In the book club.

Mr. Feng was discussing with the scholar and writing a book, and only one oil lamp was lit above his head.

In the entire store, only Mr. Feng and the scholar had a beam of light above their heads, and they didn't notice Gu Xiaoyou's arrival when they said seriously.

Gu Xiaoyou stood lightly in the shadows on the side, and listened to the conversation between the two for a while, the story told by Mr. Feng was still wonderful, and the scholar changed it to the text and put forward some opinions, which was quite literary, and the two of them went back and forth, but there was a bit of harmony.

"It's late today, so let's all go back and rest." Gu Xiaoyou said considerately.

Mr. Feng and the scholar noticed her arrival, hurriedly got up, and said politely: "Thank you Boss Gu for your understanding, and I forgot the time when I talked to Xiaoyou about happiness." ”

The scholar's face was slightly red: "It's a shame to waste Boss Gu's pen and ink." ”

"I know it's hard to write a story, and with a little more ink, I can understand it." Gu Xiaoyou said heartily: "I'm not urging you to leave, it's just that it's late, it's dark in the store, if you don't want to go, you can light a few more lights." ”

"Thank you Boss Gu, I'll leave after discussing this with Xiaoyou." Mr. Feng said softly.

Gu Xiaoyou nodded, afraid that they would be restrained, so he personally lit a few more oil lamps and lit the bookstore brightly before leaving.

Mr. Feng and the scholar glanced at each other, and were a little moved by Gu Xiaoyou's behavior, and discussed the content of the story more attentively.

That night, Gu Xiaoyou returned home, took a simple shower, took out his mobile phone, and found a note-taking software that was locked privately.

"It's good that my stories are all on my phone, otherwise I wouldn't be able to remember." Gu Xiaoyou secretly rejoiced.

Sitting at the table, I picked up my pen and prepared to transcribe the story, and I will give it directly to the storyteller tomorrow, and let her tell it again.

She had just spread out the rice paper and was writing while looking at her phone.

When she wrote this, Gu Xiaoyou forgot the time, and she didn't come back to her senses until the door was knocked, because she hadn't spoken for a long time, her voice was a little hoarse, and she asked, "Who?" ”

"It's a slave." Zhixia replied.

"What's the matter?"

"The slave is fine, but now it's the third watch, seeing that the light in the lady's room is still on, ask when you will go to bed, do you need the slave to help?" Zhixia asked with concern.

Gu Xiaoyou glanced at her phone, it was already one o'clock in the morning, she didn't expect her to write for so long unconsciously.

Seeing that Gu Xiaoyou didn't reply, Zhixia knocked on the door again: "Miss Gu? ”

"Ahem, it's okay, I'll go to sleep right away." Gu Xiaoyou came back to his senses and responded.

"Then the slave and maid will wait for you to go to bed." Zhixia said intimately.

Gu Xiaoyou wanted to refuse, but as soon as he raised his shoulders, he suddenly groaned bitterly: "Ouch, it's so sour." ”

Zhixia heard the sound and asked nervously, "Miss Gu, what's wrong with you?" Need help from a slave? ”

"Yes, come in." Gu Xiaoyou replied, putting his phone into his sleeve as he spoke.

As soon as it was put away, Zhixia pushed the door in, and saw Gu Xiaoyou's backhand pinching his shoulder with a somewhat painful expression, and stepped forward quickly: "Slave maid will pinch your shoulder." ”

"Okay, thank you." Gu Xiaoyou thanked him, and Zhixia immediately started to pinch Gu Xiaoyou's shoulder.

Under Zhixia's kneading, Gu Xiaoyou's somewhat tense shoulders and neck suddenly relaxed.

She sighed comfortably and praised: "I didn't expect Zhixia that you look weak, but the strength in your hand is not small, and the position of the press is right, which is really good." ”

Zhixia got the compliment, and pursed his lips shyly: "I want Miss Gu to praise me." ”

After speaking, the movements in his hands became more attentive.

Gu Xiaoyou suddenly relaxed a lot: "Point to the left...... Pinch my neck again, it's so comfortable. ”

Zhixia squeezed it with a smile, and inadvertently glanced at the table, wanting to withdraw his gaze immediately, but found that what was written on the paper seemed to be a story.

Zhixia couldn't help but look at it curiously, but he didn't expect to be deeply attracted by the content of the story, and the movements of his hands stopped unconsciously.

Gu Xiaoyou was still enjoying her eyes closed, and she was about to fall asleep comfortably, but suddenly there was no movement behind her, and when she opened her eyes suspiciously, she saw Zhixia holding the story she wrote, and looked focused: "Zhixia? ”

Gu Xiaoyou called a few times in a row, and only then did Zhixia come back to his senses, and then he realized what he had done, and said again and again: "The slave is wrong, the slave is guilty, and the slave didn't mean to peek at Miss's things." ”

"Please spare Zhixia this time." Zhixia said that he was about to kneel down for Gu Xiaoyou.

Gu Xiaoyou stepped forward to hold her arm, and said helplessly: "I didn't say that you were guilty, what are you afraid of doing, get up quickly." ”

Zhixia Cheng got up in fear, and when he saw Gu Xiaoyou's face soft, not like he was angry, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Gu Xiaoyou comforted a few more words, and when he saw that Zhixia was relaxed, he asked with a smile, "Is my story good?" ”

"Beautiful!" Zhixia's eyes widened: "Was this story written by Miss?" ”

"Hmm." Gu Xiaoyou nodded: "I wrote it before, and I don't know if this story is outdated." ”

"It's not timely, it's the best story the slave has ever seen." Zhixia said seriously, looking at Gu Xiaoyou with admiration: "Miss is so talented to be able to write such a wonderful story." ”

Zhixia said with a sincere face, but Gu Xiaoyou was a little embarrassed: "It's nothing, you can write more books and TV series after watching more." ”

"TV series?" Zhixia said confusedly.

"Oh, it's a drama, it's a singing drama, the stories they tell are all about the same, and if you watch too much, you'll see more." Gu Xiaoyou explained vaguely, she really stayed up all night and was confused, and said some modern words again.

Fortunately, Zhixia people are simple and don't think much about it.

"The slave has watched the play, but it is not as interesting as the story of your change." Zhixia said, and asked a little shyly, "I don't know what's behind this story?" Are Miss Wang and Master Cao together? ”

After speaking, he looked at Gu Xiaoyou with blinking eyes, expecting her to give an answer.

Gu Xiaoyou looked at Zhixia with some tears and laughter, does she have a book lover?

"You'll know when I'm done writing the story, it's getting late, you can rest too." Gu Xiaoyou sold Guan Zi and deliberately hung Zhixia's appetite.

Zhixia was a little disappointed on his face, but he still waited carefully for Gu Xiaoyou to go to bed.

Tidying up the manuscripts on the table, Zhixia reluctantly glanced at them before blowing out the candles.

The next day, Gu Xiaoyou came to the book club with the manuscript in Zhixia's regretful and longing eyes.

The storyteller and scholar who had been agreed upon yesterday were already waiting in the store, and when they saw Gu Xiaoyou, they hurriedly got up and said hello: "Boss Gu, morning." ”