Have You Ever Met Such a Cold Author

Lu Lianguang looked at Tang Cu in shock, Tang Cu looked at him blankly, and asked belatedly, "Do you...do not eat raccoons much in China?"

"That's right, we don't eat raccoons." Lu Lianguang said helplessly, "There are not many raccoons in China, unlike Europe and the United States where they are overrun. You haven't been back to China for a few years?"

Tang Cu was slightly taken aback.For many years, he has lived on the other side of the ocean with a mortal body, and in the online world under the pseudonym "Bamboo Congsheng".He closed his eyes, so many years of time whizzed by before his eyes, and all these emotions were just a blink of an eye.

When he opened his eyes again, Tang Cu said softly, "...it's been seven years."

It has been seven years since I left this homeland and that family.

There is nothing in this land worthy of his nostalgia, and no one expects his return.Lin Lang had already told him that thanks to his mother, his reputation in the country couldn't be worse, so he was mentally prepared.

"It's been a long time." Lu Lianguang said with a smile, "Although I'm not from Dongling, it seems wrong to say that, but... you are welcome back to Dongling!"

Tang Cu raised his head suddenly, and saw the young man in front of him with sincere and warm joy in his eyes. He looked at Tang Cu intently, and said sincerely: "It's great that you can come back, Bamboo God, you don't know what I saw How happy I am to see you. I have always been very lucky, but being able to meet you today can be ranked as one of the luckiest things in my life."

Tang Tu opened his mouth slightly in astonishment, his throat was tight and he couldn't speak.

No one had ever said anything like that to him.From childhood to adulthood, his mother said the most: "What evil did I do in my previous life to give birth to a monster like you!"

No one has ever said that being able to meet you is one of the luckiest things in my life.

He clenched his fists tightly, summoned up his courage and said, "It's also my luck to meet you..."

After a long, long time, Lu Lianguang finally understood the meaning of this sentence, and understood what kind of life was behind it.But at this moment, he just thought it was a polite word from the humble god to the fans, and didn't take it too seriously.

"And Yan Ge" is over, this is the last song of this session, and then we will enter an interview session.

Due to the large number of invited authors, the whole party was interspersed with several interview sessions. Several authors were interviewed in each session, but the sequence was not disclosed in advance. It was called "keep the mystery", but the website was afraid that many viewers were just looking at Zhu Congsheng's first interview came. If you don't know the order, diehard fans are afraid of missing Zhu Congsheng, so they can only stay in the live broadcast room and wait, so that the popularity data of the party will be better.

Tang Cu played at this link.

Originally, the pen tip was going to put him in the last interview of the whole party, but it was he himself who asked to go forward.For him, accepting an interview in public is no less than going to the execution ground. Stretching his head is a knife and shrinking his head is also a knife. Naturally, the sooner the better, the sooner the better. If you have to wait for several hours, it is too tortured, so he was arrested. At this time, the author who held the lineup before the end of the party finally decided on the female channel "Harmony with Light".

Now, after the two authors ahead of him have finished interviewing, it will be his turn.Tang Cu glanced stiffly at the number of people online again, and there were tens of thousands more than before.

"Bamboo God, what's the matter?" Lu Lianguang suddenly asked, "Does your stomach hurt?"

Only then did Tang Cu realize that he involuntarily held his throbbing stomach with his hands, and said with restraint: "No, it's all right..."

"Why are you all right? You look bad." Lu Lianguang said anxiously, he leaned over and held Tang Cu's shoulder, "Is it a stomachache?"

"A little bit." Tang Cuo didn't want him to know that he had stress cramps and stomach pains caused by excessive tension, so he covered it up with difficulty: "I didn't eat much on the plane. It's fine..."

Lu Lianguang stood up and said quickly: "On the way here, I saw a pharmacy nearby. I'll go and buy you some stomach medicine for pain relief."

Tang Cusheng was afraid of causing trouble to him, so he hurriedly said, "No need! When the interview is over, I myself..."

"How can I hold on? I'll go over now, so you can take the medicine before the interview."

"It's too late, it's coming soon..."

"In time." Lu Lianguang said decisively, "The two female writers in front of you, Qi Xiejia and Yun Juanshu, these two girls are very good at chatting, and they will definitely overtime. The pharmacy is very close, I... "

"How do you know the order of playing?" Tang Cu asked strangely.

Lu Lianguang's movements paused for a moment, and he put on the coat on the back of the chair again, before he said, "I know other invited authors, someone sent me the order - don't talk about it, you burn it up Shui, I'm going to buy medicine for you. Come right back and wait for me."

He left this sentence, not giving Tang Cu another chance to refuse, and went out vigorously.

There was only one person left in the room, Tang Cu finally bowed slightly unbearably to ease the pain in his stomach.

The quiet space echoed with the voice of the female video writer and host whose pen name is Qi Xiejia, asking and answering.

Tang Cu pressed his cramping and aching stomach, trying to concentrate on listening to the interview, so as to judge when they would end, but his thoughts drifted back involuntarily, and he kept thinking about the words that Pian Yu said: "Knowing other subjects Invite authors."

