Professor Yu heard that Fang Jing had caught several pieces of precious porcelain, and the old man couldn't care about his tiredness, so he ran directly from the dock to Fang's house, really using Ben, and he didn't know what kind of person who usually had to walk carefully didn't wrestle when he ran over and ran all the way to Fang's door without incident.

"Slow down, things won't run." Fang Jing was frightened, for fear that the old man would be not good, and he would be in trouble if he fell or something.

"Where, where? What about porcelain? Professor Yu couldn't wait to ask.

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

"It's a pity, it's not a chicken cup, otherwise it's definitely a sky-high price." Because the year when Emperor Chenghua of the Ming Dynasty ascended the throne was the Year of the Rooster, he ordered all porcelain to be tattooed with chickens, so the Doucai porcelain was the most precious in the Chenghua years, and the chicken cup was the most valuable in the wine glass.

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 this kind of master to help for free.

"Get busy, don't get in the way." Professor Yu disliked him for squatting on the side for too much space and inconvenience, so he waved him away like a fly.

Fang Jing: "......"

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

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

"Roasted sweet potatoes? Where are you from? "This is their locally grown sweet potato, the red heart, although it is a little small, the taste is sweet, and it is very fragrant when roasted.

"An aunt just came to deliver it." Cen Jiu glanced inside the room and led Fang Jing outside.

The two of them came to the beach, found a reef and sat down, and ate the small roasted sweet potato.

"Tomorrow we'll go buy some sweet potatoes and go home and bake them ourselves." The roasted sweet potatoes were too small, and Fang Jing was a little unsatisfied with them.

Cen Jiu propped his hand behind him and looked at Fang Jing: "Wipe your mouth." ”

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

The waves crash against the reef with a rattling sound.

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

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

"There are so many people, annoying!" Cen Jiu said, but he still stretched out his hand and pulled Fang Jing up, and the two of them began to walk back again.

In winter, the fishing village is quiet, and there is no one to see on the road for half a day, everyone is huddled at home to roast and eat melon seeds, and the men sit in a circle and play some small cards, only the children are playing and making trouble, and they can't be quiet for a moment.

Fang Jing found that Cen Jiu really didn't like to be lively, as soon as there was someone in the family, he disappeared, and he could hardly be seen except for eating and sleeping.

Since Fang's father, Fang's mother and Fang Xiaole both went to the United States, there have always been only two people in the house, Cen Jiu obviously enjoyed the quiet time when the two of them were alone, and suddenly there were so many people in the family at once, Fang Jing felt that Cen Jiu was uncomfortable even with every strand of hair.

"Why don't we go and stay outside for two days?" Fang Jing turned around, held the back of his head with both hands, and walked step by step.

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

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

"Okay, it's all up to you." The sound of cannon salutes in the distance indicates that the New Year is approaching.

Fang Jing said: "There are more than 20 days to celebrate the New Year, this is the first time you have celebrated the New Year at my house, what kind of New Year's gift do you want?" ”

"Nothing particularly wanted." The expression on Cen Jiu's face was indifferent.

"No way, there's always something you want." Fang Jing asked with great interest, "What are you ...... I mean, during the Great Qi Dynasty, what did you do during the Chinese New Year? You're celebrating the New Year, right? ”

Cen Jiu glanced at him and said, "As usual, train, go on a mission." ”

There is no such festival as the New Year, even if the emperor seals the seal at the end of the year and the hundred officials take a break, the secret guards of their Vermilion Bird Hall are still a group of killers lurking in the dark, peeping and waiting, showing their sharp fangs, and completely eradicating anyone and anything that can 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 learned human resource management at first glance, this is not good, as a boss, not only to supervise the hard work of his employees, but also to consider the welfare of employees and take care of the feelings of employees, such a way of drying up and fishing is not conducive to sustainable development." ”

After Fang Jing finished speaking, he felt that there was something wrong, this is not how he used it to dry up and fish.

Cen Jiu touched his head and didn't answer.

A group of people whose names have been discarded, and only have ranking codes, what is there to bother with that one? It's like an object, people only care about whether it is good or not, so how can they bother to care about what an object thinks?

Aren't these secret guards just an object in the eyes of that one? If you don't have it, add it.

Cen Jiu didn't speak, the atmosphere was dull, Fang Jing was a little apprehensive in his heart, wondering if he had said something wrong and touched Cen Jiu's sadness.

Even if Cen Jiu didn't say it, Fang Jing also learned from the other party's faint words that the secret guards of the Great Qi Dynasty were not estimated to be a group of people with high status, Cen Jiu must have suffered a lot back then, and he used all his strength to survive, and then met him on that inconspicuous afternoon.

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

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

Cen Jiu listened carefully, and when he heard it, he couldn't help but smile on his indifferent face, and affirmed Fang Jing's wish: "You have a goal in life. ”

Mr. Fang Jing, who has a very purposeful life, began to secretly think in frustration that his boyfriend's life was too hard, so that he didn't even have a wish, was it swollen?