In the book club.

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

In the whole store, only Mr. Feng and the scholar had a beam of light above their heads. They were talking seriously and didn't even notice Gu Xiaoyou's arrival.

Gu Xiaoyou stood quietly in the shadows aside and listened to the conversation between the two people for a while. The story Mr. Feng told was still exciting, and the scholar changed it into text and made some comments, which was quite literary. The two of them

The coming and going of individuals is somewhat harmonious.

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

Only then did Mr. Feng and the scholar notice her arrival. They quickly stood up and said politely: "Thank you very much, Boss Gu, for your understanding. I was so happy that I forgot about the time."

The scholar's face turned red: "Boss Gu's pen and ink were wasted. I'm really ashamed."

"What are you talking about? I know it is difficult to write stories. If you spend more time writing, I can understand." Gu Xiaoyou said cheerfully: "I'm not urging you to leave. It's just that it's late and the store is dark. If you

If you don’t want to leave, just light more lights.”

"Thank you, Boss Gu. I will leave after discussing this with my friend." Mr. Feng said warmly.

Gu Xiaoyou nodded, fearing that they would be constrained, so he personally lit a few more oil lamps to illuminate the bookstore brightly before leaving.

Mr. Feng and the scholar looked at each other, feeling 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 phone, and found a note-taking software that was privately locked.

"Fortunately, all my stories are on my phone, otherwise I wouldn't be able to remember them." Gu Xiaoyou secretly rejoiced.

Sitting at the table, I picked up a pen and prepared to copy down the story and give it directly to the storyteller tomorrow so that she could tell it later.

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

As soon as she wrote this, Gu Xiaoyou lost track of time. It wasn't until the door was knocked that she came back to her senses. Because she hadn't spoken for a long time, her voice was a little hoarse, and she asked: "Who is it?"

"She's a slave." Zhixia replied.

"What's up?"

"My slave, everything is fine. It's just the third watch now. I see that the light in the lady's room is still on. I want to ask when you will go to bed. Do you need my help with anything?" Zhixia asked with concern.

Gu Xiaoyou glanced at her phone. It was already one o'clock in the morning. She didn't expect that she had been writing for so long without knowing it.

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 my servant will wait for you to go to bed." Zhixia said thoughtfully.

Gu Xiaoyou wanted to refuse, but when he raised his shoulders, he groaned in pain: "Ouch, I feel so sore."

Zhixia heard the sound and asked nervously: "Miss Gu, what's wrong with you? Do you need help from your slave?"

"If you need it, come in." Gu Xiaoyou replied, putting the phone into his sleeve as he spoke.

As soon as she put it away, Zhixia pushed the door open and came in. She saw Gu Xiaoyou holding his shoulder with his backhand, with a somewhat painful expression, and quickly stepped forward: "Slave, please squeeze your shoulder."

"Okay, thank you." Gu Xiaoyou thanked her, and Zhixia immediately started to squeeze Gu Xiaoyou's shoulders.

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

She sighed comfortably and praised: "I didn't expect that Zhixia, you look weak, but the strength of your hands is not small, and the position of pressing is right, it's really good."

Zhixia received the compliment and pursed her lips shyly: "I miss Miss Gu so much."

After saying that, the movements of his hands became more attentive.

Gu Xiaoyou suddenly felt a lot more relaxed: "Move to the left...and squeeze your neck for me, it's so comfortable."

Zhixia pinched it with a smile and glanced at the table unintentionally. She wanted to look away immediately, but found that what was written on the paper seemed to be a story.

Zhixia couldn't help but take a few more curious glances. Unexpectedly, she was deeply attracted by the content of the story, and her movements stopped unconsciously.

Gu Xiaoyou was still enjoying herself with her eyes closed, almost falling asleep comfortably, but suddenly there was no movement behind her. She opened her eyes in confusion and saw Zhixia holding the story she had written, with a look of concentration on her face: "

Know Xia?"

Gu Xiaoyou called out several times, and Zhixia came back to her senses. Then she realized what she had done, and accused her repeatedly: "I was wrong. I understand your guilt. I didn't intentionally peek at the lady's things."

"Miss, please spare Zhixia this time." Zhixia said and was about to kneel down to Gu Xiaoyou.

Gu Xiaoyou stepped forward to hold her arm and said helplessly: "I didn't say you were guilty. What are you so afraid of? Get up quickly."

Zhi Xia Cheng stood up in fear and was relieved when he saw that Gu Xiaoyou's face was soft and did not look angry.

Gu Xiaoyou comforted her a few more words. Seeing Zhixia relax, she asked with a smile: "Is my story good?"

"It's beautiful!" Zhixia opened her eyes wide: "Did the lady write this story?"

"Yeah." Gu Xiaoyou nodded: "I wrote it before, but I don't know if this story will be outdated."

"It's timeless. This is the best story I've ever seen." Zhixia said seriously, looking at Gu Xiaoyou with admiration: "Young lady is so talented and can write such a wonderful story."

Zhixia said it with such sincerity that Gu Xiaoyou felt a little embarrassed: "It's nothing. I've read many books and TV series, so you can write it."

"TV series?" Zhixia said confused.

"Oh, it's just drama, just watch singers and opera singers. The stories they tell are all the same, and you'll get better at it after watching it too much." Gu Xiaoyou explained vaguely. She was so confused after staying up so late that she started to speak some modern vocabulary.

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

"I've seen the show before, but it's not as interesting as the story about your transformation." Zhixia said, and asked shyly: "I wonder what's going on behind this story? Are Miss Wang and Master Cao together?"

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

Gu Xiaoyou looked at Zhixia dumbfounded, did she have a book lover?

"You'll know after I finish writing the story. It's getting late, so you should go and have some rest." Gu Xiaoyou gave the lie and deliberately whetted Zhi Xia's appetite.

Zhixia looked a little disappointed, but she still carefully helped Gu Xiaoyou go to bed.

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

The next day, under Zhixia's regretful and eager eyes, Gu Xiaoyou brought the manuscript to the book club.
Chapter completed!