Fisherman's Secret

Today was really unlucky. First, he was robbed by someone, and then he encountered a psychopath, who eventually jumped off a building.

Fang Jing came out of the hospital, took out a cigarette, lit it, took two deep puffs, and exhaled the depression in his chest before twisting out the cigarette and throwing it into the trash can by the side of the road.

Then I hailed a taxi and went straight home.

"Is anyone you know hospitalized?" The driver brother asked enthusiastically.

"Hmm." Fang Jing couldn't arouse the interest of chatting, so he answered absent-mindedly, still thinking about that strange thing, which mental hospital he escaped from.

"Hey, these days, you can have everything, as long as you don't get sick. Once this person gets sick, no matter how much money he makes, it won't be yours. He will just work in the hospital for the rest of his life. Last month, my wife's Colleague, a nice young man, he got some kind of disease, ouch, that money made me feel heartbroken, and I spent tens of thousands of dollars a day in the hospital, and it hasn't improved yet..."

Fang Jing was tortured by mental illness to the point where he was exhausted physically and mentally. He was terribly exhausted. The big brother driver was a chatterbox, and he was the kind who couldn't read people's faces. Fang Jing ignored him, and he could talk vigorously on his own The noise made Fang Jing's forehead twitch, wishing he could stuff a rag into his mouth.

While waiting for the red light, Fang Jing glanced out the window boredly, and suddenly froze.

and many more!

Isn't the person in a sick suit who walked by the car window just now the psychopath?

The psychopath seems to want to cross the road, but the traffic is coming and going, and he can't even read the traffic lights, so he almost runs into him several times.

The red light changed to a green light, and the driver started the car. Fang Jing saw in the rearview mirror that the psychopath was still standing in the middle of the road, and the car whizzed past him, with an expression on his face as if he was facing a big enemy.

Fang Jing cursed inwardly, and said to the driver: "Stop!"

After getting out of the car, Fang Jing ran over quickly, pulled the psychopath back to the side of the road, and scolded him, "Don't you have eyes? How dare you rush towards the main road at a red light? You're so impatient." Do you just want to commit suicide like that? It’s good to be killed, and you’ll pay hundreds of thousands. Your parents will give birth to you, and it’s worth it. You never thought about it, what if you don’t get killed or disabled? You can’t take care of yourself , who do you count on to take care of you?"

The neurotic looked at him fixedly: "I don't have parents, and I don't want to commit suicide."

"If you don't want to commit suicide, can you get under the wheel of the cart?"

The neurotic said: "I can avoid it."

"Where is your home?" Fang Jing didn't want to talk to him, his head hurt from anger, he just wanted to send the Buddha to the West, send him home, send him to his family and everything will be fine.

The psychopath was silent for a long time, before answering after a long time: "I have no home."

"Then what's your surname?" Fang Jing thought that he had a buddy who seemed to be from the police station. With his name, he might be able to find out which corner he ran out from.

"I am the master's seventh-generation dark guard with the surname Cen, ranking ninth."

Fang Jing: "..."

Fang Jing was also silent, and after a while he raised his hand and patted the man's chest: "Brother, it's time to take medicine."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

After walking two steps, I saw the man still standing there, looking at the direction he left, with a look of bewilderment, as if the world was so big but he had nowhere to live.

Fang Jing only felt that there was an invisible giant hand dragging him behind him, and his steps towards walking became heavier and heavier, and he felt that he was also crazy.

Isn't he just a stranger?Wasn't it when he was robbed of his wallet, he acted bravely for justice once?Why does it seem like I owe him!

Thinking of this in his heart, Fang Jing finally turned around resignedly, walked up to the man, and said to him, "Follow me home first."

Fang Jing lived in a small place with only one bedroom and one living room. Although it was an old house, the landlord had redecorated it a few years ago. Fang Jing was the first tenant. It looked clean, and it was enough for one person to live in.

"Sit." Fang Jing pointed to the single sofa and said to Cen Jiu.

Cen Jiu sat down in silence.

Fang Jing went to the kitchen to boil water, then sat opposite Cen Jiu.

"Explain, what is the seventh-generation dark guard with the surname Cen? Who is your master?" Fang Jing said with a serious face.

"The master is the master of the Vermilion Bird Hall in the Great Qi Dynasty. I am his seventh-generation secret guard. According to the usual surname, I am the ninth."

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He knew that there were two Qi dynasties in Chinese history, but what the hell is Suzaku Hall?

Fang Jing said that he knew every word Brother Anwei said, but what if he couldn't understand all the words together?

But Brother Anwei's expression is very serious, and his expression is extremely serious, which means that either he really believes that he is the person of that ghost Daqi Dynasty, or he is a complete hypochondriac, or a very serious one.

Between these two options, Fang Jing undoubtedly chose the latter.

However, Fang Jing felt that it was necessary to work hard to save others before giving others the stamp of a mentally ill person.

