Chapter 586: Forget-Me-Not

The time after lunch was very quiet, the wind stopped, and the smell of sunshine was intoxicating.

There are no customers in the store for the time being, most of the pets and elves are resting and digesting leisurely.

Holding a drawing pen, Lu Yiyun was engaged in a fierce ideological struggle.

In her comic about pet shops that has just been serialized on Weibo, the protagonist is of course Zhang Zian as the prototype, and the plot is tentatively based on the daily life of the pet shop.

After observing for a period of time, she felt that the content of the pet shop had great potential to be tapped. She listened to Zhang Zian's explanation of a lot of pet knowledge to customers, and felt that it could be used in comics.

It's just... Do you want to paint it as a danmei?

Danmei, without CP, is like two powerful demons, creating a battle between heaven and man in her heart.

This is not only related to the issue of plot, but also related to the issue of painting style...

As a senior otaku who is obsessed with the second dimension, Lu Yiyun has inevitably come into contact with a lot of Tanmei comics and fan dramas, and sometimes the illustration task she receives is also for Tanmei novels. It is natural when thinking about the plot of her own comics thought of these.

Ordinary love is impossible, absolutely impossible, ordinary love with a sour smell is worse than no CP!

She thought further, if it was Tanmei, would Zhang Zian attack or suffer?

Gradually, she forgot that the protagonist in her novel was based on Zhang Zian, but she completely considered him as Zhang Zian...

While Lu Yiyun was thinking about it, Zhang Zian didn't know that his ass might be in a big crisis.

He was watching π typing on the second floor, and he put the takeaway bento box aside after eating. He hadn't moved in an hour, and neither had Pi.

"π, it's time to take a break." He looked at his watch and reminded.

"Squeak."

π nodded casually, but his typing hand still didn't stop.

Finish typing this paragraph - it writes and deletes.

It does this every time, and it will stop after writing a small plot. Zhang Zian didn't understand. It meant that he was afraid that the continuity of his thinking would be interrupted, and it would be difficult to connect again after the interruption.

π didn't know, so Zhang Zian followed suit, reminding it to rest five to ten minutes in advance every time.

"Squeak."

π finally stopped, it stretched, jumped off the chair supported by Zhang Zian, and was carried into the wicker chair of the hanging basket by him to lie down.

"π, you can rest at ease for a while, it's best to close your eyes and stop thinking about the plot."

Zhang Zian picked up the empty lunch box, stood up and wanted to throw it into the kitchen, but as soon as he took a step, the skirt of his clothes was caught by π.

"Squeak."

"What's the matter, Pi?" he asked after stopping.

π lay down, raised his finger to the desk.

It just left the computer, so it's unlikely that it's going to be used again, so...

"Want to hug your book?" Zhang Zian guessed.

Pi shakes his head.

There is only one option left,

He picked up Pi's pince-nez and handed it to it. It was very rare that it was not wearing glasses when it was writing just now, and the pince-nez had been placed on the unnamed book.

π took the glasses and waved at him, as if signaling him to get closer.

Zhang Zian didn't know what it wanted to do, but still bent down, thinking it wanted him to see something.

After he got close, π pinched the frame of the glasses to the bridge of his nose.

"Squeak!"

It clapped its hands and grinned.

Zhang Zian had never worn glasses before, not even sunglasses, so when he saw π's furry hands pushing the glasses towards his eyes, he was still a little nervous, not because he was afraid of π, but because he heard that people with normal eyesight People will feel dizzy when they wear short-sighted glasses or presbyopic glasses.

Facts proved that he was overthinking. Just as he guessed before, this pair of pince-nez has no prescription, it is a flat lens, and it seems that there is no magic power. The world is no different in his eyes from before, and it is impossible to see gods. There were no ghosts to be seen—that was a little disappointing to him.

Subconsciously, he felt that the pince-nez might not be very secure and might fall off at any time, so he put his palm under the glasses, ready to catch them when they fell—but after waiting for a while, the glasses seemed to be firmly placed on the bridge of his nose.

"What's wrong, I look funny wearing glasses?"

