I opened a bookstore in ancient times

When Su Yao woke up, it was already dark outside.

The room was full of lights, Su Yao pulled up the thin quilt to cover his face, and heard Fu Gezi's smiling voice: "Are you awake?"

Su Yao turned over and was bored for a while before showing her face: "What time is it?"

After waking up from a sound sleep, Su Yao's eyes were still a little blurred, her cheeks were flushed, hidden by the candlelight, and Fu Gezi put down her pen.

You see, I said that the beauty delayed my writing.

The big pigeon looked at Su Yao from a distance, and forgot all the words he had just thought about.

But Su Yao saw it clearly, and was slightly surprised in his words: "Are you really going to write the manuscript?"

"Ah."

Fu Gezi nodded triumphantly, and then pointed to the stack next to him, "Is there a lot?"

Su Yao was surprised: "Many."

There are so many, let alone the twenty chapters are really finished.

Su Yao was a little surprised, but also a little panicked.

Feeling a little apprehensive, he stretched a little, put on his shoes and walked over, only to see clearly what was written in this stack.

"This is... the outline?" Su Yao read the first two pages.

Fu Gezi raised his eyebrows with one hand: "I haven't written for a long time, I forgot the outline of the book, and sorted it out all afternoon."

Seeing his frowning look, Su Yao couldn't help laughing: "Do you remember?"

"I think I remembered."

Fu Gezi paused, and narrow eyes showed again, "But I went through the whole story in my head again, and now I don't want to write it anymore."

He glanced at Su Yao with a smile: "You can only continue writing if you kiss me."

Since the two of them established a relationship, Fu Dagezi has been making fancy excuses all day long to get together with Su Yao.

Big pigeons are very fond of physical contact.

If you have nothing to do, you have to hug me.

People in the period of passionate love stay together, and they will never get bored.

Su Yao lowered her head slightly, and kissed Fu Ling lightly on the forehead: "Okay, let's continue writing."

"You kissed me just to get me to write a manuscript, and this doesn't count."

Fu Gezi joked and made Su Yao kiss twice before letting go: "I won't write today, the third aunt sent someone to say that the stewed carp soup is almost ready, and it will be brought to us later. "

It is considered an improvement if he is willing to sit and sort out the outline for an afternoon.

Although Su Yao paid for three kisses, he didn't press anymore. It would be bad if he didn't write any more.

He then poured a cup of tea: "It was said to be roasted venison, why did you replace it with fish?"

Fu Ling smiled: "It's just because you are seriously ill. After eating big fish and meat all afternoon, don't eat greasy food at night. Eat ginseng and venison soup at noon tomorrow."

He hugged Su Yao again, and sighed pretendingly: "I still feel that I'm at a loss."

Su Yao said: "It should be lighter at night. Carp is pretty good. I ate the fish fillet at noon, and I think the kitchen is very good at cooking fish."

Fu Dage sighed again: "No matter how good the fish is, it's not venison."

He leaned close to Su Yao's ear, aggrieved: "Venison is a tonic for pure yang, but fish is not."

Big Pigeon's tone was low and ambiguous, and slightly narrowed. Su Yao paused, his face burning hot.

Su Yao annoyed him so much that he only patted on the manuscript: "If you don't finish the manuscript, it will be useless to fill in more."

The big pigeon raised his eyebrows, and put his hands on Su Yao's waist: "You can't say I'm useless."

Can you still understand it this way?

Su Yao took advantage of the situation and deliberately smiled: "I can't finish writing this manuscript, you just..."

Before he finished speaking, he noticed that Fu Ling was exerting all his strength, directly picked him up, and strode towards the couch.

Su Yao panicked immediately, and hurriedly pushed him: "We agreed, you don't..."

Fu Ling put him on the couch, and pressed him again: "But you say I'm useless, you can't just say things casually."

Fu Ling's eyes were deep, and Su Yao thought for a moment that he was going to be serious, so she pushed him away and explained: "I didn't say that, that's not what I meant..."

Su Yao was trapped in the soft quilt, and Fu Ling easily clasped his wrist: "You said it, that's what you meant."

Before Su Yao could tell, Fu Gezi had already lowered her head and kissed her.

After tossing again, Su Yao felt weak all over.

Fu Gezi was long and gentle this time, and it actually brought out Su Yao's three-pointed excitement.

Su Yao's whole heart was pounding, Fu Ling's hand was on his waist, and the azure belt was covering his fingers, and he could untie his belt with just a tug.

Su Yao was nervous, but also inexplicably excited.

And because of this inexplicable excitement, I feel very shy.

But after all, it didn't make it to that step.

After Fu Dage finished this long kiss, he raised his head.

Su Yao met his dark eyes, and heard him whisper: "I promised you that I will touch you after finishing the second volume."

