Have You Ever Met Such a Cold Author

Lu Lianguang looked at Tang Cuo in shock, Tang Cuo stared at him blankly, and then asked with afterthought, "Domestic...do not eat raccoons?"

"Yeah, we don't eat raccoons." Lu Lianguang said helplessly, "There are not many raccoons in China, unlike Europe and the United States, which are flooded. Haven't you returned to China in a few years?"

Tang Tuo was slightly taken aback. For many years, he used a mortal body to live on the other side of the ocean, and live in the online world under the pen name of "bamboo clumping". Year after year, he lived a fixed life, and he didn't even count how long it lasted. He closed his eyes, so many years of time passed by his eyes, and all these touching emotions were just a blink of an eye.

When he opened his eyes again, Tang Tuo whispered: "...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 is looking forward to his return. Lin Lang had already told him that thanks to his mother, his reputation in the country was so bad that he could not get worse, so he was psychologically prepared.

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

Tang Tuo suddenly raised his head and saw that the young man in front of him was full of sincere and enthusiastic joy. He looked at Tang Tuo intently, and said sincerely, "It's great that you can come back, God of Bamboo, you don't know what I see. How happy you are. I’ve been lucky as a person, but seeing you today is one of the luckiest things in my life."

Tang Cuo opened his mouth slightly in amazement, his throat tightened and he could not speak.

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

No one has said that meeting you is one of the luckiest things in my life.

He clenched his fist, and plucked up the courage to say: "Seeing you... is also my luck."

It was a long, long time before Lu Lianguang finally understood the meaning of this sentence and what kind of life was behind it. But at this moment, he only thought it was a courteous word from the humble god to the fans, and he didn't take it much to his heart.

"Song with Yan" is over. This is the last song of this session, and an interview session will be entered shortly afterwards.

Because of the large number of invited authors, the whole party was interspersed with several interview sessions. In each session, several authors were interviewed, but the order was not disclosed in advance. The nickname "keep a sense of mystery" is actually because the website is afraid that many viewers are just looking at Zhu Congsheng’s first interview came. If you don’t know the order, diehard fans can only stay in the live broadcast room for fear of missing Zhu Congsheng, so that the popularity data of the party will be better.

Tang cluster played at this stage.

Originally, the tip of the pen was going to put him in the last interview of the entire evening, and it was his own request. For him, accepting interviews in public is no less than going to the execution ground. Stretching out his head is a stab at the same time. Naturally, the sooner he takes it, the better. If he has to wait for a few hours, it would be too torture, so he was raptured. At this time, the author who pressed the line before the end of the party finally decided the female channel He Guang Tongchen.

Now, when the two authors ahead of him are interviewed, it is his turn. Tang Tuo glanced stiffly at the number of online users, tens of thousands more than before.

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

Tang Cuo realized that he was involuntarily pressing his aching stomach with his hands, and he forbeared: "No, nothing..."

"Why are you okay? Your complexion looks bad." Lu said anxiously. He leaned over and held Tang Cuo's shoulder, "Is it a stomachache?"

"A little bit." Tang Tu didn't want him to know that he was suffering from stress cramps and stomachache caused by over-tension, and said with difficulty: "On the plane... I didn't eat much. It's okay..."

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

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

"How can I just hold on? I'm past now, you can take the medicine before the interview anyhow."

"If it's too late, it's almost..."

"It's too late." Lu Lianguang said flatly, "The two female frequency writers ahead of you, Qi Xiejia and Yun Juanshu, these two girls are especially good at chatting, and they will definitely overtime. The drugstore is very close, I... "

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

Lu Lianguang's movements stopped for a while, he put on the coat on the back of the chair again, and then said, "I know other invited authors, and someone has sent me the order-don't talk about it, you are getting hot. Water, I'll buy you medicine. Come back soon and wait for me."

He left these words, not giving Tang Cu a chance to refuse again, and went out swiftly.

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

The quiet space echoed the voice of the author and host of the female vocalist whose pen name is Qi Xiejia.

Tang Tu pressed his stomach with spasm and pain, and tried to concentrate on listening to the interview, so as to judge when they would end, but his thoughts could not help but float back to just now, and he kept thinking about the words Katahane said in his mind: "Know other people. Invite the author."

