I opened a bookstore in ancient times

Su Yao was a little curious about Fu Ling.

According to his temperament, he doesn't want to know too much about ordinary business partners or ordinary friends in the neighborhood.

Even others said that he might not take it to heart.

But for Fu Ling, it was slightly different.

This is different, and he is also somewhat vaguely aware of it.

But he didn't stop himself.

He wanted to know about Fu Ling.

Out of polite upbringing, Su Yao would not take the initiative to inquire; now that Fu Ling is willing to speak, Su Yao naturally wants to hear it very much.

At the last temple fair, I only said a few words before being interrupted.

In the misty water, Fu Ling held Su Yao with one hand, and showed him the big wooden cat with the other: "You said just now that this cat looks like cassia bark. It is very similar, but it is not it."

Su Yao took a closer look: "It looks smaller than Guipi." He added: "It's also thinner than Guipi."

Fu Ling nodded, and smiled slightly: "It's called Bajiao, and it's the first cat I raised."

Su Yao didn't say much, just listened to Fu Ling's continuation.

The hot spring water gushed out from the faucet, and Fu Ling sighed slightly, as if recalling something from a long time ago: "The Fu family didn't raise cats in the past, but this was given to me by Master Fu."

He turned his head: "Do you still remember, when I went back to the temple fair, I said, I want to be a carpenter?"

Su Yao nodded, and said in a low voice, "You said, Master Fu had a fight with you."

Fu Ling paused, but smiled slightly: "He even beat me up."

When Su Yao became nervous, she noticed that Fu Ling shook his wrist lightly: "There was a lot of trouble at that time, and it was clearly during the New Year's Eve, but the whole house was in a state of confusion over it. I was very angry. He was also very angry and quarreled for many days, and finally he beat me up, and I burned for a long time before it subsided."

Su Yao frowned slightly: "Do you have a high fever in winter?"

Fu Ling smiled again, and said in a low voice: "Actually, the fire only lasted for two or three days. I didn't want to see anyone, and I was angry. I deliberately let the doctor say that, and it scared the family really hard."

"But I was bedridden, and Master Fu didn't pay attention to me. He still changed everyone in my yard. I was in a bad mood and surrounded by strange faces. The door didn't come out."

Although there was a smile on Fu Ling's face, Su Yao felt that the pigeon's mood was not easy.

If he is young, most of the people around him should have been with him since he was a child. The wet nurse and servant may spend more time with him than the old Hou Ye.

To be replaced suddenly, anyone will feel sad.

Fu Ling seemed to breathe a sigh of relief: "Thinking about it now, I was really young at the time, and I was angry, so I ignored it. Anyway, I gave in in the end, so why didn't I admit it early on?"

Before Su Yao could speak, Fu Ling's tone changed: "However, if I had recognized it earlier, there would be no such cat."

Su Yao probably understood a thing or two: "Master Fu sent you...to make you happy?"

Fu Ling raised his eyebrows: "I don't know if I heard a good suggestion from a colleague. I haven't seen him for a month, and I'm still sick. He didn't come to see me, but sent a cat instead."

Fu Ling still remembered that at that time in the twelfth lunar month of winter, he was leaning on the couch to read a storybook, but Mrs. Fu lifted the curtain and brought him a big fluffy orange.

To be precise, it was Xiaoju.

With a round head and a round brain, she lay obediently in Mrs. Xiao Fu's arms, with big black eyes.

During those days in central Beijing it was fashionable to keep cats.

Which noble lady of a noble family has found a beautiful cat with a rare color and color, which can get a lot of envious eyes at social gatherings.

However, Mrs. Fu Hou has an elegant nature, and she likes to raise flowers and birds the most. It is difficult for cats and birds to coexist, so she did not follow this trend.

Although Old Master Fu was a civil servant, he had served as a frontier fortress for many years and dealt with the military for a long time, so he was tainted with integrity, let alone these extravagant styles.

The Fu family never kept cats, but Old Master Fu gave him a most beautiful cat.

Master Xiao Fu lay on the side of the couch: "Brother, the old man misses you, and he can't bear to make peace with you. This is a different way to make you happy. When are you willing to go out to meet people?"

He complained again: "If you don't go out, you will be greeted and sent off during the New Year's Eve. My relatives, friends and elders are all handled by me alone. It's so boring."

What Fu Ling said back to him, I can't remember clearly now.

Anyway, he was the one who compromised. It didn't matter whether the old Hou Ye gave away the cat or made peace. It was impossible for him not to go out for the rest of his life.

But the cat was lying on the bed and meowing. Fu Ling looked at it for a while, but still accepted it.

Then hold it for many years.

A few years later, this cat suddenly gave birth to a litter of cubs, one of which was Guipi.

The old Hou Ye was lying on the sickbed, and he mentioned to him: "Where did the wild cats come from, and they gave birth to a litter by taking the star anise? You are raising someone else, and you don't know how to take care of it?"

The old Hou Ye had a cold face and cold words, and he acted vigorously and resolutely all his life. When he was seriously ill, he missed a cat.

I still don't forget to scold him with great anger.

Fu Ling originally thought that he might have to listen to him for 40 to [-] years in this life, but he didn't expect that the epidemic in central Beijing would be so menacing.

