The author and the protagonist are a perfect match!

Probably wanting to cut off Lu Wenzhi's last hope, the editor sent the invitation to the door the next day.

Once opened, the ribbon is purple to shiny, and the sequins and rhinestones are complete.

The aura of local tyrants rushes towards the face, showing dignity and luxury.

A row of flamboyant running script on the above question:

"Dear Mr. Lu, another year has passed, and you must have gained a lot. We sincerely invite you to participate in the 20XX year-end conference of a certain Juwang, and share with you what you have experienced this year."

"..." Lu Wenzhi wondered if he could have any experience in raising bear children and changing from straight to bent.

However, gaining a boyfriend is true.

But is this fucking motivational speaking material?

This is clearly a public coming out!

This is not over yet.

Continue to look down, there is still a paragraph of small words:

"This conference, we will keep pace with the times, cooperate with famous video websites, and adopt the method of live broadcasting. Not only will there be singing and dancing performances, but also famous stars will be present. Therefore, all authors are also invited to attend in formal attire The public demonstrates the excellent spiritual outlook of network literature writers in the new era."

Lu Wenzhi: "..."

Holding the invitation card, he couldn't help shaking.

This is killing me!

A piece of paper floated down, he picked it up, glanced at it, and couldn't help being stunned.

This is a checklist of the annual meeting process, with a list of invitees at the top.

Among them, the name of Noah is impressive.

He stared at the name.Coincidentally, at this moment, with a soft sound, Noah's figure appeared in the room.

As for teleportation, what he has mastered is becoming more and more proficient now, and the coordinate error will never exceed half a meter.

The two had just been together, and after not seeing each other for more than a day, Noah's heart felt like a cat's paw scratching, both itchy and slightly painful.As soon as he saw Lu Wenzhi, he immediately showed a bright smile, striding over to hug him.

When he came to the end, his face was covered with a piece of paper.

Lu Wenzhi said coolly, "Why didn't you tell me?"

The slightly confused young man tore off the paper on his face, glanced at it hastily, and then smiled: "It turned out to be this, and I only got the news not long ago. I wanted to surprise you..."

Lu Wenzhi gave him a pair of big white eyes.

"Surprise? I think it's more like a shock!"

Noah didn't refute, but just leaned over with a cheeky face, regardless of how quickly Lu Wen rolled his eyes to the sky, stretched out his long arms, and hugged him in his arms.

Don't talk nonsense, let's have a kiss before talking.

"Are you... um, a dog!"

Lu Wenzhi felt like a piece of meat and bones, and his face was flushed by his gnawing. Noah saw that he was about to become angry, so he regretted giving up.

But he just stopped talking, and a heavy head was still resting on his shoulders.

Lu Wenzhi sighed, and patted his dog's head: "I thought you were quite serious before, why do you have such a painting style after falling in love?"

Noah chuckled in his ear: "Love makes people stupid, this is a universal truth."

"You are poor. Hey, let me ask you, how are you going to engage in that interactive session?"

The executives of a certain chrysanthemum network probably had a lot of water in their minds this year. Not only did they want to interact with the author and readers, but they also wanted to have an interactive performance between the author and the stars who starred in its film and television.

The euphemistic name is "connection between upstream and downstream", but in Lu Wenzhi's view, it's just too busy to eat and run around.

Let’s not talk about book fans, drama fans and shadow fans, who are inherently stubborn, no matter how well the original adaptation and remake are, there will always be a lot of scolding; just talking about this kind of behavior that insists on letting the author play and sing and dance disco in person , is enough to make him hate it.

Look at the group of eunuchs, when it comes to eating, drinking, and having fun, everyone is a first-class expert, but if they want to talk, sing, dance and perform their talents...

Lu Wenzhi was really afraid that these people who didn't have any B numbers in their hearts would forcefully turn the annual meeting of a listed company into a karaoke scene where ghosts and wolves were howling.

At that time, it is estimated that no matter how famous the star is, they will not be able to save the scene.

Three words, hot eyes.

"Let's just say it first, I definitely won't do dancing," he decided to say hello to Noah first, "I'm not coordinated with my limbs. It's better to ask me to go to the execution ground when I dance on stage. I can't sing either. little bit."

Noah raised the corners of his lips: "Then what do you want to perform? I can do whatever I want."

Lu Wenzhi thought about it, finally broke free from his hand, ran under the bed, and dragged out a guitar.

Noah's expression was a little surprised.Lu Wenzhi proudly said, "Didn't expect that? I still have this skill!"