That's right, it's impossible to read novels only by one person all the time.Although those fan works of Kataba are not published on the tip of the pen, they are still considered to be a very popular author. His Weibo account has many fans, and there must be many great gods who are willing to be friends with him.

A certain corner of Tang Tu's heart was a little bit lost.

He had never thought about this before.On Kataba's Weibo, there will always be only Zhu Congsheng, Zhu Congsheng's works, and the fan circle of Zhu Congsheng's works.When they chatted, they rarely mentioned other authors, which gave him the illusion that this person... only liked him.

Only like him alone.

Think about it too, how is it possible.With such a good personality, no matter in reality or online, he must have many friends. He has such a lot of enthusiasm, and there must be many people who love him, and there must be many people who love him.Not to mention the only person he likes, he is not even the only author the other party likes.

Tang Cu was not only disappointed, but a little depressed.

It's okay, aren't you used to it?He consoled himself.Others have many friends, how could someone put you first, maybe Katayu is just his trumpet...

But the strange, strong negative emotions were not appeased, Tang Cu hadn't figured out why he had such emotions, and there was a knock on the door.

There is only one room card, which needs to be inserted in the room to get electricity, but Lu Lianguang did not take it out.

Tang Cu thought it was the waiter of the hotel knocking on the door, and only when he walked over did he see through the cat's eyes that it was Katyu who had returned.

So fast?He was taken aback, and quickly opened the door.

Lu Lianguang walked in, didn't bother to greet him, handed the bag containing the medicine to Tang Cuo and said, "Has the water boiled? There is a convenience store next door, and I bought a cup by the way—the hotel's cups may not be clean .”

As he spoke, he scalded the newly bought cup with freshly boiled water.He was still panting slightly, apparently he was running just now, which is why he came back so quickly.

Tang Cu couldn't even care about the stomachache, and wanted to stop him at a loss: "Too, it's too much trouble for you, I'll just wash it myself, just sit down and rest for a while..."

"It's okay, I've washed it." Lu Lianguang said, handed him the cup full of water, and glanced at his computer screen again, Qi Xiejia's interview was over, and Yun Juanshu had just entered the stage, "Look, I said in time."

He said, smiling at Tang Cu.He looked dusty and dusty, and the hairstyle that had been meticulously groomed before going out was also a little messy, with a few strands of hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. Tang Tu tightly held the mug that the other party had just bought for him, feeling in his heart Full of swelling, he nodded heavily and said, "Yes."

I don't know whether it was time, hot water or stomach medicine which played an effect. In short, Tang Cui was already much better when the host was talking about the bamboo bushes.

"The author who is going to play next is a heavyweight god supported by the pen tip. He debuted from the pen tip and became a god in the pen tip. The pen tip literature network gave him the best platform to display his talents. This year is his debut. The eighth year, eight years of standing together through thick and thin..."

Lu Lianguang frowned, and muttered, "You can really put gold on your face."

He secretly glanced at the people around him. Tang Cu's face was cold, and he didn't respond to these remarks, so he could only swallow the rest of the words.

"... It seems that everyone has already guessed it! Let's invite the great author, Bamboo Congsheng! Please note that since the format of this interview is that the author typed the answer, it is the same as the previous interviews with written answers. We will Set a frequency limit for speaking on the public screen to ensure that everyone can see the answer of the great god. Field control..."

The speech restriction on the public screen was turned on, and the screen swiping speed was obviously slowed down. Tang Tu opened the document he had prepared in advance.

Yesterday, he got the script for the interview, and he has already communicated with the website, don't ask questions beyond the script during the interview.He thought over and over to write down the answers to the questions in each script, and saved the document so that he can copy and paste every sentence now.

Tang Cu is very repulsed to talk to strangers. Purely working conversations are okay, but social chats are not at all.In order to avoid talking to people, he even told the tenants that he can’t speak English well, and that’s the case for one-on-one chats. If he is asked to talk to more than two people by himself, he may be so nervous that he will completely lose his response.

And now... How many people are there?

Tang Cu couldn't restrain himself, and took another look at the number of people online. The number that was still rising stimulated his nerves. Even though he had prepared all the answers in advance, the anxiety and fear in his heart still piled up to the peak.

Even though the frequency of speeches was limited, there was still a wave of violent screen swiping on the public screen.

"Haha, it seems that everyone is very emotional. To tell you the truth, I am also very emotional." The host said, "Everyone knows that Bamboo God is usually very low-key. It is the website that has supported each other for eight years, and the relationship is extraordinary...Hi Bamboo God, would you like to say hello to everyone?"

In order not to disturb Tang Cu, Lu Lianguang entered the scene with his mobile phone, put on his earphones and sat on the bed next to him. Hearing this sentence, he gave Tang Cu a cheering gesture.

Miraculously, Tang Cu was slightly appeased by his action. He settled down, took a deep breath, and copied the first sentence in the document.

In private houses, in university dormitories, on subways, in taxis, all over the world, tens of thousands of young people are staring at their computers or mobile phone screens with bated breath, waiting to witness history.

After being silent for seven full years, the God standing at the top of this emerging professional circle said, "Hi everyone, I am Bamboo Congsheng."