When Fang Xiaole went home, he couldn't live at home.

His bed was originally just a small bed of 1.5 meters, and two people could barely squeeze it, but three people couldn't settle at all.

Fang Jing went to the miscellaneous house and wanted to move the two shelf beds inside, anyway, they were all big men, so they didn't need to be too particular, they could sleep in the courtyard or hall.

The miscellaneous room was full of things, and the two shelf beds were placed at the bottom, and Fang Jing had a headache when he looked at the miscellaneous items piled up on the bed all the way to the ceiling.

Cen Jiu walked in, moved things out one by one, and finished it after a while, and then walked out with a shelf bed in one hand.

"Wait a minute—" Before Fang Jing finished speaking, he heard a "bang", and the bed froze.

"Brother, your friend seems to have a bit of a bad brain." Fang Xiaole's child was very envious of Cen Jiu's strength, pinched his thin arms and legs, and did not forget to slander his brother.

"......" Fang Jing.

Fang Jing thought about it, even Xiaole could see Cen Jiu's abnormality, and it seemed that he had to find a time for Cen Jiu to learn the common sense of this world.

It doesn't matter if you don't have knowledge, it's a bit scary if you don't have common sense, and the problem of household registration ID cards must be solved as much as possible.

Cen Jiu's expression was indifferent, and he moved out the two shelves and beds, and stood in front of Fang Jing.

He was tall, standing in front of Fang Jing, half a head taller than Fang Jing, and when he lowered his head to look at Fang Jing, he was quite oppressive.

Fang Jing couldn't guess if he heard Fang Xiaole's muttering just now, he helped Cen Jiu dismantle the shelf bed, and then Cen Jiu carried the bed that was broken down into iron pipes and walked out.

He and Cen Jiu put the beds in the hall, and in order to save space, the two beds were placed against the wall next to each other, just like in the dormitory. You don't have to clean up when it's hot, wipe it clean and spread a layer of mattress and you can sleep directly.

When the youngest son came back, Fang's father was very happy, and asked Fang Jing and Fang's mother to help him up from the bed and follow him to the table for dinner.

During the meal, Fang Jing told Fang's father about going to the hospital next week, because he was worried that Fang's father would be even more reluctant to go to the hospital after he found out, so he kept Fang Xiaole's matter and didn't say anything.

It was hot and humid in the summer, and there was no air conditioning at home, so Fang's father lay in bed all day long, and bedsores developed on his back. His dad has always been very patient, even if it hurts like that, on the surface, he is still like no one.

"I'm fine, I'll just wait for the weather to cool down." Father Fang unexpectedly refused, "I'll let your mother buy some anti-inflammatory drugs and wipe it when I go back." The current hospital is like a bandit, and if you have nothing to do, you will be prescribed such and such medicines, which are all expensive. ”

Fang Jing couldn't laugh or cry a little: "Dad, I have money, and it doesn't cost much to go to the hospital for a checkup." ”

"If you have money, you will save it and marry a daughter-in-law in the future, do you have to use it cleanly?" Father Fang was stubborn and said unhappily, "The houses in the city are so expensive, I heard that the houses in Haicheng are tens of thousands of square meters, and you don't know if you can buy one square meter with your annual salary." Nowadays, girls are expensive, who wants to marry you without a house or car. ”

Fang Jing frowned: "Dad, I have my own plans, don't worry about it." ”

"I can't control you now." Father Fang sighed.

Fang Xiaole looked at this, then at that, and finally lowered his head and took a bite of rice.

Since the injury, Fang's father has not had a good appetite, and after eating a small bowl of rice, he couldn't eat anymore, so he pushed his wheelchair back to the room to rest.

Seeing his father like this, Fang Jing felt uncomfortable in his heart, and put down the bowl after eating a few bites casually.

The only one at the dinner table who was not affected was Cen Jiu, when the Fang family had a dispute, he ate silently, and when the Fang family put down the dishes and chopsticks, Cen Jiu just ate the last piece of green vegetables into his mouth.

"Your dad is worried that he is afraid that you will spend money, don't take it to heart, I will persuade him." Fang's mother glanced at Fang Jing, and finally didn't worry about Fang's father alone, so she followed into the room.

Fang Jing was in a very depressed mood, habitually touched the cigarette, held it in his mouth and did not light it, was discovered by Fang Xiaole, and stared at him with wide eyes.

"Brother, you're smoking again!" Fang Xiaole's eyes rolled, and he opened his mouth to call Fang's mother.

"Little Ancestor, don't call it, don't call it, I'm afraid of you." Fang Jing hurriedly took down the cigarette, rubbed it and threw it in the garbage heap, laughing and laughing at himself, "Do I have a younger brother or a mother?" ”

Fang Xiaole hummed twice and went into the house with his schoolbag to do his homework.

Fang Xiaole hadn't seen Fang Jing for a long time, and he had to sleep with his brother at night. Fang Jing hadn't slept well for several nights in a row, and he actually preferred to sleep alone, but he couldn't resist his younger brother, so he still agreed.

