Sihwa shook her head. Not only did she shake her hair, but there were also two drops of tears. She had originally wanted to recall happy things. She had wanted to recall the plots of the Korean dramas she had watched. She wanted to recall the delicate faces of the handsome men and beautiful women to make her mood better. But why did she always end up thinking about these trivial things? Why did she unconsciously cry?
She really missed the white whale. She didn't know if it was doing well.
After hearing about whaling from Zhang Zian, she was always worried that it would be stabbed by a harpoon and dragged into a whaling ship by barbarians wearing waterproof clothes. They would raise the shining butcher's knife high, and then a large amount of blood would gush out of the deck's drain. It would no longer be able to sing like a canary …
She could indeed communicate with whales remotely through low-frequency sound waves, but there was a limit to the range of communication. When the sea was in good condition, it could only span a few thousand kilometers, and the Baltic Sea was far away on the other side of the earth.
So she had no way of knowing how the white whale was doing.
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 did not hesitate to accept it, just like how she did not hesitate to jump into the villa's courtyard. She did not consider the feelings of the white whale, because she was a person of action. She took it for granted that even if it left her, it would live well.
Now, she was in the East, and she began to miss it, thousands of miles away.
She even missed the young girl in the villa, curled up on the sofa and watching TV all day. Although she could not remember the young girl's face, she wanted to know if the young girl had reconciled with her parents. Was she still watching Korean dramas alone every day with a sullen face?
She heard the sound of the shutter door being pulled up, heard the voices downstairs, and heard the roar of the engine. She knew that Zhang Zian had left the shop and driven to the beach.
She was going to have some time alone without being disturbed.
She picked up her phone and swiped her finger twice on the screen. She hovered over the icon of the live broadcast app, but hesitated to press it.
It had been a few days since she had last broadcast. She had been troubled by many things and was not in the mood to broadcast.
The little bit of popularity that she had accumulated, the few thousand fans that she had, had been lost in the past few days?
In fact, she had wanted to continue the live broadcast two days ago, but just like now, she was too timid to press the button, so she gave up and gave up.
If there was a first time, there would be a second time. Whenever he thought about live streaming, he always felt dispirited. His ambitions before the live streaming had long been shattered by reality. Over time, he even didn't want to see the live streaming app's icon.
"Forget it, I'll go back to sleep. My head hurts."
Rubbing her temples, she placed the phone back on the bathroom table distractedly.
Just as she closed her eyes and wanted to sink back into the bathtub, she heard a rustling sound at the door and opened her eyes again.
Squatting at the door was Pi, the monkey that typed in the living room all day long. Sihwa was not familiar with it, and she had never seen it go to the toilet. She always treated it as a background, so she couldn't help but wonder what it was doing here.
"What … what's the matter?" she asked.
"Zhi zhi?"
Pi gestured as if it was asking her a question.
Sihwa couldn't understand it, and she couldn't understand its sign language. Zhang Zian might be able to understand a little, but she didn't have the ability.
In this shabby house, there were all kinds of languages — cats talking, dogs talking, birds singing, whales singing, and monkeys making silent gestures. It was almost like a small United Nations of Pets.
"This … I don't understand." She waved her hand and pointed to her ear. "Zhang Zian is out. If you have something to say, you can wait for him to come back."
"Zhi zhi."
Pi didn't leave, but pointed to itself, and then pointed to her.
"What? You want to talk to me? " Sihwa guessed. She couldn't help but feel even more puzzled. She didn't have much interaction with it. What could she say? And what could she say?
"Zhi zhi."
Pi took out a tablet computer from under its armpit, started the document function, and typed on the virtual keyboard: You haven't broadcast for a few days.
Then, it held up the computer for her to see. Afraid that she wouldn't understand, it also started the text-to-speech function, letting the computer read the words with an emotionless voice.
Seeing this line of text, Sihwa was stunned.
During the day, the other elfins were downstairs and rarely went upstairs. Zhang Zian had a lot of things to do, running back and forth between the two shops. Most of the time, only she and Pi were on the second floor. Only Pi knew that she hadn't broadcast for a few days.
Just like how she treated its typing sound as a background board, she thought that it also treated her broadcast as a background board. Could it be that it wasn't the case?
"Well …" She scratched her hair, embarrassed. "I'm not in the mood for a few days … Anyway, it doesn't matter. There aren't many people watching."
Pi typed: Don't you have more than 4,000 fans?
"What's 4,000? Those big anchors have hundreds of thousands, millions of fans, and even super anchors with tens of millions of fans. Compared to them, I'm just trash! "She complained dejectedly.
Pi typed again: You've only broadcast for a short time, and it's already amazing that you have more than 4,000 fans. When I first started writing my novel, there were only a few people watching.
"You can still write with a few people watching? That's amazing! I can't take it anymore. I should be shining in the world and being watched by everyone, not being ignored. "Sihwa shook her head.
Pi typed: I almost couldn't write anymore, but every day when I wake up, I always tell myself to write for another day. Zhang Zian also told me the same thing. Without his encouragement, I might have given up.
Sihwa did not comment and remained silent.
Pi typed: Broadcast for another day. There will always be people waiting for you to broadcast again. If you really don't want to broadcast anymore, at least say goodbye to your fans.
She bit her lip and thought about it. She remembered the familiar IDs in the broadcast room, and her decision to not broadcast again was shaken.
"Okay, you're right. Then I'll broadcast for another day." She nodded.
"Eeek!"
Pi didn't type, but gave her a thumbs up, as if it was happy for her.
Sihwa smiled helplessly. It might have thought that she had regained her spirit, but in fact, she really wanted to broadcast for the last time. Just like it said, she wanted to say goodbye to her fans and tell them that she, the mermaid, would no longer broadcast for them.
She had once left the white whale without saying goodbye. She didn't want to do that again.
Pi turned around and wanted to leave, but Sihwa suddenly remembered something and called out to it from behind.
"Wait! Don't go yet! "
"Eeek?" Pi stopped, blinked, and waited.
"That … Your name is Pi, right? How did you know that I have more than 4,000 fans? I've never told anyone! "she asked, puzzled.
Before the end of the last broadcast, the number of her fans had barely reached 4,000, but this number was too far from what she had expected. She was ashamed to say it out loud.
Pi proudly patted its chest and typed: I know about life, the universe, and everything else.
"Really?" Sihwa thought for a moment. "There was once an ID called Watermelon who entered my broadcast room and said a lot of nonsense. I was so angry that my chest hurt, and then he never appeared again. Then tell me, will this person come to watch my broadcast today? I must give him a good scolding today! "
"Eeek." Pi nodded, a meaningful smile on its face.
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