I opened a bookstore in ancient times

The night falls, and the midsummer evening is refreshing, mixed with a trace of scorching heat that has not dissipated.

The lights are bright, and there are many tall bookshelves in the shop, filled with the smell of dust and pen and ink.

Fu Ling stood under the ladder, looking up at Su Yao with a half-smile.

Su Yao panicked, and the old year's account book slipped from his hands with a clatter. He hurriedly grabbed it and held it tightly in his arms.

Fu Ling glanced at him.

Su Yao held it tighter.

Mr. Hetai, who had delayed the draft and didn't know it, forcibly heard the address just now as "Brother Fu".

Fu Gege and Ben Ge were still in ecstasy, and really wanted to hear Su Yao shout again.

But Su Yao has a thin skin.

Su Yao's heart was full of emotions, such a small nickname as Fu Gege, he could just call it out when no one was around, how could it be such a coincidence that Fu Ling heard it?

Although he wanted to yell in Fu Ling's face countless times, "a big pigeon with no conscience who is behind the draft", but whether it is "Fu Gezi", "Fu Ge", or "Fu Gege", the real person stands in front of him. , he was so embarrassed to shout.

What's more, what is the name of the pigeon?

Mr. Fu looks pretty good?

Su Yao concealed: "What is Mr. Fu talking about? I obviously didn't shout anything."

Fu Ling looked at him: "But I heard it."

Su Yao's ears were red, she just hugged the ledger and did not let go: "You heard wrong."

The more Su Yao blushed, the more Fu Ling felt that there was nothing wrong with hearing just now.

The beauty secretly called Brother Fu.

Fu Xiang's heart was in full bloom, and Fu Xiang's heart was surging.

Fu Xiang stood still and couldn't leave: "Boss Su called me just now, I can hear clearly."

Su Yao's face became hotter and hotter, and he just brushed aside the words and said awkwardly: "Mr. Fu, get out of the way, I'm going down."

Fu Ling put the almond cheese down, and held the ladder firmly with one hand: "Boss Su calls me again, and I will get out of the way."

Who likes to hear nicknames?

This kind of behavior of calling nicknames, Su Yao has a thin skin and directly refused: "I don't call."

"Then I'll sit here with Boss Su all night."

Su Yao was on the top of the ladder, and as soon as he lowered his head, he saw Fu Ling slowly touching the bookshelf, making gestures to choose a book, and he seemed to be determined not to leave.

Su Yao was annoyed.

Fu Ling's eight winds don't move.

After passing this village, there will be no such shop, and Fu Xiang just wants to hear the beauty shout again.

The candle flickered, and the two of them spent a moment before Su Yao wavered.

Shout it out, it's not me who is behind the draft.

... It's not me who is ashamed.

So Su Yao whispered: "Fu Gezi."

Fu Xiang's hand paused for a moment, and after a moment of silence, he raised his head suspiciously: "What did Boss Su call me? I didn't hear clearly."

...How can you not hear clearly when you are so close?

Su Yao became more and more embarrassed, and simply said loudly: "My name is Fu Gezi, Fu, Da, Ge, Zi."

Fu Dage was stunned.

Su Yao's face was hot: "Mr. Fu, did you hear clearly?"

I heard it clearly.

But...is it different from before?

Where is my brother?Where is my brother?Where is my brother?

Fu Dage was very confused: "Pigeon...what do you mean by pigeon?"

Su Yao glanced at him: "It's a cooing pigeon that can fly."

After thinking for a while, he explained in embarrassment: "Mr. Hetai, who is late in drafting, is called Mr. Ben. Big pigeons. The big pigeons will be stewed by the judges sooner or later."

Fu Ge was stunned.

Still froze for a long time.

The real brother is gone.

Not only is Truth's brother gone, but Truth has become a big pigeon, the kind that will be stewed.

Fu Ge was angry.

Su Yao was completely red from the tips of her ears to her neck. After explaining, she didn't dare to raise her head anymore, and said, "I've called, Mr. Fu let me go down."

Fu Xiang paused and stepped aside.

This ladder is very solid, and with Fu Ling supporting it from one side, it is even more stable.

Su Yao put back the old ledger, stuffed the manuscript into his skirt, and slowly climbed down the ladder.

Fu Ling still held on to the ladder and did not leave.

Su Yao was also embarrassed to look at him, as soon as his feet touched the ground, he thought about thanking him, but before he could say anything, Fu Ling pushed him down on the ladder.

