Chapter 664 You're the author, kid? The plane pierced through the clouds and soared steadily in the clear sky.
Gu Luo leaned back comfortably on the spacious reclining chair in first class, covered with a soft, thin blanket.
Outside the porthole was a vast expanse of flowing clouds, edged with gold by the sunlight, so dazzling it warmed one's eyelashes.
He was looking at the various photos sent by Gu Ximan and Lu Xuexue.
—There's Gu Ximan standing under the red walls of the Forbidden City, making a silly peace sign, her pink dress making her cheeks rosy; there's Lu Xuexue's profile on the Great Wall beacon tower, the wind blowing her hair, gentle and lively; and there's a photo of the two of them holding candied hawthorns and smiling at the camera, with the background being the bustling alleys of Beijing.
Gu Luo flipped through the photos one by one, unable to suppress the smile on his lips. His fingertips quickly typed out a line of text: "[Great photos! Our Xiaoman is getting more and more photogenic, and so is Xuexue. It's windy on the Great Wall, remember to wear more layers.]"
After sending the message, he seemed to suddenly remember something and added, "[Isn't Shuling with you guys?]"
He knew that Shen Qingling didn't go out to play because she had to go back to the Shen family to take care of some things. But Luo Shuling, that girl, was carefree and thoughtless, and was always the main force in playing around. How could she be absent?
Before long, Gu Ximan's message popped up: "[I'm not really sure either. It seems that Sister Ling left with Qing Ling and left us to play by ourselves.]"
Gu Luo raised an eyebrow, a hint of doubt flashing through her mind—Luo Shuling and Shen Qingling shouldn't be that close, so why would she follow her?
But then he thought that maybe the two of them had some private matters to discuss, so he didn't dwell on it any longer. He turned his finger and started chatting with Gu Ximan about the snacks in Beijing, asking her if she had ever tried authentic Zhajiangmian (noodles with soybean paste).
And soy milk.
Gu Ximan gave it her all, saying that douzhi (fermented mung bean juice) was indeed delicious and that the online hype was all nonsense, urging Gu Luo to try it when he arrived.
Gu Luo just chuckled at this, but didn't expose him, saying he would try it if he heard about it.
Everyone knows douzhi (fermented mung bean juice) tastes awful, but this is just to make my sister happy.
Gu Luo looked down at his phone intently, while Old Liu, sitting next to him, stroked his beard and stared at him with a smile.
Old Liu's eyes were full of satisfaction, an undisguised joy.
This kid is handsome, talented, calm, and his athletic talent is terrifyingly extraordinary. He's sure to sweep all the gold medals in this year's competitions. He's a promising talent who will bring glory to the country!
The more he looked, the more satisfied he became. He had already planned it out eight hundred times in his mind. If it weren't for the fact that Gu Luo's romantic relationships were too complicated and that he had entanglements with the Luo family's sisters, he would have really wanted to introduce his granddaughter to him.
But on second thought, it's not a big deal.
In Liu Lao’s eyes, Gu Luo was a gold mine that could never be fully mined, so what did this little matter of love between a man and a woman matter?
It's no big deal, it's not a big deal at all.
For example, some people who have made significant contributions to the country marry young women in their old age, and no one criticizes them; on the contrary, they are praised as a beautiful story.
"Ahem." Gu Luo was complaining to Gu Ximan about the prices in the capital when he raised his head slightly and met Old Liu's bright eyes.
He put down his phone, feeling both amused and exasperated: "Mr. Liu... you've been staring at me for half an hour."
Upon hearing this, Old Liu immediately bristled, sat up straight, and deliberately put on a stern face:
"What? Can't I just look at you? Did I eat your rice? Believe me or not, I'll drag you back to my house right now and keep an eye on you every day!"
Gu Luo was amused by his childish behavior and quickly raised her hands in surrender:
"Alright, alright, watch it if you want, I have no objection."
He wondered to himself, "Could it be that Old Liu is so excited because he's finally able to go home from Caizhou?"
This old man is usually very composed, but today he's acting like a little kid.
Old Liu snorted, letting him off the hook. After a few seconds of silence, as if suddenly remembering something, he slowly spoke:
"Do you need my help?"
Gu Luo paused, instantly understanding what Old Liu was referring to.
During this period, Zhao Shuo and his group of fans have been frantically trying to piggyback on Luo Shuning's fame, constantly trending on social media and their popularity soaring. It's obvious to anyone with eyes that this is a deliberate publicity stunt.
He shook his head, a faint smile playing on his lips, his tone resolute:
"Need not."
"Oh?" Old Liu raised an eyebrow: "Really not needed? Aside from your scandals,"
"Really, there's no need." Gu Luo leaned back in his chair, his fingertips lightly tapping his knees.
"I will be able to meet Zhao Shuo soon."
Old Liu became interested and leaned forward: "What do you mean? You contacted him?"
"No." Gu Luo chuckled, then revealed that he was going to attend the annual meeting of the Qidian Novel Website:
"Zhao Shuo will be there too, then we'll see him."
"Zhidu Novel Network?" Old Liu was stunned for a moment, then his eyes widened as if he had heard something unbelievable. He looked Gu Luo up and down as if he were a monster.
"You can actually write novels? You're an author?"
Gu Luo nodded, amused by his reaction: "Yes, that's right."
"What's the book's title? Let me look it up!" Old Liu said, his movements incredibly nimble.
Despite being a post-2000s generation old man, he is a true "old" bookworm.
"Lord of Mysteries," Gu Luo announced the book title.
"What?!"
Old Liu's hand suddenly paused, and the expression on his face instantly became extremely strange, as if he had swallowed a lemon or was holding back some big move.
Seeing this, Gu Luo tentatively asked, "Um... Lord of Mysteries, Elder Liu, do you know him?"
"I know more than just that!" Old Liu slapped his thigh, a look of excitement mixed with complex emotions on his face.
"I've been queuing up the comments section every day, urging for more updates. I even wrote a long review of over a thousand words for this book, analyzing the protagonist's growth trajectory! Do you think I didn't know that?"
Gu Luo was stunned, then couldn't help but laugh out loud, her eyes crinkling into a smile:
"What a coincidence!"
"A coincidence?" Old Liu glanced at him sideways, gave a complicated snort, and tapped his shoulder with his fingertip, both amused and exasperated.
"You little rascal, are you trying to play Versailles with me? These days, who who reads novels doesn't know your 'Lord of Mysteries'? It's so popular it's practically gone viral! How come I never guessed that you were the author!"
Gu Luo touched his nose and smiled somewhat embarrassedly.
Sunlight streamed through the porthole, falling on his face and softening his features. The air in first class seemed to carry a touch of relaxed joy.
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