MTL - Have You Ever Met Such a Cold Author-Chapter 4 a friend came to pick me up

In the dead of night, Lu Lianguang was lying in the dormitory alone.

Huo Miao was not there. He was going to play the activity copy with the guild in the voice all night. In order not to disturb his roommate Lu Lianguang's rest, he went out to the Internet cafe for the night.

However, Lu Lianguang tonight was destined to live up to his kindness. It was already early in the morning, and Lu Congguang tossed and turned unable to fall asleep. He finally couldn't help but took out his phone again, and I didn't know how many times he opened the album to see the newly saved photo.

This is the ticket information sent to him by Zhu Congsheng to facilitate him to pick up the plane. The first and last name columns were simply covered with mosaics. A slender, clean hand with clear joints was holding the ticket loosely. In the corner of the photo, a small thin wrist was also photographed.

It's very strange that Lu Lianguang has never secretly made up the real image of Bamboo Growing. In his world, Bamboo Growing has never been embodied. Maybe no one in the huge Bamboo Growing fan group can describe even a little bit of his. Physical characteristics.

This person exports thousands of words every day, year after year, without interruption, he has told so many wonderful worlds and depicted so many vivid characters, he has disclosed millions of words to the world, but There was never a word about himself.

Some good people have counted the records of Bamboo Congsheng's interaction with fans collected in the "Have You Ever Seen Such a Cold Author" on the nib forum, plus his personal profile "It's good to read the text". In addition to the text, Zhu Congsheng said a total of 187 words on the public platform, most of which are "thank you", and if you remove the repeated words, there are only 27 left.

These 27 characters were made into "Quotations of Bamboo Growing" by fans, and a mobile phone case was also printed. Lu Lianguang bought one.

The mysterious and taciturn supreme god, his words are turned into capital data, and hangs high on the top of various lists. Lu Lianguang asks himself that he is the closest person to the bamboo bush among the millions of people, but he still can't see it. clear him.

But today at least, he saw the left hand of the Most High God.

The hand in the photo is so young it almost looks like...

like a young man's hand.

Maybe it's just because the bamboos are thinner? Besides, it's not a good idea to look at the hand when it comes to age. There's no difference between being in your forties and your twenties... Lu Lianguang thought randomly, staring at the beautiful hand in the photo involuntarily.

Over the years, Lu Lianguang has completely witnessed the promotion of this author with the pen name Zhu Congsheng. In terms of "jargon" in the circle of online writers, it is the history of soaring. Since the newcomer signed and debuted, the book "Cocoon of the Universe" became a god, and the "Landis" series laid the foundation for the "great god" godhead. Later, the golden age of copyright came, and the nib expanded rapidly. Together with three other authors, Bamboo Congsheng and four others were merged. It is called "the three main gods of the nib" - yes, there are four people in the three main gods, which is common knowledge in the industry. Now, the other three of the former three main gods have retreated from the circle, and the fall has fallen, and only bamboo is standing at the top of the circle. With unrivaled data results, he has achieved his "supreme". God" name.

Zhu Congsheng also accompanied Lu Lianguang, from a junior high school boy who was in the middle of the second year, went through the struggle of high school years, was admitted to the highest institution, and is now close to graduating from university. Lu Lianguang has a cheerful and righteous personality, and has always had many friends. Although Bamboo Bush is just a "netizen", he is the most special existence among his friends. He was born in a scholarly family. One of his parents was a professor and the other was a doctor, both of which were respected professions. Since childhood, he has been excellent in both appearance and ability. He is used to being a leader in reality. Get used to being looked up to as a model.

He never cares why the friends around him are friends with him, whether he wants to take advantage of his parents' career, whether he is attracted by his appearance, or whether he really appreciates him as a person. With a half heart, and everyone laughed and mingled with each other.

Lu Lianguang is naturally proud, and there has never been a person who can make him willingly give his whole heart. His parents were so worried about him dying alone that they were extra tolerant of his sexuality.

Only the bamboo clumps are different. When they met, Zhu Congsheng was the author with a small fan, and he was just one of the fans. Zhu Congsheng didn't know what his family background was or what he looked like, but he was still sincere and patient with him, no matter how time changed, seven Years are like a day. At first, Lu Lianguang was just obsessed with his words, but later, he became convinced by the person behind this ID.

Lu Lianguang had never seen such a person before.

In private, Bamboo Congsheng is restrained and restrained, low-key and humble. No matter how high his own status is, he treats "Kata", his fan, with sincerity as always, and will answer any questions. And Lu Lianguang has always been a person who is smart and aware of current affairs. Bamboo Congsheng doesn't take the initiative to say it, and he never tries to advance the relationship and asks things that shouldn't be asked. It's been seven years, let alone videos and calls, they don't even know each other's first and last names, or how old they are. The real friendship between gentlemen is like water.

And now, he is about to meet Bamboo Congsheng.

Lu Congguang rolled over on the bed and continued to stare at the photo on the phone. Only in this way can he feel a little real. To a certain extent, he has followed in the footsteps of Bamboo Growing all the way to where he is today. For so many years, he has been looking up to the almighty God, and now he is going to meet him.

When Huo Miao came back, it was already the next afternoon. As soon as he entered the door, he was taken aback. In the originally small double bedroom, the space between the two beds was filled with open boxes. Lu Lianguang. , A **** guy who always pays attention to his image, with a messy head of hair that was not combed at first glance, digging his head to look for clothes.

