He glanced at Wang Zixu and Chen Qingluo, who were empty-handed, and reached out to point to the sofa, meaning that someone would sit on it.

When the two of them sat down, he said:

"My father is busy with writing, and no one can bother with him during this period. Please wait."

Wang Zixu's brows moved and turned to look at Chen Qingluo, but Chen Qingluo sat upright and did not exchange eyes with him.

As far as he knows, Shi Tonghe has been writing for nearly 10 years. Although he has not clearly stated that he has closed his writing, a writer who has been away from his writing state for such a long time will usually pass the golden age of writing and it is difficult for him to return to his peak state.

It is even more difficult to get a writer to pick up his pen again. It is hard for Wang Zixu to imagine. For what reason, Shi Tonghe wrote again?

Or is this just an excuse from Shi Tonghe, who wants to leave the two of them here?

Shi Shuqiu did not wait with them. The two of them sat there for more than an hour.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling window is a bamboo forest. The sun cuts the bamboo shadows into the house, and the bamboo tips sweep from the end of the coffee table to the other end of the coffee table.

Chen Qingluo sat upright, not playing with her cell phone or speaking. Except for the nanny who came to pour black tea for the two of them, she said "Thank you".

Shi Tonghe finally came out of seclusion. He walked slowly down the stairs, holding a coffee cup in one hand, and wearing reading glasses on his face, and his son followed him.

"Sorry, sorry, I've been waiting for you for a long time," Shi Tonghe showed a sincere apology on his face when he saw the two of them. "I know you're coming, but I suddenly had inspiration. I can't write it."

Wang Zixu, who is also a writer, can understand this reason very well, nodded and said it was okay.

Shi Tonghe skipped him, looked at Chen Qingluo, and said sincerely: "It's time for Qingluo's talented woman."

"No delay, I'm delaying your time." Chen Qingluo's tone was plain.

"Shuqiu, come here."

Shi Shuqiu came over and sat down next to his father. Shi Tonghe said, "The dog was originally at school today. I heard that you were coming, so I asked him to come back."

"I'm sorry for delaying my son's study."

"It was the rude son who was rude first, I've talked about him." Shi Tonghe leaned against the sofa and turned to Shi Shuqiu and said, "You don't know this talented Chen Qingluo girl, do you?"

"I know. The author of the genius beauty and rich list, a sensational figure in the country, how could I not know?" Shi Shuqiu said in a depressed manner.

"What's that," said Shi Tonghe, "this talented woman won the Newcomer Award at the age of 17, breaking the record of the youngest newcomer Award winner; her recent works are generally rated as the work that is most promising to win the Mao Prize in the literary world. If she wins the prize, she will probably break the record of the youngest Mao Prize winner.

"Ms. Chen, it is said that your new work was written soon?"

"Well, it took about 10 or 20 days," said Chen Qingluo.

Shi Tonghe turned to look at Shi Shuqiu: "This is talent."

Shi Shuqiu stretched out his hand to Chen Qingluo: "Please give me more advice."

Chen Qingluo did not respond, just said: "I came here this time mainly to talk about you and Wang Zixu."

Shi Tonghe took off his reading glasses and slowly put them on the table: "Well, I know it. Young people nowadays are a little direct, and I'm not used to it."

Wang Zixu silently placed the note he accidentally received today on the coffee table.

Shi Shuqiu just took a look and said, "What is this? A prank? No matter what it is, I will say something first, it has nothing to do with me."
Chapter completed!