Seeing π smiling happily, he thought he looked ridiculous wearing glasses.

"Squeak."

π shook his head, his smile still undiminished.

He walked into the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. He was a little more stable and bookish than usual.

The structure of this pair of pince-nez is very simple, only a short and thin metal rod connects two approximately round oval lenses. The material of the metal rod is unknown, showing an old brass color, carved with simple patterns, the lens is as thin as a cicada's wing, plus two curved metal nose pads of the same color, which constitute the whole of the glasses.

The glasses are so light that they seem to be weightless.

Some pince-nez have a chain or short strap that attaches to clothing to keep them from falling out, but this pair does not.

Zhang Zian tried to lower his head and shake his head, but the strange thing was that the glasses should not be stable on the bridge of the nose, but they didn't move at all.

He walked out of the bathroom and said with a smile, "These glasses are interesting." As he spoke, he wanted to take them off and return them to π.

"Squeak."

π hastily waved his hand to stop him, then pointed to the desk.

No need to ask, it definitely wants to get the untitled book this time.

Zhang Zian picked up the book and handed it to it.

π didn't answer, and pointed to Zhang Zian's eyes, then pointed to the book.

"Yes... Let me see?" He guessed with a thought.

Pi nods.

Zhang Zian was not as curious about this unnamed book as before, because he had read it once, and it was completely blank, but Xinghai said that there were many interesting stories in the book, and Fei Masi could only see very vague handwriting.

He opened the unnamed book as he said, flipped through a page at random, and looked down.

How is this going?

After just one glance, sweat broke out on his palms and back immediately, because he saw that the unnamed book was no longer blank, but had countless English letters, densely packed and dazzling.

He turned to the next page, and the next page was still the same, densely packed with letters.

next page...

On the next page...

That's all.

Every page is completely filled with English letters, there are no paragraphs, no blank lines, no punctuation marks, no uppercase and lowercase distinctions, and not even a single space.

Is this a book?

If this is a book, how to read it?

If it’s just like this, that’s all. Maybe there is no punctuation like ancient Chinese classical Chinese, and you need to read sentences by yourself. However, the problem is...these letters are meaningless. He knows every letter, but he doesn’t know how to connect them. Yes, after searching the entire page, there was not a single word he knew, except for the letter and word "a".

Is it because I have memorized too few words and am ignorant?

Or is it not English at all?

Zhang Zian turned page after page, his eyes hurt from reading, and he turned to another page casually, and finally found an English word he knew - shop.

The word shop is preceded by an infinite number of z's, followed by shopa, and then shopaa, shopaaa, shopaaaa... As long as he turns the word one page after another, there are infinitely many a's behind the shop.

He closed his eyes, closed the book at the same time, rested his eyeballs for a while, and opened the book casually after a while.

This time he found another English speaker he knew——.

There are infinitely many z in front of it, and ,,, at the back... As long as the pages are turned one by one, the entire book page will be filled with infinitely many a's.

Close the book and open it at will.

Sometimes even flipping through several times, what catches the eye are countless identical letters, such as c, such as f, such as t...

What's it like to have a page full of the same letter? He has seen it now.

At the same time, he noticed the fact that he could randomly turn a page of the book, but as long as he kept turning the pages one by one, the thickness of the sides of the opened pages would neither increase nor decrease, as if he could keep turning the pages. to the end of time.

He tried to jump pages, turning two pages, three pages, four pages at a time... No matter how he turned, new pages would emerge from the back and old pages would disappear from the front, maintaining a precise balance , the thickness ratio on the left and right sides was what it was when it was first opened, and it will still be what it is at the end, unless you close the book and reopen it.

This is an endless book.

This is not a book that humans can read.

He could feel the blood draining from his face, which must have been terrifyingly pale by now. He closed the book, closed his eyes tightly, and couldn't read any more. After just reading for a while, his head was about to explode, and his eyeballs also ached.

"Squeak?"

π's voice was a little anxious, and a small furry hand took his hand, shaking it unceasingly.

