Fisherman's Secret

In the dead of night, everything is silent, only a little bit of starlight outside the window, which spills in through the corner of the open curtain, illuminating the small space.

On the small Simmons bed, two figures entangled and embraced each other—pure sleep.

The temperature of the air conditioner in the room was very low, Fang Jing was wrapped in a towel and quilt, and Cen Jiu was fastened tightly to sleep soundly.

On the bedside table was a plastic alarm clock bought for ten yuan, and the hour hand was pointing to two o'clock in the morning.

As if a monitor had been installed in his body, Fang Jing, who was soundly asleep, sat up from the bed with a "thump", his eyes were still closed, but he got out of bed automatically, touched the table, and knew the way He quickly took out the drawing book from the drawer, opened it, and began to draw symbols.

Behind him, Cen Jiu, who was already asleep, quietly opened his eyes, saw Fang Jing's strange behavior, frowned, and quietly picked up his phone and poked it.

This is not the first time he has seen Fang Jing like this.

He has also seen this kind of illness. Once he was ordered by the emperor to get rid of a minister who he disliked and could not touch him openly. He lurked in the minister's house and found that the minister's new favorite concubine had this problem. That time, he didn't even do it himself. The concubine got up in the middle of the night, took the fruit-peeling knife on the table, and stabbed the minister to death like cutting fruit.

Fang Jing's current appearance is similar to that of that concubine. He can't be woken up simply and rudely, so he can only pay more attention.

Cen Jiu lay motionless on the bed, paying attention to Fang Jing's actions all the time. Fortunately, after Fang Jing drew ghost symbols for a while, he climbed onto the bed as if nothing had happened, wrapped Cen Jiu in a towel like a koala and continued unconsciously. He fell asleep, quite a bit like Fang Xiaole was holding him back then.

Cen Jiu saw that he was breathing steadily and seemed to have fallen asleep, so he poked Fang Jing's fair cheek with his finger. The two brothers both had a problem, they liked to sleep with things hugged.

Fang Jing twitched his eyebrows, turned over, rubbed one long leg on Fang Jing's waist, and slept soundly.

I had a dream of a shipwreck all night, and when I woke up the next day, Fang Jing felt exhausted, as if someone was holding a big hammer and hitting him hard in his head, he had a splitting headache, and his pants were still greasy. uncomfortable.

After realizing what it was, Fang Jing's handsome face suddenly darkened. The life of a single man is so careless, especially when Cen Jiu sleeps next to him like a piece of fresh and delicious sweet cake every night. Being able to hold on to it is considered to be very strong.

Let's go buy another bed tomorrow, collect the things in the living room, and then put a small bed should be enough.

Fang Jing thought about it, stroked his forehead that was throbbing with pain, got up unsteadily, opened the closet, took out a pair of clean underwear and changed into it.

He used to live alone, and he was used to it. Besides, Cen Jiu was usually like a ghost, unless he wanted to appear, otherwise he would hardly notice his existence.

Fang Jing closed the door without any trouble, and stood in front of the cabinet to change clothes.

When Cen Jiu came back from buying breakfast, he pushed the door open and went in, his whole body froze.

Knock on the door?

Hehe, Da Qi said to the dark guard who had traveled across, that he didn't have this concept.

Fang Jing was stunned, still maintaining the golden rooster's independent posture, standing on the ground with one hand, and sticking one foot into his trousers, the shirt he just put on hadn't had time to button up, revealing most of his chest, and his bowed back Back a thin waist.

Cen Jiu has a calm demeanor. When he was a secret guard, he lived in Datongpu. Seven or eight secret guards lived in one room. He saw too many men's naked bodies, but no one had a body like him. Fang Jing also brought him such a big impact.

The legs are so white and the skin is so tender, and the waist is so thin, like a woman.

Cen Jiu glanced at Fang Jing, his eyes seemed to miss Fang Jing's important parts twice, and he was quite delicate.

Fang Jing suddenly became furious: "What are you looking at?!"

"Dinner, I'm going to be late for work." Cen Jiu turned around and went out calmly, closing the door behind him.

Fang Jing: "..."

