Fang Jing's house is the old house layout, the kitchen is separated from the main house, and a small side room is built at the east end of the main house, and there is a large beam on the roof, which is blackened by fireworks.

Before he finished speaking, he saw a figure slowly appear on the empty beam, still wearing the vertical striped patient tattoo that came out of the hospital, but it was already too dirty to see the color.

"How are you?" Fang Jing was stunned, he only faintly saw a shadow on the beam just now, but he didn't expect it to be Cen Jiu.

The corners of Cen Jiu's mouth still had the grease that he hadn't had time to wipe off, and it was self-evident who was stealing the cat.

"Can you spot me?" His voice was low and hoarse, and his tone was stiff.

Fang Jing: "......"

There is such a big person squatting on the beam, is it strange to find it? Why does Cen Jiu seem to be deeply shocked?

"How did you get here?" Fang Jing asked again.

"Coming."

Fang Jing's gaze fell on his feet, Cen Jiu's straw sandals had been thrown away when he was hospitalized, and the pair of slippers he was wearing on his feet were still a pair borrowed from a nurse beauty, and now they were full of dust, and the soles of his shoes were worn out of glue.

He furrowed his eyebrows: "Walking?" ”

Fang Jing only felt that his forehead, which had been calm, began to hurt violently again.

He rubbed the corners of his forehead, and wanted to curse in his heart, but he held back again.

"Haicheng is here, across two cities, nearly three hundred kilometers away, the car has to turn several times, you tell me that you are walking on two legs, do you think I am stupid?"

Cen Jiu repeated indifferently: "I'm here." ”

Fang Jing's face suddenly sank, and he was about to say something, when Cen Jiu's gaze turned to the door, and the expression on his face suddenly turned cold.

Mother Fang stood outside the kitchen and was stunned for a moment: "Who is this?" ”

Fang Jing turned his head, his brows were almost knotted, and the word neuropathy came to his lips, and finally swallowed back.

"This is my friend, come to me for something."

Hearing that it was her son's friend, Fang's mother still had a warm smile on her face even though she was full of suspicion: "It's a respectful friend, hello hello, he rarely brings friends back, you must have a good relationship." He asked Fang Jing again, "What's your friend's name?" ”

"His name is Cen Jiu." Fang Jing glanced at Cen Jiu's clothes and shoes that looked like dried pickles, and said, "You come with me." ”

Seeing that his face was not good, Fang's mother watched the two of them go out nervously, and whispered, "Talk to your friend, don't quarrel." ”

She remembered that Fang Jing's temper had not been good since she was a child.

"It's fine." Fang Jing responded, went out with Cen Jiu, walked a few steps, and estimated that Fang's mother couldn't hear them before stopping.

"How do you know where my family lives?" This small fishing village is not easy to find, and ordinary people may not be able to find the address with it.

"I'll follow you."

"You're following me?" Fang Jing looked at him incredulously, "But I'm leaving in a car, how can you follow?" ”

"When you go out in the morning, I will always follow you, and then ......" Cen Jiu said expressionlessly, "and then you entered a moving box, and I followed ......"

"What a moving box, that's a car!" Fang Jing was simply delirious by Cen Jiu.

Hey, there's something wrong!

"You stayed at my house last night?" Fang Jing asked, "Where are you hiding?" ”

The house he rented was a one-bedroom apartment, and he searched inside and out, but he didn't find it.

"I'll be behind you."

Fang Jing: "......"

The answer is really simple and crude.

Thinking that he was followed by someone like a spirit behind him yesterday, Fang Jing almost collapsed, and barely regained what little self-control he had left, so he couldn't help but hurt people: "You followed me at the time, looking at me everywhere like a fool?" ”

No, that's not what he was trying to say!

He froze down, looked Cen Jiu's long straight legs up and down, and had a ghostly expression: "You follow me?" The car was traveling at one hundred and two mph on the highway, and you came back with those two things? Can you keep up? ”

"I can keep up." Cen Jiu is sure, it's just a little hard.

The running box was faster than their best Maxima, and he almost lost it.

Fang Jing heard the unexpected answer, wiped his face, and felt that this world was too mysterious to adapt to at all. When I put down my hand, I saw the trace in the palm of my hand that was so shallow that it was almost mixed with the palm print, and I was a little undecided.

