Fisherman's Secret

The museum has its own literature database. After get off work, Fang Jing did not rush home. He went to the literature room to look up materials, hoping to obtain more information about the Siamese shipwreck.

Most of those documents are very old, and they are basically marked in classical Chinese. Even Fang Jingxue's cultural relic appraisal major only has a half-knowledge of some of them.

While flipping through the documents, he took notes and quickly forgot about the rest. It was not until a crisp and pleasant cell phone rang that Fang Jing suddenly came back to his senses and found that it was already nine o'clock.

He glanced at the caller ID, it was Cen Jiu calling, and he pressed the answer button.

"Still off work?" After getting along for nearly a month, Cen Jiu's tone of voice became much more proficient, not as blunt and strange as before.

Fang Jing thought, the voice is quite nice.

"I'll be right back." Fang Jing rubbed his sore brows and said.

After all, this was also the first day he and Cen Jiu lived together, and Fang Jing felt guilty for leaving him alone at home.

"Have you eaten yet?" Cen Jiu asked again.

"Not yet." It's okay not to mention this, but when it comes to eating, Fang Jing only feels that his stomach is growling with hunger.

"What about you?" He asked Cen Jiu.

"No."

"What do you want to eat? When I go back, I will buy some food and go back. You cook the rice."

Cen Jiu said a few things, and they were all Fang Jing's favorite food.

Fang Jing said hello, hung up the phone, got up and cleared the table, closed the doors and windows, and went downstairs.

The museum was only three stops away from where Fang Jing lived. When I got out of the car, I saw Cen Jiu carrying a plastic bag and wearing the shirt and trousers that Fang Jing bought for him. An irresistible sharpness caused several little girls waiting for the bus to keep looking at him.

Cen Jiu didn't realize it, he was holding a plastic bag in one hand and Fang Jing's old mobile phone in the other, and was about to call Fang Jing.

When Fang Jing got out of the car, Cen Jiu looked over.

After a one-month vacation, I feel a little burnout when I go back to work. Fang Jing has been working overtime to check information, and now he is so tired that his eyelids are battering, and he is too lazy to cook. He saw a KFC open opposite the station, and dragged Cen Jiu in. I bought two chicken leg burgers and a chicken wing, thinking of Cen Jiu's big appetite, I added another family bucket.

"I'm too tired, I don't want to cook, so just eat something." Fang Jing said.

Cen Jiu put the plastic bag in his hand on the chair, picked up a hamburger and devoured it.

Fang Jing usually doesn't like to eat these, but seeing Cen Jiu's delicious food, he couldn't help but whet his appetite. He ate a hamburger, drank a glass of iced Coke, and also ate a medium-sized french fries and two pieces of chicken wings .

Seeing that he didn't eat, Cen Jiu ate all the leftovers, sipped on Coke, and sat in the shop with Fang Jing to blow on the air conditioner.

Fang Jing's eyes fell on the plastic bag in his hand, and asked, "What did you take?"

"Clothes." Cen Jiu replied expressionlessly.

Fang Jing thought that the clothes he bought himself, although he was a little curious why they were packed in a plastic bag, did not ask any further questions.

The two turned on the air conditioner for a while, finished the coke, and the heat on their bodies was almost dissipated, and then they got up and went home.

Fang Jing was so tired that he entered the house, turned on the air conditioner, picked up his clothes, took a shower in the bathroom, climbed into bed and fell asleep.

As usual, Cen Jiu still had to practice for a while, Fang Jing fell into a drowsy sleep, and felt the mattress beside him sink a little, and then a slightly cool body leaned over.

When Fang Jing was half asleep and half awake, he thought it was Fang Xiaole, and pulled the quilt to wrap him around him, hugged him, said something indistinctly, and continued to sleep with his arms around him.

After falling asleep, start dreaming.

It was still the dream of the sinking ship, but this time the dream was clearer and more continuous, unlike last time, it was just a few intermittent pictures.

In his dream, he seemed to see the Siamese envoy ship sailing out to sea with the wind and waves, sailing along the coastline into the Gulf of Siam, and finally sailing into the west of East Asia via the Celebes Sea. According to the nautical chart, it should be going to the ancient Tianchao, but for some unknown reason, the envoy ship deviated from its course and entered the Pacific Ocean.

In the Pacific Ocean, the mission ship encountered a big storm, and finally hit the rocks and sank into the cold seabed.

