Pet King

时间 The time after lunch is quiet, the wind stops, and the smell of the sun is intoxicating.

There are currently no guests in the shop. Most of the pets and elves are resting and eating leisurely.

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

The comic about pet shops that she just started serializing on Weibo, of course, the protagonist is based on Zhang Zi'an, of course, the tentative plot is mainly based on the daily life of pet shops.

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

I just ... would you like to draw it in a beautiful way?

Yan Yanmei, without CP, just like two powerful demons in her heart, there was a battle between heaven and man.

This is not only related to the plot, but also to the style of painting ...

As a veteran otaku who was addicted to the second dimension, Lu Yiyun inevitably came into contact with many Yanmei comics and fan dramas, and sometimes received illustration tasks to accompany Yanmei novels. It was natural when thinking about her comic plot The land thought of this.

Ordinary love is impossible, absolutely impossible, ordinary love with sour smell is better than without CP!

She pondered further. If it was Yanmei, would Zhang Zi'an attack or suffer?

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

While Lu Yiyun thought about it, Zhang Zi'an didn't know that his **** might be in danger.

He was watching π typing on the second floor, and the takeaway bento box that he had eaten was set aside. He hadn't moved anywhere for an hour, and so was Pi.

"Π, it's time to take a break," he reminded, looking at his watch.

"Squeak."

Π nodded casually, and the typing hand still didn't stop.

I finished this paragraph-it wrote and deleted.

It's like this every time, you must stop writing after finishing a small plot. Zhang Zi'an didn't understand it. Listening to it meant that he was afraid that the continuity of his thoughts would be interrupted.

Π didn't know that Zhang Zi'an would count it, and reminded him to rest five to ten minutes in advance.

"Squeak."

Π finally stopped, it stretched a lazy waist, was jumped out of the chair by Zhang Zian, and he was lying in a hanging basket rattan chair.

"Π, you rest for a while, it is best to close your eyes and stop thinking about the plot."

Zhang Zi'an picked up the empty bento box, stood up and wanted to throw it into the kitchen. As soon as he took a step, his shirt was pulled by π.

"Squeak."

"What's wrong, π?" He stopped and asked.

Π is lying down, raising his finger to the desk.

It just left the computer, so it's unlikely 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. He picked up π's clip-on glasses and handed it to him. It was very rare that he didn't wear glasses when he was writing. The clip-on glasses kept on the nameless book.

Π took the glasses and waved at him as if to signal him to be closer.

Zhang Zi'an didn't know what it wanted to do, but still stooped down, thinking it wanted to show itself something.

After he got closer, π held the spectacle frame over the bridge of his nose.

"Squeak!"

It clapped his hands and grinned.

Zhang Zi'an hadn't worn glasses before, not even sunglasses, so he was still nervous when watching π's furry hand pushing the glasses to his eyes, not because he was afraid of π, but because he heard that his eyesight was normal. People wear myopia or reading glasses and feel that they are spinning.

Facts have proved that he was more worried. As he had previously guessed, this pair of clip-on nose glasses has no power, is a flat mirror, and does not seem to have any magical magic. The world is no different in his eyes than before, and he cannot see the gods. Can't see the ghost-this slightly disappointed him.

He subconsciously felt that the clip-on spectacles may not be secure enough, and he would fall down at any time, and put his palm under the spectacles, ready to catch it when it fell off-but after a while, the spectacles seemed to be stable on the bridge of the nose.

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

He smiled happily at π, and thought he looked ridiculous in his glasses.

"Squeak."

Π shook his head, his smile continued.

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

夹 The structure of this pair of clip-on nasal glasses is extremely simple, just a short and thin metal rod is connected to two pieces of oval-shaped lenses. The material of the metal rod is unknown, showing an old brass color, carved with quaint patterns, thin lenses like cicada wings, and two curved metal nose pads of the same color, which constitutes the whole of the glasses.

The glasses are so light that they are as light as possible.

Some clip-on glasses have a chain or short strap attached to the clothes to prevent falling, but this pair of clip-on glasses does not.

Zhang Zi'an tried to lower his head and shake his head. It was strange that the glasses should reasonably stay unstable on the bridge of the nose, but did not move at all.

He walked out of the bathroom and laughed, "The glasses are quite interesting." He said he would take them off and return them to π.

"Squeak."

Π hurriedly waved to stop him, and pointed to the desk again.

I do n’t need to ask, this time it must be trying to get an unknown book.

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

Π did not answer, pointed to Zhang Zi'an's eyes, and pointed to the book.

是 "Yes ... let me see?" He thought, guessing.

Π nodded.

Zhang Zi'an is no longer curious about this nameless book, because he 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 writing.

打开 He opened the unknown book according to his words, flipped a page at will, and looked down.

How is this going?

I only glanced at him, and his palm and back sweated immediately, because he saw that the nameless book was no longer blank, but there were countless English letters, and it looked dazzlingly densely.

He turned to the next page. The next page was still the same, dense letters.

Next page ...

Next page ...

It's all like that.

页 Each book page is completely lined up with English letters, no paragraphs, no blank lines, no punctuation, no capitalization, not even a space.

Is this a book?