"Are you back?" Lu Lianguang greeted casually when he heard the door open, "Are you asleep?"

"I slept in the Internet cafe for a while this morning, and I'm going to come back to catch up on sleep." Huo Miao stepped over the clothes on the ground and asked in surprise, "Brother, no, stop for a while, what are you looking for, the clothes on the ground? "

Lu Lianguang tried his best to tug at his suitcase, took out a thin coat and gestured to himself, "There is a big event tomorrow, I'm picking clothes—you go to bed, I've picked them out, and I'll pack them up when you get up on the ground."

"Okay, thank you." Huo Miao said, lying on his bed, and asked curiously, "By the way, what's wrong with your hair? Your CP was beaten for writing Wen Ni?"

"My school's Sanshui God knows quite a lot." Lu Lianguang smiled, "Unfortunately not. I just got up, and I haven't been able to brush it yet - I lost sleep last night."

Huo Miao exaggeratedly said: "Wow, what's the big deal, it's made the talented students in our school lose sleep, you're finally going to hold the signing party?"

"What kind of signing party is there?" Lu Lianguang sprayed some water on his hair, trying to brush his messy hair, without resting on his lips, "I'm afraid everyone will fall in love with me when they see me. The face, after all, I want to rely on talent to eat. Although my talent is already very outstanding, it is really not worth mentioning compared to my appearance."

"Hello? 110?" Huo Miao picked up the phone and leaned it against her ear, shouting, "Come on! There is someone here who is pretending to be forceful, and the scene can't be controlled!"

Lu Lianguang gestured to Huo Miao from the air, and Huo Miao fell onto the bed while clutching her chest.

"My big event tomorrow is much more important than the signing." Lu Lianguang announced brightly, "I'm going to meet my idol!"

Huo Miao sat up and said, "Why didn't I know you were still chasing stars. Who is it, Lin Long?"

Lu Lianguang said, "How is that possible? I'm not interested in little girls."

"Yeah, you're crooked. Are there any hot male stars recently?"

Lu Lianguang shook his head and said, "You're so homeless, you can't even tell the name of a male star. My idol is a writer, not a star—forget it, you don't read novels anyway, don't talk about this, tomorrow Shall we go to the city center together in the afternoon? I'm going to buy gifts for idols, and I need a staff member."

"No." Huo Miao said, "Tomorrow is the last day of Yaoling's new dungeon event."

"Yao Ling" is the most popular PC game today. Huo Miao stayed in a comfortable dormitory for two days and did not sleep, and went to the Internet cafe all night to play this game.

Lu Lianguang asked, "Is the game more important or the brothers?"

Huo Miao didn't hesitate for a second, and said ruthlessly, "Games. Besides, don't you have a date tomorrow?"

"What date, I have an appointment and that is also the night."

"Well, it's really not a meeting at night." Huo Miao yawned sleepily, and lay down on the quilt, not forgetting to remind, "Remember to wear a cover, brother."

Lu Lianguang rested his forehead and said, "Forget it, I suddenly don't want to ask you to be my advisor, so let's go to sleep."

After chatting for a while, Huo Miao finally couldn't stand the sleepiness all night, and fell asleep after a while. Lu Lianguang was sitting in front of his desk. He was about to change his graduation thesis, but he was a little uneasy. He always wanted to take out the photos sent by Zhu Congsheng.

As a person with strong self-control and excellent psychological quality, this is a very rare situation for Lu Lianguang. He feels that he has not been so nervous or excited for many years. Back then, the eve of the college entrance examination was more calm than it is now, and when I received the admission letter from the Cangxiu Building of Dongling University, I was not so restless.

For seven years, he has grown from a childish junior high school student to a mature and independent man. No matter in reality or on the Internet, he is a popular man who responds a lot. It seems that he has become an ordinary mortal fan again.

"Supreme God..." Lu Congguang looked at the photo and whispered to himself, "What will it be like?"

A few hours later, in the early morning of the Eastern Continent, Lu Lianguang finally fell asleep, while it was still daylight on the other side of the ocean. At the international airport full of people, Tang Tu was lined up in a long queue, ready to check in. formalities.

"Thank you, don't bother you, I'll just find a place to live." He said politely to the phone.

There are always many Asian faces in the airport. The people standing in front of and behind Tang Tu are all Chinese, but listening to his tone and words, no one would have guessed that the opposite of the phone was his own brother.

"Okay then." Tang Qi knew his eldest brother's temperament well, and didn't force him at all, "Well, in fact, my mother wants you to live at home, but you don't have to worry, I'll push it for you."

Tang Chu thanked him sincerely: "Thank you, sorry for your troubles."

"Brother, you don't have to be so polite to me... By the way, it's 7 o'clock in the afternoon when I land at Dongling Airport, right? I'll be waiting for you at the pick-up hall then? I just got my driver's license last year, so I can drive to pick you up."

"No need, I..." Tang Tu paused, not expecting that one day he would be able to say this, "A friend will come pick me up."

"Do you have a friend?!" Tang Qi was surprised for a while, but he soon realized that he had made a slip of the tongue, and quickly added, "I mean, er, I mean, that would be great. What friend, brother, do I know?"

"You don't know." Tang Tu couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth slightly, and said, "It's a..."

For a time, many beautiful adjectives appeared in his mind. He wanted to say that he was lively and cheerful, always full of enthusiasm, especially sensible and caring, who has been persevering to him for many years, and has given him the most support and encouragement. .

But in the end he just smiled and said, "It's a girl I've known for a long time."