Fisherman's Secret

To be precise, there are two waves of people.

The front wave is obviously a team, several of them are elderly, their hair is gray, they wear half-worn work clothes, but they speak slowly, just like those names that Fang Jing knows are appended with some kind of expert. A class of people.This group consisted of men and women, and except for the leading few old men, most of the others were young and middle-aged, and there were a total of sixteen people in total.

When a group of people entered the door, they talked to each other and started talking in a hurry. There were a lot of dialects, and many Fang Jing couldn't understand them. They just felt like a group of ducks croaking in the lobby. Non-stop, completely unable to grasp the focus of this group of people.

Most of these people pass by the fishing village on business, and then come to eat, and there are very few accommodations.

Fang Jing turned his head and glanced at the small kitchen at the back. Uncle Gen gave him a gesture of care, so Fang Jing began to greet the guests with confidence.

"Welcome, may I ask how many people are staying or dining?" Fang Jing asked patiently, interrupting the cheerful group of people for the first time.

"Accommodation and dining, what special dishes do you have here?" Finally a tall girl squeezed forward and skillfully asked about the menu.

Fang Jing burst into tears, thinking that it was not easy for someone to finally notice him amid so many people's chatter.

"I have to go to the kitchen for this—" Fang Jing is obviously not proficient in business, Ye Chi on the side quickly interrupted him, and introduced: "We are near the sea, and the specialties are of course all kinds of wild seafood, and there is also a kitchen. The homemade farm bacon and dried fish, and vegetables are all grown in our own vegetable garden. If you want, you can go to the vegetable garden to pick them yourself. They are absolutely pure green and pollution-free, and they are all seasonal vegetables."

While talking, he led people to the restaurant to order food, while Fang Jing wiped the sweat from his forehead to deal with the remaining two people.

The man was tall and tall, wearing a well-tailored suit and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. He looked like a social elite from a distance, and he looked like a social elite up close.

This person's temperament is not suitable for this closed and simple fishing village, but since the opening of the farmhouse, Fang Jing has seen a few guests like this, and he is not too surprised. Urban elites who come to the fishing village to relax and spend a brisk weekend.

Either way, Fang Jing expressed a warm welcome.

"Would you like to eat or stay?" Fang Jing began to memorize the slogan and menu proficiently, "For accommodation, there is a deluxe double room with a single room, and the price is on the wall behind me; if you want to eat, today's The specials are the ones mentioned earlier."

"I don't stay in the store, I don't eat, I come to find someone."

Fang Jing was a little disappointed, but still asked enthusiastically based on the professional quality of service personnel: "Looking for someone? Who are you looking for? Is it someone from the village? Maybe I still know him."

Even if he is not a guest now, he can still work hard to turn him into a guest.

The elite man put one hand on the elm counter, looked at Fang Jing intently: "Looking for you."

If the person standing at the counter at this time is not a gentle man of normal height, but a girl who is petite, soft, beautiful, pure, or literary, then the words and deeds of the elite man at this moment are very in line with the play of a dandy young man molesting a fisherman girl, but Fang Jingchang He has a standard modern handsome man's face - handsome, gentle, completely incompatible with a woman's beauty.

Was he accosted by a man?

The expression on Fang Jing's face was very surprised, and he raised his head to look at the elite man earnestly - he had just glanced at him politely before, except for Cen Jiu, he really didn't have the habit of staring at a strange man.

At this moment, Fang Jing's head seemed to be swung with an iron stick, and he suffered a short-term sequelae of concussion-the brain went blank for a moment, and everything seemed to be slow.

The voice changed, and so did the face, but he almost immediately recalled the name from the depths of his mind, a name he thought he had already forgotten.

"Meng...Meng Jin?" Although he had already guessed who the other party was in his heart, Fang Jing still wanted to confirm with him again.

Meng Jin laughed: "I thought you wouldn't recognize me."

With a strange voice and a strange face, Fang Jing regained some of the intimacy of the past from this obviously changed face.

Fang Jing was taken aback for a moment, but then became happy again: "You are back? When did you come back?"

