Have You Ever Met Such a Cold Author

Tang Tu couldn't say a word, he didn't want to lie to others that he was unwell, and he didn't want to expose his character flaws in front of Kata Yu.

He was so bad, and Kataha was so good.

Kataha is so good, and how can he be so bad.

There was silence in the room.

"It's okay, if you don't want to say it, then we won't say it." Lu Lianguang calmly broke the silence and reached out to take the gift bag that Tang Tu had placed beside the computer.

"Look, the bracelet I bought for you. When I saw your hand in the photo that day, I thought that such a beautiful wrist should be matched with something."

In this half-kneeling position, he opened the box on the other's lap. It is a very textured men's bracelet, made of metal, silver-plated with broad sides.

"Come on, stretch out your hand." Lu Lianguang said, he stretched out a hand to Tang Tu, palm up as an invitation.

Tang Tu obediently put his left hand on it.

The cold and hard bracelet was placed on his hand, and Lu Lianguang's strong hand grabbed his fingers and slowly helped him push the bracelet in.

Tang Tuo stared blankly at the man in front of him, half-kneeling and bowing his head in concentration.

He remembered that this person just now was so focused on the computer, facing the hundreds of thousands of people behind the screen, and protecting him behind him.

He's always been alone and no one has ever treated him so well.

Tang Tu felt that the firmly held fingertips were getting hot.

"Okay." Lu Congguang said softly. He didn't let go, but held Tang Tu's hand and raised it to show the other party the effect of wearing it.

"Do you like it?" he asked, raising his head.

Under the warm light of the hotel, the broad, angular and wide sides reflected cold metal light, encircling the skinny wrist with distinct joints, revealing an unattainable arrogance.

Lu Lianguang was fascinated by the sight so close at hand, and for a few seconds, he didn't even know where he was.

Tang Tu couldn't tell the bracelet's attention. Through that metal halo, he looked straight into Jin Lu's dark eyes.

"Like it," he said.

Lu Lianguang woke up from the brief dizziness and returned to his senses.

"That's great. I knew you could handle this kind of calm style." He said and stood up, because he knelt for a long time and the blood flow was poor, causing his legs to numb, and his feet stumbled, he subconsciously helped him. A trolley case on the side.

The bag from the duty-free shop slid from the box, and the small, slender box inside rolled out.

"Sorry." Lu Lianguang said, and was about to bend over to pick it up, when Tang Tu hurriedly picked up the small box before him and stuffed it back into the bag of the duty-free shop.

But those few seconds were enough for Lu Jianguang to see clearly—it was a lipstick.

The mood he had just inflated like a balloon was like being pricked by a tiny needle and slowly began to leak.

"Girlfriend?" Lu Lianguang asked.

Tang Tu held the bag in his arms with both hands, for fear that he wanted to open it and take a closer look, and replied nervously, "No."

It's enough to stop here, and it will be offensive to ask further questions. Lu Lianguang thought so, but it was very rare. He couldn't control himself and continued to ask: "Well, you said you were single. Is that a girl you like?"

Favorite girl?

For seven years, he has always regarded Katao as his most precious friend and reader, and he has absolutely no thoughts in that regard. When he bought it, he didn't "like" Katana, but he was indeed going to give it to a "girl", but now, Katana is no longer a girl... Tang Tu was a little dizzy around him, and stumblingly replied: "Also...also Not counting…”

Although he said the words of denial, his face couldn't help but dizzy suspiciously red.

Bang - The balloon in Lu Lianguang's heart blew lightly, and he slowly regained his composure.

Straight guy. He thought, and there was a girl chasing.

"Are you feeling better now?"

Tang Tu nodded again and again and whispered, "Thank you for buying me medicine...and a cup."

"You'll be fine."

Lu Lianguang said softly, he raised his wrist to look at the time, and Tang Tu suddenly noticed that he was wearing a fashionable brand watch. Students from family background will wear it. The color of the dial of this watch is similar to the color of his upper body clothes today, which means that this is the result of deliberate selection and matching, which means that he does not have more than one watch.

Tang Tu was a little surprised. Lu Lianguang is so easy to get along with, he feels like a gentle, warm, kind-hearted little brother next door. He has been so approachable on the Internet over the years, and he can get along with anyone. He has never had any "big" airs. It seems to be an ordinary college student who spends every day reading Weibo and reading novels.

But as far as the watch is concerned, Leopard's economic conditions are actually quite superior, and he is not in the same class as most of his peers.

