I opened a bookstore in ancient times

Cinnamon lay in Su Yao's arms, meowing lazily.

This cat has a very good temper, clingy and easy to stroke.

Just a little heavy.

Su Yao rubbed the cat's head, and lightly knocked on Fu Ling's door: "Mr. Fu, are you in?"

There was silence inside the door for a while, but Uncle Wu poked his head out, put his index finger on his lips, and said "hush", then turned around and closed the door: "Boss Su, my son is writing a manuscript."

Su Yao unconsciously lowered her voice: "I'm still writing."

Uncle Wu made a gesture: "It's almost finished. The young master said that there are still two chapters left."

Fu Gezi was actually almost finished writing.

In a few days, Su Yao's view of Fu Gezi changed.

First, I took the initiative to raise the deadline, and then I took the initiative to lock myself in the small black room to update the text.

Reformed?

Changed your mind and made pigeons again?

Or break too much, and finally awaken the conscience of the pigeon?

Uncle Wu sighed: It was mainly because he agreed to Bai Cai on impulse.If you don't write it, the cabbage will be out of your hands.

Pigeons have no heart.

Pigs who want to eat cabbage have it.

Uncle Wu glanced at Su Yao, then smiled: "Boss Su, why don't you go and see my young master?"

He frowns again: "The old slave can't understand what the young master wrote. The young master hasn't written for a long time. Would you like to read it, Boss Su?"

Cavan.

It's also common to run out of inspiration during writing.

Su Yao thought for a moment, and said: "Since I won't write for the time being, let's have dinner first. I'll make dinner first and bring it to Mr. Fu."

Uncle Wu hurriedly thanked, and only stretched out his hand: "Boss Su is cooking, give me the cinnamon first."

He smiled apologetically, "This cat always clings to you, so it's tiring to hold it."

Su Yao smiled gently: "It's a good thing that a kitten can be strong and lively."

Cinnamon was moved out of Su Yao's arms, and he reluctantly stretched out his claws, but was held down by Uncle Wu again: "Don't scratch Boss Su's clothes."

Gently rubbed the cat's head again.

I hugged you out for your own good.

Later let the eldest son know that he is trapped in the small black room to finish the manuscript, you are stuck in Boss Su's arms, and you won't have to eat the dried fish next month.

Guipi looked at Su Yao's back eagerly.

Animals have the most sensitive instincts.

Guipi likes to pester Su Yao, because Su Yao is obviously much gentler than Fu Gezi.

His hands are soft, his tone is kind, and his eyebrows are gentle.

And feed me delicious food.

Gui Pi didn't know, but Mr. Fu also thought so.

Guipi didn't even know that many pigs who had the same thoughts as Mr. Fu thought so too.

Uncle Wu sighed.

Gui Pi foolishly meowed.

Gradually into the summer, the days are getting longer and longer.

When Su Yao was cutting the fish fillets, the afterglow of the setting sun was falling on the side of his face.Xiangwan's light was hazy, and it lightly fell on his eyelashes, leaving a faint halo.

While washing the sauerkraut, Cheng An lamented the eldest son's happy life again.

The treasures in the world of mortals are food and beauties.

The eldest son has it all.

My eldest son is top-notch everywhere, and he picks the best person for marriage.

Although it seems that getting married is far away...

But after such a long time, there should be a write-off.

Cheng An helped to light the fire, then raised his eyes and mentioned: "The weather is getting hot now, and I heard that the lotus flowers in Daci'an Temple are about to bloom. Can you go see this year, my lord?"

On June [-]th, there is a custom in old Beijing to admire the lotus.

This day, also known as "Sunfu", is a folk festival for drying clothes and drying things.

The bookstores naturally dry books, and the Daci'an Temple will hold a "drying scripture ceremony". On the first day of the temple's opening, there will be a temple fair from morning to night.

Su Yao slid the fish fillet into the pot, just smiled: "Our bookstore is too busy to dry books, so let's not go."

Cheng An only said: "I'll do it for the book drying. You can also go out for a stroll, and you can take Ah Yan with you. Mr. Fu will definitely go too."

In fact, my eldest son has always been tired of too many people, and he doesn't like to join in the fun.

But if Boss Su asks, the eldest son will definitely be willing.

The point is, Brother Anwei told me that the marriage lottery in Da Ci'an Temple is approved.

It's a pity that Boss Su and the eldest son don't draw one.

Su Yao hesitated for a moment: "But so many books..."

Cheng An patted his chest and promised: "Leave it to me, young master, don't worry. You have been in the store all day, and you haven't gone out to play much. People say that the lotus flowers in Daci'an Temple are beautiful."

Su Yao thinks about it too, he has been here for more than a year, and he went out for a stroll seriously, and it was just that time in Shangsi.Since my health is better, I should go out more.

He poured hot oil on the peppercorns and peppers, and the aroma of the peppers and hemp was tangy, so Su Yao responded, "Then I will have a word with Mr. Fu."