Fang Jing got up from the bed like a sleepwalker, without turning on the light, closed his eyes and took out the drawing book from the drawer, scribbled on the paper, and then closed his eyes and touched the bed unconsciously to sleep again.

Fang Jing opened his eyes the next day, and unexpectedly found that Cen Jiu didn't get up to practice, but was lying on the bed, and looked again, okay, Cen Jiu was hugged by him, and he didn't move.

Fang Jing hesitated for a moment, let go of his hand quickly, and said: "I'm sleepy, I thought it was Xiao Le, he doesn't sleep honestly, he always likes to kick people." So every time he sleeps with Fang Xiaole, he will act first and imprison him by your side.

Cen Jiu glanced at him and got up silently.

For more than a month, probably due to a proper diet and good nutritional supplements, Cen Jiu's complexion has improved a lot, there is some flesh on his cheeks, the contours of his eyebrows and eyes are deep, his facial features are aggressive, and his body is still lean and lean. No amount of meat will be seen.

Fang Jing was really curious about where he ate so much food.

The sound of Cen Jiu washing up came from outside, and the sound of the door being opened and closed after a while.

Fang Jing stretched comfortably on the bed, dawdled for a while and then got up, and was stunned when he saw the drawing book opened on the table.

He clearly remembered that this drawing book was kept in a drawer, why did it get on the table?

When I opened it, I saw a stick figure crookedly drawn on the middle page, which made me even more puzzled.

When was this drawn?How could he have no impression at all.

Fang Jing rubbed his forehead, feeling like he had forgotten something.

He thought for a while and couldn't think of it, so he ignored it, closed the drawing book, put it in the drawer, went to the kitchen to boil water, and took the regularly washed clothes last night to the balcony to dry.

But what the hell is that old, dusty piece of fabric on the balcony?He is sure that there should be no such gray clothes that can't be seen clearly at home.

Fang Jing squinted his eyes and looked at it for a long time, only to realize that it was the tattered old clothes that Cen Jiu wore when they met for the first time?

Wasn't it already thrown away when I was in the hospital?When did Cen Jiu pick it up again?

Fang Jing was stunned immediately, after thinking about it, he decided to respect Cen Jiu's habit and pretend he didn't see it.

The kitchen water rang, and the water boiled.

Fang Jing went to get a cup to pour boiling water, and saw 500 yuan pressed under the remote control of the coffee table, which he left at home yesterday, and Cen Jiuyi did not move.

He raised his eyebrows, and suddenly thought that since he met Cen Jiu, Cen Jiu seemed to have never asked him for money, and he hadn't thought of this either.It was okay when I was in the fishing village. Anyway, I ate and lived at home, and Cen Jiu was almost always with him at ordinary times, and there was nothing special to spend money on. Now when I go back to Haicheng, I have to spend money sitting at home. The money on the table Didn't move, how did Cen Jiu spend the whole day yesterday?

By the way, the last time he fished ebony, he didn't seem to pay Cen Jiu a salary!

Just as he was thinking, there was a small sound outside the door, Cen Jiu opened the door with a key, and came in with a hot breakfast.

"You didn't take the money from the coffee table." Fang Jing was a little unhappy, feeling that Cen Jiu was too outsider.

Cen Jiu put the breakfast on the table and said, "I found a job yesterday, and the wages are paid daily."

"Ah?" Fang Jing was taken aback for a moment, "You found a job?"

Just came back yesterday, this move is fast enough.

But Fang Jing was very happy when Cen Jiu found a job. After all, he had to go to work, and it would be boring for Cen Jiu to stay at home alone.

Fang Jing originally wanted to ask him about his work, but it was getting late, he was rushing to work, and he didn't have time to eat breakfast, so he had to carry it on the way to eat.

"Let's talk about it when we come back tonight."

He and Cen Jiu parted ways at the museum. Fang Jing got on the museum bus, and Cen Jiu watched him leave. Then he turned around and walked several streets to a construction site.

"It's so early today?" Although he only worked for one day, the uncle who watched the construction site was quite impressed with Cen Jiu. After all, it is really rare to see such a young man with such great strength.

Cen Jiu walked to the bathroom of the work shed, silently changed into the old gray clothes, and then walked towards a large transport truck on the construction site.

That's right, the job Cen Jiu was looking for was a porter on the construction site. It didn't depend on education or experience, as long as he was strong and worked hard.