The wooden ladder was too hard, and Fu Xiang put Su Yao's other hand on it, as if he was hugging someone, and lowered his head to get closer: "Boss Su also called me a pigeon just now?"

Su Yao was at a loss for what to do.

Fu Ling was very close to him, and with this posture, Su Yao's heart began to thump wildly again.

...You insisted on making me yell, so why aren't you happy now?

Su Yao couldn't help but look away from his deep eyes: "I didn't mean to shout."

He added in a low voice, "You made me shout."

Fu Ling put his warm hand on his shoulder: "I want you to shout, not this."

Su Yao raised her eyes a little, but couldn't help but look away.

Fu Ling's eyebrows and eyes were sharp, and when he was serious, his pupils were as black as ink, deep and deep, as if he could suck people in.

Not only is he very serious now, but he is also a little embarrassed looking at it.

Su Yao was too close to him, and he didn't dare to move, he just held back and panicked: "...What is that?"

Fu Ling lowered his head, Su Yao subconsciously turned his head to hide, but noticed that Fu Ling was silent, and directly attached to his ear, with a low voice: "What I heard just now is Brother Fu."

Su Yao was startled, and when he realized it, there was a bang in his head, and his whole body was burned.

Fu Ling looked up to appreciate the panicked look, then leaned into his ear, and smiled: "Boss Su knows now. It's not worth shouting just now."

Su Yao was still immersed in embarrassment, and when he heard this, he raised his head and saw the narrow expression of "I want to hear you shout again" on the big pigeon's face.

Su Yao's face was hot.

He didn't even dare to think about this title, so he couldn't shout it out.

He was silent for a while, and only kept his voice steady: "I...I won't shout. Mr. Fu let me go."

Su Yao was so nervous that his voice trembled a little.

Fu Ling took another step closer, pretending to frown: "But Boss Su just called me a big pigeon, and I got angry."

It's pretty bad, but...

Su Yao repeated in a low voice: "You told me to shout."

Fu Ling only raised his eyebrows: "That's not what I told you to shout."

Fu Ling was very close to Su Yao, and when Su Yao met his dark eyes, his heart beat wildly.

But what's your brother's name... Su Yao couldn't yell out.

He was silent for a moment, and could only show his confidence: "Why is Mr. Fu angry? Mr. Fu is a big pigeon."

Fu Xiang paused, his eyes suddenly darkened, and his words were playful: "What did Boss Su say?"

As soon as his voice was lowered, Su Yao panicked involuntarily, and then forcibly suppressed it.

Why am I panicking? Is there any reason for the draft contestant?What's wrong with calling you a pigeon?Don't be afraid of what others will say if you dare to delay!

Su Yao was confident again: "Mr. Fu is a big pigeon..."

Before he could speak, a layer of tenderness suddenly covered his lips.

The furious Fu Dage lowered his head and gagged the man's mouth.

Su Yao was taken aback.

My mind went blank.

The candle was burning, Fu Xiang bowed his head and kissed, but he didn't go deep, just bit Su Yao's lips lightly: "Don't call me a pigeon."

Su Yao's whole body trembled, only feeling the itching on her lips.

Crisp and itchy.

Su Yao's face was reddened by this touch, and he dared not look up even more.

Fu Dage still hugged him, and Su Yao's warm breath came to Su Yao's ear: "Don't call me Da Gezi."

Su Yao was so nervous that he curled up his arms and legs, and was stunned for a long time before he remembered to nod his head indiscriminately.

Fu Ling raised the corners of his lips, opened them up a little, and made room for Su Yao to react, rubbed them and walked away.

Fu Ling walked out from between the bookshelves slowly, and took the almond cheese away casually.

It's cold, go warm it up.

When he turned out, he saw Su Yao open the door curtain.

Uncle Wu was standing at the door with lowered brows, meeting each other directly.

Su Yao's face flushed red when he recalled the touch of water just now.

Uncle Wu just pretended he didn't see it, and respectfully said: "It's time for dinner, I thought Boss Su was still tired today, so I bought food from outside."

Uncle Wu smiled: "Chicken cold noodles, loofah pork rib soup, lotus root sandwich and cold beans, and a dish of soft fried shrimp. Does Boss Su want to eat something else? The buddy hasn't left yet."

The name of this dish is called from Fu Ke again.

When Su Yao was flustered, he didn't have time to worry about these things.

