Nobody knows I'm a fairy

Zhang Zijia is an up host, and he likes to direct and edit some short funny videos and put them on the website.However, it is difficult for his videos to hit other people's jokes, so there are only a few fans all the time.

He opened the website again, and saw very few views and empty comments at the bottom of the video. There was only one name on it, leaving a sentence of "hahaha".

This is his loyal fan. Since he started posting the videos he edited, this fan has started to patronize each of his videos, leaving footprints in the bottom, and saying "hahaha" every time.

Zhang Zijia couldn't help being a little annoyed, what else could this person say besides hahaha?

He is now in his third year of college, and he wants to take the postgraduate entrance examination, so he doesn't have much time to make videos. His original enthusiasm has gradually cooled down with the blow of reality.Every time he wanted to give up, he always thought that he still had this fan, but today he vented his anger on the Internet because of the unsatisfactory reality.

He sent an internal letter to his fans: "Are you a robot? I know hahaha, I haven't said anything else for so long."

The input under the fan's avatar kept moving, but Zhang Zijia waited for a long time but he didn't see a word from him.

"It's really embarrassing for you to comment on such an ugly video. From today onwards, I will never make a video again, and don't come here in the future!"

The input prompt under the fan's name continued to display and disappear, but Zhang Zijia still didn't hear back.

He turned off the computer angrily and lay down on the bed. Looking at the white sky, his irritable mood gradually calmed down.

Should I apologize to the fans?After all, he was the only one supporting him for so long.Thinking of this, Zhang Zijia gradually fell asleep.

In the following days, this fan disappeared, as if the world had evaporated, and the words that were repeatedly revised finally disappeared.

Zhang Zijia felt a little regretful, and started to search the Internet using the fan's nickname, and then he found a Weibo.

"It's so sad. Today is another sad day. When will this day end?"

"When I see my mother, I always think, if I leave her early, will she be very sad?"

"It's hard to force a smile on your face."

"I found a little transparent up master, and I am always very happy to see his videos."

"Haha, he updated again today."

"His fans are very few, and I am the only one who commented. This feels like a video he made specially for me, and I hope his video will always be the only one left with my message. [Fu forehead expression] How can I be so selfish."

Zhang Zijia slid to the top Weibo post, which was sent on the day he sent a private message to his fans.

"He said that he will never make videos again. Is it because of my fault? Because I secretly prayed that he only had me as an audience. I know I am sorry for him, but I still feel that the last happiness in my life has been sucked out of me. separated."

The microblog stopped abruptly at this point, and the time stayed five days ago.Zhang Zijia realized that this fan might be a depression patient. He saw some unfriendly comments on Weibo and clamored for the blogger to die. Since he can't feel happy while alive, he might as well die.

"Should I apologize to him?" Zhang Zijia hesitated, but he couldn't bear this face.

"It should be fine. He has been here for so many years, and he won't be affected by a word from me."

In the battle between heaven and man, he finally sat in front of the computer, clicked on the dialog box with fans, and began to think about words.At this time, the bedroom door was suddenly pushed open. Zhang Zijia looked up and saw that the person who came was not his roommate, but a man he didn't know.

"who are you?"

"I'm next door."

"Impossible, I know everyone in this building, but I haven't seen you. If you don't leave, I'll call you Aunt Suguan!"

"Don't panic..."

Before Shen Muzhi finished speaking, Zhang Zijia had already shouted at the top of his voice.There was only a sound of going upstairs, and the housekeeper aunt arrived at the scene five seconds later.

Shen Muzhi was lifted up by her and thrown downstairs, and instantly fell back to reality.

This is his third failure.Every time Zhang Zijia was at the stall where he was chatting with fans, as long as he invaded his memory, Zhang Zijia would fight back violently.

In Zhang Zijia's memory, he himself is the master of this field. Once the host does not cooperate, Shen Muzhi is like a virus invading the body, immediately surrounded and dissolved by the white blood cells that protect the body.

"Looks like a more gentle approach is needed."

Shen Muzhi returned to Zhang Zijia's memory, but this time, he found Zhang Zijia's video and sent him a private message.

Zhang Zijia was hesitating to apologize to fans, when suddenly a sentence popped up in the lower right corner - hello.

【You are? 】

【I am your fan. 】

[So I have other fans. 】

[You seem to be in a bad mood, is something wrong? 】

Zhang Zijia is at the crossroads of making a decision, and the sudden stranger makes him want to express his feelings directly.

He crackled and typed a long paragraph about what happened to him and that particular fan.

[Should I apologize to him?He may not forgive me. 】

【Your problem is not the continuous tense, but the past tense. 】

Seeing these words, Zhang Zijia's heart suddenly beat violently, and the surrounding scenes were spinning.

【What's the meaning? 】

[Think about it carefully, you didn't apologize to him in the end.I guess he died in the end?This is an experience you regret the most, so it keeps repeating and reincarnating. 】

【what are you saying! 】

【You want to change, but in reality there is no change after all. 】

Zhang Zijia found that the surrounding environment was like a collapsed pixel map, and fragments of beds, tables, and chairs flew like snowflakes.

[I didn't... I wanted to save him. 】

In the mustard world, Shen Muzhi looked at Zhang Zijia who was lying on the ground crying, and said, "What happened in the past is irreparable. From now on, just be yourself."

Zhang Zijia said: "I remember everything. I didn't send out the apology that day. A month later, my fan's mother posted an obituary on his Weibo. It was all my fault, if it wasn't because I suddenly posted Temper, he will not be hit."

The short and skinny boy who was making a funny video that wasn't funny at all hugged his knees and cried.

Shen Muzhi curled his lips, and finally reached out to touch his head.Under Zhang Zijia's astonished eyes, he said: "Maybe his death wasn't because of you. Maybe you were just an inducement. What really prompted him to commit suicide was his illness. It was the people on his Weibo who were full and had nothing to do to watch the theater. But you It’s good to see it as your responsibility. You’ll be a better person from now on.”

Zhang Zijia murmured, "Thank you..."

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I am so early today (?ω<)★