Fisherman's Secret

The house of Fang Jing's house is an old house in the past. The kitchen is separated from the main house, and there is a small room at the east end of the main house. There is a large beam on the roof, which is blackened by the smoke.

Before he finished speaking, he saw a figure slowly appearing on the originally empty beam, still wearing the vertically striped patient pattern from the hospital, but it was already too dirty to see the color clearly.

"Why is it you?" Fang Jing was taken aback, he only saw a shadow on the beam just now, but he didn't expect it to be Cen Jiu.

The corner of Cen Jiu's mouth was still greasy, so it was self-evident who was stealing cats.

"Can you spot me?" His voice was low and hoarse, with a stiff tone.

Fang Jing: "..."

There is such a big person squatting on the beam, is it strange to find it?Why does Cen Jiu seem to be deeply shocked?

"How did you come here?" Fang Jing asked again.

"Come here."

Fang Jing's eyes fell on his feet. Cen Jiu's straw sandals were thrown away when he was in the hospital. The pair of slippers on his feet were borrowed from the beautiful nurse. Now they are full of dust and the soles are worn away. glued.

He frowned: "Walking?"

Fang Jing only felt that his forehead, which had been calm before, began to hurt sharply again.

He rubbed his forehead, wanted to curse in his heart, but held back.

"From Haicheng to here, it spans two cities. It's nearly [-] kilometers away. The car has to turn around several times. You tell me that you walked on two legs. Do you think I'm stupid?"

Cen Jiu repeated indifferently: "I came here."

Fang Jing's face suddenly darkened, and just as he was about to say something, Cen Jiu's eyes turned to the door, and the expression on his face suddenly turned cold.

Mother Fang stood outside the kitchen, stunned for a moment: "Who is this?"

Fang Jing turned his head, his brows were almost knit together, the word neuropathy came to his lips, and he finally swallowed it back.

"This is my friend, come to find me something."

Hearing that it was his son's friend, even though Fang's mother was full of suspicion, she still had a warm smile on her face: "It's Jingjing's friend, hello, hello, he rarely brings friends back, you must have a good relationship." Then he asked Fang Jing, "What's your friend's name?"

"His name is Cen Jiu." Fang Jing glanced at Cen Jiu's clothes and shoes that looked like dried pickles, and said, "Come with me."

Fang's mother saw that his face was unkind, she watched the two of them go out nervously, and said in a low voice, "Talk to your friend carefully, don't quarrel."

She remembered that Fang Jing's temper was not good since he was a child.

"It's okay." Fang Jing replied, and went out with Cen Jiu, walked a few steps, and stopped after guessing that Fang's mother could not hear them talking.

"How do you know where my family lives?" This small fishing village is hard to find, and most people may not be able to find it with the address.

"I'll follow you."

"Are you following me?" Fang Jing looked at him incredulously, "But I was leaving by car, why did you follow?"

"When you went out in the morning, I followed you all the time, and then..." Cen Jiu said blankly, "Then you entered a moving box, and I followed..."

"What a moving box, that's a car!" Fang Jing was almost deranged by Cen Jiu.

Hey, what's wrong!

"You stayed at my house last night?" Fang Jing asked, "Where are you hiding?"

The house he rented had only one bedroom and one living room. He searched inside and out, but couldn't find it.

"I'm right behind you."

Fang Jing: "..."

The answer is really simple and crude.

Thinking of being followed like a spirit behind me yesterday, Fang Jing almost collapsed. He barely regained the little self-control left, so he refrained from hurting others: "You were following me at that time, I look like a fool Looking for you everywhere?"

No, that's not what he wanted to say!

He collected himself, looked up and down Cen Jiu's long straight legs, and said with a ghostly expression on his face: "You follow me? The car is going at a speed of [-] on the highway, and you just lean on those two legs The thing followed me back? Can you follow?"

"I can keep up." Cen Jiu affirmed, but it was a bit hard.

The running box was faster than their best Maxima, and he almost lost it.

Fang Jing wiped his face when he heard the unexpected answer, deeply feeling that this world is too mysterious to adapt to at all.When I put down my hand, I saw the light mark on the palm of my hand that was almost mixed with the palm lines, and I was a little undecided.

Hasn't he already experienced something even more unreal than this?Then it seems that it is not impossible for the person in front of him to have crossed over from the Great Qi Dynasty.

