Have You Ever Met Such a Cold Author

Tang Tu spent two days adjusting the jet lag, and when he saw Lu Jianguang again, most of the week had passed.

The two met smoothly in the central park, sat side by side on a park bench, and chatted while drinking two cups of milk tea bought by Tang Tu.

"Old Sun called me again yesterday, and asked if I could not just repost on Weibo, but also say a few words of forgiveness." Lu Congguang sneered, "He thinks very beautifully. You don't know, he was yesterday. He trusted me on the phone, saying that it was Bamboo Cocoon's first appearance at the signing, so he should have pity on him - when I first came to me a few days ago, I told him that I had recorded, and he didn't want to say these words, so as not to be affected by others He was suffocated, and he was not sure how to find bamboo cocoon to vent his anger afterward. I think Zhu cocoon was probably scolded by him, and the apology who later supplied you was reluctant. Yesterday, it was transferred by me. When I came out, I was scolded again, but unfortunately the whitewashed manuscript written by the gunman in front of me."

Tang Tu nodded: "He also looked for me yesterday. I was writing a manuscript. The phone was muted and I didn't receive it."

"The nib of the pen has done his best to him." Lu Lianguang said, "But in my opinion, with the temperament of our Party A, we can do it for the sake of not giving up... I'm afraid this book is a buyout."

A buyout agreement, one of the ways to sign contracts for online texts, means that the website buys out the copyright of the work. From then on, the author only gets a fixed fee based on the number of updated words. In addition, any subscriptions, rewards, and copyright results obtained by this book will be the same as that of the book. The author does not matter.

Since this method of signing the contract will not give the author any share, once the work is successful, the website can monopolize all the profits, so it is very cost-effective for the website to push resources for the buyout work. Although most of the buyout works are sold at a loss, if there is a buyout book that can be a big hit, it is simply a profit.

Tang Tu looked at the pedestrians in the park, and said lightly: "I hope not, otherwise... they will be in big trouble."

The "Landis" movie project will be announced soon. Buying a foreign language script is a lot more troublesome than an English script. Otti is worried that there is no hot spot to hype, who knows that someone is rushing to send an infringement incident. You can save a lot of publicity costs.

On a summer afternoon, the sun shone drowsily, and the two drank up their milk tea while chatting, and began to discuss where to spend the time.

Lu Lianguang said, "It's too hot... think of an indoor activity."

Tang Zuo thought hard, he has experienced not many indoor activities, either reading or... "Want to code together?" He suggested.

Lu Lianguang choked, looked at Tang Tu, and tried to find traces of jokes on his face, but Tang Tu was serious.

Who would have thought that after he ran out to play, he could still be caught and code words? Lu Congguang confirmed with difficulty: "...Code word?"

"Ah, isn't it good?" Tang Tu said quickly, "If you don't like it, forget it..."

Lu Lianguang was stabbed by his cautiously accommodating appearance, and he immediately said with his conscience, "No, how could it be? I like it, I like it too much."

Tang Tu was so happy again. Writing is a matter of loneliness. He has been writing alone for so many years, and he has never thought that one day, there will be a like-minded person who will accompany him to write.

"Where are we going then?" he asked. Tang Tu's emotions were restrained, even if his heart was bubbling with joy, it just showed that his eyes were a little brighter than usual.

The light in his eyes was keenly caught by Lu Lianguang, he couldn't help but smile, feeling that he hadn't been so happy for a long time, and arranged more diligently: "I didn't bring my computer out, I'll find an Internet cafe. I know that there is a very high-end Internet cafe in the city center, with private rooms for two people."

Tang Tu nodded vigorously and said admiringly, "You know a lot."

It was obvious that among the two of them, Tang Tu was a local.

Lu Lianguang laughed, "I also know a lot of fun places, let's go together in the future."

He was immersed in the worship of Tang Tu, and he was a little drunk, completely forgetting that he had dug a big hole for himself.

An hour later, Lu Jinguang faced the blank document on the screen in pain.

He is an author who can make up 365 reasons a year for procrastination, but he has been reduced to writing articles in Internet cafes during entertainment time. Love is really blind...

This double private room is very worthy of its expensive price, the facilities are very luxurious, not to mention the computer configuration and peripherals, even the chairs are gaming chairs, in comparison, playing games in the dormitory looks very shabby. Lianguang understood why Huo Miao ran to the Internet cafe every three days.

And now, Tang Tu is sitting in a chair dedicated to e-sports, using a top-equipped computer that can run all the big games in the world smoothly... Codewords.

