What should I do if I am critically ill at the beginning and divorced by my little diva?

Stepping into it, Xiao Han looked around and saw that the small courtyard had rockeries, flowing water, strange rocks and potted plants, and it was a leisurely scene.

Hearing the sounds outside, Tang Zhihe stroked his long beard and stood at the door with a smile, looking at Xiao Han and the others.

"Mr. Tang, how dare I ask you to wait outside the door? You will offend me."

Jogging along, Xiao Han stepped forward to greet him.

"You kid, I've invited you so many times, but you're finally willing to come. Do you think I'm an old man who's not sentimental?"

As he spoke, Tang Zhihe laughed.

Patting Xiao Han on the shoulder, he was overjoyed.

The more I watch, the more satisfied I become. This is the kind of talent the literary world needs!

"You are always joking, how dare you? I have been recording programs recently and have never had the chance to come to Kyoto. No, I came to see you as soon as I arrived in Kyoto."

It was obvious that Mr. Tang was joking, so Xiao Han replied with a smile.

"Hello, Mr. Tang, I haven't seen you for a while, but you are still in such good health."

After Xiao Han and Tang Zhi exchanged greetings, Lin Qingluo smiled and stepped forward to greet them.

"Why are you here, girl? Is your father okay?"

Tang Zhihe looked surprised when he saw Lin Qingluo emerging from behind Xiao Han.

"He is in good health. He just got a calligraphy painting some time ago, and he said he would like to see you for appreciation when he has time."

"I came with Xiaohan this time, and now I'm his girlfriend."

As he spoke, Lin Qingluo generously took Xiao Han's arm with a smile on his face.

Hearing this, Tang Zhihe was slightly startled. He didn't pay attention to online entertainment on weekdays, so he really didn't know anything about the two of them.

He looked at the handsome man and beautiful woman in front of him and nodded secretly in his heart. They were truly a match made in heaven.

"You have good vision and you started early enough. The old directors in the courtyard asked me to make peace with their granddaughter, but I didn't expect that you, the girl, got there first."

Tang Zhihe raised his finger and pointed at Lin Qingluo, who looked proud, as if you had made a lot of money.

"Xiao Xiao is a rare talent. You have found a treasure. Don't bully others in the future."

Knowing the energy behind Lin Qingluo, Tang Zhihe vaguely reminded that he was afraid that Xiao Han would suffer.

"You always keep your heart in your belly, he is my treasure, how can I bear to bully him. Xiaohan, you think so~"

Lin Qingluo raised his head and glanced at Xiao Han pretending to be threatening. He tightened his arms and put his other hand on his waist.

"That's not possible. Sister Qingluo never told me that our relationship is very good."

Feeling the small hands moving around his waist, Xiao Han's whole body tensed up and he quickly cheered.

Tang Zhihe could see all the little moves between the two, and a smile flashed in the corner of his eyes.

It seemed that the relationship between this young couple was really good, and he seemed to have seen what he looked like when he was young.

Alas~it’s great to be young!

"I said, Old Tang, we are still waiting to meet young talents. It would be better for you to stand at the door and refuse to let anyone in."

The three old men walked out of the house with impatient faces and pushed Tang Zhihe aside.

"You must be Xiao Han. You are indeed a talented person. Come on, come in quickly."

They pushed Tang Zhihe aside and happily pulled Xiao Han into the house.

"You guys, don't scare the children."

Tang Zhihe stepped forward and pulled several people away, dumbfounded.

"Don't worry, don't worry, let me introduce you first. This is the Xiao Han you have always wanted to meet, the author of those novels. Xiao Han, these are the old people in the courtyard, Lao Dong, Lao He, and Lao Huang."

Tang Zhihe pulled Xiao Han in front of him and introduced him one by one, caring as much as his own nephew.

"Hello, Mr. Dong, Mr. He, and Mr. Huang. I have read your articles since I was a child. I never expected to see you in person."

Xiao Han looked at the familiar faces of the three people and already recognized a few of them. They were big guys in the literary circle.

When the three elders appeared in front of the camera, they were quickly recognized by netizens and were immediately in awe.

"Wow~ I'm not dazzled, are you? It's Mr. Dong and the others. Watching a live broadcast, you can actually see Taishan Beidou in the literary world. How lucky you are~"

"I have indeed been reading these articles since I was a child. I didn't expect to be able to see them up close by following Xiao Han. It's really eye-opening~"

"I can only say that Xiao Han is awesome. Is he at this level now? Can he chat and laugh with the big guys now?"

"The calmness upstairs shows you that you know nothing about Xiao Han's status in the literary world. He is a rising star this year and is already regarded as one of the leaders of the future."

"Excuse me, I'm at a loss for words and can only shout bullshit~"

"..."

While netizens were amazed, they were still exchanging pleasantries.

"That's all old history, not worth mentioning. You young people are still great. When we were your age, we couldn't write such an article."

"Stop flattering yourself, as if you can write it now."

Just as Dong Lao finished speaking, Huang Lao made trouble from the side.

"Just like you can write it, you should write it~"

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel, Tang Zhihe quickly stepped forward to make peace.

"Stop, stop, stop, you are still like a child at this age, letting young people see the joke. There are still cameras over there."

When these three were young, they refused to obey anyone, and they became even worse when they got older.

Xiao Han and Lin Qingluo watched with interest, but they didn't expect the big guys to be like this in private.

Upon hearing that there was a camera, the three elders immediately became serious and resumed their masterly demeanor.

Unexpectedly, the scene just now was broadcast live through the camera, and netizens were already happy.

"I thought the big guys were all serious about words, but I didn't expect them to be like this."

"I like them more and more, they are so cute~"

"The way they tear each other down is just like me and my brothers. We have such a good relationship."

"Literature can lead to elegance; vulgarity can also be associated with fireworks. Maybe this is the charm of a master."

"..."

Seeing the serious expressions of Lao Dong and the others, Tang Zhihe shook his head and laughed.

"Stop standing around, come and sit down quickly. Xiao Han, if you have any new works recently, bring them out for us to open our eyes."

After inviting everyone to sit down, Tang Zhihe turned to Xiao Han.

Immersed in the good show just now, Xiao Han's smile suddenly froze when he heard this question.

"Um, Mr. Tang, I really haven't had any works recently. I've been busy writing songs and participating in variety shows since I went back, and I haven't had any inspiration, so I haven't been able to write."

Facing Tang Zhi and their scorching eyes, Xiao Han felt a little guilty and spoke more and more quietly.

Several elderly people were a little disappointed when they heard that there were no new works.

"You still need to write more and practice articles, but you can't put them down just because of that."

There was a hint of hatred in Mr. Dong's tone. In his opinion, apart from literature, other singing, variety shows, etc. were all heretical and could not reach the level of elegance.

"I think it's better for you to concentrate on writing, but you can't waste your talent. Old Tang, you can't move Xiao Han to the courtyard. It's quiet here and is more suitable for writing."

Speaking, Mr. Dong looked at Tang Zhihe.

Tang Zhihe knew his nature. He only had literature in his heart and had no other bad thoughts.

"Xiao Han, don't get me wrong. Old Dong has no other intentions. He just wants you to produce more works."

Looking at Xiao Han who looked a little reluctant next to him, Tang Zhihe quickly explained.

"No, no, Mr. Dong also has good intentions. But at present, my main business is still in literature and art. I will write slowly when I have free time."

Xiao Han also understood at this moment that these were old people obsessed with literature and were not targeting him.

"By the way, when it comes to new works, I don't really have any. But I do have some old works. If you don't mind, I will show them to show my shame."

Thinking of "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" in his backpack, Xiao Han's heart moved.