That's right, it's impossible to read a novel with just one person. Although Kataba's fan works are not published on the tip of the pen, they are considered to be an author with considerable popularity. His Weibo account has many fans, and there must be many great gods willing to be friends with him.

A corner in Tang Cu's heart was a little bit lost.

He had never thought about this before. Katahane's Weibo will always only have a fan circle of bamboo-clustered, bamboo-clustered works, and bamboo-clustered works. When they chatted, they rarely mentioned other authors, which gave him the illusion that this person... only likes him.

I only like him alone.

Think about it, how is it possible. With such a good personality, whether in reality or on the Internet, there must be groups of friends. He has such a lot of enthusiasm. There must be many people who love him, and there are many people who love him. Not to mention the only person he likes, he is not even the only author he likes.

Tang Tuo was not just lost, he was a little depressed.

It’s okay, isn’t it used to it? He comforted himself. Others have many friends, how could someone put you first, Kataba might just be his trumpet...

But that was strange, the strong negative emotions weren't soothed anymore. Tang Tuo hadn't figured out how he had such emotions, and the door was knocked.

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

Tang Cuo thought it was the hotel waiter knocking on the door, and he walked over to see through the cat's eyes that it was Kataba who was back.

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

Lu Lianguang walked in, ignoring the greeting, and handed the bag with the medicine to Tang Cuo. "Is the water boiled? There is a convenience store next to it. I also bought a cup by the way—the hotel cup may not be clean. ."

As he said, he scalded the cup he had just bought with freshly boiled water. He was still breathing slightly, obviously he was running away just now, so he could come back so quickly.

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

"It's okay, it's done." Lu Lianguang said, handing him the cup full of water, and glanced at his computer screen. The interview with Qi Shijiao was over. Yun Juanshu just came on stage, "Look, I said it was too late."

He said, smiling at Tang Tuo. He looked like a dusty servant, and the hairstyle he had obviously carefully managed before going out was a bit messy. A few strands of hair stuck to his sweaty forehead. Tang Tuo tightly held the mug that the other party had just bought him. Full of swelling, he nodded and said: "Yeah."

I don’t know if it’s time, hot water or stomach medicine. In short, when the host was talking about the hot topic, Tang Cuo was much better.

"The author who is going to play below is a heavyweight god built up by the nib. He made his debut from the nib and became a god at the nib. The nib literature network gave him the best platform to display his talents. He made his debut this year. In the eighth year, eight years in the same boat..."

Lu Lianguang frowned, and muttered, "I can really put gold on my face."

He glanced at the people next to him secretly, Tang Cuo's expression was cold, and he had no reaction to these remarks, and he could only swallow the rest.

"...It seems that everyone has guessed it! Let us invite the author of the great god, Zhu Congsheng! Please note that since this interview is in the form of the author's typing answer, it is the same as the previous interviews with text answers, we will Set a limit on the frequency of public screen speeches to ensure that everyone can see the answer from the great god. Field control..."

The speech restriction on the public screen was turned on, and the screen refreshing speed was significantly slower. Tang Tu opened the pre-prepared document.

Yesterday, he got the interview book and has communicated well with the website. Don't ask questions beyond the book during the interview. He pondered over and over to write down the answers to each question in the notebook and saved the document so that he could now copy and paste sentence by sentence.

Tang Tu is very reluctant to talk to strangers. Purely work conversations are okay, but social chats are not good at all. In order to avoid talking to people, he even told the tenants that he could not speak English well. One-on-one chats were still the case. If he was asked to speak to more than two people alone, he might be so nervous that he lost his reaction completely.

And now... how many people are there?

Tang Cu couldn't restrain himself, and took another look at the number of online users. The rising number stimulated his nerves. Even if all the answers were prepared in advance, the anxiety and fear in his heart still accumulated to the climax.

Even if the frequency of speaking was restricted, there was still a wave of fierce scrolling on the public screen.

"Haha, it seems that everyone is very emotional. To tell the truth, my emotions are also very emotional." The host said, "Everyone knows that Bamboo God is very low-key. It’s the website that he has been supporting each other for eight years, and the love is extraordinary... Hello Bamboo God, would you like to say hello to everyone?"

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

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

In homes, college dormitories, subways, taxis, all over the world, hundreds of thousands of young people stare at their computers or mobile phone screens, waiting to witness history.

After seven full years of silence, the god who is now standing at the top of this emerging professional circle said: "Hello everyone, I am a bamboo bush."