MTL - Have You Ever Met Such a Cold Author-Chapter 3 General Kataba Yoshimitsu

Tang Tu handed a document bag marked "CAR" to Lin Lang and said, "This one contains various insurance and tax bills for the car. The car keys are here."

Lin Lang took it from him, "I don't need this car anymore. I'm trying to find an empty parking space in my school. Half of the class has passed. But I'll drive it for you every week and keep it parked. It hurts to not drive the car.”

"Okay, thank you, sorry to bother you."

"You are really interesting. You lent your house and car to others, and told them 'trouble'." Lin Lang flipped the pile of things in his hand, "Do you know that with all this, I It is possible to sell the house behind your back."

Tang Tu thought about it and said sincerely: "Also. I don't care about the money, and I know you don't care either."

Lin Lang was choked, which was really rare for him. With his family background, he really doesn't care about the money of a house, but Tang Chu...Lin Lang thought back and realized that he didn't know what Tang Chu's source of income was. He lived for nearly two months, except for going out to buy For daily necessities, I have never seen Tang Tu leave the house.

His father Lin Kangsheng and Tang Tu's father had business contacts in China. Although the two had known each other for some years, they did not have a deep personal relationship. After coming to America.

Because Lin Lang was underage, it was inconvenient for Lin Lang to rent an apartment after coming to the United States. Tang Chu's younger brother, Tang Qi, got close to the Lin family and helped him contact Tang Chu in the same city. In Tang Tu's house, the previous tenant just moved out, so Lin Lang moved in with his new international student classmate who was looking for a house and became Tang Tu's tenant. I met Guzhi who I didn't know very well in a foreign country. Although I got along well and didn't have any conflicts, no matter how I said it, I just got along for more than a month.

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

"Wait a minute," Lin Lang asked suspiciously, narrowing his phoenix eyes, "You don't intend to commit suicide, do you?"

He said bluntly without shyness: "I always think that you have some psychological problems, depression or something - let's talk about it first, if you are going to die, I won't pick up these things, it's too troublesome to deal with."

Tang Zuo said calmly, "I don't have depression. I just went back to China." He thought about it, and rashly entrusted the house and car to others, but he didn't even give a decent reason. Or explained: "My mother...maybe not very good."

"Oh? She can't do it? Why can't you do it? Really or fake?" Lin Lang asked with interest, he pulled a chair and sat down, as if listening to gossip.

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

"Oh, what a pity." Lin Lang responded casually, not even bothering to pretend to be a little regretful, "Then why are you frowning?"

They are from the same domestic city, Dongling. In this super metropolis with a population of 10 million, the upper-class 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 that come and go. The direct descendant of the top family, the Lin family, grew up Young Master Lin Lang, of course, has heard a lot of rumors, including this old story, which has been passed down for several years, from Tang Tu's mother's mouth: her eldest son, Tang Tu, took his father A large sum of money from the company, leaving his parents and young brother behind, flew away to the United States to enjoy happiness.

Tang Tu's mother was keen to cry over and over again about the deeds of her heartless eldest son in public, and to accept everyone's sympathy and indignation towards a mother who had worked hard but could not be rewarded. She had no way of knowing the teasing talk at the afternoon tea party together. Those who have received elite education since childhood and graduated from prestigious schools would never invite a woman like her to have a private meeting with women from a century-old family who only had a junior high school culture. housewives participated.

Lin Lang asked this question precisely because he knew that Tang Tu had a bad relationship with his family of origin. Tang Tu frowned, organized the language for a while, and said slowly: "There will be a lot of things, and I will meet a lot of people. I... I don't like these very much."

Lin Lang obviously didn't take this "don't like it very much" to heart, or, in other words, seriously underestimated the level of this so-called "don't like it very much". He waved his hand and said flippantly: "Then don't come back, you don't know what the country has passed on you, but I grew up listening to the story of you abandoning your parents. Although I don't know where you are now. money, but you seem to be financially independent anyway, can they still tie you back?"

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

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

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

After Tang Tu finished explaining his house and car, when he returned to his room, he saw the avatar with the words "No coriander" beating lively. After two days of depression, his mood suddenly improved, and he clicked on the chat dialog.

Kataha: Bamboo God, look, look, look, look

Kataba: [Photo].jpg[Photo].jpg[Photo].jpg

Kataba: Takoyaki in front of our school!

Kataha: My roommate and I have gone over the wall to eat this two nights in a row.

Kataha: Super delicious! And it's always open no matter how late

Kataba: I'm not saying that, the takoyaki at the entrance of Dongling University is definitely the best in Dongling City!

Kataha: Right, Bamboo God, aren't you also from Dongling?

Kataha: When are you going back home?

Bamboo overgrown: the day after tomorrow.

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

Kataha: What? ? ? ? ?

Bamboo overgrown: Return to China the day after tomorrow.

Kataha: Really? !

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

Bamboo overgrown: Okay.

Kataha: ? ? ? ? ?

Kataha: ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

Tang Tu was a little helpless and looked at the surprise that the other party almost overflowed the screen. Could he be wrong? Is Kataha just kidding?

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

What should I do, why did I agree when my brain was hot... Do you want to say it quickly, I'm just joking?

He was still struggling, and the prompt sound over there sounded again.

Kataha: You agree? ? ? ?

Kataha: Really?

Kataha: I'm going to meet the God of Bamboo! ! !

Kataha: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Kataba: When did you fly? What time do you arrive?

Only then did Tang Tu breathe a sigh of relief. Seeing that Katyu was still sending him messages to express his warm expectations, the uneasiness in his heart also dissipated.

He turned out the ticket to check the information, and was about to type, but he suddenly remembered that Kataha had said two days ago, "Showing one's hands is good."

When there is only one common contact person in a person's social software for many years, it is difficult not to remember every word of the other party, and for Tang Tu, Fiat Yu corresponds to her ID, and is a precious existence like Jiguang Fiat Yu . Turning on the camera and the microphone in a large-scale online live event like the anniversary is too difficult for Tang Tu, but if only Kata Yu was shown alone... He turned on the camera of his mobile phone and shot his hands directly. I sent a photo of the ticket holding up to the other party.

Tang Tu remembered the letter sent by his mother, threatening him with a terminal illness to return to China. This matter has been stuck in his chest. In the eyes of the tenants, he still looks the same as quiet. Only he knows that these two days , his entire mental and psychological state was on the verge of collapse.

At this time, Katao, his most loyal reader, his only friend, suddenly appeared in his cloudy world, like... just like light.

Tang Tu knew that his current state of mind was not normal, but he couldn't control it. He desperately hoped that he could fulfill some of Katyu's wishes, no matter how reluctant he was. Because of Kataha's enthusiastic response, he could clearly perceive that he was also needed by others.

I am also needed. In the dark room, the pale fluorescent light of the computer screen shone on Tang Tu's face, and in the rapidly scrolling chat box, Kao Yu was surprised because he showed a wrist in the photo, and Tang Tu slowly stroked his chest with his right hand. , listened to the proof that he was still alive, and tried to smile.

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

I'm right, you're wrong...Mother.