"Great Qi Dynasty? What's the emperor's last name?" Fang Jing asked.

"open."

"What the hell is Suzaku Hall?"

"The emperor's dark guard."

"Oh." Fang Jing dragged his tone, and suddenly changed the subject, "Do you know what era it is?"

Brother Anwei looked bewildered.

Fang Jing sneered, resisting the desire to curse.

With shaking hands, he took out a cigarette from his pocket and took a deep breath until his lungs were filled with the choking smell of tobacco. Then he said, "I tell you, this is the People's Republic of China, and it's [-] A.D. In XX, it is not your big Qi Dynasty at all!"

He patted Brother Anwei on the shoulder, and said meaningfully: "Brother, the medicine really cannot be stopped."

There is nothing to say, this is definitely a patient in a mental hospital who forgot to take his medicine and ran out. Call to find out, and then send him back.Family members may be in a hurry now, so they should do good deeds.

Thinking about it, Fang Jing glanced at Brother Anwei again, feeling very sorry.

What a handsome face, but it's a pity that the brain is not clear.

The kitchen water rang, Fang Jing got up to add water.

After adding water, the phone rang again.

Fang Jing picked up the phone and saw that it was Fang's mother calling, and he picked it up: "Mom, what's the matter?"

"Can't I call you if I have nothing to do?" Mother Fang's voice sounded a little tired, "Are you okay outside alone? There is no one around to take care of you."

"I'm too old to take care of myself." Fang Jing was a little amused, and asked, "Where's my dad?"

"It's still the same. The weather is too hot, and it's uncomfortable to lie down all day long. When I wiped his back yesterday, I found that he had bedsores on his back. He has been suffering from bone pain for the past few days. Let him go to the hospital for a check. Ken, you're like a stubborn bull." Mother Fang began to sue her son.

Fang Jing's father was fishing in the early years, and then something happened to the fishing boat, and the people on the boat died. Although he escaped with his life, he was seriously injured, both legs were amputated, and his spine was severely damaged. He could only lie down all day long. on the bed.

There is also a younger brother in the family who has just entered junior high school. Fang's father can't do the work, and Fang's mother can only do all the big and small things in the family.

Fang Jing majored in cultural relics appraisal. After graduation, because of his mentor, he stayed in the museum in the city to work. He usually worked quite leisurely. Of course, the salary was not high. , and the rest are subsidized at home.

Recently, the museum was being refurbished, so Fang Jing was even more free.

"I'm fine recently, go back and see you and Dad, and persuade him by the way."

Mother Fang was very happy to hear that her son was coming back: "Hey, what about your work? Can you ask for leave?"

"It's okay, the museum is under renovation and it's on vacation." Fang Jing felt that he could be free for at least a month this time, and staying in the city was meaningless. It was nothing more than eating and drinking with colleagues and friends, spending money and suffering, so it was better to go home.

"Well, when you go home, call me so I can cook for you."

Fang Jing agreed, said a few more words, hung up the phone and returned to the living room, only to find that Brother Anwei had disappeared.

When did you leave?He didn't even hear the door close.

Fang Jing was a little baffled, ran to the balcony and saw that the balcony door was indeed open.

Just go and go!

Fang Jing was worried about Fang's father's health, so he quickly put Brother Anwei behind him, went to the bathroom to take a shower, asked the manager of the museum for leave, and then climbed into bed and fell asleep.

The next day, Fang Jing woke up early and took the car home.

Fang Jing's hometown is a small fishing village called Dongzhuang, which is surrounded by the sea on three sides. It takes four hours to take a long-distance bus from the city where he works, and then transfer from the city to the town's minibus.The road from the city to the town was full of potholes and unevenness. The dilapidated minibus sometimes seemed to be bumped into the sky, and sometimes fell to the bottom of the sea. It took more than an hour of bumps before finally returning to the town.

There are more than six miles from the town to the fishing village. There is no traffic and you can only rely on walking. The traffic is very inconvenient.

Fang Jing woke up early, and when he arrived in town, it was already afternoon.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but on the way back to the fishing village, he always felt that someone was following him. When he looked back, he saw only the dusty country road, not even a ghost.

Is hypochondriac contagious?

Fang Jing rubbed his forehead, feeling that he was getting more and more nervous.

The fishing village is far away, and the road is full of abandoned old houses. Because the owner is away all the year round, the yard is overgrown with weeds, and the doors and windows are broken.Only a few sporadic houses were smoking from the roofs, and fishing nets were hanging here and there in the yard.

With the depletion of coastal fishery resources, the first to be impacted are the local fishermen.

Fishing in the shallow sea is fruitless, and it is too dangerous to go to the deep sea. The fishing village is getting poorer and poorer. Many young people do not want to stay in the village and suffer poverty. No one lives in the houses in the country, and many of them are deserted.

On the way back to Dongzhuang, we had to pass a cemetery.

