Mr. Siren [Comprehensive British and American]

The hand who wanted to ask a question raised a piece, and Triton randomly ordered one, a cute girl with brown curly hair, and he liked her hair accessories very much.

The light blue anchor reminded him of the waves in his hometown.

"Do you have any questions for me, fair lady?"

"I want to ask about "Knight Order". I noticed that you left a lot of foreshadowing in the last volume. Are you planning to write a sequel?" The girl asked in a low voice after taking a deep breath.

On the other end of the computer, Reid also nodded. After quickly watching "Knights", he also discovered a large number of unrevealed foreshadowings. Everything came to an abrupt end in what seemed to be a hazy place. The fate of the knights is not explained, only an ending that seems to be a tragedy or a comedy.

"Sequel?" Triton repeated, laughing, "The answer is No."

Accompanied by his answer, there was a sigh of regret coming from below, and in front of the computer, I don't know how many people also sighed.

"Of course," Triton waited for the sigh to subside before continuing, "the new work has something to do with "Knights"." He changed the subject with a smile, "Is there anything else you want to ask?"

Before the words fell, he raised his hand again.

His gaze wandered through the crowd for a few seconds, and he pointed at the young man in blue who was sitting in the third row. His hands were raised high, making it difficult for him to ignore them.

"Can you tell me about the connection between your new work and "Knights"?" Sure enough, he asked the question that everyone wanted to know the most.

"Well..." Triton prolonged the sound as if thinking about something, but after a while he shook his head resolutely, "No."

After he finished speaking, he paused and explained: "I can only tell you that it is a completely different adventure story. If I say more, my editor will throw me to fill the sea with a sack." He With a smile, he pulled out another small joke, and after the laughter, it seemed that the regret was not so heavy.

"Let's continue—" Triton looked around for a while among the people who raised their hands, chose a black young man in gray short-sleeves, and said, "Please ask some questions that have nothing to do with the new work, I don't want to go so soon Lose the fun of uncovering the secret."

He is very clear about the fact that he promised the publishing house enough publicity for the new work, but it is too much to go too far.

"As you wish." The young man shrugged his shoulders indifferently, "My sister in my hometown sent me dozens of emails in a row, asking me to ask you a very important question." He emphasized seriously that yes His younger sister in his hometown asked him to ask for help, and showed his phone that was about to explode.

"What question?" Triton raised the corners of his lips, vaguely guessing what he wanted to ask, and judging from the reactions of the people present, many of them should have guessed it too.

"She asked me to ask you, do you have a girlfriend or boyfriend?" The young man scratched his hair in embarrassment, "I have to make this clear, after all, I have a girlfriend."

If he was accidentally misunderstood, he would be dead.

Well, as expected.Most people smiled as expected.

"Your relationship must be very good." Triton smiled and comforted the young man who was a little embarrassed by the uproar, thinking about how to answer this somewhat difficult question.

While he was thinking for a few seconds, the scene quickly fell silent. Both men and women were staring at Triton earnestly waiting for his answer. On the other side of the live broadcast network, a group of reporters with a keen sense of news that could rival sharks had already opened the document and started preparing. Edited the headlines of the evening news--no matter what the sales guarantee in recent years said, they had headlines.

If the answer is "yes", then write "When the popular writer admits his relationship, who is the other party?!"

If the answer is "no", then write "The popular writer is still single?! The net worth has skyrocketed!"

No matter how you write it, you will never suffer.

"Well, since you are all so interested in my private life..." Triton quickly finalized the answer plan, organized his words and said, "Then tell you, it's not a secret anyway."

"I don't have a girlfriend, and of course, neither do I have a boyfriend." The first sentence caused cheers in the venue.

"But," followed by a turning point, "I already have someone I like."

The man on the stage admitted it without hesitation, perhaps because he remembered the person he loved, his cheeks flushed slightly.

"Although he doesn't know yet." He used "He" instead of "She", frankly telling his orientation that is different from the public, "But I have made sure that I just want to spend the rest of my life with him."

"As I wrote, human beings are always the most mediocre creatures in the world who are good at killing each other. Whether they love each other or kill each other, it's all very boring. Instead of spending the rest of my life with this kind of creature, I would rather wander alone forever In the deep sea." The elegant and deep British pronunciation is like reciting a love poem, and the reciter's face is soft and peaceful, as if caught in a deep memory, but it makes the onlookers unconsciously moved.

"But I have also fantasized about whether there is such a special existence that can pull me out of the endless deep sea. I have spent countless years fantasizing, despairing, and asking myself whether he really exists."

