Chapter 693 I Am Also in a Difficult Situation
Later, Lin Yuan quickly adjusted his emotions, just like an experienced psychologist who turned his eyes to the man with an eager face and nearly collapsed on the screen, a soft tone, trying to soothe the other party with a gentle tone. The turbulent wave -like emotions: "Brother, don't be excited first, let's talk calmly and talk."
"You see, you have to make a haunted house when you come up. I don't know who you are, and I don’t know why you have to have such a house. Do you want to introduce yourself and tell me why? Maybe I can help you out of ideas. "
"You rashly ask for this, I'm also very embarrassed. You have to give me a chance to help you?"
His eyes were full of sincerity and concern, as if he was helping a traveler who was lost.
When the man heard Lin Yuan's words, he seemed to be pressed at the pause, and the whole person froze instantly, silent for a moment.
The muscles on his face were slightly shaking, which was a manifestation of emotional struggling. It can be seen that he was trying to organize a messy thought.
After a while, he raised his head slightly. He was still tough, with a little stubborn face at this moment but seemed to be destroyed by the storm. God, only endless sorrow.
He slowly spoke, with a hint of choking, like the "crunchy" sound made when the shabby box was pulled, and his eyes were slightly reddish. The tears were filled with tears, as if he would burst at any time.
"My name is Zhang Xiaoyu, I am an orphan, and I have no father and mother since I was a child."
He paused, and each word seemed to squeeze out of his throat. It seemed that every word of words had to spend great strength, with the vicissitudes of the past years.
"Some time ago, I just resigned from work. Although the job was hard, I wanted to live a good life with my girlfriend who had been in love for more than ten years, and everything was worth it."
"We are optimistic about the venue of the wedding. It is a seaside resort. Imagine that under the afterglow of the sunset, we made a lifetime promise and looking forward to the sweet life after marriage, but who knows ..."
Speaking of which, his tears couldn't help it anymore, like the flood of the embankment, fell down, and wet the old shirt in front of him.
"She was dead, and I felt that my world was collapsed. Without her, I didn't mean to live. I want to do everything, and I want to see her, even at a glance."
"I have been to the graveyard before, and I stayed there overnight there. The surrounding black painted screaming in my ears, like a ghost whisper, and my own heartbeat. But I didn't wait for anything; I went to the funeral home again and looked at the cold lantern.
"I hope to have a trace of her atmosphere. I pace back and forth in it, like a lonely ghost, waiting until dawn, or futile; I also burned paper in front of the mirror in the middle of the night, and made every time in those superstition methods, every one, each one, each one, each one, each one, each one I dare not make a mistake in the steps, carefully scratch the match, watch the flame jump, and the paper ash is not available. "
He raised his hand trembling like a residual leaf in the wind, and wiped the tears on his face with his back, but the tears were like the beads that broke the line. There may be a phenomenon of haunted houses, maybe I can see her there, so I want to spend all my deposits to buy a set. This is my last hope. "
"I know this sounds ridiculous, but I really can't help it. I really miss her."
Netizens quietly listened to Zhang Xiaoyu's cry, and just now laughed and ridiculed, and the lively atmosphere disappeared into a shadow, as if it was blown by a cold wind, leaving only a silence.
Instead, the full screen sympathy and pity, the barrage brushed like snowflakes in the winter: "It's pitiful, this is another person who was fed with fate. Happiness is taken away ".
"Anchor, you have to help him, he is not easy, it makes people feel distressed, we can't see death and not save it."
Everyone, you say a word, in the lines, there is a distress of Zhang Xiaoyu. The strong emotion seems to be a warm power through the screen to comfort this sad man.
Some people even wiped tears in front of the screen silently, which was moved by this deep love and despair.
The stress was given Lin Yuan all at once.
He watched the barrage rolling on the screen, and Zhang Xiaoyu, who was full of tears and empty eyes, was as empty and his eyes was full of emotion.
He couldn't help but secretly talk about the speed of his face. He was still joking without hesitation in the previous second. He was sympathetic in the following seconds, like changing a person, making him a little speechless.
But at this moment, he also knows what he must do. On the one hand, he cannot let the live broadcast room be blocked due to violations, but his career foundation is the crystallization of his hard work for many years; on the other hand Looking at Zhang Xiaoyu's distressed appearance, he couldn't bear to refuse the request of the poor person, as if he rejected it, he stabbed again in his broken heart, how could he bear it.
He was caught in the dilemma, his brows were locked, like two deep grooves on the forehead, and his fingers unconsciously knocked on the desktop, making a rhythmic "Da Da" sound, like he was in his heart Anxious drum point, once again, knocking on his thoughts.
Lin Yuan was thinking about countermeasures quickly in his mind. He was wondering where he should go to find a so-called "haunted house"?
In this real world, there are no haunted houses. Even if there are some rumors, most of them are false rumors and cannot be verified.
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Even if he can't find it, how can he comfort Zhang Xiaoyu and let him give up this obsession while maintaining the harmonious atmosphere of the live broadcast room?
If it is not handled well, not only Zhang Xiaoyu may do extreme behavior, but the netizens in the live broadcast room may also leave disappointed, and all his previous efforts will be in vain.
He looked around and looked at the familiar layout of the live broadcast room. The photos of the house hanging on the wall seemed to be silently laughing at his predicament.
In the live broadcast room, the pale light still fell lifelessly, making every corner gloomy, as if this was not a platform for sharing life and exchanging information, but a lonely cold palace.
The atmosphere was so heavy that it seemed like water could drip out of it. The sense of oppression was like a lead block, weighing heavily on everyone's heart.
Zhang Xiaoyu sat in front of the camera like a broken statue, his body shaking violently, like a leaf that was about to fall in the autumn wind and could be swept away at any time.