Have You Ever Met Such a Cold Author

In the dead of night, Lu Lianguang was lying alone in the dormitory.

Huo Miao wasn't here, and for the past two days, he and the guild had to turn on the audio to play the event dungeon all night. In order not to disturb his roommate Lu Lianguang's rest, he went out to the Internet cafe for the night.

However, Lu Lianguang tonight is destined to disappoint his good intentions.It was early morning, and Lu Lianguang tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep, and finally couldn't help taking out his phone again, and opened the photo album for an unknown number of times to see the latest saved photo.

This is the ticket information that Zhu Congsheng sent him to facilitate his pick-up.The two columns of first and last names were simply covered with mosaics, and a slender and clean hand with well-defined bones was loosely holding the ticket. In the corner of the photo, a small piece of thin wrist was also photographed.

It is very strange that Lu Lianguang has never secretly imagined the real image of Zhu Congsheng. In his world, Zhu Congsheng has never been concretized. Perhaps no one in Zhu Congsheng's huge fan base can describe even a little bit of his character. physical features.

This person outputs thousands of words every day, year after year, without interruption. He has told so many wonderful worlds, portrayed so many vivid characters, and he has disclosed millions of words to the world. Never a word was about himself.

Those who have good things counted the records of Zhu Congsheng's interaction with fans collected in the nib forum post "Have you ever seen such an aloof author", plus his personal profile "Just read the article", debuted for eight years, except for more In addition to the text, Zhu Congsheng said a total of 180 seven characters on the public platform, more than half of which were "thank you". After removing the repeated words, only 27 remained.

These 27 words were made into "Bamboo Congregation Quotations" by fans, and a mobile phone case was also printed, and Lu Lianguang bought one.

The mysterious and taciturn Supreme God, whose words are turned into capital data, hangs high on the top of all kinds of rankings. Lu Lianguang asks himself that he is the person closest to Zhu Congsheng among the thousands of people, but he still can't see it. know him.

But at least today, he saw the left hand of the Supreme God.

The hand in the photo is so young it almost looks like...

Like a young man's hand.

Maybe it's just because the bamboo is thicker and thinner?Besides, age is such a thing that you can't be sure about your hands. There is no difference between 40 and 20 years old... Lu Lianguang was thinking randomly, staring at the beautiful hand in the photo involuntarily.

Over the years, Lu Lianguang has fully witnessed the promotion path of the author whose pen name is Zhu Congsheng. To use the "jargon" in the circle of Internet writers, it is the history of ascension.From the debut of the newcomer, the book "Cocoon of the Universe" became a god, and the "Landis" series established the "Great God" godhead. Later, the golden age of copyright came, the nib expanded rapidly, and Zhu Congsheng. Together with three other authors, the four were merged. It is called "the three main gods at the tip of the pen"-yes, there are four people among the three main gods, which is common sense in the industry.Up to now, the other three of the former three main gods have retreated from the circle and fallen, leaving only Zhu Congsheng standing at the pinnacle of this circle. God's name.

Zhu Congsheng also accompanied Lu Lianguang, from a junior high school boy who was in the second grade, through the struggling high school years, was admitted to the highest university, and is now close to graduating from university.Lu Lianguang has a cheerful and righteous personality, and has always had many friends. Although Zhu Congsheng is just a "netizen", to him he is the most special existence among friends.He was born in a scholarly family. One of his parents is a professor and the other is a doctor. They are both respected professions. Since he was a child, he has been good enough both in appearance and ability. He is used to being a leader in reality. Get used to being looked up to as a role model.

He never cared why his friends became friends with him, because they wanted to benefit from his parents' career, because they were attracted by his appearance, or because they really appreciated him as a person, he didn't care, he treated them equally, Use half of your heart to smile and mingle with everyone.

Lu Lianguang is proud by nature, and there has never been anyone who can make him willingly give his whole heart.His parents were so worried that he would end up alone that they were extra tolerant of his sexuality.

Only the overgrown bamboo is different.When they met, Zhu Congsheng was an author with a small number of fans, and he was just one of the fans. Zhu Congsheng didn't know his family background or what he looked like, but he was still sincere and patient with him. Every year is like a day.At first, Lu Lianguang was just obsessed with his words, but later, he became convinced by the person behind this ID.

Lu Lianguang had never seen such a person.

In private, Zhu Congsheng is restrained and introverted, low-key and humble. No matter how high his own status is, he treats "Kataba" his fan as always with sincerity and answers every question.And Lu Lianguang has always been a smart person who understands current affairs, and if Zhu Congsheng didn't take the initiative to speak up, he would never try to advance the relationship and ask questions that shouldn't be asked.It's been seven years, let alone video and phone calls, they don't even know each other's last name, their age, and the true friendship between gentlemen is as rare as water.

And now, he was about to meet Zhu Congsheng.

Lu Lianguang turned over on the bed, and continued to stare at the photo on the phone, only in this way could he feel a little real.To some extent, he has followed the footsteps of Zhu Congsheng to this day. The God who has been looking up to and longing for so many years, now, is going to meet him.

It was already the afternoon of the second day when Huo Miao came back. When he entered the door, he was startled—in the small double bedroom, the space between the two beds was completely occupied by open boxes, and Lu Lian Guang, a gay guy who always pays attention to his image, is digging through his clothes with his unkempt hair.

"Are you back?" Hearing the sound of the door opening, Lu Lianguang greeted casually, "Are you asleep?"