"Such an adult, you still have to sleep with me, you love brother!" Fang Jing had just finished taking a shower, his hair was still wet, and he sat on the small bed, watching Fang Xiaole write his homework under the light.

Cen Jiu shook at the door, Fang Jing saw it, and said, "I'll accompany Xiaole today, you go to sleep first." ”

After saying that, Fang Jing felt that there was something wrong with what he said, and it was strange and ambiguous.

Fang Xiaole glanced directly at his brother with his eyes, and whispered, "Brother, you slept with Brother Jiu yesterday?" ”

"yes, just sleep on your little bed, it's hot to death." Fang Jing said disapprehantly, "Go to sleep, I'll write my homework tomorrow." ”

"I'm done." Fang Xiaole stopped talking, lowered his head and finished writing this weekend's exercises, put them away and put them in his bag, so that he would have time to accompany his brother on Saturday and Sunday.

Fang Xiaole turned off the lights and lay down on the bed next to Fang Jing, his mood was still immersed in the joy of his brother going home for a month, and he couldn't help but say, "Brother, you can really be at home this month and not go to work?" ”

"It's nothing, the museum is reorganized, I don't have anything to do, I've taken a good leave, Mrs. Fang, do you want to call our curator to confirm?"

"I'm not an old mother! Brother, you're so annoying. After Fang Xiaole complained, he began to play silly again, "Then what are you going to do tomorrow?" ”

It was already past ten o'clock, Fang Jing was so sleepy that his eyelids were fighting, and he said perfunctorily: "Go to the sea to get money for you, little ancestor, can you sleep?" I'm so sleepy. ”

Fang Xiaole boarded, and the school slept at about this time, and the biological clock he developed also made his eyelids sink gradually, and he soon fell asleep, and when he fell asleep, he habitually rolled in the direction of his brother's sleep. The weather was hot, Fang Xiaole's little yang qi was heavy and his body was hot, and after a while, Fang Jing felt that he was awakened by the heat as if he had put a fire around him.

When he opened his eyes, Fang Xiaole rolled to his side, holding his arm and sleeping soundly.

Picking up the phone at the bedside, it was only three o'clock.

Fang Jing got up slowly, pulled his arm out of Fang Xiaole's arms, adjusted the direction of the small fan again, blew on his feet, and then got up lightly.

The door was open in the hall, mosquito coils were lit, and the sea breeze blew, which was cooler than in the house.

Fang Jing took out a cigarette outside, held it in his mouth without lighting it, sat on the wooden stool under the grape trellis, looked at the horizon in the distance and did not speak.

When his family had an accident, he was in his third year of high school, which was the most intense time to study, and the pressure was already great, if it wasn't for Fang's mother and Fang's father's insistence, maybe he wouldn't even take the college entrance examination, and directly dropped out of school to follow the villagers to go fishing. That's it, he was still affected by the college entrance examination, his performance was abnormal, and he was transferred to Haicheng University's cultural relics identification major.

This is the first college student from the old Fang family, and Fang's father is very firm that he must go to college.

Fang's father said at the time: "If it was before, it doesn't matter if you go to college or not, you can make a lot of money by going to sea with your father." But now that this is the case, the fishing resources in the coastal waters are becoming more and more poor, and there are many fish on the high seas, but they are too dangerous, maybe they will be gone one day, son, you have to go to school, no matter what job you find after school, it is better than staying in the village to fish. You just need to go to school with peace of mind, and you don't have to worry about anything else with me and your mother. ”

Fang Jing has always felt that although his father doesn't read much, he is really a very smart and wise person. When others were still driving small boats to fish along the coast, satisfied with the huge harvest brought by the nets, Fang's father had already realized the consequences of this kind of overfishing, and was the first to borrow money to buy a second-hand trawler and go to the deep sea to work.

As it turned out, his dad's decision was perfectly normal. In the early years, deep-sea fishing was very smooth, and the harvest was also very rich, not only did he quickly pay off the loan to buy a fishing boat, but he was also the first to build a small western-style house in the village.

If it weren't for the fishing boat accident later, the Fang family might have become the first nouveau riche to walk out of the fishing village.

Even so, the catastrophe at that time did not defeat Fang's father, both legs were amputated on the hospital bed, and he was still arranging the life of his family in an orderly manner.

At that time, a boatload of people died, the compensation of the family, the reproach of the villagers, and even the ruthlessness of his siblings, did not make Fang's father have any pessimistic thoughts, and he didn't know how much he suffered before he secretly said that he didn't want to live behind his back.

In addition to physical pain, the most important thing is probably the psychological burden.

In the distance, there was a rooster crowing, the sky was already dawning, the sky was white, and a new day was about to begin.

Fang Jing threw away the cigarette and when he returned to the house again, he had already made up his mind.

He has grown up, and he is no longer the little child who secretly hid under the protection of his father, and he wants to replace Fang's father to support this stormy home.

Fortunately, he now has that water bubble, and entering the sea is as simple as breathing for him, how can he make a way out of this home.