Have You Ever Met Such a Cold Author

Sitting in the park and eating takoyaki, and having lunch together, the two chatted slowly to the bookstore.

Today they said that they were reading a book made of bamboo, which is really just "reading". Lu Lianguang bought it as early as the first time the entity was released. Although Tang Tu was not in the country, he would be given a few sets to the United States every time by the publisher. Therefore, the two stood on the bookshelf stacked with "Cocoon of the Universe". Before, I talked about the plot for a while, but I didn't mean to buy it.

So it turned into a bookstore, stop and go, and talk about what books and topics I saw. Lu Lianguang soon discovered that when Tang Cuo wandered in the bookstore, he could easily pick up on topics related to books in any field, those famous, remote, popular, and niche. He was able to handle them with ease.

Lu Lianguang is one of the outstanding students majoring in liberal arts in Dongling University. He is confident about his literary preparation and accomplishments, but in front of Tang Cu, for the first time in his life, he felt that the other party completely crushed him. The huge reading volume of the tongue.

What he didn't know at this time was that in Tang Cu's past 25 years of life, he spent very little time communicating with humans, and he spent most of his time talking with words.

These days, Lu Lianguang has always felt that the bamboo-growing in reality is completely different from the online ones. It is slow and shy, and can be called clumsy in some aspects. Although it is very cute in his eyes, it also makes him feel Kind of disconnection. Today, he saw the bamboo clump he had first known and whom most people knew--the author who pioneered the world and splashed ink freely.

He did not say a word, but was enshrined by thousands of people as a god.

Lu Lianguang looked at Tang Tu who was standing next to him, quietly looking down and flipping through the books in his hand, an eager emotion surged in his heart. He is clearly as tall as Tang Cu, but he seems to be looking up at him. Lu Lianguang has been the pride of heaven since he was a child, and he is rarely suppressed in his field of expertise. Even if there is a gap, he has absolute self-confidence. It is only a matter of age accumulation, and he can do it with time.

Only this person is different. Zhu Congsheng is only three years older than him-three years later, will he be able to obtain the status of Zhu Congsheng? Will he be able to write such works one day? Lu Lianguang couldn't be sure, because of this, he became more and more obsessed with bamboo.

The strong will only willingly respect the stronger.

"What's the matter?" His gaze was too hot and focused, and Tang Cuo looked up from the book and asked.

"It's nothing, it's just..." Lu Lianguang smiled, unable to suppress the throbbing in his heart, and said risky, "I just like you more every time I get along with you more."

Like you... The book in Tang Tuo's hand was not steady and almost fell off.

Every day, Tang Cuo sees many people saying like to him in comments, forums, microblogs, and various platforms. The person in front of him has also said it countless times in public and privately, but his mood changes. Hearing what he said, ripples appeared on the calm water surface in his heart.

He knew that Kataba certainly didn't mean that, but he couldn't help but feel happy and his ears were red.

"I...I'll buy this one." Tang Tuo said in a hurry, and dared not look at him with his eyes down. "Let's go... Do you still want to read it?"

Zhu Congsheng is not the high coldness of the Internet, but is not good at responding to such straightforward emotional expressions. Lu Lianguang knew it for a long time. He looked at Tang Cuo's hands and didn't know where to put his hands. I wanted to tease him again, and I was afraid that it would really scare him. Finally, he smiled and touched Mao: "Well, don't look at it, let's go, let's check out."

They went downstairs, and several staff members on the first floor were changing the posters for the book stand that was displayed flat.

The two looked over and saw the banner read: "Sought after by millions of fans," the original work of Lin Long's new play "Book of Swallows".

There is also a full-length billboard of Lin Long's stills with a line printed on it: The Queen of Romance and Guang Tongchen join hands with the new goddess Lin Long, and the TV series of the same name is being filmed.

Lu Lianguang: "..."

He saw the words "The Queen of Romance", the tiger's body was shocked, and when he saw the words "Hand in hand", he could not help but fill up the picture. It was another chill.

"Let's go." He rubbed his arm and said quickly.

Tang Tuo followed his gaze and hesitated. He said: "Wait, I'll buy one."

"What to buy?"

""Book with Yan"." Tang Cuo said.

Lu Lianguang glanced at the billboard again, and said sourly, "Do you like Lin Long?"

Like to buy even the original TV series played by the other party? Lu Lianguang was indignant and had an urge to tell him that Lin Long not only disliked him, but also disliked the cheap gifts he gave.

Unexpectedly, Tang Tu was a little unhappy unexpectedly.