The uncomfortable feeling gradually weakened, Zhang Zian opened his eyes, his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

π stared at him nervously, making questioning gestures.

"π, I'm fine." He forced a smile, took off his pince-nez, and handed it along with the unnamed book, "This is really an amazing book. Thank you for letting me see it and satisfying my little one. curiosity."

π still didn't answer, stretched out his palm and pushed the book and glasses back to him, then pointed to his chest.

"What's wrong?"

This time Zhang Zian couldn't figure out what it meant, should he continue reading? Looking at it again, his life is in danger.

π seemed to have rested enough, raised his hand to let Zhang Zian carry him to the chair, and then typed in the Word document: If I am not here, I will give you the book and glasses.

When he saw this line of words, he was stunned, and his heart was suddenly overwhelmed.

π and the Untitled Book come from two different sources of belief, so even if π disappears, the Untitled Book can continue to exist. It probably has a premonition that its time is running out, and the power of faith has been reduced to not enough to continue its existence, so it leaves its most cherished thing to him.

This is a book about life, the universe, and everything. He was once full of curiosity about this book and wanted to see its contents, but now that he saw it, he wished he hadn't.

"π, what nonsense are you talking about?" He suppressed the bitterness in his heart and said with a smile, "Why are you not here? Do you want to travel? Don't forget that there are 60 readers waiting to read your book online." Well, they still want to know the follow-up storyline. And me and other elves, we also want to know what happens to us in your writing."

He clumsily tried to cover it up by playing dumb.

π gave him a deep look, and typed again: If I'm not here, help me write this story, I don't want to disappoint readers.

The smile on Zhang Zian's face gradually froze, and he could tell that π was serious.

"No." He shook his head slowly, and refused, "This is your story, and it's up to you to complete it. Since I was a child, my Chinese performance was not good, and my composition was often read aloud by the teacher as a negative example, let alone written. Novel, if this novel is written by me, readers will be even more disappointed."

He can't let π give up hope and lose his fighting spirit, especially he can't have the same thoughts as Tuogu. Many old party members in the movie swallow their last breath after paying their party fees...

π pointed to the unnamed book and glasses, and typed: Writing a novel is very simple. If there is anything you don't understand, you can look it up from the book.

Zhang Zian waved his hand, "No, I was just about to talk about this. Just now I put on my glasses and looked at it for a while, and I almost spit it out. 99.99% of the contents in this book are piles of meaningless letters. 1 plus 1 is enough time for me to get a Ph.D. in mathematics..."

He used to think that it was easy for π to write a novel, and he could just look it up when he encountered something he didn't know or understood. Now he knew that he was completely wrong, and looking up things from this book was almost as difficult as finding a needle in a haystack.

As for this book, even if he was beaten to death, even if π said there was a *** in it, he would not take a second look...

"π, stop thinking about it." He comforted, and changed the topic, "By the way, have you finished writing your new chapter? Upload it when you're done. The three readers must be very excited to see their names in the novel." Happy."

Seeing that he was determined not to accept the untitled book and the pince-nez, π nodded in disappointment, and opened the author background of the website as he said, intending to upload new chapters.

A new short message popped up on the site.

what?

Zhang Zian bent down and leaned closer to the screen to watch with π.

"Hello, I am now announcing that your work "Pet King" will be recommended by the popular category of the city channel on Sunday afternoon, please be sure to keep updating... π, your novel is going to be recommended by the website!" He excitedly pressed the button of π Shoulder.

"Squeak."

π also laughed. Although it was also very happy, it was not as happy as Zhang Zian. The repeated disappointments made it dare not have too much hope.

"I think we should prepare well..." Zhang Zian rubbed his hands, thinking about how to use this rare opportunity to reverse the decline for π.

At this moment, his cell phone rang suddenly. It was a message from Sun Xiaomeng, asking him to go to her clinic to discuss something.

"π, I have something to go out and I'll be right back. You can write the next chapter first." He said hastily.

π grabbed him again and typed: If I'm not here, please don't forget me.

Zhang Zian stayed where he was for a while, then nodded silently. ...

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