He took out the cigarette case from his pocket and held it in his mouth for a long time, but he didn't light it. After a long time, he said, "Then what's the purpose of you following me? As you can see, my family is very poor and I can't help you much. "

"I just want to live." Cen Jiu was silent for a while, then said with difficulty.

He is the killer of Zhuquetang, the emperor's secret guard, and he has been instilled with a concept since he can remember that the value of his life is to protect the emperor of Daqi. If the emperor asked him to kill, he would kill without hesitation. The emperor asked him to kill He could die without regret.

However, no one told him that one day when the emperor he was loyal to was gone, and the dynasty he was alive disappeared, what would he do?

This is a world completely different from the Qi Dynasty he lived in, with towering buildings, windows decorated with gemstones that are clearer than the finest crystals, flat and wide roads, and all kinds of magical talking parties. Running the barking box, all of this is beyond his cognition.

He chose to follow Fang Jing, perhaps because Fang Jing was the first person to show his kindness to him after being suddenly thrown into this completely unfamiliar world, or perhaps because he saw through the kindness of this young man under his indifferent appearance. By nature, Fang Jing will not leave him alone after he is sure that he will follow him.

After more than ten years of career as a secret guard, it has become his instinct to seek good luck and avoid bad luck, allowing him to make the most favorable decision in the face of adversity as quickly as possible.

When he realized that the survival skills he had been relying on for a living were completely useless in this world, Fang Jing was the first to extend a helping hand to him, and then he reached out and grabbed it without hesitation, never wanting to let go.

He just wanted to live, and he didn't want to be like his predecessors, to be drained of his value, and then die miserably like an old dog.

When Fang Jing picked him up again on the main road, Cen Jiu knew that he had won the bet.

Fang Jing thought he would hear a long speech, but he didn't expect to hear such a simple answer.

Just trying to live.

It was this simple answer that touched him.

At this moment, Fang Jing thought of many things.

He thought of the time when the fishing boat was in an accident, the boat was full of corpses, and he thought of Father Fang who had been a fisherman all his life and finally agreed to amputate.

Everyone just wants to live well.

He took out the lighter, mechanically ignited it, extinguished it, ignited it again, and extinguished it again.

Finally, he took the cigarette out of his mouth irritably, broke it and threw it on the ground, stepped on it and rolled it a few times, and when he raised his head, he had already made up his mind.

"You can follow me if you want." He cast his gaze on Cen Jiu's face and said, "But I have a few conditions. First, you are not allowed to tell anyone about your origin. When others ask, just say that you are me." My friend; second, it is absolutely forbidden to choke people like yesterday. I don’t know what the world was like before you, but here, we are used to solving disputes in a civilized way with the law; third, you are not allowed to squat again in the future. On the roof beam, you are not allowed to follow me like a ghost behind your back; fourth... Forget it, I will tell you when I think it over."

Cen Jiu nodded, and looked at Fang Jing for a while.

His face was dusty, his hair was loose behind his back, his white striped patient gown had long been stained gray by dust, and he still had an unpleasant smell of sweat on his body.

Fang Jing pinched the bridge of his nose, called Cen Jiu into the room, took the clothes Fang's mother had found for him just now, and said, "Go take a bath, don't scare my parents by wearing such a suit."

Cen Jiu took his clothes and walked out. Fang Jing thought of something and chased him out: "The bathroom is over here, by the way, do you know how to use a water heater? This is cold water, this is hot water..."

Fang Jing demonstrated once, and there was a long silence behind him. He turned around and saw a surprised expression on Cen Jiu's dead face.

"It's so ingenious, it's amazing."

Fang Jing: "..."

Well, now he really believes that Cen Jiu is not crazy, he is really a time traveler of the Great Qi Dynasty.

Even if he was crazy, he would never have such a fanatical expression of worship when facing the water heater.

After Fang Jing demonstrated how to use the bathroom supplies, he closed the door and leaned against the bathroom door, thinking about how to explain Cen Jiu to Fang's father and mother.

If Cen Jiu was really a time traveler, he would definitely have to stay at home for a short time. It would be really troublesome how to explain the sudden addition of such a big living person with strange behavior at home.

There is also the issue of ID card and household registration. The more I think about it, the more troublesome it becomes. Fang Jing deeply felt that his head was getting hot for a while, and he took a hot potato in his hand.

Cen Jiu took a quick shower, and came out with wet hair in a short while.

