Fisherman's Secret

Fang Jing was covered in sweat, and went home with Cen Jiu softly.

Huh?Who is that handsome guy at the gate of the house with a backpack on his back and circling around the gate of his yard like pulling a donkey?

Before Fang Jing recognized him, the handsome guy had already spotted him, and ran towards him with an "Aww". I really thought that Fang Xiaole came back after eating chemical fertilizers and growing taller.

"Brother, why are you back? I've been waiting for you for a long time." The handsome guy rushed forward, wanting to give Fang Jing a bear hug, but Cen Jiu pressed his head with one hand, kicked him out.

The little handsome guy squatted on the ground, looked at Fang Jing with extremely resentful eyes, and said in his mouth, "Brother, you are so fierce, you don't love me anymore? Woooooo...I'm so pitiful, my dad doesn't want me anymore." , my mother doesn't care about me, I'm just a poor little nobody wants... woo woo woo..."

Cen Jiu: "..."

Where did this come from?

Looking at him again, he has a round face and round eyes, just like the scumbag uncle who was beaten by him in a sack last time, and he immediately felt relieved.

Well, not a rival in love, nothing to worry about!

Fang Jing's head was full of black lines, staring at the handsome guy for a long time, looking at the face that resembled Ye Zha, an inspiration flashed in his mind, he thought of something, and asked tentatively: "Chi Chi?"

"It's me, it's me, it's me!" Ye Chi burst into tears.

He didn't go home for a summer vacation, and as a result, his father had an affair, his mother divorced, and the house at home was occupied by someone, and he went to his brother, who didn't even know him anymore.

Life is really a river of sorrow!

Fang Jing said, "Why are you here? Isn't school starting yet? You don't have classes?"

Ye Chi wiped the sweat from his forehead, and looked at his brother with an even sadder expression: "I'm already a senior, and I basically don't have any classes left, just find a unit for an internship."

Fang Jing suddenly realized.

"Have you found the internship unit?" He asked.

"I submitted a few resumes and came back for an interview." As soon as he got home, he was given a thunderbolt.

His father got married with another woman, his mother moved out, and he became a poor little nobody wanted.

"Oh." Fang Jing nodded, "How did it turn out?"

Ye Chi sniffled: "It's the youth international travel agency in the city. During the internship period, there is no basic salary, and there is a commission for leading the group, and no board and lodging."

"Let you do white work!" Fang Jing frowned.

Nowadays, there are many college students. At this time of year, many units recruit campuses under the guise of recruitment. They call it internships. In fact, they just hire a few cheap handymen. They can’t learn anything. There is a good-looking experience on the resume, and even offered to do an internship for free without salary.

Ye Chi majored in tourism management, and the current travel agencies are even more mixed, and the reputation of low-priced group tours for compulsory consumption is very bad.

"Yeah." Ye Chi smiled at him, touched his head a little embarrassedly, and said, "It's hard to find a job now."

Especially for his major, when he first applied for the exam, he only thought that being a tour guide would allow him to play everywhere and get free tickets.

During the summer vacation, he brought a tour group for others. The total tour fee for Belvedere was only 980 yuan, four days and three nights. After deducting the round-trip discounted air tickets and accommodation, there was nothing left. All he earned were rebates from tourists’ shopping .Things that usually cost less than a hundred yuan can be sold for hundreds or even thousands of yuan when taking tourists. Ye Chi took two tour groups with the people from the travel agency during the holidays. He couldn't bear the condemnation of his conscience and came back in despair. up.

Cen Jiu pushed the door open and said, "Go into the room."

Ye Chi seemed to have just discovered that there was someone else beside his brother. He was also taken aback. He looked up at Cen Jiu, and found that he was a very tall and handsome young man with a very indifferent expression on his face.

It's really strange, how did he ignore someone with such a powerful aura just now?

"This is my friend Cen Jiu, your name is Jiu..." Fang Jing just wanted Ye Chi to be called Brother Jiu, but then he thought, no, Ye Chi is already 21, older than Cen Jiu, so he choked a bit, and he didn't have the nerve to call him Brother, said, "You can call him Cen Jiu."

Ye Chi obediently called out: "Hello, Ninth Brother."

Fang Jing: "..."

Forget it, with Cen Jiu's silent and vicissitudes face, who would believe that he is only 19 years old?It's better to keep this wonderful misunderstanding, and don't hurt Chi Chi's self-esteem. He is a little younger than him, and he has eaten less food for several years, and he can kick him far away with one kick.

He pointed to Fang Xiaole's room and said: "Xiao Le is not here, you can live in his room for as long as you want, there is food in the refrigerator, you can take whatever you want."

Ye Chi looked at him eagerly, like a poor abandoned puppy: "Brother, can I sleep with you?"

He hasn't seen this cousin for a long time, and he has a lot to say to him.

Just now Fang Jing and Cen Jiu played at the farmhouse twice, and he was so tired that his legs were still trembling. He really didn't have the energy to greet Ye Chi, and said perfunctorily: "Okay, but I like to hug things when I sleep, you can't sleep well Don't blame..."

Before he finished speaking, Cen Jiu, who had always been an invisible person with little sense of existence, suddenly interrupted him: "No!"

