Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the north wind combs the branches and leaves of the old locust tree, occasionally dropping a few yellow leaves, revealing a gloomy feeling. The warm sun shone on the courtyard, and under the beams, dust flew on the bricks and tiles, as if browsing the traces of time.

Chu Xiao nested in the sofa, covered with a blanket, and lay on her stomach obediently, playing the role of a pure natural hot water bottle. Although the Chinese medicine he had just drunk was bitter, it had a miraculous effect, and at this moment, Chu Xiao only felt weak, but the pain had already weakened.

I also have the strength to ask Gu Ziyu, a big man, where did he get the traditional Chinese medicine remedies for menstrual cramps.

"My mom sent it."

"Mr. Gu?" Chu Xiao was flattered, and smirked while touching Yanran.

Chu Xiao chased every book of Gu Hua in high school, and regarded him as a professional idol and spiritual mentor, and when he saw Gu Hua for the first time at today's dinner, he was appreciated by him, and his heart jumped like a flood. I didn't expect Gu Hua to not only be meticulous in observation, but also so considerate.

"How did Mr. Gu know that I was here with you?"

After the dinner, Gu Hua instructed the assistant that he originally wanted to send Chu Xiao to the Chinese medicine hospital to organize his body, but the assistant chased him downstairs to the parking lot, Chu Xiao had already gotten into Zhang Haojian's car, and the assistant had to follow behind, and when he saw that Chu Xiao was put down halfway, he went to Gu Ziyu's studio, and then reported to Gu Hua. So Gu Hua personally called the Chinese medicine pharmacy, rushed the processing, and asked the assistant to take the ready-made Chinese medicine and send it over.

"She's wide-ranging."

Gu Ziyu picked up the empty bowl and put it back on the table, sat down next to Chu Xiao, he reached out and picked up Yanran and put it on the ground, but his hand covered Chu Xiao's stomach and gently massaged it in circles. Through the sweater, Chu Xiao could feel the temperature of Gu Ziyu's palm.

"Your mother is so gentle and considerate, such a good role model, why don't you study more?" At the mention of idols, Chu Xiao straightened up with some excitement.

Gu Ziyu's hand was misplaced because of this, as if he had touched a strange softness, he paused, moved his hand down two inches, and then continued to knead with more force, and did not answer.

Chu Xiao didn't care at all about the intimate contact just now, thinking that Gu Ziyu was jealous, so he smiled and praised: "Of course, Mr. Gu is rich in five cars, and he is only eight buckets high, and he is worthy of inheriting Mr. Gu's excellent genes." ”

In all fairness, Gu Ziyu has really changed too much in the past few days, and she has become more patient, caring, and attentive to her.

Gu Ziyu was still silent.

"Why don't you speak?"

"Don't move around, I'm not good at finding acupuncture points." The uterine acupoint that Gu Ziyu is looking for is located in the lower abdomen, in the middle of the horizontal palm under the umbilicus, rubbing the uterine acupoint, stimulating the acupuncture point, which can activate blood and dispel stasis, regulate qi and relieve pain.

Chu Xiao had no choice but to lie down obediently, staring straight at Gu Ziyu with a pair of bright eyes, he was massaging with concentration, and his affectionate appearance was really gentle.

It turned out that Gu Dacai was telling her with his actions, isn't he just gentle and considerate, he does it himself, how can others compare.

Chu Xiao was under Gu Ziyu's massage, coupled with the effect of traditional Chinese medicine, he was already full of blood, got off the sofa, and when he passed the desk, he saw the paper balls on the table, and couldn't help but wonder what Gu Ziyu was writing, and was about to reach out and grab a paper ball to take a look, but Gu Ziyu grabbed his wrist.

"Just take a look, why are you so stingy."

"It's not written yet, you'll see when it's done." Although his hands were imprisoned, his eyes were free, and Chu Xiao scanned the few books on the table openly, "Book of Songs", "Gitanjali", "Sonnets", "Lovers' Whispers", "Love You Like Life", "Moonlight Falls on the Left Hand", ......

"You're going to write poetry, huh?"

I didn't write a sentence in a morning, and it was indeed a bit embarrassing to say this kind of thing.

"Do you want to broaden your creative field and try to be a poet?"

"Not really."

"And what do you think these are for?"

"Just look at it."

Chu Xiaocai didn't want Gu Ziyu to be a poet, and when he thought of Gu Ziyu's romantic past in the Peking University Poetry Society, Chu Xiao was indignant.

When he was studying, Chu Xiao chased Gu Ziyu and made a documentary confession, which was spread in both Peking University and Beiying schools. But at the same time, Gu Dacaizi and a talented girl from the Peking University Poetry Society spent the moon before the moon, and the affair of writing poems in the wind and snow was also widely circulated.

Although Chu Xiao had never questioned Gu Ziyu, he was also jealous and depressed for more than half a month, but fortunately, Ji Qinglin explained that it was purely the team building movement of the poetry club, and Chu Xiao gradually relieved.

Zhou Qicheng knocked on the door, entered the study, and reminded Gu Ziyu that he had arranged an interview for a while.

Gu Ziyu arranged for Zhou Qicheng to send Chu Xiao to the living room on the second floor to rest. Chu Xiao didn't forget to leave with Yanran in his arms before leaving. This cold meow owner rarely takes the initiative to get close to people, but he likes Chu Xiao and caresses, and sure enough, the cat follows the owner.

Gu Ziyu will join the "Assassination of Love" project as a screenwriter, and he needs a screenwriter assistant. Several of the interviewees selected by Zhou Qicheng have gone through a round of screening, and even one has a Ph.D. in the Department of Literature of Peking University.

With such a high degree of education, but just applying for the position of assistant, it is inevitably overkill.

In the first round of interviews, Zhou Qicheng specially asked the other party why he submitted his resume.

The other party only said that because he appreciated the works without words.

Pushing the door in, there were familiar faces.

It is Gu Ziyu's alumni of the Peking University Poetry Society, Nalan Shiyu.

Gu Ziyu has a cold personality, and when he saw his former alumni, his face did not change at all, and he didn't even start the interview directly without even reminiscing about the old part.

Nalan Shiyu, a doctor from the Department of Literature, came to interview a screenwriter assistant, of course, not for career development, after the interview, she made no secret of her appreciation for Gu Ziyu's works in recent years, as well as her personal admiration, and took the initiative to propose: "If it's convenient, let's have a meal together in the evening, how about it?" ”

"The result of the interview, my assistant will inform you tomorrow. As for eating, I made an appointment tonight, which is not very convenient. ”

"It's okay, it's okay tomorrow night, I'm in Shanghai for the past few days." Nalan Shiyu was reluctant to get up and leave, and continued, "If there is a chance to become your assistant and work together in the future, we can all have dinner together, just like we did when we were in the poetry club before. ”

"I rarely write poetry anymore." If it weren't for the sake of pleasing someone, he wouldn't have written poetry again.

"Really?" Nalan Shiyu looked at a few poetry books on the table and said with a smile, "Then are you reading these poetry collections to collect materials for new books?" I have a few good poetry books that I can recommend to you. ”

"What poetry collection?" Gu Ziyu picked up the pen and prepared to record.

"Let's add a WeChat, I'll go back and make a list of poems and send it to you."

Gu Ziyu didn't think much about it, opened the QR code, and the top priority was indeed to write a love poem to let Chu Xiao understand his mind.

Chu Xiao didn't eat much at noon, waited upstairs with a rumbling stomach, came down to forage for food, and happened to be outside the study through the glass on the door, and saw Gu Ziyu taking the initiative to open WeChat and adding friends with a young woman dressed in literature and art.