Meng Jin was from Jingcheng, and he had a good relationship with Fang Jing back then. He was the only friend Fang Jing brought home besides Cen Jiu in Fang's mother's memory.The two even made an appointment to be admitted to the same university, but after failing the college entrance examination, Fang Jing was transferred to the Haicheng Cultural Relics Appraisal Specialist, and Meng Jin went abroad with his girlfriend. They have rarely seen each other for so many years. Forget about this guy.

"I came back because of work needs." Meng Jin seemed unwilling to talk too much, so he changed the subject, "What about you? How are you doing?"

"It's still the same, neither good nor bad." Fang Jing was really happy. It was really unexpected that the boyhood friends who thought it would be difficult to see each other in this life met again under such circumstances.

"You look pretty good." Fang Jing said, his eyes glanced at the diamond ring on his ring finger, and finally fell on the watch on Meng Jin's left wrist, and joked, "It seems that you are doing well, even Patek Philippe I’ve already worn my wristwatch, why do I still use my mobile phone to check the time?”

"You like it? I'll give it to you." Meng Ze said, he really took off his watch and gave it to Fang Jing.

"No, no, it's too expensive, I dare not take it." Fang Jing shook his head again and again, complaining plausibly, "Sure enough, it's different when you get rich. If you want to give away hundreds of thousands of things, you can give them away. Without blinking an eye.

"I have nothing to hate for you." Meng Jin took a deep look at Fang Jing, and there was something in his words.

These words sounded a little ambiguous, but Fang Jing was immersed in the joy of reuniting with his friends, he didn't realize this little verbal ambiguity, or he realized it, but just didn't care.

"Let's go, let's have dinner together tonight. I'll treat you." Brother Fang Jing patted Meng Ze on the shoulder nicely, and said proudly.

In the evening, Fang Jing set up a small table in the yard, and made his own barbecue to entertain Meng Jin. A group of people in the restaurant smelled the smell of barbecue in the yard, and they were so greedy, Fang Jing simply gave away a I went to the restaurant and left a copy for the novelist upstairs who didn't get up.

Not to mention that Fang Jing's barbecue skills are really amazing, and Meng Jin didn't even lift his head after eating.

"You still have this skill, why didn't I know it before?" Meng Jin gnawed on the chicken feet, his mouth was full of oil, and all the images of elites were left behind.

"I did a work-study program in college. It's not bad. Everyone who has tasted it said it was good. It's produced by the Fang family. You deserve it." Fang Jing laughed heartily and purely. His eyes were sparkling, which was very attractive.

When Meng Jin met Fang Jing, he just went through the process of the Fang family going from prosperity to decline. When Fang Jing mentioned work-study program, Meng Jin suddenly fell silent and kept drinking beer silently with his head down.

"I'm sorry." After a long time, Meng Jin raised his head and looked at Fang Jing with red eyes, "At that time, I..."

Fang Jing also reacted and interrupted him quickly: "It's none of your business. Even if there was no accident at home at that time, I would still go to work-study in college. I don't like studying as much as you do. I spend a lot of time in college. Do you just sleep in the dormitory? This kind of opportunity to learn crafts for free is something that no one else can ask for!"

Meng Jin laughed at what he said, but the expression on his face was still very serious.

He leaned on the back of the chair, held a beer bottle in his hand, tilted his head up and took a big gulp. After swallowing, he said in a very soft voice: "Fang Jing, I regret it."

But it happened that Fang Jing's cell phone rang, and it was called by Cen Jiu, so Fang Jing made a sorry expression, and went to the side to answer the phone.

"Are you at home?" Cen Jiu's voice sounded very light on the phone, as if he had done something to make him feel happy.

"At the Nongjiale, a classmate came over to drink with him." Fang Jing liked Cen Jiu's brisk appearance, and he could tell that Cen Jiu was in a very good mood just by hearing the voice, "What did you do to be so happy?"

"A little thing." Cen Jiu lowered his voice, "What classmate?"

"I haven't seen my classmates from middle school for many years, and I just met them today." Fang Jing rubbed his face and said with a smile, "When are you going home? Have you eaten yet?"