"What does it have to do with actors?" He said, looking at Lu Liguang reproachfully, "I bought books because I like books."

Lu Lianguang was a little dizzy by this unexpected joy. When he queued with Tang Cu to check out, he tentatively said: "You read "Book with Yan"... Isn't it because of Lin Long? Last time we talked, I still I thought you watched it because of the TV series."

"No, I read it after the serial. The author's style..." It's a bit like you. Tang Tuo paused, did not say this sentence, but changed his words: "The style of writing is very delicate and the writing is very moving. Would you like to buy one too?"

Lu Lian faintly rejected the Amway whose wool came from sheep.

He seldom refused Tang Cu's proposal. Tang Cu suddenly realized that Pian Yu probably hadn't seen it before, but because he had seen it, he didn't like He Guang Tongchen.

It is normal for writers with similar writing styles to hate each other since ancient times.

As if confirming his conjecture, Lu Lianguang immediately said: "I have read "The Book of the Swallows" and it was written... it is okay. It is a very successful commercial work. But it is similar to your work. Than... No, there is no way to compare with your work."

Tang Tuo smiled and said, "It's not a type of novel at all. Why do you have to compare it with my work?"

Lu Lianguang was surprised that he had said too smoothly just now, and hurriedly made a haha: "Yes, it’s a different frequency. The main reason is that he is too famous. Even in the mixed male channel forum, you can see that everyone often mentions Heguang Tongchenhe His local fans are sweet and sour."

Hearing the last two words, Tang Tuo shuddered, and silently lowered his head to flip through the book in his hand, trying to reduce his sense of existence.

"Bamboo God, it's almost you." Lu Liguang reminded him.

Tang Cu just noticed that there was only one person in front of the checkout team. The little cashier brother seemed very enthusiastic, scanning the code quickly while chatting with the girl who was checking out.

Wait... chat?

Why do cashiers chat with customers? !

Tang Tuo tightened his body suddenly. Seeing the customer in front of him, the cashier began to talk to the customer enthusiastically... This sudden situation made Tang Tu more and more flustered, his heart felt as if he was pinched. If you make a mistake here, it will be like the last live interview...

He turned around abruptly and stuffed the book and money into Lu's arms.

"Help me, help me knot. Thank you..."

"Ah? Why..." Lu Lianguang looked at him in confusion as he stood outside the team. Before he could finish the question, he had already reached him, so he could only go forward and settle the bill.

As expected, the cashier would have a chat with everyone.

Tang Cu saw Lu Lianguang pick up the words freely, and both of them laughed without a few words--Pian Yu seemed to have a natural understanding of how to get along with people, which always made everyone happy.

Tang Tuo suddenly felt cold all over, and his inferiority complex had never surrounded him so clearly as at this moment.

In contrast, for a person like him, it is no more extravagant and lucky to have friends, and he still dreams of...

Lu Lianguang chased out the bookstore, and Tang Cu was standing at the door waiting for him.

He handed the book and the change back to Tang Cuo and asked, "Do you mind if I ask what's the matter?"

Tang Cuo silently took it, his face pale and he didn't say a word.

"Then you mind." Lu Lianguang answered by himself.

He stroked his own hair, and Tang Tuo found uncomfortably that the other party looked a little irritable.

Slowly coaxing for several hours, today the little animals that have finally gotten close to him suddenly become repellent for some reason, Lu Jianguang is indeed a little frustrated, and I don't know where he has done wrong.

He thought for a while and said: "God Zhu, although we have only met for a week, we have known each other for seven years. I have known you unilaterally a little earlier. To be honest, in the past few years... ...Especially these days, I have always regarded you as a friend."

Tang Cuo's heart sank.

Sure enough, the other party realized that he was strange, so now he is not willing to be friends anymore?

As if he was hit hard, he couldn't hear what the other party said next.

"Although you don't seem to think so." Lu Lianguang smiled helplessly, "You have a lot of things you don't want to say. But if..." If one day you want to find someone to talk about, I will always be here. .

He couldn't finish it because Tang Tuo's eye circles were gradually reddening.

Lu Lianguang was a little panicked, and he asked in astonishment, "...Zhu Shen?"

Tang Tu turned his head and left.

It's too bad. He couldn't help it before the other party uttered the words of breaking the relationship, and the other party saw this useless look again, really...

"Wait, Bamboo God? Bamboo grows thickly! Wait a minute!"

Lu Lianguang grabbed his arm from behind, and ignoring Tang Cuo's struggle, dragged him into a narrow and deserted alley beside the street.