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

If this is the case, it may be punctuated like ancient Chinese classics, and you need to read it by yourself. However, the problem is ... these letters are meaningless. He knows every letter. I found a whole page without a word he knew, except the letter "a" and the word.

Is it because I have too few words and are ignorant?

I still say that this is not English at all?

子 Zhang Zi'an turned page after page, eyes hurt, and turned to another page, 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, shopaaa, shopaaaa ... as long as he flips page by page, there is an infinite number of a behind the shop.

He closed his eyes and closed the book at the same time, rested his eyes a little, and then opened the book at will after a while.

This time he found another English he knew—.

There is an infinite number of z in front of, and ..., as long as one page turns from page to page, the entire page will be filled with an infinite number of a again.

Close the book and open it at will.

Sometimes I flipped it several times, and all the same letters came into my eyes, such as c, such as f, more than t ...

What does it feel like to have the same letter on a full page? He is now seeing.

At the same time, he again noticed the fact that he could open a page of the book randomly, but as long as the pages were turned page by page, the thickness of the pages of the opened pages would not increase or decrease, as if they could be turned all the time. To the end of time.

He tried to jump pages, turning two pages at a time, three pages, four pages ... no matter how he turned, new pages would be born from the back, and old pages would disappear from the front, maintaining the balance accurately. What is the thickness ratio of the left and right sides when they are opened initially, and what they are until the end, unless the book is closed and reopened.

This is an endless book.

This is not a book that humans can read.

He could feel the blood fading from his face, and at this time his face must be pale and scary. He closed the book, closed his eyes tightly, and couldn't watch anymore. After only watching this for a while, his head was about to burst, his eyes were tingling, and the lunch just after he had eaten was tossed in the stomach and he was nauseated.

"Squeak?"

Π's voice was a little anxious, a furry little hand pulled his hand and shook constantly.

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

Π stared nervously at him, making a gesture of inquiry.

"Π, I'm fine." He barely squeezed a smile, took off his nose glasses, and handed it to him along with the unknown book. "This is a really amazing book. Thank you for letting me see and satisfying my little one. curiosity."

Π still did not answer, reached out his palm and shoved the book and glasses back to him, and then pointed to his chest.

"what happened?"

Zhang Zi'an couldn't figure out what it meant this time, was he allowed to read on? On the other hand, his life was worrying.

Π seems to have enough rest, raised his hand and asked Zhang Zi'an to hold it on a chair, and then typed in a Word document: If I'm gone, the book and glasses will be given to you.

He saw this line of words and he was stunned, and his heart suddenly turned over and over.

Π and nameless books come from two different sources of faith, so even if π disappears, the nameless books can continue to exist. He presumably felt that time was running out, and the power of faith had been reduced enough to continue its existence, so he left his most cherished things.

This is a book about life, the universe, and everything. He used to be curious about this book and wanted to see the contents of the book, but now he sees it, but hopes he hasn't.

"Π, what stupid thing are you talking about?" He held back the sourness in his heart and laughed, "Why are you not here? Do you want to travel? Don't forget that there are 60 readers waiting to read your book online. Well, they also want to know the subsequent storyline. And me and other elves, we also want to know what we will encounter in your pen. "

He clumsily tried to perfuse the fool.

Π took a deep look at him and typed again: If I'm gone, help me write this story down. 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.

"No." He slowly shook his head, refusing to say, "This is your story, it's up to you to complete it. I haven't got good grades in Chinese since I was a kid. Compositions are often used as negative examples and read by the teacher, not to mention writing. The novel, if the novel is written by me, 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 of ​​loneliness. Many old party members in the movie take the last breath after paying the party fees ...

Π pointed to an unknown book and glasses, and typed: writing a novel is very simple. If you do n’t understand anything, look it up in the book.

Zhang Zi'an waved his hand. "No, I'm still thinking about it. I put on my glasses for a while and almost spit it out. 99.99% of the content in this book is meaningless letter stacking. 1 plus 1 is enough time for me to get a PhD in mathematics ... "

之前 He used to think that π writing novels was very simple, and he could only find books that he could not understand. Now he knew that he was very wrong. It was even harder to find something in this book than to find a needle in a haystack.

As for this book, even if he is killed, even if π says there is * in it, he will not look at it again ...

"Π, don't think wildly," he comforted, and cut off the topic. "Yes, have you finished your new chapter? Upload it after you write it, and those three readers must see their name in the novel. happy."

I saw that he was determined not to accept anonymous books and clip-on nose glasses ~ www.readwn.com ~ nodded in disappointment, opened the author's backstage of the website, and wanted to upload a new chapter.

A new short message popped up inside the station.

what?

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

"Hello, you are now notified that your work" Petit King "will be recommended by the Urban Channel on Sunday afternoon. Please keep it updated ... π, your novel will be recommended by the website!" He excitedly held down π's shoulder.

"Squeak."

Π also laughed. Although he was also very happy, he was not as happy as Zhang Zi'an. Repeated disappointment made him dare not hold much hope.

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

At this moment, his cell phone suddenly rang. It was a message from Sun Xiaomeng. He asked him to visit her clinic and discuss it with him.

"Π, I have something to go out and come back immediately. Write a chapter first." He said hurriedly.

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

Zhang Zi'an stayed in place for a while and nodded silently. ...

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