Have You Ever Met Such a Cold Author

"Yes." Lu Lianguang said softly. He saw that Tang Tu was hesitating, as if he didn't know what to do, he took the initiative: "I'll help you start, okay?"

Benevolent Invincible is writing a routine to upgrade Ma Shuangwen-the new male protagonist who opened after marriage does not accept the harem, and for this he received a wave of scolding-but it is still far from the circle where Lu Lianguang is. The pole can't be hit. He doesn't care if he knows the benevolent invincible, but since Tang Cuo said he wants, he will satisfy his wish.

"Great God," Lu Lianguang leaned forward to speak to the Benevolent Invincible, "Hello."

He deliberately buckled the famous brand in front of him. Benevolent Invincible didn't see his name, and he hesitated after replying "Hello". Tang Cu seized the opportunity and said in due course, "This is Katha, it's me. friend."

Benevolent Invincible suddenly realized: "Oh, I was still wondering how a star came to the author's table, so you are Kataba!"

Listening to him complimenting Lu's convergent appearance, a small flower quietly bloomed in a hidden corner of Tang Tuo's heart. He still seemed to have no expression, but no one knew that the small flower in his heart was shaking his head.

"My wife is chasing your articles every day at home, she doesn't read my articles!" Renzhe Wudi laughed, Lu Lianguang joked with him a few words, the two have known each other, and the emcee is already talking on the other side. , They stopped talking.

The bride and groom were led to the stage by the golden boy and jade girl. The wedding process went to the end. While everyone was looking up on the stage, Lu Liguang stuck to Tang Cuo’s ear and whispered, “God of bamboo, what were you happy about just now? ?"

Tang Tuo was startled, and for an instant there was a kind of shame that his mind was seen through. The little flower suddenly turned into a mimosa and shrank.

But there is no reason! He said nothing and did nothing.

"……How did you know?"

"It can be seen in your eyes." Lu Liguang said softly, and the warm air flow stroked Tang Tuo's sensitive ears as he spoke, and his ear tips instantly turned red.

Lu Lianguang has been paying attention to him. He said to him, "I'll be with you, don't be afraid". It is not a vague comfort, but is really paying attention to his state all the time, so detailed that there is something in his eyes. The emotional changes are all clear... Tang Tuo is still very ashamed, but his heart that has been hanging high seems to be suddenly supported by something gentle and powerful.

Ten years later, this is the first time he really feels a little safe in the crowd.

Lu Lianguang said, "So, what is it so happy?"

"No... I won't tell you!" Tang Tuo whispered in shame, "Stop talking, listen carefully!"

Lu Lianguang smiled and let him go for a while.

"...Tonight's first lottery session! Our boss, Dragon Wish Company's You Hongzhiyou, although he did not show up today due to busy work, he specially sponsored this round of prizes to celebrate the two Get married, let’s not say much, let’s draw the third prize first, ten top-matching game books..."

When the master of ceremonies was on the stage to draw the lottery, Zhong Yilun and Yan Tianqing had already changed a set of dresses, and started walking around to toast during the dinner. The wedding banquet has entered the stage of eating, and the hall is also a lot of lively.

The men opened up their chatterbox. The Invincible Benevolent has exchanged surnames with Lu Lianguang, and they are considered to be brothers. He said, "Xiaolu, there are not many low-key young people like you now! Some people have grown up. Normally, the face is forcibly shown every day, but the video of the real person is taken and posted on the Internet, which is not the same as the photo, hahahaha, the face is swollen!"

The invincible voice of the benevolent was so loud that the author sitting nearby heard it. The circle is so big in total, and you will know what happened within a few days. For example, now everyone knows that he was talking about the problem that Bamboo Cocoon was broadcast live on the spot by an anchor on the show two days ago.

"Is that video of Bamboo Cocoon? I watched it. It went crazy on Weibo and Qi Qi was also on the camera!" Yunjuanshu said gleefully, "Before I said Qi Qi was too miserable and was arranged to work with Zhu Cocoon. Let’s sit down and show up together. Now I am so envious. If only I was the one who signed with him, I could laugh and faint on the spot! Hey, Qi Qi, tell us what was going on at that time?"

"The anchor raised his hand and came over and asked Zhu Yuco whether he could ask him a few questions. Many people in the live broadcast room looked forward to it. Zhu Yu thought he was a fan, so he agreed with one mouthful." Qi Shijia smiled contemptuously. "As a result, the host opened his mouth and asked why the bamboo clumps were so hot, why the first copy of the character name of the bamboo god, copying the routine of the famous masterpiece of the invincible god of benevolence, and the second copy of the setting and plot of the bamboo god, and Why do you want to spread rumors to frame He Guang Tongchen... A series of direct questions about Bamboo Cocoon. Later, you may have watched a video. A few grumpy old men came, and the bamboo cocoon team just pointed at him and cursed. Several girls in my line are fans of He Guang Tongchen. They scolded when they heard it. The scene almost got out of control. Later, the pen-tip staff called the security guards."

A well-informed author sitting on the other side of the table also said, “Didn’t Bamboo Cocoon not go there the next day? He said on Weibo that he was sick, but the news broke in the forum that the organizer directly looked for the pen tip at the end of the first day. , Said that for the sake of order and safety, he refused to re-enter the guest and laughed at me."

"Really? It alarmed the organizer to personally issue a red card to prohibit entry, is it so strong."

"The gossip I heard said that the organizer is a fan of Bamboo God..."

