The time was still noon, and the Goolan was naturally not open, in fact, there were not many people in the Goolan now, except for the traces left by the guests the night before the handyman cleaned up the Goolan in the Goollan, most of the people from the troupe had not yet come.

Between the dust, you can occasionally hear the praise of the handymen for the current owner, this year there is no specialty is really not easy to find a way to live, you must know that it takes strength to carry a bag at the dock, not to mention that they have no background, no ability and even some ordinary people who are sick, Goolan can give them such a way to live, and you can also see that Goolan is thriving, for them, Yanmo girl is the best owner.

Everyone knows that the owner doesn't like to show up, and has been writing stories in the small building behind the hook column, except for some times when no one like Guanyin can play the smoke and ink girl out of the mountain, and the people in the hook bar can't see the smoke and ink girl at all, and even the monthly money is sent by the maid Xiaoyu and the respected Liu Laolai, which naturally puts a mysterious halo on the owner.

In their impression, the owner is a perfect woman who is very good at writing stories, beautiful as a fairy, and has a heart comparable to a Bodhisattva.

Probably only the personal maids Xiaoyu and Gu Huai know that the Yanmo girl is just a little homely, and she is very short-sighted and doesn't like to see people...

In the flying dust, the appearance of the hook fence has also changed a lot, the curtain that has been patched a lot before is now freshly painted, it is bright blue throughout, it seems to be a unique scenery at the mouth of this alley, the original scribbled open space is now planted with some flowers and plants, and it is fenced up, presumably the mood of the people will be much better when queuing, there are many stacked stalls next to it, and when the hook fence opens at night, these shops will probably become roadside stalls, People can also buy some eye-catching gadgets in between queues.

Seeing this scene, Gu Huai nodded again and again, the previous poor and few people were willing to come to the hook fence finally came to life, and now there is an industrial chain, right?

Entering the hook bar, they are all fresh faces who have no impression, probably because Gu Huai doesn't come often, almost no one he knows, he was hesitating to find someone to ask where Xiaoyu was, and a crisp voice sounded:

"Ah, Gu Gongzi!"

The little maid who was still supervising the handyman's work just now jumped over and ran over, her face full of surprise: "When did you come back, Gu Gongzi?" Xiaohuan said that you went to the south..."

"I just arrived last night," Gu Huai smiled and swept the situation in the tick bar, "It's really changed a lot." ”

"That is, even the seats have been replaced, and the platform has been rebuilt," Xiao Yu smiled very lively, her eyes narrowed slightly, "There is an opera troupe that has come back from other places, and they said that the hook bar has changed and is unrecognizable." ”

She suddenly thought of something: "Childe is here to find Miss, right?" Miss is in the backyard, just go by yourself, I'll be busy. ”

After saying that, Xiaoyu ran away again, Gu Huai was a little helpless, this little girl's fiery personality is really... I just hope that Xiaohuan will never learn from her.

The furnishings have changed a lot, but the general structure has not changed, with the experience of the last time, Gu Huai easily went to the small courtyard at the back, and looked up, the small building was still the same as it was at the beginning.

The window was still open, but there were no clothes to dry, and the green vines that covered the small building were a little short of water under the scorching sun, and the wind stirred the branches and leaves on the roof.

Entering the building, going upstairs, this time both doors were open, Gu Huai paused, poked his head out and glanced at it.

Well... Sure enough, there was still an unknown object on the bed.

But this time it's okay, the clothes are still well worn, after all, it's not like the spring to cover the quilt... Just looking at the back, it should be Liu Yanmo, I think I stayed up late last night to write a story.

Gu Huai walked lightly to the table, there were a lot of manuscripts on it, the pile on the left was very high, the handwriting was still a delicate hairpin, and the handwriting pressed by the paperweight said that the four masters and apprentices looked at the Flame Mountain from afar.

How can it be written so quickly? Before Gu Huai left, he said that he would send a letter to tell the story of the story, but then he forgot about it, and the end of the story that afternoon before going south seemed to be here.

It's really hard...

There were still some manuscripts on the right, Gu Huai picked them up lightly, and after a few glances, he found that this was not the story he had said.

There are a lot of traces of smearing, and it can be seen that I want to write a love story, the framework is a bit old-fashioned, a young woman goes into the mountains to find immortals, and meets a young immortal in white...

The corners of Gu Huai's mouth were hooked, and he didn't expect Liu Yanmo to have such a side.

The story should be written very intermittently, the corners of the manuscript have been folded, it must be taken out and put it away and then taken out to consider not knowing how to write, the handwriting is slightly messy compared to the manuscript of the Journey to the West, but you can get a glimpse of the state of mind at the time of writing, that afternoon I heard Liu Yanmo tell some previous stories, as if her dream at the beginning was to write a story... I don't know if it's purely out of hobby or if the hook bar really needs a story.

Gu Huai thought about it, simply brushed his clothes and sat down, the ink in the inkstone pond had dried, he gently sharpened the ink, and tried to recall the story of Journey to the West.

Flaming Mountain... It's time for three dozen red children next, but I can't remember the appearance of the Bull Demon King and the Iron Fan Princess... Miss Liu's pen power is really powerful, half of the Journey to the West practice pen, there is already a seven-point charm of the old man Wu Chengen, and there is an obvious feminine style in the pen, compared to the original book, it has a different flavor, which is not easy to imitate.

You need to meditate before writing, the summer breeze blows through the curtains, there is a slight breathing sound behind you, you can sleep like this, you must have stayed up until dawn last night, Miss Liu's eyes can be short-sighted like this, it is reasonable to think about it, after all, the oil lamps of this era are really not very bright.

Going around and around, going south and returning to the north, the smell of summer that I can't feel all the time seems to be found in this small building, and the smell of sunshine in the air is very good, so good that people forget those intrigues and blood.

Gu Huai picked up the pen, took a piece of rice paper and wrote gently.

I don't know how long it took for the figure on the bed to turn over, his eyelashes fluttered slightly, and his big eyes slowly opened with a haze.

I can't see the beams and columns overhead... But the taste in the small building has always been so reassuring, all year round, spring goes to autumn, if there is a chance, I really don't want to go out.

Close the doors and windows and write a story, write a story that will be passed on to the next generation.

She twitched her lower nose coquettishly, and her black hair tilted down with the action of getting up, and the biggest advantage of not tying her hair with her face facing the sky was that she could sleep more peacefully.

Immediately, she saw the figure by the window sitting quietly and writing hard.

The warm voice came with the breeze: "It's a good story, why don't you write it down?" ”

Some of them haven't come back to their senses, as if they are still in a dream... That figure is familiar, and the green shirt has appeared many times.

Liu Yanmo opened his mouth slightly: "Huh? ”