——There is a loudspeaker installed in the corner of the ceiling, and the unknown male voice comes from it.

Although Qing Mo and Northern Lights can be regarded as great gods, they both belong to the type of "accumulation and slow growth", and the real time when they became popular was at the end of last year.

In addition, there were too few authors invited by the Lily group last year, and Fengyue intended to have only three authors in total, so it is impossible for the two of them to have a "place" for them. This is their first time to participate in the author conference. Not familiar with this place.

But according to Qingmo's understanding, the source of the voice should be the host invited by the organizer.After all, the voice was somewhat similar to what she heard in the last live broadcast.

The place where they are now will not be recorded by the camera, but once the door leads to the inner hall, what they do will be recorded until they walk through the red carpet one after another and enter the inner hall. hall.

"Hey, hey, can you hear me..." The male host's voice sounded from the speaker again, with some murmurs, making it uncomfortable to hear.

After some debugging, the host asked again into the microphone, "Can you hear me?"

"I heard it, I heard it." One author smiled, knowing that the host of her speech would not be able to hear her, she couldn't help but respond.

This time, his voice was obviously much clearer than last time, and the noise was almost inaudible if he didn't listen carefully, so he could finally continue talking with confidence.

Yue knew that the live broadcast of the author conference that Jiang Xintian participated in was only two minutes away from now. She had no work to do this morning, but she would be busy from three o'clock in the afternoon until early in the morning.

Originally, her plan was to sleep for a while to catch up on sleep, but because she suddenly remembered that Jiang Xintian would have a live broadcast later, she only slept for a while and woke up again.I took my mobile phone and searched for the address of the live broadcast on Weibo, clicked on it and waited for the live broadcast to start.

She knew that Jiang Xintian was watching Yue Qingyi's live broadcast on weekdays, so let her watch Jiang Xintian's live broadcast today.

The official live broadcast is very punctual, what time it starts is exactly what time it starts, and there is no delay for a minute or a second.Yue sat on the sofa, and on the table beside him was a small cup of steaming coffee, obviously ready to drink while watching.

"Welcome everyone to the annual author conference of 'Time Literature City'. Time flies too fast. Today is the eighth time that our website has held an author conference since the opening of the website. From the first few authors, to this year we The number of signed authors on the website has reached tens of thousands. In the past eight years, I am grateful for your support along the way..."

In the shot, the host stepped on the red carpet and stood next to a huge board. Except for the words "Warmly celebrate the eighth anniversary of the opening of the Time Literature City" printed in black on the middle of the board, the rest of the place is basically It's all blue and white.

When Jiang Xintian stood in front of the board to sign and take a photo, Yue found that the background somewhat matched the clothes she was wearing today.Jiang Xintian stood there, once again becoming the focus of everyone in a long white dress.

Her every frown and smile are specially magnified by the camera, and every close-up of each scene is beautiful and picturesque.

Yue quietly cut a picture, although the quality of this live broadcast is not particularly high-definition, but it inevitably adds some hazy feeling to Jiang Xintian's beauty, as if covered with a layer of tulle, looking at Jiang Xintian through this layer of veil, On the contrary, it makes people feel an urge to find out more.

After all, there were quite a lot of writers at the scene, and each writer could not stay on the red carpet for too long. After taking a few photos, Jiang Xintian continued to move forward to the hall under the instructions of the host.

The camera teacher gave her back a few seconds of footage. Although the time was short, it was enough to freeze her back. Then he took a screenshot and saved it in his album along with the close-up just now.

Yue has never watched the live broadcast, and the first time watching is reserved for Jiang Xintian.

In fact, before Jiang Xintian came out, there were many authors who came out one after another. Yue was not interested in them, so she didn't read them seriously. It was not until the host read the pen name "Jiangshan Youxin", that Yue came back to her senses. Concentrate on Jiang Xintian who is slowly walking towards the host in the camera.

At first, Jiang Xintian was very shy, and he didn't dare to show his breath when he walked all the way to the host.When she stood up and was about to sign, she didn't know where to place her hand that wasn't holding the pen, so she could only hold it tightly and hang down by her side.

Yue saw all this in her eyes, with a faint smile on the corner of her lips, and a pool of spring water in her eyes, the tenderness in her eyes looking towards Jiang Xintian was clearly visible.

After each author of this sentence has finished walking the red carpet, the camera switches from here to the inner hall in an instant.

When Jiang Xintian just walked in from the outside, at first glance he thought he had returned to the scene of the "A Boat Clearing Dreams" celebration party that day.The structure and layout here are almost the same as what she saw in the Xingyue Hotel that day.

