Have You Ever Met Such a Cold Author

Tang Cu spent two days adjusting the jet lag, and when he saw Lu Liguang again, most of this week had already passed.

The two met smoothly in the central park, sitting side by side on the park bench, drinking two cups of milk tea bought by Tang Cuo and chatting.

"Old Sun called me again yesterday and asked if I could just forward Weibo and say a few words of forgiveness." Lu Lianguang sneered, "He thought it was pretty. You don't know, he was yesterday. I put my heart on the phone and told me that it was the first time that Bamboo Cocoon appeared in the signing, so I felt sorry for him-when I first met with me a few days ago, I told him that I recorded it. He can't say these things so he won't suffer. People talked about it, but he was suffocated. Afterwards, I might decide how to find the bamboo cocoon to vent his anger. I think the bamboo cocoon was probably irritated by him, and the apology that I later supplied you was reluctant. Turned it out, and incurred another scolding, but unfortunately the whitewashed manuscript written by the gunman in front."

Tang Cu nodded: "He also called for me yesterday. I was writing a manuscript, and the phone was muted and didn't receive it."

"The tip of the pen is considered the most benevolent to him." Lu Lianguang said, "But in my opinion, with our side A's temperament, we can not leave it for this purpose... I'm afraid this sign is a buyout."

A buyout agreement, one of the ways of signing online articles, refers to the website buying out the copyright of the work. From then on, the author only receives a fixed manuscript fee according to the number of updated words. In addition, any subscription, rewards, and copyright results obtained by this book will be consistent with The author does not matter.

Since this way of signing a contract will not give the author any more shares, once the work has a good performance, the website can monopolize all the profits, so it is very cost-effective for the website to buy out the work and push resources. Although most buyout works are at a loss, if a buyout book can explode, it is simply a profit.

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

The "Landis" movie project will be announced soon. The purchase of a foreign language script is much more troublesome than an English script. Oti is worried that there is no hot spot for speculation. How can I know that someone rushed to send an infringement incident? You can save a lot of publicity fees.

On a summer afternoon, the sun made people sleepy. The two drank the milk tea in small talk and began to discuss where to go to kill the time.

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

Tang Tuo pondered hard, he hadn't experienced many indoor activities, either reading books or... "Want to go with codewords?" he suggested.

Lu Lianguang choked, looked at Tang Cu, trying to find traces of joking from his face, but Tang Cu was actually serious.

Who would have thought that if he ran out to play, he could still be taken away from the codeword? Lu Lianguang confirmed with difficulty: "...codeword?"

"Ah, isn't it?" Tang Tuo said quickly, "Just forget it if you don't like it..."

He was cautiously accommodating and pierced the road to catch the light. He immediately said without conscience: "No, how could it? I like it, I like it so much."

So Tang Cu was happy again. Writing is a lonely thing. He has been writing alone for so many years and never thought that one day, a like-minded person would accompany him to write.

"Then where are we going?" he asked. Tang Tuo was restrained, even if he was so happy that his eyes were brighter than usual.

This little light in the eyes was caught by Lu Jiguang keenly. He couldn't help smiling. He felt that he hadn't been so happy for a long time. He arranged more diligently: "I didn't bring the computer out, just find an internet cafe. I know that there is a very high-end Internet cafe in the city center, with double rooms."

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

Obviously, of the two of them, Tang Cuo is a local.

Lu Lianguang laughed, "I still know a lot of fun places, we will go together in the future."

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

An hour later, Lu Jianguang faced the blank document on the screen painfully.

He is an author who can compile three hundred and sixty-five reasons not to bring duplicates in a year in order to drag the manuscript. He actually falls to the Internet cafe during entertainment hours to write articles. Love is really blind...

This double private room is worthy of its expensive price, the facilities are very luxurious, the computer configuration and peripherals are not mentioned, even the chairs to sit on are e-sports chairs, compared to playing games in the dormitory is very shabby. Lianguang can understand why Huo Miao ran into the Internet cafe in two days.

