Fisherman's Secret

Father Fang was eager to return home. After arriving in Jingcheng, he called Aunt Fang, and then went back to the fishing village without staying in Jingcheng.

When we arrived at the fishing village, it was already ten o'clock in the evening, and the village was completely silent. Occasionally, a few dogs barked, giving this quiet small fishing village a fresh atmosphere.

After getting off the car, when he stepped on the familiar land and smelled the familiar smell of the sea in his nose, Father Fang really felt like going home.

No matter where he goes or how far he goes, he is always a simple and hearty fisherman in his heart. No matter how prosperous and beautiful the outside world is, he is just a passer-by. Only this remote and quiet fishing village is his destination.

The light was on in the small five-story bungalow at the entrance of the village, and the warm light under the porch shone not far away. Father Fang took a look and said, "Old Hu and the others are back?"

Lao Hu was the owner of the small foreign building in the buyer's house back then, and Fang Jing later bought the small foreign building from him.

Fang Jing stood at the gate of the yard and said, "Dad, I forgot to tell you that I bought this house, and now this house belongs to our family."

As he spoke, he pushed open the yard door, and the spacious yard was full of flowers. At this season, many flowers and plants had withered, leaving only some evergreen ornamental plants like poinsettia and green radish, which were lush and verdant.

"The courtyard is beautifully tidied up." Fang's father nodded appreciatively. If the prosthetic limbs brought him the joy of rebirth, then the refurbished small western-style building is a completeness in another sense.

"Okay, okay." He touched a green radish leaf, turned his head to look at the dimly lit small western-style building, and happily said three good words, "Son, you are much more capable than me."

Fang's mother was careful, and when she saw the Jiufang signboard hanging on the door, she was a little puzzled: "Xiao Jing, what does Jiufang mean?" Could it be that she even named her house?

"Mom, I bought the small mansion and opened a small farmhouse. Jiufang is the name of the farmhouse, and there are people living in it! Now Chichi is taking care of it. I guess he must be asleep right now. It's too late. You and Dad are tired too, let's go back to sleep first, and come to see Chichi tomorrow." Fang Jing saw that Fang Xiaole's eyelids were fighting all the time, and if a child doesn't sleep well, he won't grow taller.

"Hey, good." Fang's father nodded heavily, touched the signboard reluctantly, and left the small courtyard with three steps and one turn on his mechanical prosthesis.

His leg is healed, and the house has been bought by his son, and the days to come will definitely get better and better.

The room at home was cleaned by Aunt Gen, without any dust at all.

Fang Xiaole's room is currently occupied by Xiao Ze. Although Xiao Ze often sees the head and tail, and has not come back for several days, his bag is still stuffed in the cabinet, Fang Jing has not moved, and Fang Xiaole is asked to go to bed before his mother living room.

Father Fang and the others were exhausted after flying for more than ten hours, especially Father Fang. Although the mechanical intelligent prosthetics on his legs are useful, in fact the main control system is connected to the nerves, and the break-in period is very painful to stimulate the nerves. Now Although the running-in period has passed, the burden is still not small, but he is born with perseverance, and he has new expectations in life, which is all supported by a perseverance. After returning home, exhaustion surged up, and he fell asleep soon after washing. up.

Fang Jing was lying under the quilt, a little excited and unable to fall asleep, although it was two o'clock in the morning, he was still in good spirits.

Cen Jiu ran out to practice for a while before going to bed as usual, checked the doors and windows before returning to the room.

"Come and sleep quickly, the quilt is already warm." Fang Jing moved into the bed, patted the place beside him to greet him.

Cen Jiu jumped onto the bed resolutely, lifted the quilt and got in.

Fang Jing hugged him habitually, but Cen Jiu moved away.

"I just came back from outside, and I feel cold." Cen Jiu stretched out his hand, wrapped Fang Jing in a quilt, held him in his arms through the quilt, and let out a satisfied breath.

"I'll cover it for you." Fang Jing struggled, threw the quilt aside, grabbed Cen Jiu's hand and put it on his stomach, just as the cold hand touched the warm belly, Fang Jing was so cold that he was beaten Trembling, Cen Jiu quickly circulated his internal energy, and his cold body warmed up after a while.

Fang Jing decisively hugged the Cen Jiu brand heater, and put his whole body on it, thinking that this is also okay, it is so convenient.

"Will it be bad for your health if you use your internal strength indiscriminately?"

"No, I have a sense of proportion." Cen Jiu collected his internal energy and made a quilt for Fang Jing.

Proper?In other words, it is still harmful to the body!

Fang Jing thought to himself, after the new year, he will go to the next mountain, visit the old Chinese doctor, and give Cen Jiu some medicine to take good care of his body.

The cold wind is howling outside the window, but the small interior is warm and bright.The two of them hugged each other under the quilt, but they didn't have any beautiful thoughts, they just chatted casually, Fang Jing's excitement passed away, sleepiness surged, and he fell asleep quickly.

The next day, as usual, Cen Jiu, who slept later than the dog and woke up earlier than the chicken, got up first, practiced in the yard for a while, and went to the kitchen to make breakfast. Fang Jing walked out rubbing his eyes and yawning profusely.

Father Fang and Fang Xiaole are still jet-lagged, and the room is quiet.

Fang Jing smelled the aroma of rice, ran to the kitchen with a toothbrush in his mouth, and asked, "What's for breakfast?"

"I made shrimp porridge, what else do you want, I'll buy it?" The town is only seven or eight miles away from Dongzhuang, and it doesn't take long for him to run back and forth, so he can guarantee that it will still be hot when he buys it.