The left and right flowers are also pigeons...

Su Yao blushed again when he read the word "pigeon", and hurried away with a reply.

Fu Gezi walked over with a smile, and just handed over the almond cheese: "Heat it up and send it over. He will not drink the one I gave you this time."

Uncle Wu took it with a smile, without asking any further questions, and heard Fu Ling ask again: "What is Uncle Wu here for?"

Uncle Wu paused: "Just now, Mr. Xu came to deliver the drawing, saying that he had promised Boss Su a long time ago. He lifted the curtain and took a look, and then left. Qi Bo is not here, and the old servant is afraid that someone will come again, so he just stays here. gone."

Fu Ling gave a faint "hmm": "What did you say?"

"Before he left, Mr. Xu said that in the autumn of August, he really has no time to paint in the future. Those few paintings are not good, so we won't give them away." Uncle Wu said in a low voice.

Some people gain, some people lose.

Fu Ling nodded and remembered again: "Speaking of this year's autumn, will Mr. Ji Yuan definitely stay?"

Uncle Wu smiled: "Mr. Lu Shanzhang tried his best to invite Mr. Ji to stay, and it must be very close. It is also a coincidence that Mr. Lu Shanzhang brought several students from the academy to a banquet with Mr. Ji Yuan a few days ago. I heard that this Mr. Xu , quite catches the eye of Mr. Ji Yuan."

Frustrated in love, but also proud in other occasions.

If he is really a pillar, he will leave the old capital sooner or later.

Fu Ling just smiled: "Shu Xiugui from Qingshi Academy, in the past, I didn't know how many good seedlings were missed because of this little tuition. Lu Yu opened more cheap auditors, so that he can cultivate talents."

The eldest son, who is not in charge of the family, does not know the way of thinking that firewood, rice, oil and salt are expensive.

If an academy wants to educate people, it has to eat first.

But Fu Dagezi has never had any idea of ​​such words.Uncle Wu knew his temper well, so he didn't talk about it.

Anyway, soon someone will take care of your money.

No one in the Fu family can control it, but Boss Su can.

Boss Su, who could control the pigeons, didn't dare to meet the pigeons all night.

They didn't eat together.

It was Fu Ling who divided each dish into a small portion and sent it to Cheng An.

When Ah Yan saw Xiaodie Zicai, he looked at Fu Ling, and "dog man" was written all over again.

Fu Ling was very calm.

Anyway, I have kissed you before, so you can scold me casually.

But his kiss seemed to have had too much impact, and Su Yao was still very embarrassed when he saw him the next day.

It made Mr. Gao Ting quite puzzled: "Yesterday I saw that Mr. Fu and others are doing well, what's the matter today?"

Fu Xiang didn't explain to the old pedant who didn't understand the style, but only joked: "You always care about me?"

Gao Ting was straightforward: "Fu Xiang, don't be too affectionate. If it wasn't for Song Jin's face, I would never see you alone again."

Fu Ling was born in a family, was a close minister of the emperor, and was an extreme leftist minister. Most of the people in this way came from power ministers, who either controlled the government, or were treacherous and seduced the lord.

Fu Ling didn't say much, just whispered a few words to Gao Ting.

Gao Ting was slightly suspicious: "Why do you want to do this? You want to keep this noble family in the old capital?"

Fu Ling smiled: "You want to prove the fraud in the scientific examination. No matter who is involved this time, I don't care about it. I just want to take the opportunity to let Master Xiao Fu stay in Jiujing. Someone must come to investigate, but Master Xiao Fu can't do it." Is it? I guarantee that he will fully cooperate with you."

Gao Ting paused: "Why don't I help?"

Fu Ling held the stack of manuscripts, raised his eyebrows lightly: "Then I will definitely intervene in the fraud you want to investigate."

Gao Ting frowned: "That's why I don't want to see people like you."

Fu Ling smiled: "Who made the manuscript you asked for be in the hands of my sweetheart? I just let me know about it."

Gao Ting was very angry, but had no choice but to agree, and finally just threw off his sleeves angrily: "Fu Xiang, don't be too happy, seeing that your sweetheart doesn't know who you are yet? Be careful not to get carried away."

Fu Ling cupped his hands, watched the person walk away, and then heaved a sigh.

Gao Ting is right.

But how should I tell Su Yao this?

How about waiting for Master Xiao Fu to come and ask him what he means?