Were the ancients so open?Looking at other people's bodies so calmly?Or is his figure really unattractive to Cen Jiu?

Fang Jing thought, no, obviously when he was in the fishing village, he thought it was too hot, so he wore the old man's beach pants with bare arms, and this guy hated him so much that he insisted on putting on clothes.

It can only be said that brother Anwei's mind is too complicated, it is really difficult to guess.

Fang Jing quickly brushed his teeth, took a shower, and sat down at the table to have breakfast.

Today's breakfast is the beef noodles downstairs, as well as the kimchi pickled by the boss himself. Both Fang Jing and Cen Jiu love it very much.

There was only one bowl on the table, and two disposable plastic bowls were thrown in the trash can. It was obvious that Cen Jiu had already eaten his own portion, squatting in the bathroom, not knowing what he was doing.

Fang Jing ate the noodles in two or three mouthfuls, and decided to explain some common sense to Cen Jiu. An embarrassing incident like today is embarrassing enough if it happens once!

"Cen Jiu—" He coughed and said, "We need to talk."

Cen Jiu came out of the bathroom, holding a piece of washed cloth in his hand.

After seeing clearly what the little cloth was, Fang Jing's old face suddenly burned, he forgot what he wanted to say, and ran over quickly to grab it with one hand, feeling extremely embarrassed.

He hasn't had his underwear washed since junior high school, not even Fang's mother, why is this Cen Jiu so fast!

"I used to live alone, so I didn't pay much attention to many habits." He cleared his cough, suppressed his embarrassment, touched his burning ears, and said, "Now that we live together , In some places, it is better to have three chapters. First, no matter what you or I do in the room alone, you must remember to knock on the door before entering."

The dark history of being seen naked must never happen again.

"Second, it's good to know everyone's inner beauty; third——"

There is one, two, three in everything, but Fang Jing thought about the third point, but he didn't think of a suitable one, so he said, "I haven't thought about the third point yet, I'll talk about it later when I think about it."

Cen Jiu glanced at Fang Jing again with that strange look, and finally stayed in Fang Jing's lower three lanes for a few more seconds, successfully making Fang Jing furious.

"What are you looking at again?!"

"Okay, remember to knock on the door." Cen Jiu was kind and reminded him, "I'm going to be late for work."

"Ah? Why is it already eight o'clock, I'm going to be late!" Fang Jing looked at the time, screamed strangely, quickly dried the underwear, rushed into the room, took the bag and got ready to go to work, when he saw the drawing book spread out Ben, picked it up and glanced at it.

"Huh?" Fang Jing called out.

Cen Jiu, who was originally the door god at the door of the bathroom, almost moved to the door like an arrow, and knocked on the door.

"This, this, this, this..." Fang Jing raised his drawing book and shook it at Cen Jiu, with a strange expression on his face.

Cen Jiu twitched his eyebrows and looked at him.

"Did you draw this?" After a few days, Fang Jing got up every morning to add to the drawing book, and the graffiti that was originally a ghost drawing was connected together. It looked like a nautical chart with a big X in the middle.

Cen Jiu looked at him with a silly expression on your face.

This expression is wrong!

"You drew it." Cen Jiu said.

Fang Jing: "..."

He looked dazed, obviously having no memory of it.

"You get up at two o'clock every morning to draw."

Fang Jing: "..."

With nothing to prove, Cen Jiu picked up the mobile phone beside the bed and clicked on a video to show him. Fang Jing picked it up with a suspicious face, only to see a dark place with a vague shadow moving around.

"Oh my god!" Even Fang Jing, who was quite courageous, was taken aback and almost threw his phone out.

"It's just sleepwalking." Cen Jiu glanced at him. Other people's sleepwalking is climbing mountains, chopping firewood, hunting, cooking and washing clothes, and he is a ghost. At first, Cen Jiu was really worried that he would stab himself to death with a pen.

Fang Jing thought for a while, and clicked on the other videos saved in his phone.

In the video, he closed his eyes like he was jumping, got up stiffly, touched the table very skillfully, took out the drawing book very skillfully, and began to doodle very skillfully.

"..." Fang Jing fell silent after watching the video.

