It was very quiet after lunch. The wind stopped blowing, and the smell of the sun was intoxicating.
There were no customers in the shop, and most of the pets and elfins were resting and digesting.
Lu Yi Yun was holding a drawing pen, and was having a fierce mental struggle.
Her comic about the pet shop, which had just been serialized on Weibo, was based on Zhang Zian, and the plot was based on the daily life of the pet shop.
After observing for a while, she felt that the content of the pet shop had great potential. She listened to Zhang Zian explain a lot of pet knowledge to the customers, and felt that it could be used in the comic.
But … should she draw it as a love story?
Love story, no CP. It was like two powerful demons were fighting in her heart.
It was not only about the plot, but also about the style of the comic.
As a veteran otaku addicted to the two-dimensional world, it was inevitable that Lu Yi Yun would come into contact with a lot of romance manga and dramas. Sometimes, the illustration assignments she received were to illustrate romance novels. When she was thinking about the plot of her manga, she naturally thought of these things.
It was impossible to have a normal love story, absolutely impossible. A normal love story full of sourness was even worse than no CP!
She thought further. If it was a love story, would Zhang Zian be the aggressor or the aggressor?
Gradually, she forgot that the protagonist in her novel was based on Zhang Zian. Instead, she completely considered him as Zhang Zian …
While Lu Yi Yun was thinking, Zhang Zian had no idea that his butt might be in danger.
He was on the second floor, watching Pi type. He had finished his takeout box and put it aside. He hadn't moved for an hour, and so was Pi.
"Pi, it's time to take a break," he looked at his watch and reminded it.
"Eeek."
Pi nodded carelessly, but its hands didn't stop typing.
After typing this paragraph, it wrote, and then deleted.
It was like this every time, and wouldn't stop until it finished writing a small part of the plot. Zhang Zian didn't understand, but it seemed that it was afraid that the continuity of the thought would be interrupted, and it would be difficult to continue after that.
Pi didn't know that Zhang Zian would always remind it to take a break five to ten minutes before the break.
"Eeek."
Pi finally stopped. It stretched and jumped down from the chair with the help of Zhang Zian. Zhang Zian then carried it to the hammock chair to lie down.
"Pi, rest for a while. You'd better close your eyes and stop thinking about the plot."
Zhang Zian picked up the empty lunchbox, stood up, and was about to throw it into the kitchen. He had just taken a step when Pi grabbed his shirt.
"Zhi zhi."
"What's wrong, Pi?" he asked, stopping in his tracks.
Pi was lying down, raising its hand to point at the desk.
It had just left the computer, so it was unlikely that it needed to use the computer again. Then …
"You want to hold your book?" Zhang Zian guessed.
Pi shook its head.
There was only one option left. He picked up Pi's pince-nez and handed it to it. It had not worn its glasses when it was writing, and the pince-nez had been placed on the nameless book.
Pi took the glasses and waved at him, as if asking him to come closer.
Zhang Zian didn't know what it wanted to do, but he still bent down, thinking that it wanted to show him something.
When he got closer, Pi pinched the glasses and put it on the bridge of his nose.
"Jiji!"
It clapped its hands and grinned.
Zhang Zian had never worn glasses before, not even sunglasses, so he was a little nervous when he saw Pi's furry hand pushing the glasses to his eyes. He was not afraid of Pi, but he had heard that people with normal vision would feel dizzy when they wore nearsighted glasses or presbyopic glasses.
It turned out that he had worried too much. Just as he had guessed, the pince-nez had no prescription. It was a flat lens, and it didn't seem to have any magical power. The world in his eyes was no different from before. He couldn't see any gods or ghosts, which made him a little disappointed.
He subconsciously felt that the pince-nez might not be very stable and could fall at any time, so he put his palm under the glasses, ready to catch them when they fell. But after a while, the glasses seemed to be sitting firmly on the bridge of his nose.
"What's wrong? Do I look funny wearing glasses?"
He saw that Pi was smiling happily, and thought that he looked funny wearing glasses.
"Zhi zhi."
Pi shook its head, still smiling.
