After taking a comfortable shower and fading away from the heat, Fang Jing played with the copper coins in his hand.

Very ordinary Qianlong Tongbao, the potted surface is full of cyan patina, and the nicks on the back are very mottled, hidden under a thin patina, and you can't find it if you don't look carefully.

Fang Jing carefully brushed off the patina on the surface, dipped it in ink, and extended the lines on the back on a piece of white paper.

Looking at the crooked ghost drawing, Fang Jing sighed, not to mention him, even Professor Lu, who is most proficient in the history of the Ming and Qing dynasties, probably can't see what the hell this is.

After looking at it for a long time, he couldn't figure it out, so Fang Jing had no choice but to carefully put away the copper coins and throw them in the drawer.

Looking up at the wall clock on the wall, it was almost nine o'clock, and Cen Jiu was about to get out of class.

Fang Jing jumped up from the bed, put on his clothes, and went out to pick up someone.

The literacy class is not far from Fang Jing's rented place, and the bus will arrive in half an hour. Today, the teacher was a little procrastinating, Fang Jing stood under the street lamp and waited for more than ten minutes, only to see Cen Jiu hurrying out of the classroom with two books under his arm, his tall and handsome figure was particularly conspicuous among a bunch of tall, short, fat and thin men and women.

Fang Jing smiled and waved his hand at Cen Jiu, as if he had a heart in his heart, Cen Jiu raised his head and glanced in Fang Jing's direction, his indifferent face was a little surprised: "Why are you here?" ”

"I got off work early today, I'm idle, I'll pick you up." Fang Jing said, "You got out of class late today. ”

Cen Jiu nodded, the expression on his face was a little distorted: "The class is over, and there is an exam." ”

Fang Jing thought to himself, it turned out that the literacy class also had to take the exam, and if he passed the exam, would he still have to issue a blind certificate, thinking about it, he felt funny, and he was afraid that Cen Jiu would not be comfortable, so he asked, "When will the exam be?" ”

"Saturday."

It's only Monday, and there's still a week to go.

Fang Jing nodded: "Don't worry, you will definitely pass the exam." He was full of confidence in Cen Jiu.

Cen Jiu replied honestly: "I haven't taken the test, it's too difficult." ”

"This kind of exam will not be very difficult, you must ensure that you pass the guò rate, and if you listen carefully to every class, you will definitely be able to pass." Fang Jing comforted him and said.

On the way back, Fang Jing also told Cen Jiu all his exam experience from childhood to adulthood, and heard that Fang Jing had been taking exams non-stop since he was six years old, until he was eighteen years old and going to university, and he had to take all kinds of exams non-stop, Cen Jiu expressed his amazement and admiration for this.

"You guys work harder than the top scorer." Cen Jiu said.

"The top prize is not as much as ours." Thinking of the black days of the college entrance examination, Fang Jing was very resentful, "At least the champion doesn't have to take the English test!" ”

"Yes." Cen Jiu agreed solemnly.

Because the exam was imminent, when he returned home, Cen Jiu still had to review his homework, and Fang Jing accompanied him to read the book and copy the key points for him.

"It's too much, I'll take it and make a copy tomorrow." Fang Jing copied until midnight, his hands were numb, and he yawned.

After getting rid of illiteracy, Cen Jiuzi recognized a lot, but he couldn't write well, like a primary school student. He took the notebook and said, "Your handwriting is so beautiful." ”

"It's so ugly, I practiced when I was studying, and now I use a computer, it's not good-looking."

"No matter, let's talk about it tomorrow, go to sleep first." Cen Jiu took his books.

Fang Jing's eyes were a little open, he had to go to work tomorrow and climb into bed to sleep.

Cen Jiu was still sitting in the living room, intently reviewing his homework, frowning from time to time.

Is Bao Zang a treasure or a burial? Why are there so many different Chinese characters for the same sound?

At two o'clock in the morning, there was a sound of rustling in the bedroom, Cen Jiu's heart sank, he hurriedly put down his book, ran to the door of the bedroom, and saw Fang Jing really get up from the bed stiffly again, familiarly touched the edge of the table, spread out the drawing book and began to draw ghost talismans.

Cen Jiu: "?!! ”

Why is it painted again?!

In the dead of night, I got up from bed in the middle of the night and started to draw ghost talismans, and the scene was quite scary to think about.

With the experience of the last time, Cen Jiu didn't make a sound, just looked at Fang Jing silently.

Fang Jing painted for a long time, then suddenly turned his face and looked straight at Cen Jiu with his eyes open, his eyes didn't even have a focal length, not to mention how weird it looked.

Cen Jiu rubbed his forehead and stood silently at the door, since he found out that Fang Jing had this problem, all the sharp objects in the bedroom had been put away by him, and even the corner of the table was thickly wrapped in a layer of cotton cloth, so it was necessary to prevent any possibility of Fang Jing stepping in the footsteps of the unjustly killed minister.

Fang Jing tilted his head and looked at Cen Jiu for a long time, then slowly stood up, and felt back on the bed like a marionette.

Cen Jiu: "......"

The next day, Fang Jing woke up, the curtains in the room were drawn very low, Cen Jiu was still reading a book sitting on the bed, his two eyes were focused on the book, and his mouth was still silently chanting words.

Fang Jing yawned, only to feel that his body was extremely tired today, as if he had secretly gotten up in the middle of the night and ran three thousand meters.

He rubbed his eyes and asked, "What time is it?" ”

"Seven." Cen Jiu closed the book and said, "You can sleep a little longer." ”

Fang Jing went to work at nine o'clock, and the museum was close, so he could get up at eight o'clock.

"I'm so tired, I'll sleep a little longer." Fang Jing shrank into the air conditioner, turned over, hugged Cen Jiu's waist and began to sleep again.

Seeing that he slept soundly, Cen Jiu took off the quilt and lay down, holding Fang Jing with one hand and still reading the book with the other.

After sleeping for a while, Fang Jing suddenly opened his eyes and asked, "Did I get up in the middle of the night last night?" ”

"Get up." Cen Jiu glanced at him and replied.

Fang Jing crawled out of the quilt, poked his head out and glanced in the direction of the table, and sure enough, the painting book was opened, and his head was suddenly covered with black lines.

"I'm not impressed at all." He said depressedly.

Cen Jiu was silent.

Fang Jing closed his eyes, hugged Cen Jiu and rubbed against him, the good time in the early morning made people so comfortable that they didn't want to get up at all.

Cen Jiu hugged him and touched his arm, Fang Jing was very comfortable to touch, turned over, and lay on him for a long time without speaking.

The alarm clock at the head of the bed rang, Cen Jiu raised his hand to turn off the alarm clock, and said, "You sleep." After saying that, he lifted the quilt and got up.

Fang Jing nested in the quilt, lazy bone disease, didn't want to get up, couldn't sleep, and lay on the bed in a daze. After a while, he heard a knock at the door, and Cen Jiu went out.

He tossed and turned on the bed several times, woke up from a drowsiness, jumped out of bed and picked up the drawing book, and his eyes were about to fall out.

This, this, this...... What the hell is the drawing?!