"No, I'll be home soon."

"Okay, I'll bake something for you." Fang Jing was in a good mood today, and was willing to coax this young and aged boyfriend, "It's cold, come back early."

After hanging up the phone, when I turned around, I found that Meng Jin had been looking at him, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

"By the way, what did you just say?" Fang Jing asked, pulling out his chair and sitting down.

"No, it's nothing." Meng Jin withdrew his gaze and returned to his calm and wise expression at the beginning, "Girlfriend?"

"Boyfriend." Fang Jing's attitude was very calm.

The expression on Meng Jin's face remained unchanged, as if he had already guessed it, he smiled: "I really envy your boyfriend."

Fang Jingyile: "No, you should envy me, my little nine are doing well, I'll come to introduce you to each other later."

In Fang Jing's eyes, Cen Jiu is the best everywhere, even the little fool who is a little uncommon occasionally is very cute.

"Okay, then I'm really waiting for you to introduce us to each other." Meng Jin was smiling, but his eyes turned cold little by little.

Fang Jing sat with him for a while, ate something, but didn't dare to drink wine. Seeing that the food on the table was about the same, he picked up a few larger oysters and put them on the charcoal grill for another round of roasting. Jiu seems to like eating this.

When the oysters were fully roasted, Cen Jiu came back and saw Fang Jing chatting and laughing with a tall and handsome man, and immediately began to let out a murderous look.

Feeling that the surrounding temperature seemed to drop several degrees suddenly, Fang Jing glanced at Cen Jiu, but instead of puncturing his little thoughts, he really started to introduce the two of them.

"Meng Jin, my deskmate in middle school, we had a good relationship when we were studying." Fang Jing turned to introduce Cen Jiu again, "Cen Jiu, my boyfriend."

Cen Jiu's complexion immediately cleared from the rain, and the surrounding temperature began to rise.

They are just classmates, not even friends, so nothing to be afraid of.

The two have known each other for so long, Fang Jing knows Cen Jiu very well, and Cen Jiu also knows some of Fang Jing's little habits very well.

For example, Fang Jing has many frames in his heart, family members, relatives, boyfriends, friends, classmates, colleagues... He divides all people into different frames, and it is clear at a glance whether they are close or distant.

With Fang Jing's introduction, Cen Jiu immediately understood that the dog-like person in front of him didn't even have a friend in Fang Jing's eyes, he was just an ordinary classmate who was better than a stranger, and he couldn't even be called a rival in love .

Because Cen Jiu joined later, Fang Jing's mind was obviously more on Cen Jiu, Cen Jiu didn't even need to speak, as long as his eyes moved a little, Fang Jing knew what he wanted to eat, got up and baked for him one by one, a little Not too annoying.

Obviously there was not much verbal communication, but the silent understanding and warmth that flowed between the two of them could not be penetrated by anyone.

When Cen Jiu was present, Fang Jing dared to allow himself to drink a little wine, which strengthens his courage. In the past, Fang Jing used to get drunk and tease Cen Jiu madly. This is his favorite thing to do.

After drinking and eating, Fang Jing walked out with Meng Jin on Cen Jiu's shoulders.

"O moon, you are so beautiful! O sea, you are all water—"

Meng Jin had a horrible expression on his face: "It's been so many years, and he is still like this now, going crazy when he drinks?"

Cen Jiu didn't answer, but stood at the door of the Nongjiale, and said, "The Nongjiale has a room, so ask Ye Chi for the key."

He would not take Meng Jin back to his and Fang Jing's home.

Meng Jin squinted his eyes and glanced at Cen Jiu. Just as he was about to say something, the phone rang. He glanced at it, then switched off the phone. The phone continued to ring persistently.

After a silent contest like this, Meng Jin said: "When he wakes up someday, come and stay here again. I have something to do, so I have to go back right away."

Cen Jiu pointed to the location of the village entrance: "The canteen at the entrance of the village has a phone number, find a driver."

After all, he turned and left without turning his head.

As for those who come to play when they are free, that is Fang Jing's home, he is not the master, and he is not qualified to invite others over, even if it is a courtesy.