He walked into the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. He looked more mature and bookish than usual.
The structure of this pair of pince-nez was very simple. It was just a short and thin metal rod connected to two oval lenses that were almost round. The material of the metal rod was unknown. It was old brass, carved with simple patterns, and the lenses were as thin as a cicada's wings. Together with the two curved metal nose braces of the same color, these formed the entire structure of the glasses.
The glasses were very light, as if they were weightless.
Some pince-nez would have a chain or a short belt attached to the clothes to prevent them from falling, but this pair of pince-nez didn't have one.
Zhang Zian tried to lower his head and shake his head. Strangely, the glasses shouldn't be sitting firmly on the bridge of his nose, but they didn't move at all.
He walked out of the bathroom and smiled. "These glasses are very interesting." He was about to take them off and return them to Pi.
"Zhi zhi."
Pi hurriedly waved its hand to stop him, and pointed to the desk.
Needless to say, this time it definitely wanted to get the nameless book.
Zhang Zian picked up the book and handed it to it.
Pi didn't take it. It pointed to Zhang Zian's eyes, and then pointed to the book.
"You want me to read it?" Zhang Zian guessed.
Pi nodded.
Zhang Zian wasn't as curious about the nameless book as before, because he had read it once, and it was all blank. But Xinghai said that there were many interesting stories in the book, and Famous could only see very vague handwriting.
He opened the nameless book, turned a page at random, and looked down.
What was going on?
His palms and back were immediately sweating after a single glance, because he saw that the nameless book was no longer blank, but filled with countless English letters, which were so dense that it was dazzling to look at them.
He turned to the next page, and the next page was the same, densely packed with English letters.
The next page …
And the next page …
All of them were like this.
Every page was filled with English letters, no paragraphs, no blank lines, no punctuation marks, no distinction between upper and lower case, not even a space.
Was this a book?
If this was a book, how could he read it?
If that was all there was to it, it would be fine. It might be like the classical Chinese in ancient times, without punctuation, and he would have to read the sentences himself. However, the problem was … these letters were meaningless. He could recognize every single letter, but he couldn't recognize the connections. After searching the entire page, he couldn't recognize a single word, except for the letter "a".
Was it because I didn't memorize enough words, so I was ignorant?
Or was this not English at all?
Zhang Zian turned page after page until his eyes hurt. He turned to another page, and finally found an English word he knew — shop.
The word shop was preceded by an infinite number of z, followed by shopa, then shopaa, shopaaa, shopaaaa … As long as he turned page after page, shop would be followed by an infinite number of a's.
He closed his eyes, and at the same time, closed the book at the same time. After a while, he opened the book at random.
This time, he found an English word he knew — play.
The word play was preceded by an infinite number of z, followed by playa, playaa, playaaa, playaaaa … As long as he turned page after page, the whole page would be filled with an infinite number of a's.
He closed the book and opened it again at random.
Sometimes, after flipping a few times, he would see countless of the same letter, such as c, f, or t …
What did it feel like to have a whole page full of the same letter? Now he had seen it for himself.
At the same time, he once again noticed the fact that he could randomly open a page of the book, but as long as he turned page after page, the thickness of the pages that he had already opened would neither increase nor decrease, as if he could keep turning until the end of time.
He tried to flip the pages, turning two pages, three pages, four pages at a time … No matter how he flipped, new pages would appear out of thin air behind him, and old pages would disappear from the front. The balance was precisely maintained, and the thickness ratio on the left and right sides was the same as it was when he first flipped it open, unless he closed the book and opened it again.
This was an endless book.
This was not a book that a human could read.
He could feel the blood draining from his face. At this moment, his face must be frighteningly pale. He closed the book and closed his eyes. He couldn't read anymore. After only reading for a while, his head felt like it was going to explode. His eyeballs were aching, and the lunch he had just eaten was churning in his stomach, making him want to vomit.
"Eeek?"
Pi's voice was a little panicked. A furry little hand pulled his hand and kept shaking it.
The uncomfortable feeling gradually subsided. Zhang Zian opened his eyes, his forehead covered in cold sweat.