Cheng An chuckled, but saw two big soup bowls.

Su Yao said: "Mr. Fu writes the manuscript, I will eat with him."

Cheng An encouraged himself: So the eldest son is waiting here.The eldest son seizes the opportunity!

This was not an opportunity created by Fu Gezi. When he heard the door being pushed open, he thought it was Uncle Wu who had gone out to eat.

But the smell of peppery and spicy pickled fish hooked Fu Gezi to look up: "Boss Su?"

Su Yao smiled: "Mr. Fu will write after dinner."

Fu Gezi, who was five days away from drafting, was suddenly moved.

It would be even more touching if I didn't have to write after eating...

It is not a good habit to be in Long and look forward to Shu, you must learn to be content.

Fu Ling moved from the pile of writing, ink and paper to Su Yao's side, and he was very happy.

First, serve a bowl of tomato and egg drop soup: "Boss Su, drink some soup."

Su Yao was startled for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said, "I've known Mr. Fu for so long, and this is the first time I've had dinner together."

There used to be someone else.

It was really the first time.

Fu Ling suddenly remembered what Song Jin said to him the day before yesterday: How many months have you known each other?Isn't this called slow progress?

The master watched with cold eyes, and his words made sense.

But there were also reasons before.

Su Yao had asthma, Fu Ling was afraid that something would happen to him, so he didn't dare to let Qi Bo go.

Thinking of this, Fu Ling only smiled slightly: "I have a doctor I know well, who will come to Jiujing in a few days, would Boss Su want to let him have a look?"

Su Yao was only polite: "Mr. Fu, please worry about it, but I'm fine."

Seeing that Su Yao's bowl was empty, Fu Ling picked up a piece of fish with chopsticks: "It's okay, it's okay to make a prescription for one or two. Mr. Pei Yi, Mr. Hua Tuo is alive again, so it's good to see."

Su Yao was taken aback for a moment: "...Mr. Fu knew Pei Yi?"

Not really acquaintances.

Forcibly recognized.

Fu Ling's face was not flushed and his heart was not beating: "I am quite familiar with him, and it just so happens that he is coming to Jiujing. He also happened to be on the way."

Su Yao's body had been ill for a long time, and the medical conditions in ancient times were not good, so she was indeed a little moved.

But I have to confirm again: "Is it really not troublesome?"

If everyone is tied up, there is no trouble.

Fu Ling shook his head, smiled, and only picked up the teacup.

The dim afterglow fell from the window pane, Su Yao was startled for a moment, then picked up the porcelain cup, raised her hand and touched Fu Ling.

There was a soft crisp sound.

Too bad it wasn't wine.

There was a faint smile in Fu Ling's eyes, and the tip of Su Yao's ears turned red again.

He was a little embarrassed: "...Thank you, Mr. Fu. Mr. Fu eat more."

The fish fillets were not too thorny, so Fu Ling picked up a chopstick for him and said in a low voice, "I'm eating."

Su Yao nodded slightly, feeling even more embarrassed.

He bowed his head and ate for a while, then got back to business: "Uncle Wu said, Mr. Fu only has two chapters left?"

Fu Ling coughed hurriedly: "One and a half chapters."

Then quickly added: "I can finish writing."

Fu Gezi doesn't want to see "You can't do it" written in the beauty's eyes anymore.

Still dressed like that with "You can't".

Shameful.

I'm obviously very good at it, from today onwards, I'm Mr. Hetai from the old Beijing Rigeng Wanzi...

Forget it, don't move anymore.

Let's finish writing what's in front of us first.

Su Yao smiled: "Uncle Wu said that you are a bit stuck in your writing today?"

Fu Gezi, who was forced to write an article, was stuck every day.

His heart moved slightly, but he changed his mind: "Why don't Boss Su help me take a look?"

I was planning to come and talk.

Su Yao smiled and nodded: "Okay."

The two of them didn't clean up after eating, so Su Yao moved a chair and sat down beside Fu Ling.

Fu Ling was slightly taken aback.

No one else has ever sat in Fu Xiang's office.

In the past, Cheng An, Uncle Wu, and even Master Xiao Fu would stand aside while serving the pen and ink.

Fu Ling's heart moved slightly, but his expression remained calm.

Looking into Su Yao's dark eyes, he just handed over the manuscript: "Boss Su, can you read it for me?"

Su Yao sighed first: It's so thick.

It turns out that Mr. Hetai writes well, and the speed of food production is not slow.

Prefer to be a pigeon.

Su Yao took it, and reassured himself: Let it go, let's just change it now.

Boss Su was too happy, a pigeon is a pigeon.

In order to make the beauty happy, she turned into a five-day codewriter.

As night fell quietly, Fu Ling lit the candles in the room and moved another candlestick.

Su Yao's bright and moist eyes were shining brightly with candles, and she smiled from time to time.

The manuscript in Fu Ling's hand was written carelessly.

