In the dead of night, there was silence, only the starlight outside the window spilled in through the corner of the uncovered curtain, illuminating a small space.

On the small Simmons bed, two figures were intertwined and embraced each other—pure sleep.

The temperature of the air conditioner in the room was very low, and Fang Jing wrapped himself in a towel quilt and firmly buckled Cen Jiu to sleep.

The ten-dollar plastic alarm clock on the bedside table is pointing to two o'clock in the morning.

As if a monitor was installed in his body, Fang Jing, who had been sleeping soundly, sat up from the bed with his eyes closed, but he had already automatically gotten out of bed, touched the table, and took out the drawing book from the drawer to open it and began to draw ghost talismans.

Behind him, Cen Jiu, who was already asleep, quietly opened his eyes, looked at Fang Jing's strange behavior, wrinkled his eyebrows, and quietly picked up his mobile phone and poked it.

It wasn't the first time he had seen Fang Jing like this.

He had also seen such a disease, once he was instructed by His Majesty the Emperor to get rid of a minister whom he did not like and could not move him openly, he lurked in the minister's house, and found that the minister's favorite concubine Xinna had this problem, and that time he didn't even do it himself, and the favorite concubine got up in the middle of the night, took the knife on the table to peel fruit, and stabbed the minister to death like cutting fruit.

Fang Jing's current appearance is similar to that of the favored concubine, he can't wake him up simply and rudely, he can only pay more attention.

Cen Jiu lay motionless on the bed, always paying attention to Fang Jing's actions, but fortunately, after Fang Jing drew the ghost talisman for a while, he climbed onto the bed like no one else, wrapped in a towel and hugged Cen Jiu like a koala and continued to sleep unconsciously, quite like Fang Xiaole holding him at the beginning.

Cen Jiu saw that he was breathing steadily, and he seemed to be asleep, so he stretched out his finger and poked Fang Jing's fair cheek, these two brothers have a problem, they love to sleep with things when they sleep.

Fang Jing's eyebrows moved, he turned over, and rubbed one long leg on Fang Jing's waist, sleeping soundly.

I dreamed of a shipwreck overnight, and when he got up the next day, Fang Jing only felt exhausted, as if someone was hitting him with a big hammer in his head, he had a splitting headache, and his pants were still slippery and greasy, which was extremely uncomfortable.

After realizing what it was, Fang Jing's handsome face suddenly darkened, the life of a single man is so unsophisticated, especially Cen Jiu is still like a fresh and delicious sweet cake, sleeping next to him every night, he can control it is already very deep.

Let's go buy another bed tomorrow, put away the things in the living room, and then set up a small bed should be enough.

Fang Jing thought about it, stroked his forehead that was jumping in pain, staggered out of bed, opened the wardrobe, and took out a pair of clean underwear to change into.

He used to live alone, and he was used to being comfortable, and besides, Cen Jiu usually looked like a ghost, unless he wanted to appear himself, otherwise he basically couldn't notice his existence.

Fang Jing didn't bother to close the door and stood in front of the cabinet to change clothes.

Cen Jiu bought breakfast and came back, pushed the door in, and the whole person paused.

Knock?

Hehe, the dark guard who crossed through the Great Qi Dynasty said that there was no such concept.

Fang Jing was stunned, still maintaining the independent posture of the golden rooster, standing on the ground with one hand, one foot into his pants, and the shirt he had just changed into had not had time to button up, revealing most of his chest, as well as a thin waist under the bowed back.

Cen Jiu was calm, when he was a secret guard in the past, he lived in a chase shop, and there were seven or eight secret guards in one room, and there were too many men's fruit bodies, but no person's body brought him such a big impact as Fang Jing.

The legs are so white, the skin is so tender, and the waist is so thin, like a woman.

Cen Jiu glanced at Fang Jing, his gaze seemed to be more than two more glances at Fang Jing's key parts, and he was quite delicate.

Fang Jing suddenly exploded: "What are you looking at?!" ”

"Eat, I'm going to be late for work." Cen Jiu calmly turned around and went out, and took the door with him.

Fang Jing: "......"

The ancients were so open-minded? Looking at other people's fruit bodies so calmly? Or is his figure really unattractive to Cen Jiu?

