Fisherman's Secret

When Fang Xiaole returned home, the family felt a bit overwhelmed.

His bed was originally a small 1.5-meter bed, two people could barely squeeze together, but three people couldn't make it at all.

Fang Jing went to the miscellaneous room and wanted to move out the two bunk beds inside. Anyway, they are all big men, so you don't need to be too particular, and you can sleep in the yard or in the main room.

The miscellaneous room was full of things, and the two bunk beds were placed at the bottom. Fang Jing felt a little headache looking at the sundries piled up on the bed to the ceiling.

Cen Jiu walked in, moved things out one after another, finished it in a short while, and then walked out with a canopy bed in one hand.

"Wait a minute—" Fang Jing didn't finish speaking, when he heard a "boom", the bed got stuck.

"Brother, your friend seems to be a bit out of his mind." Little Fang Xiaole admired Cen Jiu's strength very much, squeezed his thin arms and legs, and did not forget to slander his brother.

"..." Fang Jing.

Fang Jing thought about it, even Xiao Le could see that Cen Jiu was abnormal, it seemed that he had to find a time for Cen Jiu to learn the common sense of this world.

It doesn't matter if you don't have knowledge, but it's a bit scary if you don't have common sense, and the issue of household registration and ID card must be resolved as soon as possible.

With an indifferent expression, Cen Jiu moved out the two canopy beds and stood in front of Fang Jing.

He was tall and tall, standing in front of Fang Jing, he was half a head taller than Fang Jing, when he looked down at Fang Jing, he was quite oppressive.

Fang Jing couldn't guess if he heard Fang Xiaole's muttering just now, and helped Cen Jiu dismantle the canopy bed, and then Cen Jiu walked out carrying the bed that had been disassembled into iron pipes.

He and Cen Jiu placed the beds in the main room. In order to save space, the two beds were placed against the wall, just like in the dormitory.The weather is hot and there is no need to clean up. After wiping it clean and laying on a mat, you can sleep directly.

Fang's father was very happy when the youngest son came back, so he asked Fang Jing and Fang's mother to help him out of bed, and they followed him to the table for dinner.

During the meal, Fang Jing told about Fang's father going to the hospital next week, because he was worried that Fang's father would be even more unwilling to go to the hospital after he knew about it, so he kept Fang Xiaole's matter aside.

It was hot and humid in summer, and there was no air conditioner in the house. Father Fang lay in bed all day long, with bedsores on his back.His father has always been very tolerant, even if the pain has become like that, he still looks like a normal person on the surface.

"I'm fine. I'll be fine when the weather cools down." Fang's father refused unsurprisingly. "I'll ask your mother to buy some anti-inflammatory medicine later on. The current hospital is like a bandit. I'll return it to you if there is nothing wrong." Prescribing such and such medicines is expensive.”

Fang Jing didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Dad, I have money, and going to the hospital for a check-up won't cost much."

"If you have money, you can save it to marry a wife in the future. Don't you have to use it clean?" Fang's father got angry and said unhappily, "The houses in the city are so expensive. I heard people say that the houses in Haicheng are tens of thousands of square meters. Well, you don’t know if you can buy a square meter with your annual salary. Girls nowadays are expensive, and whoever wants to marry you if you don’t have a house or a car.”

Fang Jing frowned: "Dad, I have my own plans, so don't worry about it."

"I can't control you now." Father Fang sighed.

Fang Xiaole looked at this, then at that, and finally lowered his head and took a mouthful of rice.

Ever since he was injured, Father Fang's appetite has not been very good. After eating a small bowl of rice, he couldn't eat anymore. He pushed the wheelchair back to his room to rest.

Seeing his father like this, Fang Jing felt uncomfortable, so he put down the bowl after taking a few mouthfuls.

The only person at the dinner table who was not affected was probably Cen Jiu. When the Fang family had a dispute, he ate in silence. When the Fang family put down their bowls and chopsticks, Cen Jiu just ate the last piece of green vegetables into his mouth.

"Your father is worried that you will spend money. Don't take it to heart. I'll go and persuade him." Fang's mother glanced at Fang Jing, but in the end she was still worried that Fang's father was alone, and followed into the room.

Fang Jing was in a depressed mood, and he habitually touched the cigarette, holding it in his mouth without lighting it. Fang Xiaole found out, and stared at him with wide eyes.

"Brother, you're smoking again!" Fang Xiaole rolled her eyes and opened her mouth to call Mother Fang.

"Little ancestor, don't yell, don't yell, I'm afraid of you." Fang Jing quickly took down the cigarette, rubbed it up and threw it in the trash, laughing at himself, "Am I raising a younger brother or a mother? .”

Fang Xiaole hummed twice, carrying her schoolbag into the room to do her homework.

Fang Xiaole hadn't seen Fang Jing for a long time, and at night he insisted on sleeping with his brother.Fang Jing hasn't slept well for several nights in a row. In fact, he would rather sleep alone, but he couldn't hold back his younger brother, so he agreed.