Fang Jing: "..."

Well, I forgot that there is an invisible vinegar jar here.

Cen Jiu remained expressionless, his eyes staring at Ye Chi were flying knives out.

Fang Xiaole left, and Ye Chi came again. Why are there so many clingy people in her boyfriend's house? !

Ye Chi played knife with Cen Jiu without any cowardice, and after staring for a while, the modern Jiaohua Young Master Ye was finally defeated by Daqi's hidden guard, and said sullenly: "Okay, I'll sleep on Xiaole's floor son."

Turning a blind eye to the crackling sparks between the two, Fang Jing yawned, climbed into bed and fell asleep.

Cen Jiu checked the house, closed the front and back doors, turned off the lights and followed Fang Jing into the house.

Ye Chi resentfully took out his clothes from his bag and went to the bathroom to take a shower. When he came out of the shower, Ye Chi's reflex arc, which was comparable to the diameter of the earth, was finally connected, and he came to his senses.

Why can't he sleep with his brother, but Cen Jiu can sleep with his brother? !

This is not fair!

The angrily Ye Chi was mercilessly dragged from the bed by Cen Jiu early the next morning before dawn.

Ye Chi was sleeping soundly, and was suddenly called up violently, wailing again and again: "Brother, it's only six o'clock! You got up so early to steal things."

Unmoved, Cen Jiu threw him a stack of colorful leaflets, and said in a cold voice, "Get up, take a car to the city after breakfast to distribute leaflets."

Ye Chi turned on the light, touched the glasses on the bedside table and put them on, and saw that it was indeed a leaflet.

Thousands of miles of ocean scenery, a century-old fisherman's style.

Look at the blue sky and blue sea, visit the shipwreck site, and taste the fisherman's style.

Get away from the hustle and bustle of the city and appreciate the charm of the original ecological fishermen.

"..." Ye Chi.

What is this ghost?

Breakfast was instant noodles cooked by Cen Jiu, which smelled delicious but tasted bland.

At this time, Ye Chi knew that his brother had built a farmhouse in the village and planned to buy a boat. Then he would specially take those idiots from the city to the ruins of the shipwreck that he discovered just a few days ago. You really have a business mind!

After dinner, the three of them split into two groups, Ye Chi went to distribute leaflets, Cen Jiu and Fang Jing went to buy bedding, curtains and room decorations.

Ye Chi said, "Brother, why don't you let me go shopping with you, and let Brother Nine distribute leaflets?"

Fang Jing didn't raise his eyes: "Because he is stronger than you."

Cen Jiu squatted slightly, and with one finger, he pushed up the dead pear blossom wood Eight Immortals table.

Ye Chi obediently carried a bunch of leaflets and went to distribute leaflets by car.

After such a busy week, finally in time for the Golden Week of November, the farmhouse opened in a low-key way, although only three waves of guests came on the opening day.

A wave was obviously a young couple from a university in Jingcheng, who came here holding a flyer. Fang Jing gave a [-]% discount according to the promotion, and because there were few customers, Fang Jing even generously let This lovely couple lived in his well-furnished themed couple room.

The first wave consisted of three crooked nuts, babbling and babbling, and Fang Jing was in a daze. Fortunately, Ye Chi was better than him. The crooked nuts have settled down; the last wave of people is relatively large, it should be a certain group, they are all well-dressed, like a group of people who are not short of money, the leader Fang Jing knows each other, it was at the auction last time The collector Mr. Wang I saw.

As soon as Mr. Wang entered the yard, his eyes fell on a bouquet of red roses under the window sill.

Fang Jing followed his gaze and looked over, suddenly embarrassed.

When Cen Jiu went out yesterday, he didn't know why, but he brought back a large bouquet of roses, the bloody red roses, and then looked at him with a pair of sparkling eyes.

Although Fang Jing felt nauseous and disliked red roses as vulgar, but after all Cen Jiu bought them for him, he said he disliked them, but he still cherished them in his heart.There was no vase at home, and Fang Jing was too lazy to buy it, so he casually took a carved amphora from Shui Buopao, washed it and put it in, unexpectedly, he was stared at after only a day of displaying it.

Fang Jing thought to himself, this old man has really sharp eyes!

Mr. Wang walked around the handicap bottle several times, looking like he wanted to see it but was too embarrassed to do it.

Fang Jing's heart moved, and he said, "The old man wants to see this bottle?"

Mr. Wang chuckled: "Is it convenient for me to take a look?"

"Look." Fang Jing carefully took out the rose, but because the weather was too hot, even after only one night, the rose wilted a lot, and several petals fell off when it moved, Fang Jing died of heartache up.

The corners of Mr. Wang's mouth twitched, but because he was not sure, he didn't say anything.

He glanced to the side, and immediately a young man who looked like an assistant stepped forward and handed him a pair of rubber gloves.

Mr. Wang put on his gloves, then carefully picked up the vase, and looked inside and out carefully.

Unmistakable, this rich color, this kind of porcelain firing process that is different from that of the Han people is indeed Song Jialuo porcelain from Siam. Judging from the craftsmanship, it seems to be from the Ming Dynasty.