Weibo teaser

The author has something to say: Long live the little black house! [don't make trouble

Finally confessed!

Although……………………

hum.

Su Xian was pushed to the front row by his author, and there was a lot of greetings and coping all the way. The author didn't know whether it was a big name or pretending to be a big name, so he dragged the unknown editor to the front row with a blank expression.Su Xian was at a loss what to do, he just felt like he was sitting on pins and needles.Lu Jiangcheng adjusted his clothes indifferently, and patted the opponent's thigh seemingly unintentionally:

"Why are you nervous? Sit down."

The little editor who originally had an expression of "seeing death as home" instantly exploded all hairs, gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "You, hold, hand, let go, okay." There were already many people seated around No matter what, Su Xian didn't dare to face the other party in public, and he also lost face.

Lu Jiangcheng shrugged and changed his posture to put his arms around each other's shoulders.

Su Xian tried his best to change his posture. After fidgeting and changing his movements several times, he couldn't get out of the opponent's "claw". Finally, he had to give up, and Lu Jiangcheng assumed a posture that no one could enter the world of two people.

Probably because the people were almost here, I saw Meng Jiji, the webmaster of Wenxue.com (Su Xian has not figured out the name of the big boss until now) also dressed in formal clothes and went on stage, stood by the microphone and coughed twice The voice is completely full of the style of a spokesperson.Then he took out a piece of A4 paper from his pocket, took a breath, and read it without any new ideas.

All the leaders in the world wrote their opening scripts in roughly the same way, so the people in the audience could only listen to the countless bullets in their hearts and clap their hands at the right time, interspersed with camera flashes.

Su Xian yawned, couldn't help but lowered his head, took out his phone and clicked on the Weibo client.Lu Jiangcheng glanced down, laughed, and purposely whispered in order to match the other party's small movements: "Hey, your immediate boss is talking there."

"Shh! If it wasn't for you tossing some vest, I wouldn't need to worry so much." Su Xian replied, the movement of tapping the screen with his hand was still dexterous and smooth.

"Then you read Weibo, and I'll help you watch the wind." Lu Jiangcheng responded kindly.

After more than half a year, Su Xian has already developed a strong immunity to the hundreds of @reminders and comment reminders in the client news, so he simply skipped the reminders and read the other party's two Weibo content first.It seems that the master had already estimated the time when he went out, and the most recent Weibo on the homepage was simply a self-picked vest.

One stroke ten years v: First of all, I wish the annual meeting of Kiki Literature Network all the best.Then there is the vest issue that everyone is most concerned about recently.I have roughly read everyone's guesses, and I have to regret to say that very few people guessed right.Well, guess I'm Gu Yan, congratulations for guessing right, you can go to the post to find a lot of people to claim the prize. [Stealing music][Stealing music] Anyway, thank you for your support all the time.In the future, I will work hard with @苏仙贵 to give you more good articles.

2:16, February X, forwarded by Pipi Time Machine (XXXX)|Favorites|Comments (XXXX)

It’s really a simple and rude way of picking up hatred for some people who guessed right. Su Xian broke into a cold sweat, shook his hand and tapped on the owner’s large vest (?), and only saw that ID and already forwarded it very efficiently. this one.

Gu Yanv: Let’s turn this over here as well, and apologize to the readers who have complained that I haven’t had a new book in the past year. If you are interested, you can pay attention to my online articles.Thank you all, and I wish you all a happy new year.Thank you also @苏仙佩 for supporting me over the past six months.

Underneath is a repost of stunned or elated comments, drowning out the few voices who complained about self-defense and childishness.

Su Xian silently thought to himself why there is no one black to complain sharply about split personality. This one is talkative and black-bellied, and the other is cold-faced and less talkative.Also, what do you all circle me at once!I'm afraid your big readers won't accompany you to brush "together" together!

Of course, Su Xian never dared to write these words as a retweet, he could only continue to feel helpless countless times, and poked a line in the retweet column in a regular manner.

But before he had time to click the send button, Lu Jiangcheng suddenly reached out and pressed the glowing screen, and lowered his voice to remind the editor who was startled by the sudden action: "Look up, prepare to applaud."

Su Xian was startled, and quickly adjusted his sitting posture. As expected, the station master on the stage was already reading the ending, thank you for this, thank you for that, thank you for your readers, thank you for your food, parents, thank you for your perseverance, etc., etc., and finally bowed, and there was loud applause from the audience constantly.Su Xian clapped his hands, and then checked the phone screen among the crowd who got up and spread to every corner of the banquet.

The Weibo that showed the successful sending turned into this.

Su Xianxian v: Thank you for your hard work.In the future, I will show you more [wink][wink][love you][love you]

"..."

It must be too late to delete it now. Do you want to add a word saying that what I want to type is a work but I haven’t finished it. The expression is that the touch screen is too sensitive. I made a mistake. Forget it. Look at the rhythm of the almanac!

The editor urges his chest deep in his heart.It is completely impossible to look directly at the message reminder that has been renovating the number.

