The door was opened again, revealing Liu Yanmo's red little face, she tied her hair at will, and the silk nightgown on her body was also replaced by a light white skirt, and she stammered: "Gu... Gu Gongzi? ”

Gu Huai looked away, and always felt that his gaze fell on Liu Yanmo's body, as if he could penetrate the light white skirt... He coughed lightly: "I saw Xiaoyu in front and said that Miss Liu was in the backyard, and I just knocked on the door and no one answered..."

When she first woke up, her vision was hazy, and she couldn't see clearly, Liu Yanmo really took Gu Huai as Xiaoyu, and it wasn't until Gu Huai made a sound outside the door that she realized what was going on... Thinking of the scene just now, the red on his face spread to his earlobes and collarbones: "I was obsessed with writing a manuscript last night, so I slept late..."

She stomped her foot: "Xiaoyu, this dead girl..."

At this time, you must not say things like "I didn't see anything", girls are thin-skinned, pretending that nothing happened to fool the past, anyway, girls themselves like to lie to themselves... If you really find out, you will be the one who will be annoyed and unlucky.

Gu Huai turned around and walked downstairs: "Since the girl is awake, then I will go downstairs and wait for the girl, and I just need to see the manuscript written by the girl." ”

"No, it's okay," Liu Yanmo lowered his head, these words were a little stuffy, "The manuscript is on the table, Childe will sit down for a while, I'll make a pot of tea..."

After finishing speaking, he fled downstairs, Gu Huai couldn't cry or laugh, so he could only enter the house, pulled out a chair and sat on the table uncomfortably, picked up a manuscript and read it.

Just glanced at it a little, Gu Huai was a little in a trance, the embarrassment in his heart disappeared, and his mind gradually sank into this Journey to the West script.

The taste of the original is a little worse... However, there is a little more delicate spirit unique to women writing stories, and the description of the general environment is still less imposing, but it's no wonder that Liu Yanmo... After all, in this era, there are no TV series and the like that can make people write with their horizons high.

It wasn't until the steaming teacup was placed at hand that Gu Huai finished reading the first time, and then admired the hairpin flower Xiaokai.

"The girl writes well," Gu Huai sighed sincerely, "Juanxiu is beautiful, which is unforgettable at first sight." ”

"Childe praised it falsely," Liu Yanmo's mood was much better, and he was replaced by apprehension: "That draft..."

"It's great, it's even much better than I thought," Gu Huai glanced at the scrap manuscript next to the table, "The style of writing may need to be changed, but the girl's pen power is very strong." ”

Liu Yanmo sat down on the side and breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm still a little worried that Childe will think that the writing is not good... I wrote mostly love books before, but I haven't written this kind of story, which makes Childe smile. ”

"If this is still laughing, then I will find a place to solve it myself..."Gu Huai made a joke, straightened his expression a little, picked up the manuscript and began to get up one by one: "The birth of the Monkey King, the pen and ink should be more focused, the character design is very important, and the stubborn monkeys must be written vividly..."

"Uh-huh."

"The whole story is a mythological story, and mythology is not like a love story to study psychological changes, you must write a little majestic, and if necessary, you can refer to some Taoist and Buddhist things..."

"Okay."

"Xun Xian asked this paragraph, you can add a little more tribulation, experience the various states of the market, etc., the comparison between the two sides of Xianfan will also be very interesting..."

"Got it..."

This kind of conversation lasted for a long time, and when Gu Huai spoke a little dry, he took a sip of tea, and seeing that Liu Yanmo was still a little distracted, he smiled:

"Actually, I'm not good at writing stories, and my pen is weak, so don't mind if I'm a layman... The reason why I was able to give the girl some advice was because I had read the original work of Mr. Wu Chengen, and I remembered some of it. ”

Liu Yanmo leaned forward slightly, as if she wanted to see the expression on Gu Huai's face at this time, she smiled lightly: "Childe is really modest..."

"It's not modest... Anyway, this time I'm going to tell you the first ten stories, but the stories may be a little intermittent, and I'll have to remember them as I go. ”

It took so much time to write it just once, and there were so many wasted manuscripts... Liu Yanmo was a little puzzled: "Isn't it a little anxious?" ”

"I may have to go south in a while, and it will take a month or two to come back," Gu Huai paused, "Of course, it may be delayed for a longer time... It's better to talk more, and then you may have to write to Miss Liu. ”

"I see..."

"How long will it take to rehearse the first one? Are there any difficulties? ”

Liu Yanmo thought for a while, shook his head and said, "The hook column is full of old people who are used to acting... The play should be fine, I will revise the script, and rehearse for three or four days. ”

Gu Huai suddenly remembered the "Painted Skin" he watched that day: "The props may have to be remade, it's too old... This kind of mythological drama is difficult for people to watch if they don't have too good lighting and shadow effects, costumes, props or something. ”

A group of shirtless men wielding sweat and striking iron appeared in their minds, and the breath of philosophy spread... Gu Huai hurriedly shook his head to dispel this scene: "I have a familiar blacksmith shop, not far from here, you can go to them for props or something, and you can find a silk shop for clothes and other things, don't worry about the cost, I will allocate another sum of silver." ”

Liu Yanmo lowered his head: "I still don't want it... The hook bar is sluggish, thanks to the son to be able to send out the monthly money, if the son is allowed to break the bank..."

"Don't forget that I'm also half of the shares, so it's okay to invest a little more, I'm still very confident in this story."

He smiled: "It's wrong, I should have confidence in Miss Liu... It's easy to tell a story, but to write a script and rehearse on stage, you have to work hard for Miss Liu. ”

After saying that, Liu Yanmo couldn't refuse again, so he began to tell the story slowly, the warm spring sun shone obliquely through the window, the dust danced lightly in the sun, the green vines outside the wall were full of green, and the teacup in his hand was radiating heat.

The story is very long, it must be impossible to remember, Liu Yanmo took out the rice paper, and took notes while listening quietly, occasionally when Gu Huai stopped to recall, she rubbed her wrist and quietly looked at Gu Huai's side face, and then seemed to remember something, and took out a small box from the cabinet, and the fragrance of osmanthus cake in it was very strong.

"I heard Xiaoyu say that Childe seems to like osmanthus cake very much..."

So the spring breeze is still blowing, the sun continues to be warm, and the scholar in the green shirt who is still injured occasionally drinks tea and picks up a piece of osmanthus cake, telling the story of gods and demons, the woman with long hair and shoulders sitting by the window listens carefully, her skin is a little transparent by the sun, and when she occasionally looks up, although she can't see the person in front of her clearly, her eyes are full of smiles.

It wasn't until the sun set in the west that Gu Huai closed the box and said goodbye with satisfaction.

Listening to the sound of footsteps on the stairs and watching the figure in green shirts leave the desolate courtyard, Liu Yanmo picked up a book of poems and looked at the three words "First Sight Collection" on it and was slightly fascinated.

"Aren't you good at writing, aren't you strong..."

Thinking of Beiping's evaluation of this green-shirted scholar now, she smiled and twitched her nose a little coquettishly:

"Big liar."