"Then he appeared, and everything was better than I imagined." The siren who was immersed in love was full of tenderness, making people unstoppably envious of the person who made him bet his love, and even couldn't stop Give birth to jealousy.

Being loved by that person is probably the happiest thing in the world.

"Then what kind of person is he?" Unsurprisingly, someone asked.

"He... is special." Triton described it this way, raised his eyebrows and continued, "I know you want to know more, but forgive a man's jealousy, no one would be willing to share the beauty of their Eden with others."

"Is he your rib?" someone asked.

"No." He chuckled, "He is my Adam."

"Well, I don't have the right to reveal more information without his consent, so maybe someone would like to change the subject?" Triton quickly restrained his emotions, and returned to his usual gentle and flawless expression. "Like today's weather?"

Fortunately, when various reporters were in a hurry to edit the latest news, and others were busy tweeting, FB, etc., there were still some people who were willing to raise their hands to save him.

"I know you never take part in such public events. Today is your first public appearance. Does this have anything to do with your relationship?"

Well, not to save him.

"There is a relationship." After answering the most difficult question, Triton became more casual and admitted it directly, "I didn't show up before because there are many other considerations. After all, my family..." He paused Xia Xiao smiled, and everyone agreed, "But after meeting him, I feel that all obstacles in the world no longer exist."

He is not worried that he will lose popularity if he comes out publicly or announces his relationship. One is that he doesn't care about it at all, and the other is... Although the sea monster does have a face that attracts fans, given that he was hiding He only has a few ultra-fuzzy candid photos without showing his face. His fans are all literary fans rather than facial fans. Except for a few staunch homophobic opponents, as long as the standard of his novels does not drop, no one will. I care about whether the person who writes the pen is always young, whether he is married or not, whether he likes men or women.

Besides, in the current literary and art circles, everyone just keeps their mouths shut and their hearts are clear.

Compared with those writers who are addicted to promiscuity, drugs, alcohol and self-harm, Triton, who has always been well-known and diligent, just wants to have a serious relationship.

Who can say no to that lively face full of love and longing?

……

Dr. Reid can.

Dr. Reid is nestling on the soft sofa at home, holding a classic checkered pillow in his arms, the computer on the desk is repeatedly replaying the video that has gone crazy on social networking sites, and the handsome and elegant young man is affectionate on the screen Eyes full of love, I don't know how many men and women have fallen into those gray-blue eyes that sparkle with water.

"His my Adam."

That person confessed.

Next to the computer is a piece of letterhead, which was delivered together with the last nameless express. The rose has withered, but the lingering fragrance of roses still remains on the letterhead. Characteristic radians, clean, calm and elegant.

——May I ask if a rib that has been dismantled and left alone can return to its original place?

The investigation of the letterhead failed to obtain any results. There are few workshops in Europe that produce this kind of paper. They are not generally arrogant and arrogant. They refused Reid's application for viewing the customer list without hesitation. Their products are expensive and sold by membership , Book in advance, those who can be added to the customer list are either rich or expensive, and such things as leaking the customer list casually, unless they collectively go crazy, it will never happen.

But looking at the current situation, Reid doesn't need to worry about convincing those workshop owners anymore, he thinks he has found the senders of those anonymous emails.

Seeing Triton's undisguised emotional expression on the screen, Dr. Reid, who has no experience in love, sighed, and sent out the long-edited email.

In fact, he prefers paper letters, but he has to admit that e-mail is undoubtedly an overwhelming advantage in terms of speed.

——Do you have time this Saturday? I want to chat with you.

Recipient, Mr. Triton.

Three seconds later, he received a reply from Triton.

——There is a new coffee shop in the capital square, I heard it is very good, do you want to try it?

Smooth and crisp, typical Triton style.

Reid thought it over and over again, and replied,

—Sounds good, can you set a time?

Almost immediately after sending it out, there was a reply to the email,

— 02:30 p.m., conveniently?I'll pick you up from your house downstairs.

Reid paused and replied,

— Just give me the address, so there is no need to bother you.

This time he waited a little longer before receiving a reply.

——Okay, listen to you, the address is this.

Along with the reply, there was also a screenshot of the chat. Someone who was noted by Triton as a witch praised the taste of this coffee shop. Relatively speaking, Triton, who responded, was extremely indifferent.

— Received, see you on Saturday afternoon.

After sending the last email, Reid threw the phone aside, wrapped himself in a blanket, stared at the novel he was about to read for the second time, and sighed deeply again.

The phone that had fallen on the soft carpet lit up, showing the reply from the other side.

—I'm looking forward to Saturday afternoon from now on, Dr. Reid.

The time displayed on the phone screen is now 08:30 on Thursday night.