This was said so solemnly, Fu Da Gezi suddenly had the professional ethics of keeping his word, and Su Yao was really uncomfortable.

But before he finished getting used to it, he heard the same low voice again: "But you said I was useless just now, and I got angry, so you have to agree to one more condition."

Su Yao met his righteous eyes: "But didn't you kiss me before? Are you still angry?"

"Kiss is a kiss every day, this is different." Fu Gezi is very rascal.

Su Yao was pinned down on the bed by the big pigeon, unable to resist, so he could only say, "Then tell me, what's the condition?"

Fu Gezi blinked and leaned into his ear: "When the day comes, I have to choose the pose."

Su Yao froze for a moment, his whole body was burning hot.

Pigeon touched his wrist: "Do you agree?"

Although no one else was around, Su Yao was still so cramped that he wished he could drill a hole in the ground.

Pigeon approached: "If you don't say anything, you agree."

Su Yao was so flustered that her eyelashes trembled, and she nodded indiscriminately.

... Anyway, he doesn't have much experience, so he wouldn't choose if asked.

Let's put it this way... Do you want to use Qi Bo's book to raise your posture first?

But the shop can't go back for the time being, what if the pigeon writes out the writing in the past two days?

Su Yao thought like this, but the more he thought about it, the more nervous he became, until the milky white carp soup was served, he still hadn't recovered.

Fu Dage picked out the fishbone and served a bowl of soup: "Eat more."

Looking at the smiling eyes of the big pigeon, Su Yao felt that he would most likely finish writing the manuscript in the next few days.

Su Yao's heart beat slightly, but it was not only nervous, but also joyful, bouncing and bouncing.

But his expectation did not get the expected result. Su Yao and Fu Ling lived in Fu's house for more than ten days, and Fu Dagezi didn't tell him that he had finished writing the manuscript.

It seems that Ge Ziliao is still overestimated.

Su Yao watched the pigeons pack up the manuscripts, and returned to Su's bookstore with all kinds of food from the third uncle and aunt of the Fu family.

This departure really took a long time.

Su Yao poked his head out of the carriage, and saw a brand new shop plaque.

The four characters that are elegant and free and easy are extraordinarily noble and refined.

This is Fu Gezi's word.

The word is like its person.

In order to wait for Su Yao to come, the shop was closed at noon today.

Under the well-organized plaque, there was only Qibo standing, waiting eagerly.

Fu Ling helped Su Yao get out of the car, and Qi Bo rushed up to meet him, supported Su Yao to look up and down, and tears welled up in his eyes.

Su Yao couldn't help holding him, and smiled: "I'm fine, Qi Bo, don't be like this."

Qi Bo wiped away his tears, and smiled again: "It's good, it's good."

He carefully helped Su Yao into the store. Su Yao looked at the store carefully, and it was really brand new.

The original layout of Su's Bookstore has not been changed, but all the cabinets and decorations have been trimmed, and it looks like a brand new Dapuzi.

The space is bright and bright, the bright and clean sunlight falls in, and the fragrance of calligraphy and ink permeates.

Qi Bo took two steps, and then he read Fu Ling: "Mr. Fu, come in quickly."

But Fu Gezi did not follow into the room.

Qi Bo and Su Yao haven't seen each other for too long, so it's time to talk to each other.

When Su Yao returned to the room, he saw Qi Bo close the door, and said softly: "He treats you wholeheartedly, so I can rest assured."

Sitting down again, he patted Su Yao's hand: "The people from the Fu family have come to discuss the marriage. I've tasted it, and briefly discussed the three books and six rituals with them. If you are in good spirits, you can take a look for yourself. If it's the same, Lord Fu Sanhou and Mrs. Fu San come over again, and make a serious agreement."

Qi Bo Xuxu told him about these things, and asked him about the previous affairs in the old Beijing government office. He held Su Yao's hand earnestly and talked for a long time.

In the end, he only sighed happily.

Su Yao held his hand: "Don't worry, Uncle Qi. You don't have to worry about it in the future. Take good care of your body, eat well and sleep well. I don't want to be rich and powerful. I just want to be with you, here. In the small shop, live our little life with peace of mind."

After that, he couldn't help but smiled: "Of course, it would be even better if you become rich. At that time, I will buy you a big house, seven or eight carriages for you, eat delicacies every day, and throw away gold, silver and jewels for you to play with." .”

Qi Bo also laughed: "This is too much to bear. Our family's fields and houses are enough for carriage and horse money."

He was silent for a moment, and then said earnestly: "A person's life is long and long, but short, it will pass in the blink of an eye. You must cherish it if you can get a person who is in love with you."

Su Yao sighed deeply and nodded solemnly.

Although Su Yao didn't feel well, but for the first meal at home, he still wanted to make it by himself.