After all, this expensive keyboard is making the most of it. Lu Lianguang listened to his continuous typing, and turned his head to look at Tang Tu's focused profile.

When he was writing, there was only one expression, that is, his face was expressionless. He didn't need to look at his screen. Lu Lianguang knew what he was writing—he was killing people.

In the next few chapters, several important supporting characters will be martyred and tragic.

When those slender and beautiful fingers with well-defined joints fell, the fate of the characters was written in this random knocking sound, but the **** who created them and killed them personally did not move at all. They just wrote their deaths indifferently and calmly.

For a writer like Lu Jianguang, who is full of emotion and has a strong ability to empathize, this is almost unbelievable. He is easily immersed in the plot, whether it is watching or writing, he often needs to do something else deliberately after the end, forcing himself to "play".

This was the first time he saw Bamboo Congsheng's writing state. He seemed to be a high-ranking, ruthless and inhuman **** again. Lu Lianguang was most obsessed with his appearance, and he couldn't help being stunned.

Tang Tu focused on writing, but didn't even notice it. The two wrote one by one and read the other. Only when Tang Tu finished writing a complete plot and moved his arms slightly, did he realize that Lu Lianguang was looking at him.

The indifferent mask suddenly shattered to the ground, and Tang Tu touched his face calmly, "Is there anything... on my face?"

Lu Lianguang smiled and said, "No."

Soon he couldn't laugh anymore, because Tang Tu found his blank document and said in surprise, "Did you not write a word just now? Then what are you doing?"

Lu Lianguang coughed and said confidently, "Look at you."

Tang Tu laughed: "What do you see me doing?"

"You look good."

Tang Tu's face flushed slightly, and he said, "Don't... don't look at it, hurry up and write."

"I don't have inspiration, I don't want to write." Lu Congguang pushed the mouse and said, lying on the table.

He is usually very reliable, but occasionally, he also has the side of a big boy. Tang Tu has no experience in this kind of situation. He doesn't know what to do. Games? They have Yaoling on their computer..."

Lu Lianguang waved his hand and said, "No, I'm more used to it, so don't disturb you to update quickly."

"In a hurry for the update?" Tang Tu said blankly, "I have the manuscript. I usually save about a week's amount, so there is no need to rush."

I don't know what the manuscript was, and the great **** Heguang Tongchen was severely hit, swallowed a mouthful of blood, sat upright and started grabbing his hair to conceive a new chapter.

Tang Tu was at a loss, wondering why he was suddenly stimulated and changed his mind. But when he mentioned "Yao Ling" just now, he thought of Tianqing round and their wedding.

"Fiat Yu...that's..." Tang Tu whispered, "Tianqing is going to get married in the first round, and they thought, um, wanted to invite you to their wedding."

"Invite me?" Lu Lianguang wondered, turning to look at him, "How could they invite me, I'm not very familiar with them."

Tang Zuo got stuck and stammered: "Because, because, they asked me to take you there. There were many writers that day... No, it wasn't because there were many writers that they called you, it was because... you were my friend..."

Lu Lianguang suddenly felt blessed and said clearly: "They didn't invite me alone, but I went with you?"

There are generally two identities of invitees at weddings, one is the person who holds the invitation card, and the other is the spouse and relatives who hold the invitation card.

Tang Tu nodded as naturally as possible, trying not to remind himself of the word "family" on the invitation.

"Okay, yes." Lu Jianguang readily agreed, "Speaking of this, I just happen to have something I want to tell you..."

He was about to speak about the graduation ceremony when the phone rang suddenly.

Both of them took out their mobile phones to check, Tang Tu said: "Sorry, it's mine, I'll take it."

Lu Lianguang motioned for him to take care of himself, and Tang Tu picked it up. It seemed to be a phone call that didn't matter to him, because he listened to the other side's story with a calm expression, and finally replied plainly: "Well, I In the city. Okay, I'll go over now."

Seeing that he hung up the phone, Lu Congguang asked, "Is there something urgent?"

"I have to go." Tang Tu said, and then looked a little embarrassed. He originally agreed with Lu Lianguang to go to the izakaya together at night...

Lu Congguang asked, "Will it be a long time?"

"No, just to sign something for my brother."

"Then let me go together."

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Lu Lianguang always felt that after he said this, Tang Tu's expression was strange for a moment, as if he was making some kind of determination, and he seemed to be making some kind of important decision. Before he could say the second plan, Tang Tu had already agreed very lightly.

—Lu Lianguang has the right to know what kind of person he is making friends with. Tang Tu lowered his eyelashes and thought so. Even...it's possible that after this, we won't be able to be friends.