Hasn't he already experienced something more mysterious than this? Then the person in front of him crossed over from the Great Qi Dynasty, and it seems that it is not impossible.

He took out the cigarette case from his pocket and held it in his mouth for a long time, but he didn't light it, and after a long time, he said, "Then what is your purpose in following me?" As you can see, my family is very poor and can't help you much. ”

"I just want to live." Cen Jiu was silent for a while, and then said with difficulty.

He is the killer of Suzaku Hall, the emperor's secret guard, and he has been instilled with a concept since he can remember, the value of his life is to protect the emperor of Daqi, the emperor asked him to kill, he did not hesitate to kill, and the emperor let him die, so he could die without regrets.

However, no one told him, and one day when the emperor to whom he was loyal was gone, along with the dynasty he was still living to, what would he do?

It was a completely different world from the Great Qi Dynasty in which he lived, with towering buildings, windows decorated with gemstones that were clearer and clearer than the finest crystals, flat and wide roads, and all kinds of magical boxes that could talk, run, and scream, all of which were beyond his knowledge.

will choose to follow Fang Jing, maybe because after being suddenly thrown into this completely strange world, Fang Jing is the first person to take the initiative to show favor to him, maybe because he sees through the kind nature of this young man's indifferent appearance, and is sure that after he follows him, Fang Jing will not leave him alone.

After more than ten years of secret guard career, it has become his instinct to seek good fortune and avoid evil, allowing him to make the fastest decisions in his favor in the face of adversity.

When he realized that the survival skills he had always relied on for his livelihood were completely useless in this world, Fang Jing was the first to lend a helping hand to him, and then he reached out and grabbed it without hesitation, never wanting to let go again.

He just wants to live, and he doesn't want to be squeezed out of his value like his predecessors, and then die miserably like an old dog.

When Fang Jing picked him up on the road again, Cen Jiu knew that he had won the bet.

Fang Jing thought that he would hear some tirade, but he didn't expect to hear only such a simple answer.

Just want to live.

It was this simple answer that touched him.

At this moment, Fang Jing remembered a lot of things.

He remembered the corpses on the boat when the fishing boat had an accident, and remembered Fang's father, who had been a fisherman all his life and finally agreed to amputation.

Everybody just wants to live well.

He took out a lighter, and it burned and extinguished and extinguished and extinguished and extinguished again.

Finally, he irritated and took the cigarette from his mouth, broke it and threw it on the ground, stepped on it and crushed it a few times, and when he raised his head, he had already made up his mind.

"If you want to follow me, you can do it." He looked at Cen Jiu's face and said, "But I have a few conditions, first, you are not allowed to tell anyone about your origin, and when others ask, they will say that you are my friend; Second, you are absolutely not allowed to choke people's necks at every turn, as yesterday did, I don't know what your previous world was like, but here we are accustomed to using the law to settle disputes in a civilized manner; Third, in the future, you are not allowed to squat on the roof beam, let alone follow me like a spirit behind me; Fourth...... Forget it, I'll sue you when I'm ready. ”

Cen Jiu nodded and looked at Fang Jing for a while.

His face was dusty, his hair was scattered behind his back, his white striped patient gown had long been dyed gray by the dust, and there was a foul smell of sweat on his body.

Fang Jing pinched the bridge of his nose, called Cen Jiu into the house, took the clothes that Fang's mother had just found for him, and said, "Go take a bath, don't scare my parents when you wear something like this." ”

Cen Jiu took his clothes and walked out, Fang Jing thought of something and chased him out: "The bathroom is here, by the way, will you use a water heater?" This is cold water, this is hot water......"

Fang Jing demonstrated once, but there was silence behind him for a long time, and when he turned around, he saw that Cen Jiu's dead face actually had a surprised expression.

"It's ingenious, it's breathtaking."

Fang Jing: "......"

Well, he really believes that Cen Jiu is not a psychopath, but really a traverser of the Great Qi Dynasty.

Even if you are neurotic, you will never have such a fanatical expression of worship in front of the water heater.

After Fang Jing demonstrated how to use the bathroom supplies, he pulled the door open and leaned against the bathroom door, thinking about how to explain Cen Jiu's matter to Fang Dad and Fang Mom.