Even more tick-tock, Su Yao read it carefully, Fang raised his head and praised: "Mr. Hetai, good article."

Fu Ling put down his pen, pretending to be distressed: "But I don't know how to write the following."

Su Yao faced the manuscript: "According to the previous article, isn't Zhou Ge going to Huashan Grand Competition?"

Fu Ling dipped in the ink lightly, and only raised his eyes: "But he has already fallen in love with the girl from the Yuan family."

Fu Ling's voice was low, and when the candle flickered, Su Yao's heart couldn't help trembling.

Fu Ling lowered his head slightly: "He has a sweetheart, so he is reluctant to leave."

Su Yao's heart moved again.

He forcibly suppressed this strange feeling, only to feel baffled.

... But let's talk about a story, what's going on.

Su Yao calmed down, and smiled again: "Then I'll take Miss Yuan with me."

"But there are winds, frosts and swords outside, the girl from the Yuan family is not from the Jianghu."

"If you are with your husband, what is there to be afraid of? Zhou Ge is a top-notch martial arts genius, the most powerful person in the world."

Su Yao was talking, but paused, "Are they going to be together in the future? Or, just like it?"

The lights were flickering, Fu Ling just smiled: "Then I'll tell Boss Su, Boss Su won't want to read my book anymore."

"how is this possible."

Su Yao's eyes were as bright as the stars, "I can read every one of Mr. Fu's books."

Fu Ling raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Really?"

Su Yao nodded: "Mr. Hetai is the best Mr. Ben in old Beijing."

Before Fu Gezi's vanity swelled to his face, Su Yao added sincerely: "It would be better if we didn't delay the update."

Fu Gezi burst like a balloon that had just inflated to half.

OK.

My sweetheart urges me to write a manuscript, what else can I do?

Fu Gezi picked up his pen resignedly, but then he remembered Su Yao: "Boss Su, let's go back and rest first. I guess I have to write for a while."

Why Qi Bo knocked on the door that day, Fu Ling thought about it, and then he understood.

Su Yao said, "It's okay, I don't go to bed so early."

He smiled again: "If Mr. Fu returns Kawen, you can chat with me. If Mr. Fu is stuck for one night, who will I sign the contract with tomorrow?"

Fu Ling didn't want him to leave either, and thought about Su Yao's body: "Then it will be late at night, I have to go back to sleep."

Su Yao nodded, and flipped through the manuscript again.

It's not enough to read this new book once.

The candlelight was shining brightly, and Fu Ling and Su Yao spoke a few words, and the train of thought was indeed a little smoother.

In addition, Su Yao was sitting on the side, so he couldn't touch the fish, so he wrote down.

Literary creation pays attention to passion. He writes for a while, and when he looks up again, the night is already deep.

Tilting his head, Su Yao fell asleep lying on his manuscript.

The lights were burning, and there was silence all around.

Fu Ling put down his pen, only to see the tear mole in the corner of Su Yao's eye hidden in his sleeve, a strand of black hair slipping down, half covered, but very eye-catching.

Sleeping on it like this, I won't be afraid of my hands getting sore tomorrow.

Fu Ling gently pushed the lock of hair back to Su Yao, and called twice, but found that Su Yao's breathing was even and long, showing no intention of waking up.

She slept soundly.

Just now I said that I never go to bed so early.

After a while, Fu Lingmo got up on tiptoe, opened the door, came back, and carefully picked him up with skill.

This is not awake yet.

Fu Ling looked down at the handsome face leaning on his shoulder, and couldn't help but weigh it.

It was heavier than when I hugged it last time.

It is right to eat more.

It seems to be a little softer.

Fu Xiang's eyes sank, no wonder Gui Pi always likes to nest in people's arms.

At this time, if there is still the desire to be jealous of cats, Fu Xiang is the only one in the world.

The night breeze was warm, and Fu Ling hugged his sweetheart, reluctantly laying it on the couch.

In summer, the clothes are thin, so Fu Xiang untied Su Yao's belt, took off his outer shirt, put another thin quilt on him, fell silent, and sat down on the side of the couch again.

The moonlight poured down like water, and a faint silver glow floated on the ground.

Looking at Su Yao's calm face, Fu Ling suddenly felt an impulse.

His eyes were deep, and he bent slightly, but he stopped after all.

Forget it.

Qibo's attitude is quite obvious.

Fu Xiang is also a son of a noble family, although he is not too conformist, there are some things that cannot be done due to emotion and reason.

At least your sweetheart should agree first.

What a hero to steal a kiss.

Sooner or later, I will give you a big kiss.

Fu Ling glanced at the couch again, leaving behind the back of an upright gentleman.

The moon and stars are scarce, and the sky is full of brilliance.

Satisfied, Fu Xiang went back to work on the manuscript.

It's not a loss for me to hug a beauty for five days after the draft.

It's the manuscript of this chapter and a half, I'm afraid it will have to be written until dawn...