Gu Xiaoyou frowned and looked at the words in the book, why didn't she remember any tear-jerking plots in her story?

Looking at it, I can't help but feel a little funny.

The original plot was very simple, Miss Wang was misdiagnosed as a terminal illness, and Lord Cao never abandoned the bridge by her side.

This kind of stalk on the rotten street in modern times was changed by Mr. Storyteller, and with the polish of the scholar, it was a little sad and moving.

"Okay, Sister Zhou, Miss Wang won't die, and she will be with Master Cao in the end." Gu Xiaoyou comforted helplessly.

Zhou sobbed and wiped his tears: "Is it because you thought of some good cure for Miss Wang?" ”

“…… It's all made up, but the doctor took the wrong pulse, and Miss Wang was just poisoned. Gu Xiaoyou explained the general plot.

"That's great." Only then did Zhou put back his tears and said with a sigh of relief.

After that, I took the book back and wanted to continue reading.

Gu Xiaoyou quickly took the book back into his hand, and said solemnly: "You are forbidden to read books during your shifts, if you want to read it at night, now let's eat." ”

"Okay......" Zhou opened his mouth reluctantly, but he couldn't resist Gu Xiaoyou's eyes, so he had to obediently go to the backyard to eat.

After the meal, Gu Xiaoyou confiscated the books, and by the way, forbade the guys of the book club to let Zhou borrow books during the day.

She stuffed "King Cao's Girlfriends" back onto the shelf, left and right, and picked up a book compiled by a storyteller from the bookshelf to read.

This look also generated a little interest, but I didn't expect the storyteller to tell the story of the thunderstorm.

Although the language is a little obscure to Gu Xiaoyou, after understanding the meaning, it looks quite interesting.

The more he watched, the more fascinated he became, Gu Xiaoyou simply sat on the chair and read it.

I don't know how long I watched it, I felt that there were a few people sitting next to me, Gu Xiaoyou raised her eyes and looked, I don't know when there were a few more ladies in the store, some of them were holding poems to cover up their books, and some were holding books generously.

Gu Xiaoyou observed for a moment and found that those who like romance novels are on par with those who like dog blood stories.

"I don't know what the effect of combining a dog blood story and a love story is?" Gu Xiaoyou muttered thoughtfully, and several film and television works that were cliché but had exciting plots drifted through his mind.

With a flash of inspiration, Gu Xiaoyou blinked his eyes and muttered in a low voice: "Why don't I change the TV series, maybe it will be very welcome." ”

The idea was certain, Gu Xiaoyou sat on the chair and conceived the story while silently observing the preferences of the ladies.

sat in the book club until the sunset, and Gu Xiaoyou did not leave the book club.

I looked through the books on the shelves with a serious expression, and basically flipped through the storybooks on the entire shelf.

Suddenly, a somewhat resentful female voice interrupted Gu Xiaoyou's movements.

"Okay, you don't allow me to read, but you hide here and read it yourself." Zhou said dissatisfiedly.

"Sister Zhou, you misunderstood me, I'm conceiving a story." Gu Xiaoyou smiled flatteringly, closed the books on the table, and stuffed them on the bookshelf.

She couldn't wait to grab Zhou's arm and walk towards the backyard.

"Let's go, I'll take a storyteller home, and I'll tell him a story."

"You said the opposite, it should be the storyteller telling you a story." Zhou said puzzledly, stunned by Gu Xiaoyou.

"That's right, you'll know when we get home." Gu Xiaoyou dragged Zhou to the backyard, and it happened that a few storytellers hadn't left yet.

Gu Xiaoyou hurriedly asked, "Is there any gentleman who is particularly good at telling stories of love and hate?" ”

"I'm good at it." The two storytellers raised their hands for no apparent reason.

"Okay, it's just the two of you, come back to the mansion with me tonight, and I'll tell you a story." With a wave of her hand, Gu Xiaoyou beckoned the storytellers to go home with her.

The two storytellers looked at each other, and had no choice but to follow her under Gu Xiaoyou's eager gaze.

The four of them returned to the mansion smoothly in a carriage, Gu Xiaoyou invited the two gentlemen to dinner, and then took them to the main hall, Zhou was a little curious about Gu Xiaoyou's story, and also followed.

The subordinates handed over the tea and respectfully stepped aside.

Gu Xiaoyou took a sip of tea, and said unhurriedly under the expectant gazes of several people: "I wonder if the two gentlemen have noticed the recent situation of the book club?" ”

"I noticed, I've been buying books very well lately." A storyteller said happily.

"Yes, especially the few stories dictated by Boss Gu, which sell very well." Another storyteller complimented.

Gu Xiaoyou smiled: "Not only that, but the stories compiled by several gentlemen are also very popular, especially the stories that are more sprinkled with dog blood." ”

"Sprinkle dog blood?" The storyteller said with a little confusion: "We don't seem to have made up a similar plot. ”

"It's not really spilling dog blood, it's very much to say that the storyline is particularly exaggerated." Gu Xiaoyou patiently explained: "I found that the story of a certain gentleman who wrote a wife fighting a concubine is selling very well. ”

As soon as Gu Xiaoyou's voice fell, a storyteller on the other side said embarrassedly: "I won't tell you, that story is thinking about it." ”

"Talent." Gu Xiaoyou gave a thumbs up and praised.

Although Mr. Storyteller didn't understand the meaning of thumbs up, but with Gu Xiaoyou's words, it should mean praise, and he smiled embarrassedly: "Boss Gu praised it falsely." ”

"It's too modest, your story is quite interesting." Gu Xiaoyou said a few words of encouragement, and said straight to the point: "However, I found that the story of our book club is still limited, so I will tell you the story I thought of tonight." ”

"I want to hear about it." The storyteller put down his cup and made a deaf gesture.

Gu Xiaoyou cleared his throat, took the tea bowl on the table as a wake-up wood, and put it on the table: "Then I'll tell you a story about his wife's revenge." ”

Mr. Storyteller and Zhou were taken aback by her, and subconsciously sat upright.

I saw Gu Xiaoyou open her bright eyes, her cherry lips opened, and she said exaggeratedly: "It is said that once upon a time, a man married a virtuous and virtuous wife, and the wife diligently took care of the man's whole family, but no one in the family thanked her, but instead ...... her."

The three of them originally listened with a casual attitude, but who knew that Gu Xiaoyou's story seemed to have magical powers, and some plots could be guessed, but they were still unconsciously attracted by what she said.

Even the subordinates who were serving tea and water in and out of the house couldn't help but stop and listen to Gu Xiaoyou's story.

“…… The man took the outer room, and when his wife found out, he couldn't help but refrain from restraining himself, but took the outer room home and entered the house. Gu Xiaoyou spoke for an hour in one breath, and stopped with a dry mouth.