"Sleep in the Internet cafe for a while in the morning, and I'm going to come back to catch up on sleep." Huo Miao stepped across the clothes on the floor and asked in surprise, "Brother, no, you stop for a while, what are you looking for, clothes on the floor? "

Lu Lianguang tried his best to sort through his suitcase, and took out a thin coat to gesture to himself, "Tomorrow there is a big event, I'm picking out clothes—you go to sleep, I've picked out, and I'll clean up the floor when you get up."

"Okay, thank you." Huo Miao said, lying on his bed, and asked curiously, "By the way, what's wrong with your hair? The CP who wrote Wenni was beaten?"

"My school's master Sanshui knows quite a lot." Lu Lianguang smiled, "Unfortunately not. I just woke up too, and I haven't bothered to comb—I couldn't sleep last night."

Huo Miao exaggeratedly said: "Wow, what a big event, it has caused insomnia for all the talented students in our school. You are finally going to have a signing party?"

"What kind of signing party?" Lu Lianguang sprayed some water on his hair, trying to comb his messy hair all over the place, without resting his mouth, "I'm afraid that everyone will fall in love with me after seeing me." After all, I want to rely on my talent to make a living. Although my talent is already outstanding, it is nothing compared to my appearance."

"Hello? 110?" Huo Miao picked up the phone and leaned it to his ear, and shouted, "Come on! There is someone here who is acting aggressive, and the scene is out of control!"

Lu Lianguang gestured to Huo Miao to shoot from the air, and Huo Miao fell on the bed clutching his chest in response.

"My big event tomorrow is much more important than the signing." Lu Lianguang announced brightly, "I'm going to meet my idol!"

Huo Miao sat up and said, "Why didn't I know you were still chasing stars. Who is it, Lin Long?"

Lu Lianguang said, "How is it possible? I'm not interested in little girls."

"That's right, you are crooked. Is there any popular male star recently?"

Lu Lianguang shook his head and said, "You're so homeless that you can't even name a male celebrity. My idol is a writer, not a celebrity—forget it, you don't read novels anyway, let's not talk about it, Shall we go to the city center together tomorrow afternoon? I’m going to buy gifts for my idol, so I need an advisor.”

"No." Huo Miao said, "Tomorrow is the last day of Yaoling's new dungeon event."

"Yao Ling" is the most popular client game nowadays. Huo Miao stayed up in the comfortable dormitory for the past two days, and went to the Internet cafe at night to play this game.

Lu Lianguang questioned, "Games are more important than brothers?"

Without hesitation for a second, Huo Miao said ruthlessly, "Game. Besides, don't you have a date tomorrow?"

"What a date, I have a date, and that's the night."

"Well, it's really not a meeting tonight." Huo Miao yawned sleepily, and he didn't forget to remind him when he lay down under the quilt, "Remember to wear a condom, brother."

Lu Lianguang raised his forehead and said, "Forget it, I suddenly don't want to ask you to be my adviser, so let's sleep with you."

After chatting for a while, Huo Miao finally couldn't hold back the sleepiness all night, and fell asleep after a while.Lu Lianguang sat in front of his desk, originally planning to revise his graduation thesis, but he was a little restless, always thinking about taking out the photos that Zhu Congsheng sent.

As a person with strong self-control and excellent psychological quality, this is quite a rare situation for Lu Lianguang. He feels that he has not been so nervous or excited for many years.Back then, the eve of the college entrance examination was calmer than it is now, and when I received the admission letter from Zangxiu Building of Dongling University, I was not so restless.

It has been seven years, and he has grown from a childish junior high school student to a mature and independent man. No matter in reality or on the Internet, he is a man of great popularity, but in front of the bamboo clumps, this silent god, he It seems that he has become an ordinary mortal fan again.

"The Supreme God..." Lu Lianguang looked at the photo and whispered to himself, "What will it be like?"

A few hours later, in the early morning of the Eastern Continent, Lu Lianguang finally fell asleep after tossing and turning, while it was still daytime on the other side of the ocean. In the crowded international airport, Tang Cu was queuing in a long queue, ready to check in for the plane. formalities.

"Thank you, don't bother you, I'll just find a place to live by myself." He said politely into the phone.

There are always many Asian faces in the airport, and the people standing in front of and behind Tang Cu are all Chinese, but judging from his tone of voice, no one would guess that the person on the other side of the phone is his mother's brother.

"Okay then." Tang Qi knew his elder brother's temper well, and didn't force him at all, "Well, actually, mom wants you to live at home more, but you don't have to worry, I pushed for you."

Tang Cu thanked him sincerely: "Thank you, I will trouble you."

"Brother, you don't have to be so polite with me...By the way, it's [-]:[-] p.m. at Dongling Airport, right? I'll wait for you in the pick-up hall then? I just got my driver's license last year, so I can drive to pick you up."

"No need, I..." Tang Cuo paused, never expecting that he would be able to say this one day, "A friend is here to pick me up."

"You have friends?!" Tang Qi was surprised for a moment, but soon he realized that he had made a slip of the tongue, and quickly added, "I mean, uh, I mean, that would be great. What kind of friends, brother, do I know?"

"You don't know." Tang Cu couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly, and said, "It's a..."

For a while, many beautiful adjectives came to his mind. He wanted to say lively and cheerful, always full of enthusiasm, especially sensible and caring, who has been with him for many years, and who has given him the most support and encouragement. .

But in the end he just smiled and said, "It's a girl I've known for a long time."