I opened a bookstore in ancient times

Ever since the first time, Fu Dage has called a certain sport "contribution fee", and has to pull Su Yao to make a payment for him every now and then.

There's nothing wrong with picking a name like this.

But the problem is that Mr. Getai does not write manuscripts.

Every time Su Yao "finishes the manuscript fee" and sees a big pigeon refreshed, he feels that he has lost a lot of money.

When I woke up today, it was already half noon.

Su Yao pulled up the quilt and covered her head.

During the month when he and Fu Gezi returned to the bookstore, Su Yao basically never showed up at the counter in the morning.

The first time, it lasted until midnight, and it was past noon when I woke up.

Su Yao was so tormented that his waist was sore and his legs were weak, and he finally understood why Fu Gezi asked him to choose a pose.

The big pigeon chose several.

Try many individual positions with a practical spirit.

I still have more ideas.

Also very high.

Also full of energy.

The shirt had already been scattered all over the floor, Su Yao weakly grabbed his wrist, and reluctantly said "If you come again tomorrow, don't try to touch me again", and the pigeon stopped.

Su Yao slept until the afternoon, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the pigeons waiting by the couch, and joked: "It's a pity that I didn't sleep until night, eat something quickly, or I won't have energy at night."

Su Yao glanced at him and covered her head.

The pigeon climbed onto the bed and poked it through the quilt, but Su Yao dodged it. After thinking about it, she was quite ashamed: "Not tonight."

The big pigeon was wronged instantly: "I stopped after listening to your words last night."

...Who knew you were so capable last night.

Su Yao ignored him.

The big pigeon was silent for a while, then rushed forward and hugged Su Yao through the quilt: "Are you angry with me?"

That's not the case.

A big warm pigeon embraced Su Yao, it was soft, Su Yao paused, and then calmed down a little: "It's lifeless."

His tone softened slightly, and the pigeon whispered again: "Let me rub it for you."

It's not good to cover your head and ignore people when you wake up early last night.

Su Yao was silent for a moment, then pulled down the quilt.

But when he saw a certain pigeon jumping around and looking very energetic, Su Yao felt a little unbalanced inexplicably.

Pigeon smiled and got into his bed all at once.

Su Yao panicked, and hurriedly pushed him: "What are you doing, I will..."

Fu Ling stretched out his arms and hugged him into his arms, wrapping around his waist: "I'll rub it for you."

Kissed him on the forehead again: "I promise not to do anything else."

Su Yao was dubious, but Fu Ling's hand was indeed on his waist. After a while, there was no other movement.

As soon as he kneaded, Su Yaofang felt that the whole body was falling apart, his whole body was weak, and his waist and knees were sore.

He buried himself in Fu Ling's arms, closed his eyes and felt comfortable for a while, and heard Fu Ling whisper again: "Is it hard?"

Su Yao shook his head, and simply rubbed against Fu Ling's arm: "It's not uncomfortable, it's just very tired."

Su Yao's black hair rubbed Fu Ling's heart itchy. The big pigeon pressed it for a long time before he could hold it down. Then he couldn't help but move his hand down three points, and rubbed it likewise: "Does it hurt? Do you need medicine?"

When Su Yao blushed, he buried his face deeper, and said in a low voice, "No need."

The big pigeon was a little relieved, but also a little disappointed.

Lost a great opportunity to help the beauty with medicine.

The pigeon sighed, and then patted it twice: "I said you are too thin."

Su Yao was hot all over, and turned over immediately: "If you don't want to rub, go out."

The big pigeon eagerly came up from behind, kissed his ear, and said with a smile, "Then I will rub this side for you."

Su Yao's ears turned red again.

The big pigeon was quite obedient, and did not continue to toss the next day.

But rest this day and start again.

Su Yao suspects that this is a hidden danger that has not been tasted in the past few decades. The big pigeon is very active in this matter and is willing to develop various postures.

Have fun.

Su Yao lay on the couch and sighed a long time: If only he could have half the enthusiasm for writing manuscripts.

It's the end of October, and the pigeon hasn't picked up a pen for another month.

If I don't write anymore... I don't want to pay the final fee anymore.

Winter is coming, it's already a little bit cold, the air is dry and clear, the sun shines through the window brightly, Su Yao lay down for a while, and was about to get up when he heard the door knock.

Fu Gezi came in with breakfast, saw the couch, and smiled: "It's very cold outside today, you woke up just in time, and breakfast is just right."

Qi Bo went to Zhuangzi to reconcile the accounts, and it has been half a month since Fu Gezi, under the influence of Su Yao's good habit of keeping a house diligently, has stopped going out to buy food.