When Fang Jing heard the sound of pushing the door, he came back to his senses and was a little stunned.

Previously, Cen Jiu had a bearded face, and his body was dirty and smelly. When he arrived at the hospital, he just dealt with him casually. Now that he took a bath and showed his true colors, he realized that this person is really good-looking.

A face with sharp edges and corners is heroic, with clean and neat lines exuding a cold and murderous aura.

Fang Jing's gaze swept across his face, and then looked down, revealing a horrible expression.

He is slightly shorter than Cen Jiu. Cen Jiu is a bit shy when wearing his clothes. Pants and T-shirts are indistinguishable from inside to outside. It’s okay to wear them backwards. Who will tell him what this guy wants to do with his underwear on the outside? ?

Be superman?

Cen Jiu knew from his expression that he had probably done something wrong, and squinted at Fang Jing without speaking.

Fang Jing rolled his eyes towards the sky, and tried his best not to laugh on the spot.He pointed to the shorts and said, "This is worn inside, and the long pants are worn outside."

As he spoke, he tore off his beach shorts, and showed Cen Jiu how to put on underwear correctly.

Cen Jiu understood, and calmly tore off the trousers he was wearing, revealing his thin and muscular thighs and the unspeakable parts below his waist, which were heavy and cost a lot.

Fang Jing was dumbfounded and said, "Don't take off your pants suddenly in front of people!"

To show off his mighty and majestic looks?

Cen Jiu glanced at him and put on his trousers, this time he put them on correctly.

While eating, Mother Fang kept looking at Cen Jiu.

Cen Jiu's eating posture is very correct, his waist is straight, his hand holding the bowl is steady and strong, and he doesn't move. He eats very fast and eats a lot, as if he is often hungry and can't eat enough.

"Has Cen Jiu served as a soldier? He is sitting upright." Looking tired.

Cen Jiu: "..."

Fang Jing said, "Yes, I used to be a soldier."

Mother Fang let out an "oh" and stopped talking.

Because there were guests at home, Mother Fang cooked six dishes. Since lunch was late, both Mother Fang and Fang Jing didn't have much appetite, so they only ate a little. All of them were swept into the stomach by Cen Jiu.

Fang's mother and Fang Jing were both taken aback.

"Did something happen to that friend of yours? He looks quite... embarrassed." Fang's mother also secretly asked Fang Jing.

"It's okay, he's tall and eats a lot."

There were originally four rooms in the house, one was used as a miscellaneous room, and the master bedroom was reserved for Father Fang. The room next to the master bedroom is now lived by Mother Fang, so that she can take care of Father Fang at night. The remaining room is for Xiaole Fang. When Jing came back, the two brothers squeezed together.

At night, Fang Jing and Cen Jiu lived in Fang Xiaole's room.

The weather was a bit hot, and there was no ceiling fan in the room, only a small desk fan was blowing.

Fang Jing slept on the bed, too hot to sleep.

He turned over and saw Cen Jiuan sleeping peacefully beside him, his fingers crossed on his lower abdomen, motionless, his whole body was like a bow that was stretched so tight that it could release an arrow at any time.

Fang Jingguang felt hard when he looked at it.

"Hey, what are you thinking?" He poked Cen Jiu's arm, feeling the muscles under his hand tense immediately.

"No."

"Then why don't you move?" Fang Jing asked.

“The bed is too small.”

Fang Jing: "..."

Really boring!

Fang Jing turned over, closed his eyes with his back to Cen Jiu, and gradually fell asleep amidst the creaking sound of the old electric fan.

After he fell asleep, Cen Jiu, who had been lying beside him without moving, suddenly opened his eyes. With the help of the starlight outside the window, he stared at Fang Jing intently. After watching for a long time, he lay back slowly. On the bed, he exhaled lightly, then closed his eyes in peace.

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The magical box world in the eyes of the dark guard.

Dark Guard (⊙o⊙)! : Talking box!

Fang Jing ╮(╯_╰)╭: That is a TV.

Dark Guard ∑(っ°Д°;)っ: A moving box!

Fang Jing o(╯□╰)o: That’s called a car.

Dark Guard (⊙□⊙): A box that glows!

Fang Jing (⁄⁄): That’s a chandelier.

Dark Guard ╰(*°▽°*)╯: A box that catches fire!

Fang Jing┐(─__─)┌: That is the stove.