Tang Tu doesn't have the habit of wearing watches himself, but today, in order to see Katyu, he bought this cheap clothes one day in advance, in case the other party recognizes the prices of those brand clothes and creates a sense of distance from him - now it seems that he really It's overthinking. Kataha is either from a wealthy family, or... he is very profitable.

Lu Lianguang looked at the time and said, "Bamboo God, I have to go back to school. I have class tomorrow morning."

Tang Tu quickly stood up and said, "I'll take you downstairs..."

"No." Lu Lianguang said firmly, "You must be very tired. You haven't rested since you got off the plane. Go to bed early. Don't worry, I'm familiar with the route from the airport to the school. My home is far away. When I come to Dongling, I always come by plane.”

Tang Tu could only send him out of the room door. Looking at Lu Lianguang's empty hands, he always felt that he was extremely rude. Lu Lianguang stood outside the door and said goodbye to him. Tang Tu said cautiously: "Be careful on the road. Today, thank you today. You, sorry for causing you a lot of trouble..."

"No trouble, really." Lu Lianguang smiled, "but if you really want to thank me... give me a chance to invite you to dinner. Are you still in China next weekend?"

Tang Tu said: "Yes."

"Then can I make an appointment for your next weekend? If you want, we can go to the bookstore. The bookstore in the city center has your physical book."

"I know, you took it for me to see."

Lu Congguang confirmed seriously: "Then we have a deal? Next weekend?"

Tang Tu nodded.

"That's great! Let's discuss the specifics later." Lu Lianguang said, raising his cell phone towards Tang Cui, signaling them to chat online again, and then he left satisfied.

Tang Tu returned to the room, he was really tired, but he didn't want to sleep yet. Katyu looked so happy when he was leaving, as if it was a big happy event that Tang Tu could agree to go out with him, and even Tang Tu's depression got better.

He was in a daze while holding the new mug that Kata Yu bought for him. For a while, he thought about the bangs on his forehead that Kata Yu bought medicine for him just now. For a while, he wondered if he had so many emergencies today, would he give it to others? Left a very bad impression.

Fortunately there is another time! Next weekend, there must be no more situation, we have to prepare well...

Tang Tu's thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.

Could it be that Kataha forgot to take something and came back? He opened the door suspiciously, but this time it was not Katana, but a hotel waiter pushing a luxury dining cart.

Tang Tu was really hungry and was about to go down to buy something to eat. He thought the waiter had sent him to the wrong room and said to him, "I didn't order."

"Hello sir, a gentleman just ordered this for you, and the fee has already been settled." The waiter said, respectfully motioning him to look at the message card on the side of the plate, "He also left a message for you."

Tang Tu picked it up, and saw the beautiful handwriting on the message card, which was flowing like water, and wrote: "Bamboo God: Eat something before going to sleep. Your stomach is not feeling well, I told them to replace the freezing point with stomach-warming soup. "

The signature at the bottom left only one strong word: Road.

It's strange that they only met once, but Tang Tu first understood what tacit understanding was. When he saw the beginning of the label, his first reaction was, what if the waiter happened to read the novel? Obviously, Katao also took into account that he has always been low-key, and did not leave the screen name "Katao" that can make people confirm that "Bamboo God" is Bamboo Growing, but left another signature.

Male, handsome, financially superior, with good handwriting, probably surnamed Lu.

I learned a little bit more about Kataha today. Tang Tu silently remembered this new information, just like he silently remembered every word Katyu said to him for seven years.

He cherished the thoughtful message card and nodded to the waiter, "Come on."

Lu Lianguang was sitting in the last carriage of the subway with one earphone on. He looked down at the phone quietly, and a few strands of hair fell from his forehead, which added a bit of unruliness to his handsome face with deep eyebrows on this deserted late-night subway.

Sitting across from him were two girls who looked like students, one of them bit his ear secretly with the other, reminding his best friend to look at the handsome guy sitting opposite.

"Handsome guy, wait and see." Another girl whispered, "You pay attention, my goddess is about to appear! I knew she would be the last to appear."

They got together intimately, and the two shared a pair of headphones. On the screen of the mobile phone, it was the live broadcast of the 10th anniversary of the Bi Jian Literature Network.

"...I regret to inform you that due to some emergencies, our God Heguang Tongchen has no way to open the microphone. He can only participate in the interaction through text, so it is still the old rule, and we will adjust the public screen speech limit..."

"Ah, I still want to hear the voice of the goddess," the girl said regretfully to her companion.

They didn't know that the young man sitting across from them, whom they had secretly discussed a few minutes ago, was typing a line.

"Hello everyone, I'm with the light."