Shihua shook his head, and it was not only his hair that shook up, but also two crystal tears. I originally wanted to recall happy things, I originally wanted to recall the plots of Korean dramas I watched, and recalled the delicate faces of those handsome guys and beauties, which made my mood better, but why did I always think of these trivial past events in the end, and then unconsciously shed tears?

She misses the beluga whale so much, wonders if it's okay?

After hearing about whaling from Zhang Zi'an, 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, and raised its shiny butcher's knife high, and then a large amount of blood poured out of the drain on the deck, and it could no longer sing a beautiful song like a canary......

She can communicate with cetaceans at long distances through low-frequency sound waves, but the range of communication is limited, and in good condition the ocean is at most a few thousand kilometers, and the Baltic Sea is far away on the other side of the world.

So she had no way of knowing how Moby Dick was doing.

When she was with it, she always talked about the Korean dramas she had watched, and when Zhang Zi'an offered her the opportunity to go to the East, she accepted it without hesitation, just like she did not hesitate to climb into the courtyard gate of the villa, without considering the feelings of Moby Dick, because she is a man of action, and she takes it for granted that even if she leaves her, it can live well.

Now, she is in the East, and she is beginning to miss it thousands of miles away.

She even misses the girl who curled up in the sofa and watched TV all day long, although she can't remember the girl's face, but she wants to know if the girl has reconciled with her parents, and is she still watching Korean dramas alone with a calm face every day?

She heard the sound of the roller shutter door being pulled up, heard the sound of talking downstairs, heard the sound of the engine roaring, and knew that Zhang Zi'an had left the store and drove to the beach.

Then she had some time alone and could not be disturbed.

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

It's been a few days since she broadcast live, and she has been annoyed by everything these days and is not in the mood to broadcast live.

The little popularity accumulated before, the pitiful few thousands of fans, will it 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 she was at this time and couldn't press the icon, so she gave up on herself.

With the first time, there is a second time, and when I think of live broadcasts, I always feel that I am in a hurry, and my ambitions before the live broadcast have already been hit by reality, and over time, I don't even want to see the icon of the live broadcast app.

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

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

As soon as she closed her eyes and wanted to sink back into the bathtub and isolate everything that bothered her with water, she heard a rustling sound in the doorway, and then opened her eyes again.

Squatting at the door is π, the monkey who types in the living room all day, Shihua is not familiar with it, and has never seen it go to the toilet, always treats it as a background board, at this time I can't help but wonder what it is doing.

"Yes...... What's the matter?" she asked.

"Squeak?"

π gestured, as if asking her a question.

Shihua can't understand it, and she can't understand its sign language, Zhang Zi'an may be able to understand some, but she doesn't have the ability.

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

"This ...... I don't understand. She waved her hand again and again, and pointed to her ear again, "The stingy ghost surnamed Zhang has gone out, if you have something to do, you can wait for him to come back." ”

"Squeak. ”

π didn't leave, but pointed at herself and at her.

"What? you want to talk to me?" Shihua guessed, wondering even more, she had nothing to do with it, what could she say?

"Squeak. ”

π took out a tablet from under his armpit, activated the document function, and typed on the virtual full keyboard: You haven't been live in a few days.

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

Seeing this line of text, Shihua was stunned.

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

Just like she treated its typing sound as a backdrop, she thought it was also treating her live stream as a backdrop, but wasn't it?

"Hmm......" she scratched her hair embarrassedly, "I'm not in the mood these days...... Anyway, it doesn't matter, not many people are watching at all. ”

π typed: Isn't there more than 4,000 followers?

"What is more than 4,000? Those big streamers have hundreds of thousands, millions of followers, and even super streamers with tens of millions of followers, compared to them, I'm a scum!" she complained in frustration.

π typed again: You have only been live for a short time, and more than 4,000 fans are already remarkable, and only a few people were watching it when I first started writing.

"How many people are looking at you can still write? That's amazing! I can't stand it, I should be brilliant in the world, and be noticed by everyone, not unattended. Shihua shook his head.

π typed: I almost couldn't write, but every day I woke up and always said to myself - write another day. Zhang Zi'an also told me that without his encouragement, I might have given up.

Shihua was noncommittally silent.

π typed: Live for another day, there will always be people waiting for you to restart. If you really don't want to broadcast anymore, at least say goodbye to your fans.

She bit her lip and thought about it, remembering the familiar IDs in the live broadcast room, and her mood was shaken when she didn't want to broadcast live again.

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

"Squeak!"

π didn't type, but gave her a thumbs up, as if to be happy for her

Shihua smiled helplessly, it may have thought that she had regained her spirits, but in fact, she really wanted to broadcast live for the last time, as it said, to say goodbye to her fans, and tell them that there would be no mermaid like her for them in the future.

She had said goodbye to Moby Dick before, and she didn't want to do that anymore.

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

"Wait!

"Squeak?" π paused, blinking and waiting.

"That...... Your name is π, isn't it?How did you know I had over 4,000 followers?, and I never told anyone!" she asked, confused.

By the end of the last livestream, her followers had barely reached 4,000, but that number was so far from what she expected that she was ashamed to say.

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

"Really?" Shihua thought for a while, "There was once a person whose ID was a watermelon who entered my live broadcast room and said a lot of things that I didn't have, so angry that my chest hurt, and then I didn't show up again - then you tell me, will this person come to watch my live broadcast today? I must scold him today!"

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