Have You Ever Met Such a Cold Author

Tang Cu handed a document bag marked "CAR" to Lin Lang, and said, "This is the insurance and tax forms for the car. The car key is here."

Lin Lang took it from him, "I can't use this car anymore. I want to find an empty parking space in my school. Half of the class has passed. But I will drive you around once a week. It hurts not to drive."

"Okay, thank you, trouble you."

"You are really interesting. I lent my house and car to others, and told them'troublesome'." Lin Langdian overturned the pile of things in his hands, "Do you know that, with these, I It's possible to sell the house behind your back."

Tang Cuo thought for a while and said sincerely, "It's okay. I don't care about the money, I know you don't care either."

Lin Lang was choked, this is really rare to him. Given his family background, he really doesn’t care about the money for a house, but Tang Cu...Lin Lang thought about it for a while and realized that he didn’t know what Tang Cu’s source of income was. He lived for nearly two months, except for going out. When purchasing daily necessities, Tang did not come out of the house.

His father Lin Kangsheng and Tang Cuo’s father had business contacts in China. Although the two had known each other for some years, they did not have deep personal relationships. It was far from knowing the roots. Lin Lang really knew Tang Cu within a month. After coming to the United States.

Because he was a minor, Lin Lang had a lot of inconveniences in renting a house after he came to the United States. Tang Cu's younger brother, Tang Qi, walked very close to the Lin family and helped him contact Tang Cu in the same city. In Tang Cu's house, the tenant of the previous period just happened to move out, so Lin Lang moved in with his new acquaintance, an international student who was also looking for a house, and became a tenant of Tang Cu. I met someone I didn’t know very well in a foreign country. Although I got along well and didn't have any conflicts, I just got along for more than a month after all.

Now Tang Cu actually entrusted him with all his belongings, and the return date is uncertain.

"Wait a minute," Lin Lang squinted a pair of phoenix eyes, and asked suspiciously, "You don't want to commit suicide, do you?"

He bluntly said: "I always feel that you have some psychological problems, depression or something-first say yes, if you are ready to die, I will not pick up these things, it is too troublesome to deal with."

Tang Cuping said peacefully: "I don't have depression. It's just going back to China." He thought about it, and he rashly entrusted the house and car to others, but he didn't even make a decent reason. It seemed that it was not quite right, so he Still explained: "My mother...may not be so good."

"Oh? She can't do it anymore? How can't it work? Is it true or fake?" Lin Lang asked with interest, and he took a chair and sat down in a posture listening to gossip.

"It's true this time. I read the scanned copy of the case report sent yesterday." Tang Tu said calmly, "Cancer was discovered too late and has already entered conservative treatment."

"Oh, it's a pity." Lin Lang responded casually, even too lazy to pretend to be a little regretful, "Then what are you doing with a sad face?"

They are from the same domestic city, Dongling. In this mega-city with a population of tens of millions, the upper circle at the top of the pyramid, which controls 90% of the city’s resources, is actually very small. There are only a few families who come and go. The Lin family grew up. Young Master Lin Lang, naturally, has heard a lot of rumors, including, for several years, this old news from Tang Cu’s mother: her eldest son, Tang Cu, took his father. A large sum of money from the company left his parents and young brothers alone, and flew far and wide to the United States to enjoy the blessing.

Tang Cuo’s mother is keen to cry out in public about the deeds of her unfeeling eldest son, accepting the sympathy and indignation of a mother who has worked hard but has not been rewarded. She does not know that she is also a family of noble ladies. She couldn’t know about the teasing and chatting during the afternoon tea party together. Those centuries-old families who received elite education from childhood and graduated from prestigious school women’s private gatherings would never invite someone like her to have only junior high school culture. Of housewives participate.

Lin Lang knew that Tang Cu had a bad relationship with his native family, so he asked. Tang Tuo frowned, organized the language for a while, and slowly said, "There will be a lot of things, and many people will be met. I...I don't like these very much."

