Have You Ever Met Such a Cold Author

The road was a bit blocked, and when Tang Cu and Lu Lianguang arrived at the venue together, it was already very lively.

The lobby on the first floor of this luxurious restaurant was reserved for the wedding today. Pink and sky blue balloons and bouquets filled the facade, and a huge standing sign at the door reads: "I wish Mr. Zhong Yilun and Miss Yan Tianqing a long time and a good relationship. ."

Today's couple of newcomers are standing by the stand welcoming guests. The man looks elegant and the woman is gentle and smart, and they are a pair of good-matched Bi people. They had just sent in a middle-aged couple, and Yan Tianqing elbows his new husband lightly: "One round, Xiaozhu and the others are here--hey, is that Heguang Tongchen? They look handsome."

Zhong Yilun followed her reminder and saw two young men in suits walking up the steps side by side. The other guests who were around at the same time frequently looked sideways. No wonder Yan Tianqing saw them at a glance. There is no reason for him. The looks and temperament are really outstanding, and when they are lined by expensive suits, they are particularly prominent among the crowd.

Both of them are tall and tall. One is handsome and dazzling, with a gentle smile on his face that is enough to indulge any woman. He tilts his head to talk to people around him, and the other is pure and introverted. His face is indifferent, like a mountain. In the calm lake water, perhaps others will find his look difficult to get close to. Only Lu Lianguang knows that this is because there are too many people and Tang Tu is nervous, so he will keep talking to him and gently comfort him. Tensioned nerves.

"Xiao Zhu!" Yan Tianqing leaned forward to give Tang Cu a hug, but her wedding dress was too big, so she could only hug it with a false meaning, "Thank you for coming to our wedding!"

When the three of them met last time, Tang Cuo was an eighteen-year-old boy. He knocked on the door of their studio alone with his suitcase. The childishness of his delicate face had not yet escaped, but his eyes seemed to be old. Less than the youthful spirit that should be at that age, only a deep silence.

The eighteen-year-old Tang Cu solemnly promised them: "I am leaving and will not come back, but if one day you need help-as long as I can, I will do it."

At that time, Zhong Yilun and Yan Tianqing didn't know how important this promise was to them. They were just worried about Tang Cu’s mental state. Unfortunately, they themselves were just a couple who had just graduated from college and were engaged in creative work on the Internet to discuss life. They asked a college student who went to the United States to study in the United States to help Tang Cuo get the money. The international school that anyone can attend is already at the limit, and there is no way to help any more.

That day, Zhong Yilun and Yan Tianqing insisted on sending him to the airport. At that time, the copyright market was far less popular than it is now. Their two studios just started operating, and they didn’t make much money. They didn’t even have a car. Three people. I squeezed the subway to the airport with two big suitcases. When I got there, everyone was sweating and their clothes were soaked. It was really pitiful and embarrassed to think about it now.

At that time, they didn’t expect that seven years later, Tianqing’s first-round studio was already under the umbrella of the country’s largest game company. The games they built had swept the online game market today. Those who were reluctant to buy a car back then could already easily cover it. Xiaquan Dongling's most luxurious wedding venue.

And Tang Tu has become the only supreme symbol in this emerging professional circle. In his pen, the word is rich, and behind him, thousands of people are sought after.

Yan Tianqing looked at the man in front of him carefully. Seven years later, the twenty-five-year-old Tang Tuo became more mature and restrained, but to her surprise, his eyes were no longer dead and silent, but there was some anger.

After meeting his benefactor many years later, Tang Cuo should have been filled with emotion. Unfortunately, there were too many people around him. He was so nervous that he had no time to think about such things. He recited extremely stiffly: "Congratulations, I wish you a hundred years of harmony. ."

"Thank you, Xiaozhu." Zhong said gently, turning to another guest next to him, "Is this the same as the light?"

Tang Cu nodded and introduced: "This is Katahane, it's me... it's my friend."

For the first time in his life, he was actually introducing his friends to others. Tang Cu has a strange sense of pride, and at the same time a strange and secret desire arose in his heart——he suddenly wanted to tell them how close Lu Lianguang was to him, how good this person is, and such a good person. How much I like him.

At this time, Tang Tu hadn't realized what this kind of impulse called "showing affection" was about. Lu Lianguang had accepted his words freely, and sent blessings to the couple.

Time was limited, and the couple had to receive other guests. After a little greeting, Tang Cu and Lu Lianguang said goodbye to them and walked inside.

The waiter took their invitation, confirmed their identities, and directed them to the table in the middle of the hall. They arrived a bit late, and most of the people were already seated on that table.

When Tang Cu and Lu Lianguang sat down at the positions where the "Bamboo Congsheng" and "Heguang Tongchen" brands were placed, everyone on the table looked over with scorching eyes.

"Guangguang!" The long-haired girl sitting next to him said excitedly, "You are really a man!"

Lu Lianguang couldn't laugh or cry. He didn't need to look at the brand name in front of her. He also knew that this was a female nickname, Yun Juanshu.

Sitting next to Yun Juanshu was a heroic girl with sharp short hair. She also nodded to Lu in tribute, "Hello, we were talking about you just now. It really means that Cao Cao and Cao Cao have arrived-yes, I am Get out of armour."