Fang Jing thought to himself, no, obviously when he was in the fishing village, he thought it was too hot, and he wore the old man's beach pants with his bare arms, this guy was still disgusted, so he had to put on clothes.

It can only be said that Brother Dark Guard's mind is too complicated to guess.

Fang Jing quickly brushed his teeth and took a shower, and sat down at the table to eat breakfast.

Today's breakfast is beef noodles downstairs, as well as pickled pickles made by the boss himself, Fang Jing and Cen Jiu both love to eat it.

There was only one bowl on the table, and two disposable plastic bowls were thrown in the garbage can, obviously Cen Jiu's own share had been eaten, and he was squatting in the bathroom and didn't know what he was doing.

Fang Jingsan ate the noodles in two bites, and decided to explain some common sense to Cen Jiu clearly, an embarrassing thing like today's would be embarrassing enough to appear once!

"Cen Jiu—" he coughed and said, "We need to talk." ”

Cen Jiu came out of the bathroom, holding a small piece of washed cloth in his hand.

After seeing clearly what the little fabric was, Fang Jing's old face suddenly burned, he forgot everything he wanted to say, and quickly ran over and snatched it with one hand, embarrassed.

He hasn't let anyone wash his underwear since junior high school, not even Fang's mother, how can this Cen Jiushou be so fast!

"I used to live alone, so I didn't pay so much attention to a lot of habits." He coughed, suppressed the embarrassment, touched his burning ears, and said, "Now that the two of us live together, some places are still better than the three chapters of the law." First, no matter who you or I are doing alone in the room, always remember to knock on the door before entering. ”

Being seen in such a black history as a fruit body should never be published a second time.

"Second, it would be nice to know everyone's inner beauty; Thirdly—"

There are one, two, three for everything, but the third point Fang Jing thought about it, and he didn't think of the right one, so he said: "The third hasn't been thought about for the time being, and I'll talk about it when I think about it later." ”

Cen Jiu glanced at Fang Jing with that strange look again, and finally stayed very vaguely for a few more seconds under Fang Jing, successfully provoking Fang Jing's hair.

"What are you looking at again?!"

"Okay, remember to knock on the door." Cen Jiu was as kind as a stream, reminding him, "I'm going to be late for work." ”

"Huh? It's eight o'clock, I'm going to be late! Fang Jing looked at the time, screamed, quickly dried the little Nene, rushed into the room and took the bag to get ready to go to work, saw the drawing book spread out, picked it up and glanced at it.

"Huh?" Fang Jing called out.

Cen Jiu, who was originally the door god at the bathroom door, moved to the door almost like an arrow, and knocked on the door.

"This, this, this, this ......" Fang Jing held up the drawing book and raised it to Cen Jiu, with a strange expression on his face.

Cen Jiu's eyebrows moved, looking at him.

"You drew this?" After a few days, Fang Jing got up in the early hours of the morning every day to add bricks and tiles to the drawing book, and the graffiti of the original ghost drawing talisman was connected, how did it look like a nautical chart, and there was a big X in the middle.

Cen Jiu looked at him with a stupid expression.

That's not right!

"You drew it." Cen Jiu said.

Fang Jing: "......"

He looked dazed, apparently having no memory of it.

"You get up at two o'clock in the morning every day and draw it."

Fang Jing: "......"

There was no basis for his words, Cen Jiu picked up the mobile phone at the bedside, clicked on a video to show him, Fang Jing took it with a suspicious face, only to see a dark patch, and a faint shadow moved around.

"Mom!" Rao is Fang Jing was not small, but he was also taken aback, and his mobile phone was almost thrown out.

"It's just sleepwalking." Cen Jiu glanced at him, others sleepwalking syndrome is going up the mountain, climbing trees, chopping wood, hunting, cooking, cooking, and laundry, he is a ghost drawing talisman, at the beginning, Cen Jiu was really worried that he would poke himself to death with a pen.

Fang Jing thought about it and clicked on the other videos saved in his phone.

In the video, he gets up stiffly with his eyes closed and jumps, touches the edge of the table with great skill, takes out his drawing book with great skill, and begins to doodle with great skill.

"......" Fang Jing was silent after watching the video.

"When did I start...... Such? He asked.