Started to learn how to cook.

But the pigeon's talent point may not be here.

After half a month of learning, I also learned sour soup noodles and tomato egg noodles.

The success rate of other dishes is worrying.

Today is tomato egg noodles again.

Su Yao did wake up just in time, and the noodles would be lumpy later.

After he got out of bed to wash up, he sat face to face with Fu Gezi.

"Is it better than last time? This time the soup is enough."

Fu Ling smiled, and gave Su Yao two spoonfuls of eggs, "Eat more."

The browned egg was soaked in the soup, it was delicious and tender, Su Yao took a bite and then praised it.

The big pigeon became more and more proud: "Let me cook all the meals at home in the future."

The last time Fu Gezi fried a small yellow croaker and almost burned the stove, Su Yao still remembered it, so he just smiled.

Fu Ling pretended to frown: "You are laughing at me."

"No, no. Mr. Hetai is the best, and he can learn it as soon as he learns it."

Su Yao smiled against his will and smoothed his hair, Fu Dage raised his eyebrows maliciously: "Of course I am the best."

Su Yao couldn't help but feel hot.

He lowered his eyes slightly, and heard Fu Ling laughing again: "The front shop is not busy today, Cheng An is watching, let's pick out the quilts for getting married. The third aunt picked out several fancy patterns, and they will deliver them in the afternoon."

Since preparing for the wedding, Su Yao and Fu Ling have seen things twice.

One was to pick dishes, and the other was to pick red silk.

Su Yao always knew that Fu Ling had high vision, but he didn't think about it, so he became more careful and critical.

The dishes are nothing more than dishes, they are usually used for eating, and there is nothing wrong with being more delicate, but the red silk is only hung in the courtyard of Fu's house to decorate the fence and flowers and trees.

Fu Gezi also shopped around and picked.

Su Yao didn't even know how to choose clothes, so she only listened to the theory of Fu Ling and the boys in the store.

Several servants were covered in sweat.

After a whole afternoon, Fu Ling didn't have any silk he liked, so he rewarded the boys with a handful of money, and the boys left in a hurry.

It looks like a huge psychological shadow.

Fu Ling hugged Su Yao: "You have to say a few words this time, and I'll make the choice in the end, so what can I do?"

Su Yao leaned on the big pigeon and nodded, thought for a while, and then asked tentatively: "Then what are you going to do tomorrow morning?"

The big pigeon pondered: "Let's see if we can finish the selection today. I don't think it will be finished. Third Aunt's eyesight is always different from mine. Why don't we go to the street to see how the flowers look?"

Su Yao raised her head slightly: "Okay, what about the afternoon?"

The big pigeon thought about it: "I want to go to Fuke to listen to the book in the afternoon. "A Grave in the Barren Hill" has started, let's go to cheer for it?"

Fu Gezi loves this kind of spooky and thrilling stories, and looks forward to seeing Mr. Wuhu's writing and ink very much.

In broad daylight, and it was something he had heard, Su Yao was not too scared, so he nodded.

It's not suitable to write at night, it hurts the eyes too much, so Su Yao had to skip the night again: "What about the morning after tomorrow?"

"I'm going to cook hot pot tomorrow morning." Fu Gezi smiled, "Qi Bo came back, we agreed a long time ago."

Su Yao forgot.

In this way, we have to eat until half the afternoon.

The day passed again.

"What about the day after tomorrow?"

Fu Gezi said: "I'm going to give Guipi a bath in the day after tomorrow. It's cold every day, so I probably need to set up a brazier."

Su Yao was silent.

It's not that I don't know, but after a calculation, Fu Gezi really seems to have no time to write articles all day.

No, no more questions.

Su Yao ignored the side-talking, and said directly: "When does Mr. Hetai plan to release the third volume? These days, every time I go to the counter, I hear the urging from the supervisor."

This time Fu Gezi was silent.

Sure enough, Fu Gezi opened his mouth and said, "But I'm so busy every day, how can I have time to write manuscripts?"

The so-called time is like water in a sponge.

Fu Gezi's sponge is full of water.

Su Yao had already thought about it: "That's all for now. You won't need your help on the day Guipi takes a bath. Would you like to write about it?"

The big pigeon hesitated.

Su Yao turned around and kissed him on the cheek again: "Write it down, and I'll cook something delicious for you."

Nowadays, single food is no longer easy to use.

It has to be accompanied by a kiss from a beautiful woman.

Fu Gezi hesitated, saw Su Yao's clear eyes, and nodded reluctantly: "Okay."

He hugged Su Yao again, and said first: "The manuscript fee for these few days must not be cut off."

Su Yao only said: "Then it's considered that you paid in advance."

