After lunch, the time is quiet, the wind stops, and the smell of the sun is intoxicating.

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

Lu Yiyun was holding a drawing pen and was engaged in a fierce ideological struggle.

She just started serializing the cartoon about the pet shop on Weibo, the protagonist is of course based on Zhang Zi'an, and the plot is tentatively based on the daily life of the pet store.

After this period of observation, she felt that the content of the pet store had great potential to be tapped, and she listened to a lot of pet knowledge explained by Zhang Zi'an to customers, and felt that it could be used in comics.

Merely...... Do you want to paint it as Tanmei?

Tanmei, no CP, is like two powerful demons that have produced a battle between heaven and man in her heart.

It's not just about the plot, it's about the style of painting......

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 dramas, and sometimes the illustration tasks she receives are also illustrated for Tanmei, and she naturally thinks of these when thinking about her comic plot.

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

She further pondered, if it was Tanmei, would Zhang Zi'an attack or suffer?

Gradually, she forgot that her protagonist was based on Zhang Zi'an, but completely considered him as Zhang Zi'an......

While Lu Yiyun was thinking about it, Zhang Zi'an didn't know that his ass might encounter a big crisis.

He was watching π typing on the second floor, and the take-out box he had finished eating was casually put aside. He hadn't moved for an hour, and so had π.

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

"Squeak. ”

π nodded nonchalantly, and the typing hand still didn't stop.

Finish this paragraph - it writes and deletes.

It's like this every time, and it doesn't stop until it's done writing a small plot. Zhang Zi'an didn't understand, listening to it meant that he was afraid that the coherence of his thoughts would be interrupted, and it would be difficult to connect it again after the interruption.

π didn't know that Zhang Zi'an would do everything he could, reminding him to rest five to ten minutes in advance each time.

"Squeak. ”

π finally stopped, it stretched its waist, jumped off the chair by Zhang Zi'an, and was carried by him to the hanging basket rattan chair to lie down.

"π, you can rest in peace for a while, it's better to close your eyes and don't think about the plot. ”

Zhang Zi'an 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 placket was pulled by π.

"Squeak. ”

"What's the matter, π?" he asked, pausing in his tracks.

π lie down and raise his hand to the desk.

It's just off the computer, so it's unlikely to be going to use the computer again, so ......

"Want to hold your book?" Zhang Zi'an guessed.

π shook his head.

There was only one option left, and he pinched π his snuck glasses and handed them them, which had been rarely without glasses when he was writing, and which had been placed on the nameless book.

π took his glasses and beckoned to him, as if to signal him to come closer.

Zhang Zi'an didn't know what it wanted to do, but he still bent down, thinking that it wanted to see something.

When he got closer, π pinched the frame of his glasses and put them on the bridge of his nose.

"Squeak!"

It clapped its hands and grinned.

Zhang Zi'an had never worn glasses before, not even sunglasses, so he was still a little nervous when he watched π's furry hands push his glasses towards his eyes, not because he was afraid of π, but because he heard that people with normal vision would feel like the world was spinning when they wore nearsighted glasses or reading glasses.

As he had guessed before, the glasses had no prescription, they were flat glasses, and there didn't seem to be any magical powers, and the world was no different in his eyes, and he couldn't see gods or ghosts - which disappointed him slightly.

He subconsciously felt that the glasses might not be very secure and would fall off at any moment, so he placed his palm under the glasses, ready to catch them when they fell - but after a few moments, the glasses seemed to be resting firmly on the bridge of his nose.

"What's wrong, I'm funny with glasses?"

He saw π smiling happily, and thought he looked ridiculous with his glasses.

"Squeak. ”

π shook his head, his smile still undiminished.

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

The construction of these pinch-nose glasses is unusually simple, consisting of a short, thin metal rod connected to two nearly round oval lenses. The metal rod is of an unknown material, showing an old brass color, carved with a simple pattern, the lenses are as thin as cicada's wings, and two curved metal nose pads of the same color, which make up the whole of the glasses.

The glasses are light, so light that they seem to have no weight.

Some clip-on glasses have a chain or short strap attached to the garment to prevent them from falling off, but these glasses do not.

Zhang Zi'an tried to bow his head and shake his head, but it was strange that the glasses should be unstable on the bridge of his nose, but they did not move a bit.

He walked out of the bathroom and smiled, "These glasses are interesting." As he spoke, he took it off and returned it to π.

"Squeak. ”

π hurriedly waved his hand to stop him, and pointed to the desk again.

Needless to say, this time it must have wanted to get the nameless book.

Zhang Zi'an picked up the book and handed it to it.

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

"Yes...... Let me see?" he guessed.

π nodded.

Zhang Zi'an is no longer as curious about this nameless book as he used to be, because he has read it once, and it is all blank, but Xinghai said that there are many interesting stories in the book, and Feimas can only see very vague handwriting.

He opened the nameless book as he said, turned a page at random, and looked down.

What's going on?

With just one glance, sweat immediately broke out in his palms and back, as he saw that the nameless book was no longer blank, but there were countless English letters, densely packed and dazzling.

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

Next......

Next......

All of them.

Every page is filled with English letters, no paragraphs, no blank lines, no punctuation, no capitalization or even a single space.

Is this a book?

If this is a book, how do you read it?

