fisherman's woman, it is taken for granted that only married people will have children, and pregnancy before marriage is simply out of her scope of consideration.

My son went out for a year and came back with only the child, but did not take the child with his mother. It must be that the other party did not want to come back with his son. The son she raised would definitely not be that kind of irresponsible bastard.

As for Cen Jiu, let alone, that child couldn't fart for a long time, he was honest and introverted, and the women outside were so powerful, he must be bullied.

"Just ask Xiaojing and the two of them later." In comparison, Fang's father was obviously much calmer.

Fang Jing came back from feeding the child, and without waiting for them to ask, he took the initiative to tell them the origin of the child.

Of course, this is a story that Fang Jing had thought up a long time ago. It is very bloody and very tearful.

He and Cen Jiu met a girlfriend each in a foreign country, and they had a harmonious relationship, and there was a tendency to develop in the direction of talking about marriage. However, the two girls' lives were relatively bad. , The front of the car they were driving was deformed by the collision, and it was already dead when they were sent to the emergency room. In the end, they only had time to take out the child by caesarean section.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be such a sad story, and Mother Fang immediately sighed: "It's so pitiful, what about her family? Does her family have any objections when you bring the child back?"

Fang Jing had already thought about this question, and replied naturally: "She was adopted, her adoptive parents have passed away long ago, and there are no other relatives in this world."

The kind-hearted and soft-hearted mother Fang burst into tears at that time, feeling sorry for the daughter-in-law who had never met, and even more pitiful for the little grandson who lost his mother at birth.

"How can this happen? People nowadays, why do they drink and drive? It hurts themselves and others." Fang's mother sighed for a while, thinking that she still had a little grandson to take care of, she cheered up and asked Cen Jiu again. , "What about you, Xiao Chen?"

Cen Jiu raised his eyes to look at Fang Jing, and said expressionlessly, "They were in the same car at the time."

Mother Fang: "..."

Father Fang took a deep look at his son and Cen Jiu, and said, "Don't ask so many questions, while it's still early, hurry up and buy something for the children, there is nothing at home."

Mother Fang nodded again and again: "Oh, that's right, I don't have any milk powder diapers at home, so I'll go buy them right away."

After saying that, Fang's mother went out, still riding the old men's bicycle, and ran to the newly built shopping mall in the town to buy baby products, so fast that Fang Jing shouted and didn't stop.

The two cubs were only a few months old. They had been on the plane for more than ten hours, and they had been in low spirits. When they got home, they started to twitch and cry. The voice was as thin as that of a newborn kitten. Defang's mother's heart was sore.

What a crime, I lost my mother when I was born, those drivers who were drunk and drove into accidents deserve to die!

When Mother Fang came back, she made milk powder and changed the baby's diaper. After all, the person who brought up two children was more up to standard than Fang Jing's. The baby obviously cried less when she was in Mother Fang's hands.

On this day, the whole family hardly slept, and they all stayed by their children's side. It was not until the two children finally ate and drank enough and fell asleep wearing clean and refreshing cotton clothes that everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"You guys go to sleep, the kids let me and your dad stay here, you two and a half young men, how can you take care of the kids, your little buttocks are cracked." Mother Fang waved her hand seeing that the undersides of their eyes were blue. , drove them back to the house.

Fang Jing saw that the child was indeed more obedient and obedient in his mother's hands. It should be because his mother took care of him more comfortably, so he nodded and went back to bed with Cen Jiu.

He and Cen Jiu haven't had a good night's sleep since they brought the two little ancestors to their side. Now that they are home, they know that the child is being taken care of by his mother, and if he is so sleepy, give him a pillow, and he can immediately fall asleep on the floor.

In the fishing village in early summer, the scent of azalea is carried by the evening wind, and the dark fragrance floats.

In the quiet small fishing village, the lights reflect the sea.

Fang Jing was lying on the big bed at home, only feeling that after running outside for a year, all the tiredness surged up at this moment.

He was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, but he waited half asleep and half awake, until the bathroom door rang, and a slightly cool body lay down beside him, he completely relaxed reflexively, and slowly fell asleep.

Before falling into the sweetest sleep, he spoke.

"Little Nine."

"Ah."

"It's good to be home."

"Ah."