But soon, he sighed again: "It is true that I haven't played for a long time, and the fingering is unfamiliar."

Holding the guitar, he sat on the bed, tuned the strings, and looked up at Noah maliciously.

Then he played and sang a song "Southern Girl" for him with great emotion.

Oh, no, it should be "The Southern Guy".

Noah: "..."

After playing, Lu Wenzhi, who felt that he was a romantic talent, asked him triumphantly, "How is it?"

Noah thought for a while, and hesitated for a while between telling the truth and bragging.

However, driven by his desire to survive, he finally chose a middle way cautiously.

Noah said tactfully, "Let's not sing on stage."

In this tune, there are basically few tones that are accurate.

"...I didn't ask you this!"

Lu Wenzhi was furious: "I'm asking about your and my guitar skills!"

Noah immediately sat upright, and answered extremely quickly: "Great!"

"Then it's settled," Shun Mao's Lu asked very satisfied, "Just this song. I'll be in charge of playing it, and you'll be in charge of singing it. In order to add a little novelty, you can sing it in Chinese and then in Russian. Sing it once."

Noah: "...Okay. Let's practice first, shall we?"

Lu Wenzhi, who has not yet discovered his sinister intentions: "Okay."

So he held the guitar and played again.

But before he played a few notes, he was interrupted by Noah: "Let me tell you my opinion. Although the pianist does not need to sing, on the stage and in front of the camera, eye contact is definitely necessary, and the expression must be In the end, isn't it?"

Lu Wenzhi nodded foolishly: "Indeed. Then what do you think I should do?"

Noah dragged a stool and sat opposite him.

The knees of the two leaned against each other without leaving a gap.

"Just looking at me is enough." He smiled, "It's better to look more affectionately in your eyes... eh!"

Lu Wenzhi stomped on him with a blank face: "It's too short to make an inch, just practice hard for me!"

Noah complained: "But this is a love song. Although the lyrics are cryptic, every word is full of love, and what I said is not wrong."

"The two gentlemen are so affectionate!" Lu Wenzhi was so numb by this adjective, he couldn't help shaking, "But it's okay to have eye contact on the stage...but there must be a limit!"

"That's right." Noah immediately climbed up the pole.He smiled and said, "Then let's have a try? You play and I sing."

"……it is good."

Lu Wenzhi took a deep breath, threw out the messy thoughts in his head, plucked the strings casually, struck a tune, then sank down and began to play.

After the prelude, the youth's slightly deep voice sounded:

"In a village in the north, there lives a girl from the south;"

"She always likes to wear a flowered skirt and stand by the road..."

As soon as Lu Wen was involved, he forgot the precautions mentioned before.Seeing this, Noah stretched out his hand and gently covered his thigh.

This temperature, which is completely different from his own body temperature, made Lu Wenzhi tremble uncontrollably.

The fingering on his hand was instantly messed up.

However, Noah didn't seem to hear it, and still sang his ballad softly:

"In the sun, she was drying her clothes in the middle of the yard;"

"In the wind of the four seasons, she loosened her hair, comforting time..."

Probably influenced by Noah's calmness, Lu Wenzhi quickly calmed down and picked up the previous tune.

This time, he raised his head and looked at the young man opposite him.

The sun was shining, and the young man was wearing a white shirt, which was simple and clean.

The broken black hair falls on the forehead, but there is always a strand standing upright, but it looks full of youthfulness.

His right hand patted on Lu Wenzhi's leg, beating the beat.

The young man sang brisk songs, and his blue eyes gazed tenderly and intently at his lover who was holding a guitar in front of him.His eyes are full, and he is the only one.

The time is long and the years are quiet.

Lu Wenzhi looked at him, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but slightly raised.

He plucked the strings with his right hand for the last time, and he jokingly said: "I learned two guitars from those people in the group, just to chase after girls. It turned out that there were no southern girls wearing floral dresses at all. Learned for nothing."

Noah laughed softly.

He stretched out his hand, hugged Lu Wenzhi's neck, put it against his forehead, stared at him without blinking, and asked:

"There's no girl in the floral dress, the guy in the white shirt, okay?"

Lu Wenzhi snorted, threw the guitar on the bed, and pushed him back onto the quilt that had just been dried.

For a moment, as if under the warm winter sun, the breath of the sun lingers on the tip of the nose.

Intoxicating.

Whispering between his lips and teeth, he smiled and sighed: "I can't help it, so I'll just make it harder."

The author has something to say: I changed the typesetting method, and I feel that it is not bad?