If that's all it takes, it may be like ancient Chinese with no punctuation, and you need to break sentences to read it yourself, but the problem is ...... These letters are meaningless, he knows every letter, and when they are connected, he doesn't know them, and after looking for a whole page, there is not a word he knows, except for the letter "A".

Is it because I have memorized too few words and have not heard of them?

Or is this not English at all?

Zhang Zi'an flipped through page after page, his eyes hurt, 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, followed by shopa, then shopaa, shopaaaa...... As long as he turns page after page, there are infinite A's behind shop.

He closed his eyes and closed the book at the same time, resting his eyes for a moment, and then opening the book at random after a few moments.

This time, he found another English he knew—play.

Play is preceded by infinitely many Z, followed by playa, playaa, playaa, playaa...... As long as the pages are turned one page after the other, the entire page will be filled with an infinite number of a's.

Close the book and open it at will.

Sometimes, if you turn it over a few times, you will see countless identical letters, such as c, f, and t......

What does it feel like to have a page full of the same letters?

At the same time, he was again aware of the fact that he could turn a random page of the book, but as long as he turned one page after another, the thickness of the sides of the page that had already been turned would neither increase nor decrease, as if he could turn it all the way to the end of time.

He tried to skip pages, turning two, three, and four pages at a time...... No matter how he turned it, new pages would emerge from the back, and old pages would disappear from the front, maintaining a precise balance, and the thinness and thickness ratios on the left and right sides would be what they were when they were first opened, and what they would be at the end, unless the book was closed and reopened.

It's an endless book.

This is not a book that humans can read.

He could feel the blood draining from his face, and his face must have been frighteningly pale at this point. He closed the book, closed his eyes tightly, and could not read any more, but after reading for a while, his head was about to explode, his eyeballs were dullly painful, and the lunch he had just eaten was churning in his stomach, and he was nauseated.

"Squeak?"

π's voice was a little anxious, and a small furry hand pulled his hand and shook it incessantly.

The uncomfortable feeling gradually weakened, Zhang Zi'an opened his eyes, and his head was full of cold sweat.

π stared at him nervously, gesturing with an inquiring gesture.

"π, I'm fine. He barely squeezed out a smile, took off his nose-clipping glasses, and handed it along with the nameless book, "This is really an amazing book." Thank you for letting me see and satisfying my little curiosity. ”

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

"What's wrong?"

This time, Zhang Zi'an couldn't guess what it meant, did he let him continue to read it? If he continued to read it, his life would be in danger.

π seemed to have rested enough, raised his hand and asked Zhang Zi'an to carry it to the chair, and then typed in the ord document: If I am gone, the book and glasses will be given to you.

He was stunned when he saw these lines, and his heart suddenly turned over as uncomfortable.

π and the nameless book come from two different sources of faith, so even if the π disappears, the nameless book can continue to exist. It probably had a premonition that its days were numbered, and that the power of faith had diminished to sustain its existence, so it left him with what it cherished most.

It was a book about life, the universe, and everything, and he used to be curious about it, and wanted to see what was in it, but now he saw it, and he wished he hadn't.

"π, what are you talking about?" he forced back the sourness in his heart and smiled, "Why are you not here? Do you want to travel? Don't forget that there are still 60 readers on the Internet waiting to read your book, and they want to know the rest of the storyline." And me and the elves, we also want to know what happens to us in your writing. ”

He clumsily tried to play foolish in the past.

π looked at him deeply, and typed again: If I'm not there, help me write this story, I don't want to disappoint the readers.

The smile on Zhang Zi'an's face gradually froze, and he could see that π was serious.

"Nope. He shook his head slowly and refused, "This is your story, and it's up to you to finish it." Since I was a child, my Chinese grades have not been good, and my essays are often read aloud by teachers in front of the classroom as negative examples, let alone written, and if I write them, 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 idea as Tuogu, many old party members in the movie only swallowed their last breath after paying the party dues......

π pointed to the nameless book and glasses, and typed: It is very simple to write, if there is anything you don't understand, you can know it from the book.

Zhang Zi'an waved his hand, "No, I was about to talk about it, just now I put on my glasses and looked at it for a while, and I almost threw up." 99.99% of the content in this book is a pile of meaningless letters, and finding out how many times 1 plus 1 is equal is enough time for me to get a PhD in mathematics......"

He used to think that π writing was very simple, and he could just look up the book if he didn't know how to do it, but now he knew that he was very wrong, and it was more difficult to find something from this book than to find a needle in a haystack.

As for this book, even if he is killed, even if π says that there is *** in it, he will not take a second look......

"π, don't be cranky. He reassured, and digressed the subject, "By the way, are you done with your new chapter? ”

Seeing that he resolutely refused to accept the nameless book and the nose glasses, π nodded in disappointment, and opened the author's background of the website according to his words, wanting to upload a new chapter.

A new on-site text message popped up.

What is it?

Zhang Zi'an bent down and leaned closer to the screen to watch with π.

"Hello, I now inform you that your work "Pet King" will be recommended by the popular categories of the Urban Channel on Sunday afternoon, please be sure to keep it updated...... π, yours is going to be recommended by the website!" he pressed π shoulder excitedly.

"Squeak. ”

π also smiled, although it was also happy, but it was not as happy as Zhang Zi'an, and the disappointment again and again made it dare not have much hope.

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

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

"π, I've got something to do and I'll be back right away. Let's write the next chapter first. He said hurriedly.

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

Zhang Zi'an stayed in place for a while, nodding silently.