Fisherman's Secret

When Professor Yu heard that Fang Jing had obtained several pieces of precious porcelain, the old man ran straight from the pier to Fang's house regardless of his exhaustion. , How did he run to the door of Fang's house safe and sound all the way without falling over?

"Slow down, things won't run away." Fang Jing looked terrified, afraid that the old man would be in trouble if he fell or something.

"Where is it? Where is the porcelain?" Professor Yu asked impatiently.

"Here, here." Professor Lu beckoned to him. The old man's eyes lit up, and he immediately put Fang Jing behind him, and ran over to hold the colorful chrysanthemum pattern cup and couldn't put it down.

"It's a pity, it's not a chicken bowl cup, otherwise it would be a sky-high price." Because the year that Emperor Chenghua ascended the throne was the year of the rooster, he ordered all porcelain to be tattooed with chickens, so Doucai porcelain is the most precious in the Chenghua period, while Among the wine glasses, the chicken cup is the most valuable.

Fang Jing moved a stool, squatted between the two old men, and listened to the two old men start to talk about the past and the present. There are not many opportunities for such masters to help palm eyes for free.

"Go on, don't get in the way." Professor Yu disliked him being a big man squatting on the side and taking up too much space, so he waved him away like a fly.

Fang Jing: "..."

They are all a group of ruthless old men who only have cultural relics and no students in their eyes.

Fang Jing moved the stool away resentfully, Cen Jiu came in from outside with a plastic bag in his hand, and covered his face with the bag, it was warm.

"Roasted sweet potato? Where did you come from?" This is their local sweet potato, with a red heart. Although it is a bit small, it tastes sweet, and it is especially fragrant when roasted.

"An aunt came to deliver it just now." Cen Jiu glanced into the house, and led Fang Jing out.

The two came to the beach, sat down on a rock, and shared the small roasted sweet potato.

"Let's go buy some sweet potatoes and bake them at home tomorrow." The roasted sweet potatoes were too small, and Fang Jing couldn't get enough of them.

Cen Jiu put one hand behind his back and looked at Fang Jing: "Wipe your mouth."

Fang Jing took out his pocket and fumbled for a long time before he found half a pack of used tissues and wiped his mouth.Cen Jiu lowered his head and began to kiss him.

The waves crashed against the rocks, making a crashing sound.

After kissing for a while, Fang Jing was so cold that he couldn't bear it, and his nose was about to flow out.

"It's cold, let's go back."

"There are so many people, it's annoying!" Cen Jiu said, but still stretched out his hand to pull Fang Jing up, and the two started to walk back again.

The fishing village in winter is quiet, and you can’t see a single person on the road for a long time. Everyone is huddled at home, roasting sunflower seeds, and the men are sitting around playing small cards. down.

Fang Jing found that Cen Jiu really didn't like to be lively, and he disappeared when there was no one in the house, and he was almost invisible except for eating and sleeping.

Ever since Fang's parents, Fang's mother, and Fang Xiaole both went to the United States, he and Cen Jiu were the only ones at home. Cen Jiu obviously enjoyed the quiet time when they were alone. Suddenly, there were so many people in the family. Every strand of hair felt uncomfortable.

"How about we go live outside for two days?" Fang Jing turned around, put his hands on the back of his head, and walked step by step.

With Cen Jiu around, he didn't have to worry about falling or anything, he was really relieved.

"No, it's more comfortable at home." Cen Jiu put his hands in his pockets and walked slowly in step with Fang Jing.

"Okay, it's all up to you." The sound of gun salutes in the distance indicates that the end of the year is approaching.

Fang Jing said: "There are still more than 20 days until the Chinese New Year. This is your first time celebrating the New Year at my house. What kind of New Year's gift do you want?"

"I don't want anything in particular." Cen Jiu had a cold expression on his face.

"Impossible, there will always be something you want." Fang Jing asked enthusiastically, "You... I mean, what did you do during the New Year during the Great Qi Dynasty? You also celebrate the New Year, right?"

Cen Jiu glanced at him and said, "As usual, train and go on missions."

The dark guards don't have a festival like New Year's Eve. Even if the emperor seals the seal at the end of the year and all the officials rest, their dark guards in the Suzaku Hall are still a group of killers lurking in the dark, peeping in the dark, waiting, showing their sharp fangs teeth, to completely eradicate any people and things that could pose a threat to the imperial rule.

"Do you have to work overtime during the Chinese New Year?" Fang Jing said, "Your emperor has never studied human resource management. This is not acceptable. As a boss, you must not only supervise the hard work of your employees, but also take care of the employees' welfare. It’s not conducive to sustainable development.”

After Fang Jing finished speaking, he felt that there was something wrong. Kuanze Eryu didn't use it like this.

Cen Jiu patted his head, but didn't answer.

For a group of people whose names have been discarded and only have a ranking code, what is there for that person to bother about?Just like an object, people only care about whether it is useful or not, so how can they bother to care about what an object has in mind?

Aren't these hidden guards an object in the eyes of that person?When it's gone, add it.

Cen Jiu didn't speak, and the atmosphere became dull. Fang Jing felt a little uneasy, wondering if he had said something wrong and touched Cen Jiu's sad things.

Even if Cen Jiu didn't say anything, Fang Jing understood from the faint words of the other party that the hidden guards of the Great Qi Dynasty were probably not a group of high-status people. After surviving, I met him in that unremarkable afternoon.

"Don't talk about me, what about you?" Cen Jiu asked back, "What do you want?"

"There are so many things I want, I can't finish it in a day." Fang Jing said, "When I was young, everyone was poor and couldn't buy things with money. During the Chinese New Year, I wanted delicious candies and beautiful ones. New clothes, I went to school when I was older, and I wanted to get sick every day and avoid going to school. Later, my family was poor, and I wanted a lot of money, and I wanted a tall and handsome boyfriend. It is best to be with this boyfriend for the rest of my life .”

Cen Jiu listened carefully, and couldn't help showing a smile on his indifferent face after hearing that, affirming Fang Jing's wish: "Your life has a purpose."

Mr. Fang Jing, who has a goal in life, began to think secretly, his boyfriend's life is so hard that he doesn't even have any wishes, what's wrong?