"It can't be counted as an advance." Big Pigeon disagreed, "One chapter a day, I handed in 36 chapters last time, and I haven't used them up yet."

Fine.

It's good for pigeons to really think so.

There are 360 ​​and five days in a year. If it is said and done, the pigeon can write 360 ​​and five chapters.

Su Yao could wake up with a smile.

But pigeons can't.

Throughout this year, I haven't even written a third of it.

Eyes on the end of October.

When the cold wind blows, Su Yao is also worried, hoping to earn a little more before the new year.

He is worried, and the dove is also worried.

When it came time to bathe the cinnamon, the pigeon sat in the room all day without writing a single word.

Su Yao just comforted the wet cinnamon, and felt warm as soon as she entered the door.

Fu Gezi lay on the desk: "Uncle Wu also set up a brazier for our room, the heat made me dizzy."

There was a piece of snow-white paper in front of the pigeon, and Su Yao was rubbed into ink, not a single drop was missing.

When waking up in the morning, the pigeon said that he wanted to be quiet, so Su Yao didn't come in for a day. Even after dinner, Mr. Getai still didn't write.

All excuses.

Su Yao only felt that the pigeon must have slept all day again.

Looking at the drama script on the table: I probably read the stories written by others later.

Fu Gezi was lazy and frowning.

When the big pigeon was really Caven, he was very focused and frowning.

Now that it looks like this, it seems that I am too lazy to write.

Like a child whose homework is pressed head on.

Su Yao had no choice but to light a candlestick: "I ate leftover fish balls from the hot pot, I'll cook some for you, and you write slowly?"

The big pigeon said "hmm" and looked over with a smile: "I want to eat chicken balls, but I don't want to eat fish balls."

Thinking about eating without writing a single word.

big pigeon.

Su Yao was suddenly angry, and Fu Gezi saw it too, and put on a flattering look: "I will definitely write after I finish eating."

The tenth level is well-behaved, and the tenth level is flattering.

Su Yao's heart softened for a moment, so he went to cook another pot.

Everyone shared some, and Su Yao specially served Fu Ling a bowl of pure chicken balls, which were soft and tender, and the clear soup base was fresh and fragrant.

Fu Ling fed the last meatball to Su Yao, paused for a while, and showed a look of cheating again.

Fu Gezi is getting more and more difficult.

Su Yao hardened his heart: "It was just agreed."

A cuckoo showed a rambunctious look: "Can I go back on my word?"

Su Yao resolutely said, "No."

Fu Gezi sat down at the table pitifully and lonely.

Lift the pen.

Yawn first.

Then rest your chin.

Su Yao tried not to look at him.

The two were alone, the lights were burning, but the room was silent.

Fu Gugu was stunned for a while, then couldn't help it: "Boss Su."

Su Yao flipped through the script on his own.

Fu Gugu said a little louder: "Boss Su, the best thing in Old Beijing is that Mr. Ben wants your kiss. He said that he can only start writing if you kiss him."

Fu Gezi, who is full of nonsense.

Su Yao slandered, but because of Fu Ling's tone, her cheeks were still slightly red.

Fu Gugu yelled again.

Su Yao's heart fluttered for a moment, so she got up, leaned against his cheek, and tapped lightly.

Fu Gezi frowned, but hugged Su Yao: "You can write with me."

Su Yao struggled, but didn't move, so she had to stand still: "I have been with you in the room."

Fu Gezi shook his head, hugged Su Yao hard, and then hugged Su Yao to his lap.

It was the first time for Su Yao to sit in Fu Ling's arms like this, and for a moment he just struggled to remember.

Fu Ling picked up the pen in one hand, wrapped his arms around Su Yao's waist with the other, and smiled in a low voice: "If you leave, I won't write tonight."

According to Fu Gezi's character, he really did it.

Su Yao weighed it up and sat down.

...sit and sit without anyone watching.

You can also watch the manuscript up close, which is perfect.

Su Yao suppressed his embarrassment and sat on Fu Ling's lap for half a day, but he didn't see Fu Ling write a single word.

Instead, he was teased: "Boss Su is light and soft, and he doesn't panic at all."

Su Yao's face was already burning hot, and he became even more embarrassed: "I've sat down, it's your turn to write."

The lights were burning, but Fu Gezi put down his pen, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "You said, you are already sitting on my lap, and I still have to write. Am I still a man?"

Su Yao was taken aback for a moment, Fu Ling's hands were tightly wrapped around his waist, Su Yao gritted his teeth and retorted: "If you don't write a chapter tonight, you are not a man."

A narrow smile appeared in Fu Ling's eyes: "Really?"