If Cen Jiu was really a traverser, then he would definitely have to stay at home for a short time, and there was suddenly such a big living person with strange behavior in the family, how to explain it was really troublesome.

There is also the problem of ID card and household registration, the more I think about it, the more troublesome it becomes, Fang Jing felt that he was hot-headed for a while, and he had a hot potato in his hand, and he didn't know that it would be too late to regret turning Cen Jiu away from the door now.

Cen Jiu took a quick bath, and after a while, he came out with wet hair.

Fang Jing heard the sound of pushing the door, came back to his senses, and was a little stunned.

Previously, Cen Jiu had a scruffy beard on his face, and his body was dirty and smelly, and when he arrived at the hospital, he just treated him casually, but now he took a shower and revealed his true face, only to find that this person looked really good.

An angular face is heroic, and the clean lines reveal a cold and solemn atmosphere.

Fang Jing's gaze swept along his face, and then went down, suddenly revealing a miserable expression.

His figure is slightly shorter than Cen Jiu, Cen Jiu is a little shrunken when he wears his clothes, pants and T-shirts are not distinguished from inside and outside, even if he wears them backwards, who will sue him, what does this guy want to do when he wears underwear outside?

Being Superman?

Cen Jiu knew from his expression what he had done wrong, and squinted at Fang Jing without speaking.

Fang Jing rolled his eyes at Chaotian, trying his best to hold back and not laugh on the spot. He pointed to his shorts and said, "This one is worn inside, and the trousers are worn outside." ”

As he spoke, he ripped off his beach pants and demonstrated to Cen Jiu the correct way to wear underwear.

Cen Jiu understood, and very calmly ripped off the pants he was wearing, revealing his thin and strong thighs and the parts that could not be said below the waist.

Fang Jing was dumbfounded, and said, "Don't suddenly take off your pants in front of people!" ”

Do you want to show off his majesty?

Cen Jiu glanced at him and put on his pants, this time wearing the right ones.

While eating, Fang's mother kept looking at Cen Jiu with her eyes.

Cen Jiu's eating posture is very upright, his waist is straight, his hand holding the bowl is steady and powerful, he doesn't move a bit, he eats very quickly, and he eats a lot, as if he is often hungry and can't eat.

"Has Cen Jiu ever been a soldier? Sit in a good and upright position. "It's so tiring to watch.

Cen Jiu: "......"

Fang Jing said: "Yes, I used to be a soldier. ”

Fang's mother let out an "oh" and stopped talking.

Because there were guests at home, Fang's mother made six dishes, because lunch was relatively late, Fang's mother and Fang Jing didn't have much appetite, they only ate a little each, except for a little reserved for Fang's father in advance, the rest were all swept into Cen Jiu's stomach.

Seeing that Fang's mother and Fang Jing were stunned.

"Did that friend of yours have something wrong, he looks pretty ...... Wolf bèi. Fang's mother also asked Fang Jing secretly.

"It's okay, he's tall and eats a lot."

There were originally four rooms in the house, one was a miscellaneous room, the master bedroom was left to Fang's father, the one near the master bedroom is now Fang's mother living, so that she can take care of Fang's father at night, and the remaining one is Fang Xiaole's, when Fang Jing came back, the two brothers squeezed it.

At night, Fang Jing and Cen Jiu lived in Fang Xiaole's room.

The weather was a bit hot, and there was not even a ceiling fan in the room, only a small table fan blowing.

Fang Jing slept on the bed, so hot that he couldn't sleep.

He turned over and saw Cen Jiu'an sleeping quietly beside him, his ten fingers crossed on his lower abdomen motionless, and his whole person was like a tense bow that could release arrows at any time.

Fang Jingguang felt hard when he looked at it.

"Hey, what are you thinking?" He poked Cen Jiu's arm, feeling the muscles under his hand tense immediately.

"Nope."

"Then why don't you move?" Fang Jing asked.

"The bed is too small."

Fang Jing: "......"

It's boring!

Fang Jing rolled over, closed his eyes with his back to Cen Jiu, and gradually fell asleep in the creaking sound of the old electric fan.

After he fell asleep, Cen Jiu, who had been lying beside him without moving, suddenly opened his eyes, and by the starlight outside the window, he looked at Fang Jing intently, looked at it for a long time, and then slowly lay back on the bed, exhaled very lightly, and then closed his eyes with peace of mind.