A little girl of fifteen or sixteen years old in school uniform appeared in front of the camera.

The little girl had dark circles under her eyes, was yawning constantly, and her face was pale. It seemed that she had not slept well for some time.

I wonder if it’s because the academic workload is too heavy?

"Hello, Taoist Sister, I finally got the connection. I'm so lucky."

"Hello, I don't like fish with pickled vegetables." Xu Yi greeted.

Fish, who didn't like pickled vegetables, blushed and mustered up the courage to say, "Sister Taoist priest, can you sign an autograph for me?

I like you so much. I have watched every show from the first time you started broadcasting till now.

Ever since my idol's downfall, you have become my idol. I hope I can be as good as you in the future."

[Brain-dead fans?]

【Master, I like you too! 】

【The little girl has good taste! 】

[Girl, do you need help? If not, let me come! ]

Xu Yi was a little surprised. Is this the legendary fan?

This is the first time someone has asked me for my autograph!

He adjusted the mask and said:

“Uh, what’s there to be fans of me for… I’m just an ordinary Taoist priest.

Sister, study hard and try to get into my school, then we can meet!

Forget about the signature, the handwriting is too ugly to be presented. "

【Hahaha, the Taoist priest blushed.】

[Open your mind and buy a talisman. What a special signature! It can also bring peace and safety!]

[The one above is a genius! ]

[Looking at the talismans drawn by the Taoist priest, you can tell that her handwriting is not good. Otherwise, how could people not recognize the words on those talismans?]

The little girl was feeling a little disappointed, but when she saw the comment section, her eyes lit up.

Yes, you can buy the talisman from the Taoist sister.

"Well, I don't have anything else to ask."

"Nothing to ask? Then I'll hang up." Xu Yi said.

"No, wait, I remembered something.

"Sister Taoist Priest, do you think the cactus in my house has become a spirit? I always hear them arguing."

One said there was no sunshine, the other said it was dying. They kept arguing with each other every day, and it gave me a headache.

Here, these are the two pots.”

Fish, who doesn't like pickled cabbage, moved the camera a little, and two small pots of cacti appeared in front of the camera.

Xu Yi took a look and found nothing unusual.

Could it be that this little girl has special abilities?

Some people can hear languages ​​other than human languages, such as animal languages.

Some people can also hear the language of inanimate objects, such as computer desks.

"When did you start hearing?"

The fish, who disliked pickled vegetables, thought for a moment and said, "About a year ago, I could hear them talking. At first, they talked occasionally, but then they kept talking every day."

"Can other things in the house talk?" Xu Yi thought for a moment and continued asking.

Fish, who didn't like pickled vegetables, shook his head and said, "No, just cactus."

[The cactus speaks, 666! ]

[I thought it was weird enough that my dog ​​could talk. This is even weirder!]

[Girl, why don’t you try to separate them? ]

My friend is a psychiatrist, so I suggest you go see a psychiatrist.

[What do you mean, this girl is normal, is there something wrong with her mental health? ]

Fish, who doesn't like pickled vegetables, read the comments and said, "I've separated them before, and they ended up singing folk songs every day!"

【666! 】

[Is it just what kind of song that I want to hear Cactus sing? ]

Xu Yi looked carefully at the girl's face and the layout of the room before he suddenly realized.

"Sister, where are your parents? Can you ask them to come in for a moment?"

Fish who don't like pickled vegetables are a bit confused.

"My family? My dad is outside. Taoist sister, please wait, I'll call my dad in."

A well-mannered middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses walked in.

"Hello, what can I do for you?" Jin Jiang looked a little surprised.

Xiaona spoke hesitantly and didn't explain clearly.

Xu Yi said directly: "Hello, sir, your daughter said that she kept hearing two pots of cacti arguing.

I suggest you take her to a big hospital, to the psychiatric or psychology department.

There must have been some changes in your family over the past two years. So, pay more attention to your children.

Change the child's quilt to a more plain color; bright red is not suitable for children."

Why can't I sleep on a red quilt? I've always slept on a red quilt.

[My younger sister seems to be suffering from depression, and it’s quite serious.]

[Am I the only one who thinks this uncle is handsome? ]

[With a family tragedy, heavy schoolwork, and a lack of family support, the child must be feeling…]

[Sister, go to the hospital and take a look.]

Jin Jiang turned his head and looked at the child's bright red quilt, which was a new one bought by his ex-wife two years ago.

The child said she liked it, so I let her use it.

Is there anything wrong with this?

The fish who doesn't like pickled cabbage stood aside, his hands clenched tightly, his head lowered, not knowing what he was thinking.

Jin Jiang looked at Xiaona who was lowering her head. He had been busy with company matters recently and had indeed neglected her this year.

Ever since she divorced her mother a year ago, she has barely spoken a few words a day at home.

When did the father and daughter go from talking about everything to having nothing to talk about?

"Okay, thank you, little girl. I'll take her to see it."

Restraining the doubts in his heart, Jin Jiang still thanked him.

After hanging up the live broadcast, Jin Jiang thought for a moment and asked, "Xiao Na, do you feel uncomfortable? And what's going on with this anchor?"

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