The several male frequency writers sitting across from them also knew He Guang Tongchen and greeted him warmly, but the writers full of the table were surprised that no one dared to take the initiative to speak to Tang Cu.

Although the entire table is a great god-level figure, the position of the supreme god is above all the great gods, not to mention that after sitting down, he looked at the process card for himself, and looked cold and indifferent, and didn't seem to want to be with others. communicate with.

Lu Lianguang did not rashly drag Tang Cu into this enthusiastic offline mutual recognition. Instead, he waited until everyone on the table had finished the introduction, and after everyone chatted separately, he whispered in Tang Cu’s ear. : "Are you uncomfortable? I'll accompany you out for a walk, and we will come back when we open the table, okay?"

Tang Tu shook his head very slightly: "No."

He has made up his mind to start with small things. Lu Lianguang feels sorry for him, but he doesn't want to let himself escape.

"Okay, then we'll just sit--don't be afraid, I'll be with you."

He soothed a few words softly, Tang Tu relaxed a little, and gave him a light smile: "Yeah."

The legendary bamboo clumps appear real, and it is fake to say that it is not curiosity. The other authors on the table seem to be chatting, but in fact they can't help but pay a little attention to this side.

Everyone saw that the cold-faced and silent bamboo clump let the young man stick to his ear to speak. Not only did he not avoid it, but also occasionally responded. What was even more shocking was that he didn’t know Heguang after a while. What Tong Chen said, Zhu Congsheng smiled faintly.

People who didn't bother to reply a word in a few years, did not give the organizer at all in the live event of hundreds of thousands of people, and those who directly refused to answer the question actually smiled at Heguang Tongchen.

Those who noticed this scene were all whispering to their companions in surprise, Yun Juanshu clung to Qi Xiejia's sleeves, scratching his heart and whispering: "Qi Qi, have you seen it! I'm suffocating!"

Qi Xiejia was not as excited as her, but she was a little surprised to see Zhu Congsheng who ignored no one being so close to Heguang Tongchen, and whispered: "I know they are friends, but I didn't expect the relationship to be so close. it is good."

"Who said no! Who would have thought that Zhushen had this side besides Gao Leng——you said, would he give it if I asked him to sign?"

"Farewell, do you think he looks like he is willing to sign someone?"

Yun Juanshu said unwillingly: "But he spoils Guangguang so much, I am Guangguang's friend, maybe he loves houses and wu?"

"Not necessarily, maybe on the contrary, he heard that you are friends, but he will not like you..."

The two were arguing in a low voice, when someone suddenly shouted from behind them enthusiastically: "Xiao Zhu! You are here, just now they told me that you have arrived."

Everyone at the table raised their heads, and saw that the person here was a plain, fat man in his early thirties. He took his wife and sat beside Zhu Congsheng, where he placed the "Benevolent Invincible" brand name.

It turned out that it was him, and other authors all suddenly realized that the benevolent, one of the "old three gods", was invincible. He once sat on the same level with the bamboo and the Tianqing round. Now, although he has lowered his godhead, he is no longer in the ranks of the male frequency line. Inside, but the past glorious record is indelible. There are rumors in the circle that the old three gods knew each other and had a good relationship. After Tianqing stopped writing books, I am afraid that he is the only author in the online literary circle who has friendship with Zhu Congsheng-except Heguang Tongchen. Anyone in this circle who encounters a bamboo cluster must respectfully call the "Bamboo God", and only one of the three gods of the year is qualified to be so close.

Everyone saw that Zhu Congsheng nodded and responded, "Hello."

The benevolent invincible said kindly: "Hello, hello, I have known each other for so many years, but I have seen a real person-come, recognize, this is your sister-in-law."

"Sister-in-law." Tang Cuo said to his invincible wife.

"Ah, hello, Zhushen, long admiring the name." The wife of Benevolence Invincible said quickly. Before she came, she was told by her husband that the bamboo clump in the group who had never spoken was a bit cold. It was because of past experience and not for whom, so she should not care and be more tolerant. She was already mentally prepared, but she didn't expect the other party to be so gentle, she couldn't help but glared at her husband: This is not a good attitude!

When Tang Qi sent the news to a small group of four of them, Benevolence Invincible had no girlfriend yet, and his wife was not in the group at that time, so naturally he didn't know the past.

Benevolent invincible smiled at Tang Tuo: "How about it, I told you, my wife looks pretty, didn't you lie? After a round of saying that his wife is better-looking than my wife, I will not accept it, Xiaozhu, you say Say……"

The benevolent wife pinched him and said angrily: "I am married, the bride is the most beautiful, do you know how to be polite!"

"Okay, okay, let his wife be the most beautiful day."

Since the four groups of people named "Three Gods have four common sense" changed their names to "the gods and the families of the gods" and the five groups, Zhong Yilun and the benevolent invincible have been arguing in the group about "whose family is the best." Tang Cuo is used to seeing the two ladies amused. As the only single person in the group, this topic naturally has nothing to do with him.

But today... he silently watched for a while to show off his wife's self-satisfied benevolent invincible, and then looked at Lu Lianguang.

Lu Lianguang received his gaze and asked in confusion, "What's the matter?"

"I want to... introduce you to Benevolent Invincible." Tang Tuo eagerly asked in a low voice with a little secret thought, "Can you?"