Seeing this cemetery, Fang Jing panicked.

Because more than half of the people buried in this cemetery were people who went fishing with his father in the ocean. The living people went out, and when they came back, they were in human form, and some of them didn't even find their bodies.

Fang Jing entered the village silently, walked around half of the village, and finally stopped in front of an ordinary small farmyard.

There are two fishing nets hanging in the yard, and a grape trellis near the base of the wall. Mother Fang is sitting under the grape trellis and is choosing vegetables.

Mother Fang is in her early fifties. She is a typical fisherman's woman. She is straightforward and capable. Because she has been fishing all year round in the wind and rain, her face has been blown dark and thin by the sea breeze. She looks at least ten years older than her actual age. .

Fang Jing felt that his mother seemed much older than the last time he saw her.

Knowing the reason why she has aged so quickly these past few years, Fang Jing felt extremely uncomfortable.

Seeing him coming in, Mother Fang laughed, revealing the deep wrinkles at the corners of her eyes: "Hey, Jingjing is back? Is it hot on the road? You go back to the house to rest for a while, and I'll cook right away."

Then he shouted into the house: "Old Fang, my son is back."

Fang Jing suppressed his emotions and said with a smile, "I'm going to wash my face, and I'll light a fire for you when I come back."

Fang Jing's family still uses the old-fashioned earthen stove, and the firewood they burn is fine in winter, but cooking in summer is a particularly tiring job, and after a meal, they can sweat quite a lot.

Mother Fang felt sorry for her son, so she pushed him and said, "It's just two dishes, and I'll prepare them in one go. It's hot, go and rest."

"Then I'll go see my dad."

Fang Jing poured water in the yard to wash his face, went in and took a look at Father Fang lying in the house.

The room is also very hot, there is no air conditioner, only a ceiling fan on the top turns and turns, and the wind blowing is hot.Father Fang was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, not sure if he was sleeping or thinking about something.

"Dad, how are you feeling today?"

"It's still the same." Fang's father smiled, and said to Fang's mother who followed closely into the door, "Help me up."

Mother Fang and Fang Jing helped Father Fang up. Fang Jing saw a dark yellow mark on the bed sheet. On a hot day, there was no air conditioner in the room. Father Fang was wearing a dark undershirt. My back is already wet with sweat.

Mother Fang took a pillow and put it behind Father Fang to lean on him.

Fang Jing wanted to lift up Father Fang's sweatshirt to see the bedsore on his back, but Father Fang stopped him by grabbing the hem of the sweatshirt.

"I'm fine, it's just like this when it's hot, and it'll be fine when it's cold."

Although Papa Fang moved fast enough, Fang Jing still saw that Papa Fang's back was red and swollen, and some places were already festering.

Fang Jing's eyes instantly turned red.

"Dad, you can't do this. Go to the hospital and have a look. Don't be afraid to spend money."

Father Fang glared at him and said, "I'm in good health. I don't need to go to the hospital. I'll be fine when the weather cools down."

"dad--"

"What are you yelling about? The yelling gave me a headache when I came back." Father Fang frowned, "Don't keep running home if you have nothing to do. Things are delayed. Don't listen to your mother, I'm fine."

Fang Jing wanted to persuade him again, but Fang's father suddenly became angry, and kicked him and Fang's mother out with a straight face.

Fang's mother forced a smile and said, "Your father has such a bad temper. He loves you because it's not easy for you to earn two dollars outside. His mouth is hard and his heart is soft. Forget it, don't talk about it, let's go eat."

How can Fang Jing still have the mind to eat, no matter how delicious the food is, it tastes like chewing meat in his mouth.

Father Fang was in a good mood, saying that he wanted to go out for a walk, and asked Fang Jing to push out the unused wheelchairs that had been piled up in the hut.

The miscellaneous room was full of things, and the windows could not be opened. In the dim light of the room, Fang Jing saw the wheelchair placed on top of the two canopy beds.

This small farmyard is the old house of Fang's family. The miscellaneous room was originally a guest room. When Fang's father was fishing a few years ago, he used it for the helpers to rest.Later, something happened at home, and the guest room was vacated, which was specially used to store sundries.

Fang Jing stepped on the canopy bed and reached for the wheelchair.

Suddenly, there was a stabbing pain in the palm of his hand, which was scratched by something. Fang Jing withdrew his hand, and a black bead fell down, rolled twice on the floor, and stopped at his feet.

Fang Jing wiped the wound on his palm, it was just a shallow scratch, not too serious, and he didn't take it to heart.

He bent down and picked up the bead. It was a very ordinary bead, dark and not pretty.

It was probably the marbles played by his younger brother, and was put away by Fang's mother.

When Fang Jing was about to put the bead into his pocket, a strange thing happened. The bead stained with his blood gradually became transparent, giving off a milky white light, and then turned into a white light and penetrated into his injured palm.

Fang Jing: "?!!"