Cen Jiu replied: "I went to sea with your classmates and came back." ”

Fang Jing frowned.

He was sure he didn't have this problem before, but why did he suddenly have the disease of sleepwalking? He remembered his new problem, and every time he came across an artifact, he was prone to daydreaming.

Fang Jing thought left and right, looked at the charts on the drawing book and was silent, always feeling that something was wrong.

However, as time passed, Fang Jing didn't have time to think about it, he was ready to go to work, and when he went out, he stuffed the drawing book into his bag.

It wasn't until he entered the museum that Fang Jing turned on the computer and saw the materials in the archive, and when he saw the materials in the archive, he made a "ding" sound, and he had always felt that something was wrong and finally connected by him.

The cultural relics that he will daydream about when he touches them are all sunken ships or fished out of rivers, lakes and seas!

It's all about water!

I see!

In the basement collection room, there are still some broken copper, iron, broken porcelain, and broken pottery left over from the previous museum, because some parts of the porcelain pieces have not been found, and they have not been spliced together.

Fang Jing tried to pick up a few pieces, and sure enough, there was no response to several pieces of ancient money unearthed from the ancient tomb, and the bottom of one of the broken Ming Dynasty blue and white porcelain vases appeared again.

Fang Jing tried a few things, and finally confirmed one thing, that is, the side effects of water bubbles can only appear when they come into contact with water-related cultural relics.

He spread out his palm, silently looking at the faint mark on his palm, which was almost invisible, and thought to himself what kind of bead this was, not only allowing him to walk and breathe freely in the seawater, but also to have such a wonderful effect without being affected by pressure.

"It's a treasure." Fang Jing muttered to himself, happy.

With this wonderful skill, can he go out and walk around the antique street like in novels and TV, and casually pick up a treasure and sell it for a sky-high price?!

Such a golden finger, if you don't make good use of it, you're really sorry for yourself.

Fang Jing thought about the beautiful situation of sweeping back through the antique street, and a bunch of master-level treasure connoisseurs following behind him, vying to be his disciple, and laughed.

"Xiao Fang, the materials that you asked you to sort out a few days ago are going to be translated into English, have you found someone to translate them?"

The director's critical voice came from the door, instantly poking Fang Jing back to reality from the fantasy of Zhong Er's domineering test to dominate the world.

"I've translated it and I'm looking for someone to proofread it."

The director nodded: "Hurry up and get it right, don't make a mistake." ”

The museum often has crooked nuts to visit, and a bad one is easy to provoke jokes.

Fang Jing is experienced in this matter, on weekends or golden holidays, there are a lot of people who come to visit the museum, many people get up early to line up, and the electronic screen will also scroll to prompt Chinese and English entry instructions, once it was pointed out by a crooked nut, there is a mistake in it!

Of course, this mistake has been corrected a long time ago, but it still makes the director very mindful, and the content of the translation will be perfected in the future.

After the translation work was done, Fang Jing had nothing to do in the afternoon, he took out the drawing book and began to study this simple nautical chart.

Almost without much thought, Fang Jing could guess the chart of the sea area that the Siamese envoy ship passed through in this dream, and the location of the shipwreck was in the big x position of this chart.

Fang Jing flipped through a large number of materials, made countless investigations on the craftsmanship of the ruby earrings he found in the sea valley, and took photos, and specially asked a professor at the university who specialized in this area, and concluded that this earring should be a work of the late 14th century AD.

At the end of the Yuan Dynasty and the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, the southern kingdom of Rahu, that is, the Ayutthaya Ayutthaya Kingdom, conquered the Sukhothai Kingdom of Siam, and later Zhu Yuanzhang of the Ming □□Dynasty canonized the king of Ayutthaya as the king of Siam.

This also makes sense, during the Ming Dynasty, dozens of countries in Southeast Asia paid tribute to the Great Heavens, and the navigation technology at that time was already very mature.

These were all in line with the Siamese envoy ship he had seen in his dream.

"But where exactly are the coordinates of the wreck?" Fang Jing looked at the simple graffiti nautical chart on the drawing book and frowned.

He sleepwalked in the middle of the night and got up to draw nautical charts, so couldn't he draw them more finely? There is not even a coordinate, just a general location, so how can he determine the coordinates of a sunken ship?