"You're such an adult, you still want to sleep with me, you love brother!" Fang Jing had just finished taking a shower, his hair was still wet, and he was sitting on the small bed, watching Fang Xiaole do his homework under the light.

Cen Jiu swayed at the door, Fang Jing saw it, and said, "Today I will accompany Xiao Le, you go to bed first."

After finishing speaking, Fang Jing felt that there was something wrong with what he said, it was strangely ambiguous.

Fang Xiaole glanced at his brother, and whispered: "Brother, did you sleep with Brother Jiu yesterday?"

"Yeah, I'll just sleep on this little bed of yours. I'm so hot." Fang Jing said nonchalantly, "Go to sleep, I'll do my homework tomorrow."

"I'm done." Fang Xiaole stopped talking, lowered his head and finished the exercises for this weekend, put them in his bag, so that he would have time to spend with his brother on Saturday and Sunday.

Fang Xiaole turned off the light and lay down on the bed next to Fang Jing, still immersed in the joy of his brother going home for a month and couldn't help herself, couldn't help but said: "Brother, are you really going to be at home for a month and not go to work?"

"It's nothing at all. The museum is reorganizing. I have nothing to do. I have already asked for leave. Mrs. Fang, do you want to call our curator to confirm?"

"I'm not an old lady! Brother, you really hate me." After Fang Xiaole complained, she began to laugh alone again, "Then what are you doing tomorrow?"

It was past ten o'clock, Fang Jing was so sleepy that his eyelids were clenched, and he said perfunctorily, "Go to the sea to get you some money, little ancestor, can you sleep now? I'm really sleepy."

Fang Xiaole boarded and went to bed around this time at school, and the biological clock he had developed made his eyelids gradually darken, and he soon fell asleep, and when he fell asleep, he habitually rolled in the direction where his brother slept.The weather was hot, and Fang Xiaole's Xiaoyang energy was heavy and his body was hot. After a while, Fang Jing felt as if a fire was placed around him and he was awakened by the heat.

He opened his eyes and saw that Fang Xiaole rolled to his side, sleeping soundly while holding his arm.

Picking up the phone by the bed, it was only three o'clock.

Fang Jing got up slowly, took his arms out of Fang Xiaole's arms, adjusted the direction of the small fan, and blew on his feet, then got up lightly.

The door of the main room was open, mosquito coils were lit, and the sea breeze blew in, making it cooler than being inside.

Fang Jing took out a cigarette outside, put it in his mouth and did not light it, and sat down on the wooden stool under the grape arbor, staring at the sea horizon in the distance without speaking.

When his family had an accident, he was in his third year of high school, and it was the time when he was most nervous about studying. He was already under a lot of pressure. If it wasn't for Fang's mother and Fang's father's insistence, he might not even take the college entrance examination, and he would just drop out of school and go fishing with the villagers up.That's it, he was still affected by the college entrance examination, and he performed abnormally, so he was transferred to Haicheng University's cultural relics appraisal major.

This is the first college student from the old Fang's family. Father Fang's attitude is very firm and he must go to college.

Father Fang said at the time: "In the past, it didn't matter if you didn't go to college or not, and you could earn money by going out to sea with Dad. But now, the fish resources in the coastal waters are becoming more and more scarce, and there are more fish in the open sea. But it's too dangerous, maybe it will disappear one day, son, you have to go to school, no matter what job you find after school, it's better than staying in the village to fish. You just need to go to school with peace of mind, and I have other things to do And your mother, you don't have to worry about anything."

Fang Jing always felt that although his father didn't study much, he was really a very smart and wise person.When others were still driving small boats to fish along the coast and were satisfied with the huge harvest brought by the extinct net, Fang’s father had already realized the consequences of this kind of overfishing without leaving any room, and was the first to borrow money to buy one. Second-hand fishing trawler, going to deep sea and pelagic operations.

Facts have proved that his father's decision is very normal.In the early years, deep-sea fishing was very smooth, and the harvest was very rich. Not only did he pay off the loan to buy fishing boats quickly, he was also the first to build a small western-style building in the village.

If it hadn't been for the fishing boat accident, the Fang family might have become the first nouveau riche to leave the fishing village.

Even so, the catastrophe at that time did not break Father Fang, both of his legs were amputated on the hospital bed, and he was still arranging the life of his family in an orderly manner.

At that time, a boatload of people died, the compensation from their families, the censure of the villagers, and even the ruthlessness of their own brothers and sisters did not make Father Fang have any pessimistic thoughts. Tell yourself secretly that you don't want to live anymore.

In addition to the physical pain, the most important thing is probably the heavy psychological burden.

There was the sound of cock crowing in the distance, it was dawn, the sky was pale, and a new day was about to begin.

Fang Jing threw away the cigarette, and when he returned to the house, he had already made up his mind.

He has grown up, and he is no longer the child who secretly hid under his father's protection. He wants to support this precarious home instead of Fang's father.

Fortunately, he now has the water bubble, and entering the sea is as easy as breathing for him, and he can find a way for this family no matter what.