"This person doesn't look very good, and his writing isn't very good, but he has a set of things to make things happen."

"How can there be such uselessness as you said, you will know after watching the video-other people's photo editing skills are also unique!"

Everyone, you say and I say, are people who deal with words all day long. They complain about each other and lose one by one. Suddenly some people suddenly say: "No matter how bad the word of mouth is, no matter how bad the character is, what will happen? The money is true. The data of his new book is even higher than mine, and it will be on the shelves in a few days. According to the accepted standard in the forum...As long as the subscription ratio is not bad enough to be outrageous, I am afraid it can directly rise to the gods. In this way, it’s fine to look at it, who cares about the grievances between your authors."

Everyone at the table was silent, and some people sighed and said: "The traffic has been large in the past few years, and I can see the names of my colleagues on TV at every turn, but the atmosphere in the station is also unprecedented, and there is no strength at all..."

Now the atmosphere is even more sluggish, Yun Juanshu pointedly said: "The strength of style? How many plagiarisms have been sold in the past few years? I don't know if the male frequency is. Anyway, the female frequency is really the same as the station just opened seven or eight years ago. The standard check of plagiarism in those two years, in the past few years, I have not said that I have made tens of millions of dollars. Do you ask our website to cost tens of millions of real money or literati? Let them choose the same answer a thousand times."

Another female audio writer sitting next to her shook her glass and said, "Is the Hongye Literature City about to open? Ye Ziming is so rich, Hongye's treatment..."

"Xiaotao!" Lu Liguang suddenly said, "You are drunk."

It was not halfway through the banquet, and the wine hadn’t been drunk much. No one could be drunk. The female author was reminded of this, and suddenly reacted to what occasion she said such a thing. She gratefully glanced at Lu to catch the light and beat Haha said: "I'm a little drunk, I just said casually, haha, nothing else is important, mainly because I am curious about President Ye——"

Several girls got together and chatted with Ye Ziming, Dongling's youngest president. There was a sudden uproar, and it turned out that it was their turn to toast by the newlyweds.

The men all changed into liquor. Zhong Yi-round led Yan Tianqing to give a speech together. He could see that he had already drunk a lot. There were too many people invited today, but the wine was not intoxicating. Both of them seemed to be in good spirits. Look like.

The wedding wine is not intoxicating. This effect is only useful for newcomers, and has little effect on others. Tang Tuo took a sip of white wine, and his face turned pale.

He had hardly drunk white wine before, in order to give face to the newcomer, he suddenly took such a bite, let alone the spicy taste, and even his stomach was a little bit painful.

The newcomers have toasted the wine, and the table is also let go. The authors who can get to know the great gods of the Tianqing round are not young children. The wine table culture is not handy, at least they understand the worldliness, and it will take a while. Two male frequency writers got up and offered a toast to the benevolent couple.

After three rounds of wine, with a slight drunkenness, someone finally toasted Tang Cuo with a glass of white wine.

"God of Bamboo," the author said with his tongue out, "you have been so miserable lately, you have been entangled by some mentally retarded stuff, hey, I watched all that came out and made me disturbed."

Everyone was paying attention to the first person to toast Zhu Congsheng, and Tang Cuo looked at the author who was on the same list with him expressionlessly. When he was nervous, his thoughts would easily diverge and he could not concentrate. He thought in confusion that he was actually not very miserable recently, and something more important than that happened.

The author was still comforting him: "But it doesn't matter, many unjust actions will kill him! He won't be rewarded, it's not that the time has not come!"

In fact, the time is almost here. Tang Cu thought silently, but he still didn't say anything.

"Come on, God of Bamboo, I’ll toast you a drink! Respect to our Supreme God!" The author was very good at coming, and was a little drunk, and was able to go down with impassioned expression on Tang Cu’s indifferent face, "God of Bamboo, this If I change someone else, I have to persuade him to do it, just what you wrote, I will take it! I did it, you are free!"

Tang Tuo frowned insignificantly, but if he asked him to open his mouth to say something evasive, he would rather drink until his stomach bleeds.

The author on the opposite side had already raised his head and drank a small cup of white wine. When that sentence was said, Tang Tuo drank a lot of face. He picked up his 80% full wine glass and was about to grit his teeth and dry his mouthful. The cup was robbed halfway.

"Great God, I'm really sorry, Zhu Shen has a thin face and can't say it. In fact, his stomach is not good-the last live broadcast was temporarily interrupted because of stomach pain." Lu Lianguang held the cup and stood up to it. The author confessed, "He can't actually drink this strong wine. Just took a sip, which is already the limit. I drank this glass of wine for him."

Everyone at the table is quiet, and no one can react yet. Lu Lianguang has already raised his head and finished the glass of wine. He is the youngest man on this table. He drank a glass of strong wine without even frowning. He immediately filled himself with his expression freely: "The God of Bamboo likes your writing very much. You have done it, and he must have done it too—according to the rules, I will drink three cups for him."

After he finished speaking, he drank two more full glasses of wine in succession. It was not a waste of time. He toasted three glasses so readily, the author smiled, and he and Lu Lianguang praised him and blew it for a while. The new book is gone.

One person started, and everyone moved their minds. Soon, the authors of the male frequency lined up to respect their top author, and even the female frequency author had red wine to respect.

Lu Lianguang didn't refuse to refuse and just accept everything, and did what he said, unambiguously, and gave the whole table a lot of face for Tang Cu.