Fisherman's Secret

After taking a comfortable bath to get rid of the heat, Fang Jing played with the copper coins in his hand.

A very ordinary Qianlong Tongbao has a blue patina on the pitted surface, and the scratches on the back are very mottled, hidden under the thin patina, and you can't find it if you don't look carefully.

Fang Jing carefully brushed off the patina on the surface, dipped in the inkpad, and spread the lines on the back onto a piece of white paper.

Fang Jing sighed as he looked at the crooked talisman. Not to mention him, even Professor Lu, who is most proficient in the history of Ming and Qing Dynasties, probably wouldn't be able to see what kind of ghost it was.

After looking at it for a long time, Fang Jing couldn't find any clues, so he had to carefully put away the copper coins and throw them in the drawer.

Looking up at the wall clock on the wall, it was almost nine o'clock, and Cen Jiu was about to leave get out of class.

Fang Jing jumped up from the bed, put on his clothes, and went out to pick up someone.

The deblinding class is not far from Fang Jing's rented place, and the bus will arrive there in half an hour.The teacher was a bit procrastinating today. Fang Jing stood under the street lamp and waited for more than ten minutes before seeing Cen Jiu hurried out of the classroom with two books under his arms. conspicuous.

Fang Jing smiled, and waved his hand at Cen Jiu, as if he had a good heart, Cen Jiu raised his head and looked in Fang Jing's direction, with a little surprise on his indifferent face: "Why are you here?"

"I get off work early today, I'm free, so I'll come pick you up." Fang Jing said, "You guys are late after class today."

Cen Jiu nodded, with a distorted expression on his face: "The class is over, and there is an exam."

Fang Jing thought to himself, so the deblinding class also had to take an exam, and those who passed the exam would still be issued a deblinding certificate. While thinking about it, he thought it was funny, and worried that Cen Jiu would be uncomfortable, so he asked, "When will the exam be?"

"Saturday."

It's only Monday, and there's still a week left.

Fang Jing nodded: "Don't worry, you will pass the exam." He was full of confidence in Cen Jiu.

Cen Jiu replied honestly: "I haven't passed the exam, it's too difficult."

"This kind of exam is not difficult. You have to guarantee the pass rate. And if you listen carefully to every class, you will definitely pass." Fang Jing comforted him.

On the way back, Fang Jing also told Cen Jiu all his exam experience from childhood to adulthood. He heard that Fang Jing had been taking exams non-stop since he was six years old. Cen Jiu expressed his admiration and admiration for this.

"You guys are working harder than the champion exam." Cen Jiu said.

"The champion is not as many as we are." Thinking of the dark days of the college entrance examination, Fang Jing felt very resentful, "At least the champion doesn't have to take the English test!"

"Yes." Cen Jiu agreed solemnly.

Because the exam was imminent, Cen Jiu had to review his homework when he returned home. Fang Jing accompanied him to read the book and copied the key points for him.

"Too many, I'll take them to copy tomorrow." Fang Jing copied in the middle of the night, his hands were numb, and he yawned.

After being deblinded, Cen Jiu could recognize a lot of characters, but his writing was not good, like a primary school student's writing.He took the notebook and said, "Your handwriting is so beautiful."

"It's too ugly. I practiced it when I was studying, but now I use a computer. It doesn't look good."

"It doesn't matter, let's talk about it tomorrow, sleep first." Cen Jiu put away his books.

Fang Jing couldn't keep his eyes open, he had to go to work tomorrow, so he crawled into bed to sleep.

Cen Jiu was still sitting in the living room concentrating on reviewing his homework, frowning from time to time.

Is the treasure zang a treasure or a burial?Why are there so many different Chinese characters for the same sound?

At two o'clock in the morning, there was a rustling sound in the bedroom. Cen Jiu's heart shuddered. He quickly put down his book and ran to the door of the bedroom. Seeing Fang Jing really got up from the bed stiffly, he touched the door familiarly. At the table, spread out the drawing book and start drawing ghosts.

Cen Jiu: "?!!"

Why did you paint it again? !

In the dead of night, I got up from the bed in the middle of the night and began to draw ghosts. Thinking about it, the scene was quite scary.

With the experience from last time, Cen Jiu didn't make a sound, just looked at Fang Jing silently.

Fang Jing painted for a long time, then suddenly turned his face, opened his eyes and looked straight at Cen Jiu, his eyes were not even in focus, not to mention how weird he looked.

Cen Jiu rubbed his forehead and stood silently at the door. Ever since Fang Jing discovered this problem, he put away all the sharp objects in the bedroom. Even the corners of the table were thickly wrapped with cotton cloth. It is necessary to prevent any possibility of Fang Jing following in the footsteps of the minister who died unjustly.

Fang Jing tilted his head and looked at Cen Jiu for a long time, then slowly stood up, groped back to the bed like a marionette and lay down again.

Cen Jiu: "..."

The next day, Fang Jing woke up, the curtains in the room were drawn very low, Cen Jiu was still reading while sitting on the bed, his eyes were fixed on the book, and he was still chanting silently.

Fang Jing yawned, feeling extremely tired today, as if he got up secretly and ran 3000 meters in the middle of the night.

He rubbed his eyes and asked, "What time is it?"

"Seven o'clock." Cen Jiu closed the book and said, "You can still sleep for a while."

Fang Jing goes to work at nine o'clock, and the museum is also close, so he can wake up at eight o'clock in time.

"I'm so tired, I'll sleep for a while." Fang Jing shrank into the air-conditioning quilt, turned over, hugged Cen Jiu's waist and began to sleep again.

Seeing that he was sleeping soundly, Cen Jiu took off the quilt and lay down too, holding Fang Jing with one arm, and still reading with the book in the other.

After sleeping for a while, Fang Jing suddenly opened his eyes and asked, "Did I get up in the middle of the night last night?"

"Get up." Cen Jiu glanced at him and replied.

Fang Jing crawled out of the quilt, poked his head and glanced at the direction of the table, and sure enough, the drawing book was opened, and his head was covered with black lines.

"I have no impression at all." He said depressedly.

Cen Jiu was silent.

Fang Jing closed his eyes, hugged Cen Jiu and rubbed against him, the good time in the morning made people feel so comfortable that they didn't want to get up at all.

Cen Jiu hugged him and touched his arm. Fang Jing felt very comfortable, turned over, and lay on his body without speaking for a long time.

The alarm clock at the head of the bed rang, Cen Jiu raised his hand to turn off the alarm clock, and said: "You sleep." After speaking, he lifted the quilt and got up.

Fang Jing nestled under the quilt, his lazy bone disease broke out, he didn't want to get up, and couldn't fall asleep, so he lay on the bed in a daze.After a while, Cen Jiu went out when he heard the door knock.

He tossed and turned several times on the bed, woke up from drowsiness, jumped out of bed and picked up the drawing book, his eyes were about to fall out.

This, this, this... what the hell are you painting? !