Luo Hao looked around, the small garden had a gravel paved path, and on both sides were carefully arranged grass, forming an organic whole with the flowers in the garden.

"It's still in District 20."

Luo Hao vaguely saw the figure of a commercial building he noticed when he was wandering around the 20th district, which showed that he was still in the 20th district. Judging by the location of the building, the residence he was in should be a little more remote.

Anding District is an area where people dare not cause trouble casually, and it is a very safe place compared to other areas, so there are many people who want to move here after racking their brains, and even if the government has introduced some measures to limit the number of people, the number of people in Anding District is still beyond the limit of what the area can bear.

Therefore, the 20th district, which is one of the stable districts, is also densely populated, and it is said that it is a remote place, but in fact it has a large population, which can be proved by the noisy voices that are faintly transmitted from the surrounding area.

Luo Hao glanced up at the sun in the sky, and the time should be around eleven o'clock at noon.

Suddenly, a middle-aged man walked into the small garden, judging from his movements and clothes, he should be very familiar with the environment here, only to see him skillfully walk through the small garden, enter the room, and finally come to Luo Hao.

"You're awake, did you sleep well last night? If you don't like it, here's the bento I bought, so let's make do with it. The middle-aged man said kindly, and Luo Hao noticed that he was holding a briefcase in one hand, and a white plastic bag in the other, the kind often seen in supermarkets.

This person is likely to be the benefactor who got him here to rest, Luo Hao hurriedly asked respectfully, "Sir, may I ask what kind of place is this?" How did I end up here? ”

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "This is Miss Writer's residence, and Miss Writer suddenly brought you back very late yesterday." And let me buy some things and put you in her room. ”

Luo Hao asked, "Miss Writer?" ”

The middle-aged man showed a restrained smile: "Well, the owner here is a very famous writer in the novel world, and he is a beauty!" ”

"So where is this Miss Writer now? I want to thank her before I go. ”

The middle-aged man smiled: "Miss Writer is working in the next room now, well, the time has not yet come." Can you please wait a minute, she doesn't like being interrupted at work! ”

"I see." Luo Hao nodded.

The two sat down next to them.

"By the way, I forgot to introduce myself. The contemptible person is called Shioya Instant Er, and he is currently the editor of the Shoeisha. The middle-aged man smiled and handed Luo Hao a business card, and then said, "For some reason, I still work part-time as Miss Writer's personal assistant, the kind that doesn't need money." ”

"Some reasons?"

Luo Hao gestured with his gaze to the room where things were placed randomly, and the middle-aged man nodded with a wry smile.

He immediately sighed: "I heard that some editors of publishing houses go to great lengths to get writers to deliver. I thought it was fake news, but I didn't expect it to be true. ”

"There's no way, there's a lot of competition in the publishing industry right now, and it's not okay not to work hard to urge writers. And ......" Speaking of this, the middle-aged man glanced at the door of the room mysteriously and whispered, "Miss Writer is the kind of person who has a very casual style, if it is not for the reminder of me as an editor. She couldn't write a few words in most of the day. ”

Luo Hao understands this, after all, everyone wants to be lazy sometimes!

"What is the response to the book written by Miss Writer, who you call it?" Luo Hao asked a little curiously.

The middle-aged man said without thinking: "It's very popular!" In the current Japanese publishing industry. To be able to publish a few books and sell no small number of them is a remarkable achievement. If she weren't young, she would definitely be a well-known writer in the literary world. ”

Luo Hao replied casually: "Well, that's really amazing!" I guess the editor must have put in a lot of effort. ”

"Is this ......" The middle-aged man showed a trace of embarrassment on his face, and when he saw Luo Hao looking at him curiously, he smiled bitterly. Actually, there's really nothing to do with me. At the beginning, I saw that she was young, and I didn't even read the first manuscript I handed over, so I sent her away. Later, a senior read the manuscript and thought that she was a real ghost, and scolded me, saying that I threw bundles of bills into the toilet. Later I found her. Her talent is really outstanding, and all I have to do is find typos, contact publishing and stuff like that. ”

"That's right." Luo Hao laughed dryly, do strangers need to say this when they meet for the first time? Even if you like to talk to people, it's a bit too self-denial.

"Look at me, patronizing and talking, it's time for Miss Writer to eat. Ah, by the way, aren't you just about to say thank you to Miss Writer? Then please bring the bento inside. The middle-aged man hurriedly got up, picked up the plastic bag he was holding, and handed it to Luo Hao.

Luo Hao thought about it and reached out to catch it.

The middle-aged man asked again: "Miss Writer doesn't have a big appetite, so this is lunch for the two of you." If you can, please talk to Miss Writer, I'm afraid she'll get out of her mind if she's always alone in the studio. ”

Luo Hao subconsciously asked, "Always?" Don't you usually talk to her much? ”

"Well, I'm usually in charge of tidying up the house, or taking care of the garden outside, and talking to Miss Writer is limited to work, and the rest ......" The middle-aged man showed a hint of indescribable expression on his face, as if there was something else hidden.

Luo Hao thought about it and felt that he could understand a little, Miss Writer was a young girl after all, and it would indeed be very inconvenient for him to get along with her as a middle-aged person.

"All in all, I'm going to trouble you this time, you...... Well, look at me, I've been talking for so long, I still don't know your name? It's so confusing. The middle-aged man said with an apologetic smile.

Luo Hao hurriedly replied, "Luo Hao, my name is Luo Hao. ”

"Luo Hao? Luo surname, is it Chinese? It's really rare......" The middle-aged man said something again, and Luo Hao couldn't hear it clearly.

"Alright. Please come with me, and I'll take you to Miss Writer's office. The middle-aged man showed a kind smile, Luo Hao nodded, and left the room under his leadership, walked through several doorways in the corridor, and finally came to a plain doorway.

The middle-aged man kindly reminded: "This is where Miss Writer works, and you have seen her attitude to life, so you must be mentally prepared before entering." ”

“…… Got it. (To be continued.) )