"Since when did I... like this?" he asked.

Cen Jiu replied: "Go out to sea with your classmates and come back."

Fang Jing frowned.

He was sure that he didn't have this problem before, but why did he suddenly have the symptom of sleepwalking?He thought of his new problem now, every time he came across a cultural relic, he was prone to daydreaming.

Fang Jing thought left and right, looked at the chart in the drawing book and remained silent, always feeling that something was wrong.

However, as time passed by, Fang Jing didn't have time to think too much. He was about to go to work, and when he went out, he stuffed the drawing book into his bag.

When Fang Jing entered the museum, he turned on the computer and saw the information in the archives, with a "ding" sound, he finally connected what he always thought was wrong.

The cultural relics that he would daydream after touching were all fished out of shipwrecks or rivers, lakes and seas!

It's all about water!

That's it!

In the underground collection room, there are still some broken copper, iron, porcelain and pottery left over from the previous museum. Because the porcelain pieces of some parts have not been found, they have not been spliced ​​together.

Fang Jing tried to pick up a few pieces, but there was no response from the ancient coins unearthed from ancient tombs. One of the dilapidated Ming Dynasty blue and white porcelain vases showed those cheating pictures again.

Fang Jing tried a few things, and finally confirmed one thing, that is the side effect of water bubbles, which can only appear when in contact with water-related cultural relics.

He spread his palm, silently looking at the faint imprint on the palm that was almost invisible, wondering what kind of bead it is, not only allowing him to walk and breathe freely in the sea water, but also not being affected by the pressure. It can still have such a wonderful effect.

"This is really a treasure." Fang Jing said to himself, happy.

With this wonderful skill, can he go out and stroll around the Antique Street like in novels and TV, pick up a treasure casually, and sell it for a sky-high price? !

Such a golden finger, if you don't make good use of it, you will be sorry for yourself.

Fang Jing laughed as he thought about the wonderful scene of sweeping the Antique Street in the future, with a group of master-level treasure appraisers following behind, vying to be his disciples.

"Xiao Fang, the materials I asked you to sort out a few days ago need to be translated into English. Have you got someone to translate them?"

The director's critical voice came from the door, and Fang Jing was instantly brought back to reality from the fantasy of the domineering test of the second grader's domineering test showing the world.

"It has been translated, and I am looking for someone to proofread it."

The director nodded: "Get it done quickly, don't make mistakes."

The museum often has crooked nuts to visit, and a bad one can easily cause jokes.

Fang Jing has experience in this matter. During weekends or golden holidays, there are a lot of people visiting the museum. Many people get up early to line up, and the electronic screen will scroll to prompt Chinese and English admission instructions. Once, a crooked Nut pointed out that there is an error in it!

Of course, this mistake has been corrected long ago, but it still makes the director very mindful, and the content of the translation in the future must be perfect.

After finishing the translation work, Fang Jing will have nothing to do in the afternoon. He took out his drawing book and began to study this simple nautical chart.

Almost without thinking too much, Fang Jing could guess that this must be the chart of the sea area where the Siamese envoy ship passed through in the dream, and the location of the sunken ship is at the big X position on this chart.

Fang Jing read a lot of materials, made countless investigations on the craftsmanship of the ruby ​​earring he took out from Haigu, and took photos, and asked a professor in the university who specialized in this field, and came to the conclusion that this earring should be It is a work of the late fourteenth century AD.

At the end of the Yuan Dynasty and the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, the Luohu Kingdom in the south, that is, the Ayutthaya Kingdom of Ayutthaya conquered the Sukhothai Kingdom of Siam. Later, Ming Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang canonized King Ayutthaya as the King of Siam.

This also makes sense. During the Ming Dynasty, dozens of countries in Southeast Asia paid tribute to the Great Heavenly Dynasty. At that time, the navigation technology was already very mature.

These all matched the Siamese envoy ship he saw in his dream.

"But where exactly are the coordinates of the sunken ship?" Fang Jing frowned as he looked at the simple graffiti nautical chart on the drawing book.

He sleepwalked in the middle of the night and got up to draw the nautical chart, so couldn't he draw more finely?There is not even a coordinate, just a general location, so how can he determine the coordinates of a sunken ship in such a large sea area?

