Chapter 908: Replay 1 Time

Shihua shook his head, not only his hair, but also two crystal clear tears. Originally, I wanted to recall the happy things. I wanted to recall the plots of the Korean dramas I watched. I wanted to recall the exquisite faces of those handsome guys and beautiful women to make my mood better. But why did I always think of these trivial past events at the end, and then I couldn’t Consciously shed tears?

She missed the white whale very much, wondering if it was doing well?

After hearing about whaling from Zhang Zian, she was always worried that it would be stabbed by a harpoon, dragged into the whaling ship by a barbarian with a beard and a waterproof suit, raised the shiny butcher knife high, and then A large piece of blood gushes out from the drain on the deck, and it can no longer sing as beautifully as a canary...

She can indeed communicate with cetaceans remotely through low-frequency sound waves, but the range of communication is limited. In good ocean conditions, it can only span a few thousand kilometers at most, and the Baltic Sea is far away on the other side of the earth.

So she has no way of knowing the current situation of the white whale.

When she was with it, she always talked about the Korean dramas she had watched. When Zhang Zian offered her the opportunity to go to the East, she accepted it without hesitation, just like she did not hesitate to turn into the courtyard of the villa. Like the door, she didn't consider the feelings of the white whale, because she was an actionist, and she took it for granted that even if she left her, it would be able to live well.

Now, she is in the east, and she begins to miss it which is thousands of miles away.

She even misses the girl who curled up on the sofa and watched TV all day in the villa. Although she can't remember the girl's face, she wants to know if the girl and her parents have reconciled, and is she still watching alone every day with a sullen face? Korean drama?

She heard the sound of the rolling shutter door being pulled, heard the voices downstairs, heard the roar of the engine, and knew that Zhang Zian had left the shop and drove to the beach.

Then she had some time alone, undisturbed.

She picked up the phone, swiped her finger twice on the screen, and hovered over the icon of the live app, but hesitated and didn't press it.

Counting it, it has been a few days since there was a live broadcast. These days, she has been bothered by various things, and she is not in the mood to broadcast live.

Will the little popularity accumulated before, and the pitifully few thousand fans, have been lost in the past few days?

In fact, she wanted to continue the live broadcast two days ago, but she was as cowardly as this time and couldn't press the icon, so she gave up on herself and let it go.

Once there is the first time, there will be the second time. When I think of the live broadcast, I always feel dissatisfied. The ambition before the live broadcast has long been battered by reality.

Over time, I don't even want to see the icon of the live app.

"Forget it, let's continue to sleep, I have a headache."

Rubbing her temples, she distractedly put her phone back on the bathroom cabinet.

Just when she closed her eyes and wanted to sink back into the bathtub, using clear water to isolate everything that bothered the outside world, she heard a rustling sound at the door, and then opened her eyes again.

The one squatting at the door is π, that monkey who spends all day typing in the living room. Shihua is not familiar with it, and has never seen it go to the toilet. He always treats it as a background board. What are you doing here.

"Is...what's the matter?" she asked.

"Squeak?"

π gestured, as if asking her a question.

Shihua couldn't understand it, nor could it understand its sign language. Zhang Zian might be able to understand it, but she didn't have the ability.

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

"This... I don't understand." She waved her hands again and again, then pointed to her ear, "The cheapskate surnamed Zhang has gone out. If you have something to do, you can wait for him to come back and talk about it."

"Squeak."

π didn't leave, but pointed to himself and then to her.

"What? You want to talk to me?" Shihua guessed, and couldn't help but wondered even more. She has nothing to do with it, so what can she say? And how?

"Squeak."

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

Then, it held up the computer for her to read, fearing that she would not understand it, and activated the text-to-speech function, allowing the computer to read the text in an emotionless voice.

Seeing this line of text, Shihua was taken aback.

During the day, the other elves are downstairs and rarely go upstairs. Zhang Zian has a lot of things to do. The two shops run back and forth. Most of the time on the second floor is only her and π. The only one who knows that she has not broadcast live for several days is π.

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

"Hmm..." She scratched her hair embarrassingly, "I'm not in the mood these days... Anyway, it doesn't matter, there are not many people watching."

π typed: Don't you have more than 4,000 fans?

"What is more than 4 thousand? Those big anchors have hundreds of thousands, millions of fans, and even super anchors with tens of millions of fans. Compared with them, I am a scumbag!" She complained dejectedly.

π typed again: You have only broadcast live for a short time, and having more than 4,000 fans is already very impressive. When I first started writing, only a few people were watching.

"How many people are watching you, can you still write? It's amazing! I can't stand it. I should be in the world and attract everyone's attention, not nobody cares about me." Shihua shook his head.

π typed: I almost couldn't write anymore, but every day when I wake up, I always tell myself to write another day. Zhang Zian told me the same thing, without his encouragement, I might have given up.

Shi Hua remained silent.

π typed: Let's live broadcast for another day, there will always be someone waiting for you to restart the broadcast. If you really don't want to air it, 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, and her mood that she didn't want to live broadcast again was shaken.

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

"Squeak!"

Instead of typing, π gave her a thumbs up, as if happy for her

Shihua showed a helpless smile. It may think that she has regained her spirits. In fact, she really wants to live broadcast for the last time. Like it said, say goodbye to fans and tell them that there will be no her, a mermaid, to live broadcast for them in the future up.

She once said goodbye to Moby Dick, and she didn't want to do that again.

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

"Wait! Don't go yet!"

"Squeak?" Pi stopped, blinking his eyes and waiting.

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

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

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

"Really?" Shihua thought for a while, "There was once a person whose ID was Watermelon entered my live broadcast room, and said a lot of things, and made my chest hurt from anger, and then he didn't show up again, so tell me , Will this person come to watch my live broadcast today? I must scold him well today!"

"Squeak." π nodded, with a meaningful smile on his face.