Obviously, Lin Lang didn't take this "do not like it" seriously, or he seriously underestimated the extent of this so-called "do not like it." He waved his hand and said rashly: "Then don't go back. You don't know what the country has taught you. I grew up listening to the story of your abandoning your father and your mother. Although I don't know where you are now. Money, but since you seem to be financially independent anyway, can they still tie you back?"

"I want to go back." Tang Tuo said softly but firmly, "she may die at any time."

"So?" Lin Lang shrugged, "So what?"

Tang Cuyao looked towards the east and said word by word: "I must watch her die with my own eyes."

After Tang Chui explained his house and car, when he returned to the room he saw the head that said "No coriander" was beating vigorously. He suddenly felt better after being depressed for two days and opened the chat dialog.

Kataba: Take a look at the bamboo god

Kataba: [photo].jpg [photo].jpg [photo].jpg

Kataba: Takoyaki in front of our school!

Kataba: My roommate and I have been over the wall for two nights and went out to eat this

Kataba: Super delicious! And it keeps driving no matter how late

Kataba: It’s not me. The takoyaki at the entrance of Dongling University is definitely the best in Dongling City!

Katahane: By the way, the bamboo god, you are also Dongling's

Kataba: When will you return home?

Bamboo bushes: the day after tomorrow.

Lu Lianguang froze in front of the computer. In the chat box, there was still a half-sentence "I invite you to eat at our school". He decisively deleted it and replaced it with a series of question marks.

Kataba: What? ? ? ? ?

Bamboo bushes: return home the day after tomorrow.

Kataba: Really? !

Kataba: The weekend after tomorrow! I have no class! Bamboo God, I will pick you up at the airport!

Bamboo bushes: Okay.

Kataba:? ? ? ? ?

Kataba:? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

Tang Cuo looked at the other party in surprise at almost overflowing the screen. Could he be wrong? Is Kataba just kidding?

Also, the airport is far away from the city, and it is in two opposite directions from Dongling University. He knew that Katha was just a student who came to Dongling to go to university. How could it be that he went to such a remote place for someone he had never met before? go with.

What should I do, why did my mind agree as soon as I got hot... Do you want to say it quickly, I'm just kidding?

He was struggling with himself, and the alert tone over there rang again.

Kataba: You agree? ? ? ?

Kataba: Really?

Kataba: I'm going to talk to Take God! ! ! ! !

Kataba: Ah ah ah ah ah ah oh my god

Kataba: When were you on the plane? What time will it arrive?

Tang Cu then heaved a sigh of relief. Watching Kata Yu kept sending him messages to express his ardent expectations, the anxiety in his heart also disappeared.

He turned out the ticket to check the information. He was planning to type, but he suddenly remembered that Kataba once said two days ago, "It's good to show your hands."

When a person's social software has only one frequently used contact person for many years, it is difficult not to remember every word of the other party, and for Tang Cu, Kataba is exactly like her ID, which is as precious as Jiguang Kataba. . Turning on the camera and opening the wheat in a large-scale live broadcast event such as the anniversary celebration is too difficult for Tang Cu, but if it is only watched by Kataba... he turned on the phone camera in a ghostly manner and took the picture directly. The photo with the ticket in his hand was sent to the other party.

Tang Cuo remembered the letter from his mother threatening him to return to China with a terminal illness. This incident has been stuck in his chest. In the eyes of the tenants, he still looks the same quiet. Only he knows it. These two days , His entire mental and psychological state is on the verge of collapse.

At this time, Kataba, his most loyal reader, his only friend, suddenly appeared in his hazy world, like...like light.

Tang Cu knew that his current mentality was not normal, but he couldn't control it. He eagerly hoped that he could satisfy some Katana's wishes, no matter how reluctant he was. Because of Kataba's enthusiastic response, he can clearly perceive that he is also needed.

I am also needed. In a dark room, the pale fluorescence of the computer screen was shining on Tang Tu's face. In the rapidly scrolling chat box, Kata Yu was pleasantly surprised because he showed a wrist in the photo. Tang Tuo slowly stroked his chest with his right hand. , Listening to the proof that he was alive, smiled hard.

In this world, I am also needed. I am not a monster.

I am right, you are wrong... mother.