But she also understands that this city is called Yuncheng, not Moon City, and this is Roland Building, not Xingyue Hotel.

Whoever sits in the audience has already been arranged, two-thirds are given to the author, and the remaining one-third is arranged for friends from the media.A name plate is pasted behind each seat. There are three channels on their website, and people with the same channel sit in a row.

Jiang Xintian's seat was assigned to the one on the far right, and she didn't know the author on the left, but when she inadvertently looked to the far left of her row, she saw the empty one next to Qing Mo. seat.

——Obviously, the first vacant seat from the left was originally intended for Fengyue.

After darkening his eyes, Jiang Xintian slowly lowered his eyes after withdrawing his gaze, and sighed almost inaudibly.

Obviously, she was supposed to be very close to Fengyue God, but the reality told Jiang Xintian that she was still so far away from him.

When the writers were sitting in the audience, they were actually not visible in the live broadcast, which made Jiang Xintian, who was obviously uncomfortable when being watched by the camera, somewhat relax.

The next process is that the host will invite the authors of each channel to come on stage for interviews. There are a total of forty authors present, but not every author can be interviewed. They mainly interview the top few authors of each channel. interview.

There were [-] people in the Romance group and the Danmei group, but when it came to the last group, the Lily group, there were significantly fewer people, and the stage was much empty.

Ten people, according to the order of the list, are divided into two rows and sit on high stools, with five people in each row.Jiang Xintian sat in the sidemost position in the second row, the farthest away from the host.

After an interview, the number of times Jiang Xintian was cueed can be counted on the fingers, but she doesn't care about this, even if she just sits quietly by herself, listening to other people's interviews, she still smiles lightly, without any other emotions.

This author conference ended soon, Jiang Xintian went out with Qing Mo and Northern Lights.On the way, she saw the two of them chatting and laughing, and there were obviously more topics to talk about. She couldn't get in the conversation, so she just walked by silently, always feeling that she was actually an outsider.

When Jiang Xintian came up in the elevator, the elevator was empty, but at this moment, because everyone dispersed, they all rushed to get off the elevator at this time. Rao, there are six buildings in this building. The elevator, now that Jiang Xintian is in one of them, he feels a bit crowded.

Fortunately, there are not many floors. Once the elevator made a "ding" sound on the first floor, everyone rushed out, and Jiang Xintian, who was squeezed into the innermost place, waited patiently until everyone went out, and then went out. Wearing clear ink, he walked out with the Northern Lights.

But Qingmo and Beiguang walked in front of her, and they didn't seem to want to talk to her until they walked out of the Roland Building and got closer and closer to the bus station.

"Qing Mo... Do we want to ask?"

"Ask, I'm sure we have to ask... When she's gone, we'll have nothing to do, and then we'll ask for her WeChat, perfect."

Jiang Xintian could see Qing Mo and Northern Lights walking in front of her whispering again, but it was impossible for her to know what they were talking about.

"Okay, but I'm a little embarrassed to ask... I always feel very strange..."

"That's okay, I can just ask."

At the end, the girl in the red skirt patted the back of the other petite girl's hand to make her feel relieved, and told her that such a small problem could be solved by herself.

Isn't it just a question, sometimes it's better for people to have a thicker skin.This was the inner activity that Qing Mo thought of at that moment.

Jiang Xintian was continuing to walk forward at a constant speed, and suddenly felt that the pace of the two people in front of him seemed to slow down, and he was able to walk side by side with her two steps.

"Hey, be careful. I'm a little curious about the relationship between you and Fengyue. Why do you two seem to have agreed on the pseudonym in advance?"

"Ah?" Jiang Xintian never thought that Qing Mo would suddenly ask such a question, and was a little surprised for a while, so he didn't answer the other party's question immediately.

"Qing Mo, you mean that the pseudonym Jiang Shan You Xin is somewhat similar to Feng Yue You You?" Jiang Xintian looked at Qing Mo, the surprise in his eyes had completely disappeared, leaving nothing but seriousness.

So Qing Mo was frightened by the extremely serious eyes, and hurriedly explained that he was not the kind of gossip person, and asking such questions was just out of curiosity.

She explained her thoughts to Jiang Xintian, saying that it was because she felt that the two pseudonyms could be put together particularly coherently, which led to the idea that Jiangshan Youxin is Fengyue Youyi's vest name. ,

In fact, Qing Mo didn't need to explain so much at all, Jiang Xintian knew what she meant, after all, she had seen someone commenting on Fengyue's intentions under her article a few days ago.

At that time, she just smiled lightly and didn't pay much attention to it, but she didn't expect that such a question would be raised in front of her by another person not long after.

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