Pet King

Shihua shook her head, not only her hair, but also two drops of crystal tears. I wanted to recall happy things, I wanted to recall the dramas of the Korean dramas I watched, the delicate faces of handsome guys and beauties, and made me feel better, but why do I always think of these trivial memories in the end, then I do n’t Tears consciously?

She misses the beluga whale very much, don't know if it's going well?

After hearing about whaling from Zhang Zi'an, she was always worried that it would be stabbed by a harpoon, dragged into the whaling boat by a barbarian with a beard and a waterproof coat, and raised a shiny butcher knife, and Large swaths of blood poured from the drains of the deck, and it could no longer sing canary-like songs ...

She can indeed communicate with cetaceans remotely through low-frequency sound waves, but the range of communication is limited. Under the condition of good ocean conditions, she can span thousands of kilometers at most, and the Baltic Sea is far from the other side of the earth.

So she couldn't know the current situation of beluga.

When she was with her, she always chanted about the Korean drama she had watched. When Zhang Zi'an offered her the opportunity to go to the East, she accepted it without hesitation, just like she turned into the villa's courtyard without hesitation. Like the door, she didn't consider the beluga's feelings, because she was an activist, and she took it for granted that it would be fine even if she left her.

Now, she is in the East, and she began to miss it far away.

She even misses the young girl who curled up on the sofa and watched TV all day. Although she can't remember the face of the young girl, she wants to know whether the young girl and her parents have been reconciled. Is she still watching alone with a calm face every day Korean drama?

She heard the sound of the rolling door, the sound of talking downstairs, the sound of the engine roaring, and knew that Zhang Zi'an had left the shop and drove to the beach.

Then she had a period of being alone and could not be disturbed.

She picked up the phone, swiped her finger twice on the screen, hovered over the live app icon, but hesitated not to press it.

It's been a few days since I've counted on live broadcasts. These days, she's upset by everything and has no mood to broadcast live.

A little bit of popularity that I've accumulated before, will the poor few thousand fans have lost all these days?

In fact, she wanted to continue broadcasting the other day, but she couldn't press the icon as timidly as this time, so she could not let it go.

With the first time, there is the second time. When I think of live broadcast, I always feel fascinated. The ambition before the live broadcast has been hit by the reality, and I do n’t even want to see the live app icon over time.

"Forget it, just go to sleep and get a headache."

She rubbed her temples, and distraughtly put the phone back in the bathroom cabinet.

When she closed her eyes, she wanted to sink back into the bathtub and use water to isolate everything that was bothering the outside world. She heard the noise at the door and opened her eyes again.

Crouching at the door was π. The monkey who was typing in the living room all day was not familiar with Shihua, and he had never seen it in the toilet. He always regarded it as a background board. What to do

"Is there ... anything?" She asked.

"Squeak?"

π gestured as if to ask her a question.

Shihua couldn't understand, and couldn't understand its sign language. Zhang Zi'an might understand something, but she didn't.

In this shabby house, there are all kinds of languages ​​cats, dogs, birds, birds, whales, and silent gestures of monkeys, almost like a little pet United Nations.

"This ... I don't understand." She waved her hands again, and pointed to her ears again. "The stupid man with the last name Zhang is out. If you are in trouble, you can wait until he comes back."

"Squeak."

π did not leave, but pointed to herself and to her.

"What? You want to talk to me?" Shihua guessed, could not help but wonder, she had nothing to do with it, what can I say? And how to say?

"Squeak."

π took out a tablet computer from under his arm, started the document function, and typed on the virtual full keyboard: You haven't broadcast live for several days.

Then, it held the computer for her to read, afraid she couldn't understand, and also activated the text-to-speech function, allowing the computer to read the text in a voice without emotion.

Seeing this line of text, Shihua froze.

During the day, other elves are downstairs and rarely go upstairs. Zhang Zi'an has a lot of things. The two stores run back and forth. Most of the entire second floor is only her and π. Knowing that she has not broadcast live for several days, only π.

Just as she treats her typing sound as a background board, she thinks it also treats her live broadcast as a background board, isn't it?

"Hmm ..." She scratched her hair embarrassed. "I'm not in the mood these days ... It doesn't matter anyway, few people are watching."

π typing: Do n’t you have more than 4,000 fans?

"What is more than 4,000? Those big anchors have hundreds of thousands, millions of fans, and even super anchors with tens of millions of fans. Compared with them, I'm just a scum!" She complained dejectedly.

π typed again: You only broadcast live for a short time, and more than 4,000 fans are already amazing. I only watched it when I started writing.

"How many people are watching you can write it down? Really! I can't stand it. I should be brilliant in the world and should be noticed by everyone, not just nobody." Shihua shook her head.

π typed: I almost couldn't write anymore, but always wake up and tell myself to write another day. Zhang Zi'an told me the same way. Without his encouragement, I might have given up.

Shihua remained silent.

π typing: Live another day, there will always be someone waiting for you to start the broadcast again. If you really don't want to broadcast, at least say goodbye to your fans.

She bit her lip and thought for a while, remembering the familiar ids in the live broadcast room, she was unwilling to shake the mood.

"Well, you're right, then I'll broadcast it for another day." She nodded.

"Squeak!"

π did not type, but gave her a thumbs up, as if she was happy for her

Shihua smiled helplessly. It may think she has regained her spirit. In fact, she really wanted to do it for the last time. Just like it said, say goodbye to the fans and tell them that she wo n’t live broadcast for them Already.

She once said goodbye to beluga ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ she doesn't want to do this anymore.

π turned around and wanted to leave, but Shihua suddenly remembered something and called it from behind.

"Wait! Don't go!"

"Squeak?" Pi stopped, blinking and waiting.

"Well ... your name is π, right? How did you know that I have more than 4,000 followers? I never told anyone!" She asked doubtfully.

Before the end of the last live broadcast, her number of fans barely reached 4,000, but this number was too far from what she expected, and she was ashamed to say it.

π patted his chest proudly, typing: I know life, the universe and everything.

"Really?" Shihua thought for a while, "I used to enter my live studio with a watermelon and told me a lot of it, so angry that my chest hurts, and then it didn't show up. Tell me Will this person watch my live broadcast today? I must scold him today! "

"Squeak." Pi nodded, a meaningful smile on his face.