After Fu Ling took over the power of the Fu family, one year later, he would be the youngest prime minister in the dynasty.

The old Hou Ye who forced him to become an official is no longer there, and the star anise is no longer there, leaving him with only one cinnamon bark.

Since I was a child, I can eat and sleep again, and I am still naive, gaining weight quickly.

Far less nimble than its mother.

I really don't know where the wild cat came from, it was born with anise.

Fu Xiang was quite disgusted, but he still hugged him all the time.

Never let outsiders touch it.

Su Yao took the big wooden cat, looked at Fu Ling again, and smiled: "Since Mr. Fu has accepted the cat, why don't you get angry with Mr. Fu?"

Fu Ling paused, and raised his eyebrows: "Master Fu probably thinks the same way."

Su Yao smiled slightly.

Elders are like this, they can't hold back their face and say good things, so they make side remarks and add something else.

This is especially true for the cold-faced elders.

Master Fu still cared about his son.

But he firmly stopped Fu Ling from doing what he wanted to do. Now it seems that Fu Ling still has a grudge.

Su Yao thought so, Fu Ling seemed to see it, and said lightly: "I thought about it later, and I can't blame the old man. After all, if I were him, I might not agree."

"But?" Su Yao tilted her head slightly.

Fu Ling lowered his eyes slightly: "There is no but. I was self-willed in the first place, and I really did it, so that I made things difficult for the Fu family."

The water was surging, and Su Yao was silent for a moment.

A son of a famous family who grows up to be a worker in agriculture, industry, industry and commerce is indeed an outlier.

A person from a big family bears the lintel of the family, which means wealth and glory, but also a burden of shackles.

Su Yao only looked up: "That's something Mr. Fu likes, not capricious."

Fu Ling smiled: "It would be great if Old Master Fu thought the same way. But he has always felt that..."

Fu Ling stopped talking, although his expression was calm, but Su Yao looked sad again.

It's not a good habit to not face everything.

Su Yao's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly wanted to hug the big pigeon.

He took a step closer, and seeing that Fu Ling was still silently drooping his eyes, he became bolder and put his arms around Fu Ling's waist.

In fact, what Su Yao expected was to hold the big pigeon in his arms, caress it, as if comforting Ah Yan, but...

He's not that tall.

I don't know if it was because of the positioning problem, Su Yao felt for the first time that the big pigeon was much taller than him.

... So when Su Yao stretched out his hand, it was as if he threw himself into the arms of a big pigeon.

Fu Ling froze suddenly.

The beauty suddenly threw herself into her arms?

She's not wearing anything yet, and the beauty suddenly throws herself into her arms?

Fu Gezi's progress bar was still stuck at the fact that he played tricks and hugged someone all night, and he still didn't know that he had kissed each other through the quilt.

Su Yao was so proactive that the pigeon suddenly became stupid.

But not stupid yet.

Su Yao hugged him, and quickly noticed the gap between reality and imagination. In addition, touching him with real materials was different from wearing clothes.

His face was hot, and he wanted to withdraw his hand quickly.

But it's too late.

The pigeon reached out and pressed him tightly in his arms.

Before Su Yao could speak, Pigeon put his head on his shoulder and rubbed it again: "...Boss Su."

... Su Yao's heart softened instantly.

Although this pose is really cramped.

Although Su Yao's whole heart was thumping.

Although...Fu Ling was all over him, hugging him a little tighter.

But Su Yao still didn't escape.

Instead, he put his hand on Fu Ling's waist and stroked it.

...Uh, what a nice figure.

Su Yao blushed, hurriedly wiped away this thought, and began to speak seriously: "Mr. Fu, don't be sad, the left and right have passed, and the old Hou also has difficulties, and it's not..."

It's really hard to comfort.

After all, the elders have never understood what pigeons like to do, and they have a tough attitude.Even if the circumstances are justifiable, they all leave a trace in my heart, and it is impossible to completely erase it.

Moreover, it was difficult for Su Yao to open his mouth when the matter involved their father and son.

He could only slowly go around and talk a lot, but found that the pigeon hugged him tighter and tighter.

Su Yao just pretended to be sad, and then hugged and talked for a while, making Fu Ling feel guilty in his heart.

This matter is indeed a knot in his mind.

But chatting with Su Yao in the same pool, Su Yao was still very willing to listen, and expressed his understanding after listening, so he was not that sad.

He was not sad at all as he held the beauty in his arms.

He is so happy.

Pigeon suddenly felt that the beating back then was worth it: "Boss Su, I don't care that much about it."

Su Yao patted him again, with the crisp sound of water, and said softly, "It's okay, Mr. Fu, don't be bored."

Fu Ling was silent, just hugged him, and smiled in a low voice: "Boss Su, if I had really become a carpenter, I wouldn't be writing manuscripts now, and I wouldn't have met you."

Sticking it to his neck and shoulders again: "It's not a loss to me at all to meet you."

Su Yao paused.

There was a thunderstorm outside the window, and the torrential rain poured down.

The two were almost stuck together, the warm water surged, Fu Ling's words were too ambiguous, Su Yao's face was hot for a while, and he recalled the events of the night before inexplicably.

The drunk pigeon hugged him, kissed him on the quilt, and affirmed happily and bluntly: "You like me."

like.

Su Yao's heart was pounding.