And now, Tang Cu is sitting on a chair dedicated to gaming, using a top-of-the-line computer that can smoothly run all major games in the world...codewords.

Anyhow, this expensive keyboard is used up. Lu Lianguang listened to his continuous typing and turned his head to look at Tang Cuo's focused profile.

When he writes, there is only one expression, that is, his face is expressionless. There is no need to look at his screen. Lu Lianguang knows what he is writing—he is killing someone.

In the next few chapters, several important supporting characters will be martyred one after another, tragically falling.

When those slender, beautiful, well-knotted fingers were dropped, the fate of the characters was written in this patchy percussion, but the god who created them and killed them himself was not moved. It's just that their faces are cold, and they write down their deaths leisurely.

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

This was the first time he saw the writing state of the bamboo bush. He seemed to have become a high above, cold and unhuman god. Lu Lianguang was most obsessed with his appearance, and couldn't help but be stunned.

Tang Tu focused on writing, but didn't notice it. The two wrote and read one by one. It was not until Tang Tu finished writing a complete plot and slightly moving his arms that Lu Lianguang was looking at him.

The indifferent mask suddenly shattered, and Tang Cuo touched his face nonchalantly, "Is there something on my face...?"

Lu Lianguang smiled and said, "No."

Soon he couldn't laugh, because Tang Cuo found his blank document and asked in amazement: "Did you not write a word just now? Then what are you doing?"

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

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

"You look good."

Tang Cuo's face turned red, and he said, "Don't...don't look, write quickly."

"No inspiration, I don't want to write." Lu Lianguang 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 shamelessly. Tang Cu has no experience in such a situation, and he doesn't know what to do. After thinking about it, he tentatively said, "I will play with you. Games? They have "Yao Ling" on their computers..."

Lu Lianguang waved his hand and said, "Don't, I'm more used to it, don't affect your rush to update."

"Hurry up to update?" Tang Cuo said blankly, "I have a deposit. I usually deposit the amount for about a week, so there is no need to rush."

The Great God Heguang Tongchen, who didn't know what the archive was, received a crit, swallowed a mouthful of blood, sat upright, holding his hair and conceiving a new chapter.

Tang Tuo couldn't figure it out. He didn't know why he was suddenly stimulated and changed his mind. But just now I mentioned "Yao Ling", but he thought of Tianqing's wedding with them.

"Pianyu...that's..." Tang Tuo whispered, "Tianqing will get married in the first round. They think, um, want to invite you to their wedding."

"Invite me?" Lu Lianguang asked in confusion, turning his face to look at him, "Why would they invite me? I don't know them well."

Tang Tuo got stuck and stammered: "Because, because they asked me to take you there, there were many authors that day... No, it's not because of many authors that I called you, because... you are my friend... "

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

The invitees at the wedding generally have two identities, one is the holder of the invitation, and the other is the spouse and relatives of the holder.

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

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

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

Both of them took out their mobile phones to check, Tang Cu said, "Sorry, it's mine, I'll pick it up."

Lu Lianguang motioned him to let him go, and Tang Cu picked it up. This seemed to be an insignificant call to him, because he listened to the opposite narration calmly, and finally only answered flatly: "Well, I In the city. Okay, I will go now."

Seeing him hang up, Lu Jingguang asked, "Is there something urgent?"

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

Lu Lianguang asked, "Will it be long?"

"No, just go and sign something for my brother."

"Then I will go together."

I don't know if it was an illusion, Lu Lianguang always felt that after he finished saying this, Tang Tuo's expression was strange for a moment, as if he was making a certain determination, and as if he was making a major decision. Before he could come up with the second plan, Tang Cu had already agreed very lightly.

——Lu Lianguang has the right to know what kind of people he is making friends with. Tang Tu lowered his eyelashes, thinking like this. Even if... it's possible that after this, you won't be friends.