Pi stared at him nervously, gesturing to ask him if he was okay.
"Pi, I'm fine." He forced a smile, took off his glasses, and handed it along with the nameless book. "This is a really amazing book. Thank you for letting me see it and satisfying my little curiosity. "
Pi still didn't take it. It pushed the book and glasses back to him, then pointed at his chest.
"What's wrong?"
This time, Zhang Zian couldn't figure out what it meant. Did it want him to keep reading? If he kept reading, his life would be in danger.
Pi seemed to have had enough rest. It raised its hand and let Zhang Zian carry it to a chair, then typed in a Word document: If I'm gone, the book and glasses are for you.
He was stunned when he saw this line of words, and his heart suddenly felt very uncomfortable.
Pi and the nameless book came from two different sources of faith, so even if Pi disappeared, the nameless book could continue to exist. It probably had a premonition that its days were numbered, and the Strength of Faith had been reduced to the point where it couldn't continue to exist, so it left its most precious thing to him.
This was a book about life, the universe, and everything. He used to be very curious about this book, and wanted to read its contents. But now that he had read it, he wished he hadn't.
"Pi, what are you talking about?" He suppressed the sadness in his heart and smiled. "Why won't you be here? Do you want to travel? Don't forget that there are still 60 readers waiting to read your book online. They want to know the following story. And me and the other elfins, we also want to know what will happen to us in your story. "
He clumsily tried to play dumb.
Pi looked at him deeply, and typed again: If I'm gone, help me write this story. I don't want to let the readers down.
The smile on Zhang Zian's face gradually froze. He could see that Pi was serious.
"No." He shook his head slowly and refused. "This is your story, and you have to finish it. I've never been good at Chinese since I was a child. My essays are often read in class as negative examples. I don't know how to write a novel. If I write this novel, the readers will be even more disappointed. "
He couldn't let Pi give up hope and lose its fighting spirit. It especially couldn't have the idea of entrusting its orphan to someone else. In movies, many old party members only breathed their last after paying the party dues …
Pi pointed at the nameless book and glasses, and typed: Writing a novel is very easy. If there's anything you don't understand, you can look it up in the book.
Zhang Zian waved his hand. "No, I was just about to talk about this. I put on the glasses and read for a while, and I almost vomited. 99.99% of the content in this book is meaningless letters. The time it takes to find out what 1 plus 1 is is enough for me to get a PhD in mathematics … "
He used to think that it was easy for Pi to write a novel. If it encountered something it didn't know, it could just look it up in the book. Now he knew that he was very wrong. Looking for something in this book was more difficult than looking for a needle in a haystack.
As for this book, even if you beat him to death, even if Pi said there were naked girls in it, he wouldn't take a second look at it …
"Pi, don't think too much." He comforted it and changed the topic. "By the way, have you finished your new chapter? Upload it when you're done. The three readers will be very happy to see their names in the novel. "
Seeing that he was determined not to accept the nameless book and glasses, Pi nodded in disappointment. It opened the website's author's platform and wanted to upload the new chapter.
A new short message popped up.
What is it?
Zhang Zian bent down and looked at the screen with Pi.
"Hello, I'm informing you that your work 'Pet King' will be recommended by the city channel on Sunday afternoon. Please keep updating … Pi, your novel is going to be recommended by the website!" He pressed Pi's shoulder excitedly.
"Eeek."
Pi also smiled. Although it was also very happy, it wasn't as happy as Zhang Zian. The repeated disappointments made it not dare to have too much hope.
"I think I should prepare well …" Zhang Zian rubbed his hands, thinking about how to use this rare opportunity to help Pi reverse its decline.
Just then, his cell phone suddenly rang. It was a message from Sun Xiaomeng, asking him to go to her clinic. She had something to discuss.
"Pi, I have to go out for a while. I'll be back soon. You write the next chapter first, "he said in a hurry.
Pi grabbed him again and typed: If I'm not here, please don't forget me.
Zhang Zian stayed where he was for a while, silently nodding.
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