By the time he plucked up the courage to check it out, a group of readers had already accepted the horror of stripping the vest and started playing cloze.

@你说喵喵 I said Wang: Stupid human beings, there are obviously more children (I’m a storyteller, positive color) //@拍大脸-Nian Susheng: No, no, the right side is wrong, there are obviously more□ □. [Serious face//@热头-年苏一生推进：More love? //@呀嘿嘿的XX君: More bliss?

"..." Which of you will fill in the word work to comfort me! !

@古言: Well, I know you are talking about more works.Thanks. [Love you]

"…………"

Su Xian raised his head stiffly, and the author, who was holding his hand and preparing to stand up, shook the phone in the other hand:

"Stop playing, go get something to eat."

"Oh."

The banquet has gone forever on the noble and glamorous road, and has entered the buffet, and the readers who were lucky enough to get the tickets are mixed in the crowd.From time to time, there was an exclamation, "Excuse me, are you the author of such and such? I am your brainless fan, can you sign me!" There was even "Mr. I got my wish." He handed over a red envelope that was very thick by visual inspection.

Su Xian didn't pay attention, and his own author was also surrounded by people. "My lord, I was your fan before ten years ago." "Woo, I never thought that Gu Yanda and you are alone, so happy!"...

The man standing in the center of the focus smiled and said thank you for liking, Su Xian stared blankly at the other party's polite but unfamiliar gestures and words, until the other party turned his head and asked himself: "Xiao Xianxian, are you ready?"

"Huh? En."

"I'm sorry. I'll be responsible for feeding my little editor first. Let's talk later." Lu Jiangcheng politely declined the warm invitation from the readers, and led Su Xian to the corner seat for two.The little editor was pulled and turned around, and she could still hear whispers behind her, "Wow, it's Editor Su." "It's really cute."

Seeing the editor gnawing on the third chicken wing without saying a word, Lu Jiangcheng tried to speak in the seemingly stiff atmosphere: "Are you unhappy?"

Su Xian put down his fork and thought for a while: "It doesn't count. Actually, I'm very happy, you are so popular...but..." But there was a feeling of resentment.

Lu Jiangcheng transferred the meat from his own bowl to the other's plate: "Don't take it to heart, I've always only had you in my eyes."

Su Xian raised his head and looked into the other party's eyes in the warm and ambiguous light of the party, a smile that was completely different from the sense of alienation just now spread from his eyes to his entire expression.The three things that cannot be concealed, Su Xian thought, I seem to have felt one of them.

"Thank you. Walk with me here..." Lu Jiangcheng reached out and took Su Xiankong's hand without a knife.

The person whose hand was held panicked reflexively: "No...no need, it's...should be. I also want to thank you, working for half a year..."

Lu Jiangcheng stopped him: "No, it's not just the past six months. There's also a long period of time in the past. I want to say thank you. Thank you for accompanying me through the most failed period of my life."

"Huh?" Su Xian tilted his head in doubt, although he knew when it was, he didn't know what it had to do with him.

Lu Jiangcheng paused, as if he didn't know what to say: "You must have never paid attention to it, right? Your blog, the one called Mengbiju, I... have been reading it." He laughed self-deprecatingly, " You see, it’s easy to write normally, but it’s really hard to open your mouth.”

"Su Xian." He called the other party by his name for the first time in a serious manner, "Not only in the past ten years, but also in the future, can you continue with me? It's not just the relationship between the author and the editor. , but a relationship of lovers."

No one answered.

Lu Jiangcheng was helpless: "I'm done."

Su Xian was still immersed in the shock given to him in the last paragraph, completely ignoring the confession in the last paragraph, and he was not as shocked as he is now when he accidentally exposed the other party's background.Of course he has an impression of the blog he has written naively for more than ten years, full of his silly dreams.It's just that it has been very hidden (he himself has also secretly searched), no one commented, and in the end it was almost reduced to a tree-like existence.Knowing that there is a distance between dreams and illogical complaints, all poured into it.Because the use span is too long, he himself dare not look back at the previous records.

Unexpectedly, someone has already read every word and every word.For a moment, there was only an embarrassing feeling of being spied on for a long time. He withdrew his hand, breaking the awkward silence between the two.

"Sorry, Lu...Mr. Lu." He heard his dry voice say, "I have something to do at night. I'll go back first."

Su Xian got up, only then remembered that the third paragraph was the confession, which should be the most important thing, but unfortunately the harsh words had already been put down, and seeing the other party's expression showing a bit of forbearance, he could only blush a little Continue along the lines: "As for the other thing you said..."

"It's okay." Lu Jiangcheng smiled reassuringly, "Let's talk about it later. Be careful on the way back."

"Okay." Su Xian packed up his things, "Goodbye."

The abandoned great writer sighed in frustration at the table full of food, what a terrible time and way of confessing, if I knew it earlier, I would have said it separately, and after finally getting a high level of friendship, I was beaten back overnight, Lu Jiangcheng laughed at himself He forked the abandoned chicken wing from the opponent's plate and took a bite.

"I never joked with you."