Forget it, never mind, let's get off work first.

Fang Jing put the drawing book in his bag and went home from get off work.

He has always been frugal. Even though he fished out a piece of ebony a while ago and made more than 100 million yuan, he has a detailed plan for every penny and can't mess around. At present, he and Cen Jiu's living needs still depend on his money. A meager salary.

The nature of Fang Jing’s job is clerical, and he doesn’t usually exercise enough, and the museum he goes to work is only three stops away from his home. If he is not in a hurry, he will choose to walk home most of the time after get off work. It’s not to save money. It's time to exercise.

Cen Jiu called in the afternoon and came to report that he would be busy today and would not be able to go home until later. Fang Jing felt that it was meaningless to stay at home alone. Strolling home, if you see something delicious on the way, you can even buy some for Cen Jiu to taste.

Thinking of Cen Jiu's viciousness when eating, Fang Jing couldn't help complaining about the emperor of the Great Qi Dynasty who didn't know whether it existed in history. Hungry into that virtue.

However, although Cen Jiu usually talked less and was more silent, and rarely talked about his past as a hidden guard, Fang Jing could still guess the situation of the group of hidden guards at that time from the occasional words and phrases he mentioned.

Thinking back to what the doctor said in the hospital back then, Cen Jiu had hidden injuries all over his body. Now that he is young, it is not obvious, but after all, the root of the injury has been injured. If he does not take good care of it, he will be full of illnesses when he grows old.

Although Fang Jing is frugal, he is not stingy, especially the people he recognizes as close to him are very generous.

Cen Jiu ate a lot, so he tried every means to make him full, and captured some useful information from the nuances of Cen Jiu's willingness to accept food.

For example, Cen Jiu is not picky when eating, but he obviously loves fruits and sweets. He prefers fried or stir-fried ones rather than steamed ones.

He guessed that it was probably due to the constraints of the low level of productivity in ancient times. The ancient diet was mostly steamed and stewed, and because of transportation, it was difficult to eat fruits that were not in season.Yiqi Hongchen concubine laughed, no one knew it was the allusion from litchi, but he still knew it.

Such treatment must only be enjoyed by nobles, and a hidden guard like Cen Jiu must not be able to enjoy it.

Fang Jing's territorial consciousness is very serious, so he usually looks a little cold-hearted. This is caused by the great changes in his family back then, and after seeing all the warmth and warmth of human relationships. He is actually a very soft person by nature. It's all about trying to take care of it.

Thinking of Cen Jiu's difficult life in the first half of his life, it was rare to meet him in this life. Although the two of them didn't make it clear, they both had some ambiguous meanings to each other. Fang Jing wanted to treat him as well as possible within his ability.

When he was in college, there was a Chinese medicine college next door, and there was an old Chinese doctor with good skills in it. Why don't you take Cen Jiu there one day to get his pulse and prescribe a couple of medicinal meals for him to nourish his body?

So, when he took a shortcut and passed by a construction site under construction with a lot of fruit and sweets, he rubbed his eyes in disbelief when he saw the figure sweating profusely on the construction site carrying a cement bag.

Isn't that, that, that, Cen Jiu?

Fang Jing was shocked immediately, and then an inexplicable anger rose up.

So the work Cen Jiu mentioned meant moving bricks and cement on the construction site?

It's not that he looks down on work like moving bricks on the construction site. As long as he is strong and willing to work, he can earn much more money a month moving bricks on the construction site than he can in an office. He would rather not.

He was racking his brains on how to quilt him, but Cen Jiu ran to the construction site to work hard.

Others carry two bags, he carries four bags and five bags, and runs fast back and forth.

Don't you know that your body has suffered a lot?Show off your strength?

As long as he thinks that Cen Jiu has been carrying the cement on the construction site all day under the sun that can make people dizzy these days, he feels that the powder tickets he received that day are a bit hot.

How much steel and concrete do you have to move in a day to earn 600 yuan?

And there is not even a safety protection on the top of the head. If something falls, the head will be opened.

"Cen Jiu!"