Forget it, no matter, let's get off work first.

Fang Jing put the drawing book in his bag and went home from work.

He has always been thrifty, even if he fished out a piece of ebony a while ago and earned more than one million, but he has a detailed plan for every penny, and he can't move around, and at present, he and Cen Jiu's living needs still depend on his meager salary.

Fang Jing's work is more civilian, he usually doesn't exercise enough, and the museum where he works is only three stops away from his home, if he is not in a hurry, he will choose to walk home most of the time after work, not to save money, but to exercise.

Cen Jiu called in the afternoon, came to report that he would be busy today, and he would not be able to go home later, Fang Jing felt that it was not interesting to stay at home alone, he didn't want to go back so early, so he was too lazy to take the car, and walked home by the No. 11 bus, and by the way, he saw something delicious on the road, and he could buy some and go back to Cen Jiu to taste.

Thinking of the ferocity of Cen Jiu when he usually ate, Fang Jing couldn't help but complain that the emperor of the Great Qi Dynasty who didn't know whether there was a zài in history or not, when an emperor slammed the door like that, he didn't even give people enough to eat, and the secret guards around him were hungry and virtuous.

However, although Cen Jiu usually spoke little and was relatively silent, he rarely talked about him as a secret guard in the past, but from the occasional words he mentioned, Fang Jing could still guess the situation of the group of secret guards at that time.

Thinking of what the doctor said in the hospital at the beginning, Cen Jiuyi's secret injury is not obvious now, but in the end, the injury is fundamental, and if he can't take care of it well, he will be sick in the future.

Although Fang Jing is frugal, he is not stingy, especially the person who is recognized by him as a close person, but he is very generous.

Cen Jiu ate a lot, so he tried his best to keep him full, and from Cen Jiu's nuances of not refusing to accept food, he captured some useful information.

For example, Cen Jiu is not picky about eating, but he obviously loves fruits and sweets, and he prefers fried or stir-fried ones to steamed ones.

He speculated that it was probably due to the low level of productivity in ancient times, and the ancient diet was mainly steamed, boiled and stewed, and because of transportation, it was difficult to eat fruits that were not in season. As soon as the concubine laughed on the red dust, no one knew that it was an allusion to lychees, and he still knew it.

That kind of treatment must only be enjoyed by nobles, and secret guards like Cen Jiu will definitely not be able to enjoy it.

Fang Jing's sense of territory is very strict, so he usually looks a little cold-hearted and cold-hearted, this is all because of the great changes in the family back then, after seeing the warmth and coldness of people, he is actually a very soft person by nature, and he always tries his best to take care of those close to him.

Remembering that Cen Jiu's first half of his life was not easy, it was rare to meet him in this life, although the two of them did not make it clear, but they both had a little bit of inexplicable meaning, Fang Jing wanted to be as good to him as possible within his ability.

When he was in college, there was a Chinese medicine college next door, and there was an old Chinese medicine doctor with good skills, why don't you take Cen Jiu over one day and prescribe two pairs of medicinal meals for him to nourish his body?

So, when he took a shortcut from a newly built construction site with a large pile of fruits and sweets, he rubbed his eyes in disbelief when he saw the figure carrying a cement bag sweating like rain on the construction site.

Isn't that that that Cen Jiu?

Fang Jing was immediately shocked, and then an inexplicable anger rose up.

It turns out that the job Cen Jiu said is to move bricks and cement at the construction site?

It's not that he looks down on the work of moving bricks on the construction site, as long as he is willing to work, he can earn more money a month than he sits in the office, but if the money is at the expense of overdraft and physical health, he would rather not.

He was digging out his mind on the side, thinking about how to give him a body, but Cen Jiu went to the construction site to work hard.

Others carry two bags, he carries four bags and five bags, and he runs fast back and forth.

Don't you know that your body is losing a lot? Is it powerful?

As long as he thought that Cen Jiu had been like this these days, he had been moving cement at the construction site all day under the sun that could stun people, and he felt that the powder tickets he collected that day were a little hot.

How much reinforced concrete do you have to move a day to earn 600 yuan?

And there is not even a safety guard on the top of the head, if something falls down, the head will be opened.

"Cen Jiu!"