It just so happened that there were some soup dishes from Fu Zhai, so Su Yao stewed the soup in a Yipin pot.

Mellow and delicious.

Fu Gezi still huddled together in the kitchen to help wash some dishes: "If you are tired, don't do it."

Fu Gezi has said this a hundred or eighty times.

Su Yao handed him the small saucepan and smiled: "It will be out soon."

Fu Ling washed it without any hassle, and when he handed it back, he also hugged Su Yao without any hassle.

Su Yao was used to him coming up to him to take advantage from time to time, but this time it took a while.

The pigeon hugged him from behind: "I have a good news and a bad news, I have to tell you. Which one do you want to hear?"

Su Yao smiled: "Okay."

The pigeon didn't let go: "But I want to talk about the bad first."

Su Yao smiled helplessly: "Then let's hear the bad ones first."

Fu Gezi handed him the spoon and whispered in his ear, "You can only have dinner with me tonight."

Su Yao was surprised: "What kind of bad news is this? Qi Bo said that his old friend asked him to listen to the book again, and the last word was just today, so he didn't eat at home. Cheng An and the dark guard brother The surplus wood was sent to Zhuangzi, but it hasn’t come yet.”

Su Yao tilted his head: "There were only two of us left."

Fu Gezi raised his eyebrows: "That's just right."

Su Yao was puzzled, so Fu Ling laughed and said, "Then this good news is just in time. My manuscript is finished."

Su Yao's heart skipped a beat.

I couldn't help but ask the last sentence: "When..."

"Just now."

Fu Gezi helped him put the quail eggs on the plate, and smiled with lowered eyebrows, "I finished the remaining half of the chapter when you talked to Qibo. Coincidentally?"

Su Yao couldn't help but feel flustered, and was turning around with the small soup basin, when Fu Gezi blocked him at the stove: "Boss Su keeps his word?"

Fu Ling's voice was low and full of a smile, and the end of the sound rose slightly, which was inexplicably seductive.

With red ears, Su Yao said softly, "Inspect the goods first."

Fu Dage is confident: "Hand in every single word."

In the evening, when Qibo went out, the big pigeon came to deliver the goods.

Su Yao was absently flipping through Qi Bo's teaching aids, intending to make up for it, but the more she read it, the more nervous she became.

This kind of thing is easy for people to make up their minds. Su Yao turned a page to make up his mind. His heart was like a mess of flowers and plants. When the wind blew, he would flutter and dance.

When he heard the knock on the door, he hurriedly put the book back into the cabinet.

As soon as the door was opened, the tips of the ears turned red when they met the smiling eyes of the pigeon.

Pigeon pretended not to see it, and brought duck porridge and salted duck eggs, along with a plate of sesame cakes, a plate of shrimp dumplings, and a plate of small rapeseed.

After the pigeon put the food away, Su Yao closed the door and said in a low voice, "Why do you go out to buy it again? I can do it."

Fu Dage served a bowl of porridge for others, and smiled with a low eyebrow: "I'll save you some effort."

Su Yao blushed again.

Fu Gezi didn't tease him any more. After eating honestly, he smiled and said, "I'm going to get the manuscript, why don't you rest for a while?"

Su Yao's heart was burning hot again.

The book must have been too late to make up for it, it was washed before taking a bath, and the dishes were all taken away by Fu Gezi.

It seems that there is only tension left.

The candle was burning, and he was still nervous. The time passed quickly, and the pigeon came back in a blink of an eye, holding a thick stack of manuscripts.

Su Yao was also surprised: "So many?"

"Inspired by a moment, I wrote more than 30 chapters."

Fu Ling sat beside Su Yao, and said with a low laugh, "I wrote too much, will Boss Su let me do it a few more times?"

Su Yao's ears turned even redder: "Let me take a look first."

This thick pile of manuscripts is all in Fu Gezi's elegant and handsome handwriting, neatly coded, from Chapter 1 to Chapter 36 of the second volume, not bad at all.

The content is also real.

I have to say that although Mr. Hetai is a dove, he is really capable.

Su Yao carefully flipped through five or six pages, then remembered the cause and effect, and for a moment actually read it a little bit.

He turned the page again, but suddenly heard Fu Ling's voice: "Did Boss Su inspect the goods?"

Su Yao raised his head, his eyes full of approval: "Mr. Hetai is really the best Mr. Ben in old Beijing."

The lights were bright, Su Yao turned his head, his eyes were as clear as a spring, and there was a small tear mole under his eyes, which was so beautiful.

Fu Ling took the manuscript and threw it on the table, and immediately picked him up, and smiled with lowered eyebrows: "Then I will trouble Boss Su, and give Mr. Ben the best book in Jiujing tonight, and settle the manuscript fee."