"Last time Aunt Gen didn't finish the kimchi. Let's eat whatever we want. Parents are jet-lagged and they probably won't get up. We'll cook at noon." Having said that, Fang Jing knew that Cen Jiu had a big appetite, In the morning, he might not be full with just porridge, so he specially cut two slices of bacon, fried toppings, and cooked a big bowl of noodles for him.

After breakfast, Aunt Gen called Cen Jiu to the farmhouse to help.

The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and the last two guests of the farmhouse also packed their bags and checked out yesterday to go home to celebrate the New Year. The farmhouse is relaxing, and Uncle Gen and Aunt Gen decided to take advantage of the time when there are no guests, to thoroughly clean the farmhouse inside and out. Clean it up, do what needs to be repaired, fix what needs to be repaired, and replace what needs to be replaced. After seeing Cen Jiu's great strength, Aunt Gen decided to arrest him.

Fang Jing ran over to get overheated for a while, but not only failed to help, but was kicked out by Aunt Gen because of being in the way.

"Really, is this throwing people away after they have been used?" Fang Jing said angrily.

He was kicked out of the farmhouse, Fang’s father and the others were sleeping, Fang Jing blew the cold wind outside for a while, and lamented the desolation of being homeless, and finally ran to the pier to accompany Alicia .

Although Alicia is well maintained, it is an old ship after all, and she is not young. When she is not out at sea, Fang Jing has to check on the ship every now and then, and she is more careful than her own wife.

Of course, Cen Jiu was his boyfriend, not his wife, so Fang Jing felt no pressure at all when he said this.

In the Fang family's old house, Fang's father woke up because of his leg discomfort, and it was already daylight.Fang's mother was sleeping next to him, and her tired face all the year round was completely stretched out at this rare moment, and she slept peacefully.

When he was doing rehabilitation in the United States, in order to save money, he and Fang's mother finally returned the apartment that Li Junxin rented, and rented another one that was only half the size. Although the conditions were worse, the price was much cheaper.

When the prosthetic was first installed, he was in so much pain that he couldn't sleep all night. In order to take care of him, Fang's mother made a bed in front of his bed at first. Later, she gradually got used to it, and Fang's mother slept on the bed for a few months. After coming down, the two of them are used to sleeping in the same room. In the past, it was because he was in poor health and the room was not ventilated, so they kept sleeping in separate rooms because they were afraid that Fang's mother would be troubled.

"For so many years, you have suffered with me." Father Fang said in a low voice, and got up lightly.

There was porridge warming on the stove in the kitchen. Father Fang ate a few mouthfuls indiscriminately without alarming others. He walked slowly in the village alone. After he was able to walk freely, even the sea breeze that he had been familiar with all his life became very kind.

He stood at the entrance of the farmhouse for a while, and saw the people inside were busy, so he left quietly without disturbing anyone.

They just came back last night, and not many people in the village knew they were coming back. Father Fang walked, his legs seemed to be conscious, and took him directly to the pier.

Then, Father Fang's eyes widened, his expression extremely excited.

What a big tugboat!

But I haven't seen it for a few months, and someone in the village actually bought such a big tugboat!

Father Fang was still wondering which family in the village got rich enough to afford such a big tugboat, when he saw a figure briskly coming out of the cabin.

This, this, this, this... isn't this person his son!

Could it be that his son bought this boat? !

Fang's father was in a mess in the howling cold wind.

"Hey, Dad, why did you come here? Where's Mom and Xiao Le?" Fang Jing jumped off the boat and saw Father Fang standing upright in the cold wind, envious.

His father wore less clothes than him when he was old, and he was actually more cold-resistant than him. On the other hand, he was wearing a thick down jacket, and he was young and strong, and he was as cold as a quail.

"Who bought this boat?" Father Fang asked with a smile after straightening his son's collar.

Back home, Father Fang's mood continued to rise, he was full of energy, and his whole body seemed to have endless energy.

Fang Jing turned up his collar, tucked his neck into the collar, and hummed: "I forgot to tell you, I bought a boat."

"This, this, this... did you buy the boat?" Father Fang's hands trembled. He just guessed, but it turned out that his son bought such a big boat. The shock was really not ordinary. He had to first slowly.

His biggest regret in his life was that in order to pay off his debts, he had to forfeit the boat and the family house that had been with him for many years, so that his wife and children could only live in the dilapidated old house.

If it was an unexpected surprise that the farmhouse brought Father Fang last night, then the news of the tugboat was no less than a thunderbolt, setting off a turbulent sea in his heart.

"How much did it cost?" First it was a small mansion, and now it is a tugboat. If you add it up, it must be several million. He knows his son's job. It is thousands of yuan a month. Not bad, but that's it, don't think about anything else.

Where did Fang Jing get so much money in just a few months?

"I quit my job and started an ocean exploration company. From now on, I will specialize in salvage work. Cen Jiu and I were lucky. Last time we went out casually and caught some things. They sold for several million, so we bought this Tugboat." Fang Jing put his hands in his pockets, looked at Fang's father and said seriously, "Dad, I have made a decision, even if you disagree, I will stick to it."

He knew that since Fang's father's accident, his family members were very opposed to him going to sea, especially Fang's mother, wishing that he would stay away from the sea from now on.When he made such a decision, his family members definitely opposed it, but he made up his mind, even if his family members objected, he would not back down.

With Shui Paopao's golden fingers, how could he be willing to be trapped in the corner of the office, be an ordinary office worker, and spend his whole life doing nothing?

Volume Four: Modern Trade Ships