Chapter 287 The Pain and Melody of Summer

It was another day, Clara was immersed in the Internet, chasing various hot spots, playing popular games with friends, but this day seemed different from the past.

She didn't have the same fanaticism as before, the restlessness as before, the idea of ​​wanting to curse at everything, and the posts that she had found interesting before, now she just skipped over them and didn't have much interest.

After closing the forum in advance, she climbed out of the immersion cabin, sat on the bed, and then fell down with her hands spread out.

'Suddenly I felt everything was boring, but my mood was not that bad. ' She closed her eyes, felt her strange mood today, and began to recall.

What happened, why did I feel this way, is the game not fun anymore, is the collection of hot jokes not funny anymore.

She sat up, walked around the room a few times, looking at the messy room that had not been cleaned up for a long time, and suddenly had the time and the idea to clean it up.

Pick up the fallen bottles in the corner, pick up the old clothes that had been changed before, put the scattered things in order, and then pick up the unwanted things into the trash can.

There was no special music or sound. The thing in her hand suddenly felt more real than before. It turned out that there was a cute little man on the back of the bottle. There was a note left by Grandma Fu in the box of pastries she bought before, asking her to eat more vegetables and fruits.

Sitting on the chair, Clara looked at the T-shirt in her hand. It seemed that she bought it when she graduated last year. At that time, she went shopping with Dudu, Heshia, and Lina.

"Time flies." She stood up and put the clothes into the washing machine.

The old clothes and the changed sheets were put into the washing machine, and then the sound of running water rushed into it. Although it was not loud, it made Clara feel a little comfortable.

She came to the window sill and pulled open the curtain. The originally dark room was illuminated by the fierce sunlight outside. It was 2 o'clock in the afternoon, the brightest time of the day.

The originally messy house was tidied up, and there was an inexplicable sense of satisfaction, but this feeling was very light. If Clara was not in a very quiet mood at this time, she would definitely ignore it.

Feeling a little comfortable, she stepped on her slippers and went to the refrigerator, rummaged through the ice cream she had bought before, then opened it and returned to bed.

Her long legs were only in shorts, and the clothes she had changed were all spinning in the washing machine. The whirring sound of water could be heard from time to time in the quiet room.

Through the glass, the afternoon sun fell on the newly changed sheets, which were slightly hot, but it felt a little warm to sit on. Leaning on the folded quilt, Clara ate the ice cream bit by bit, closing her eyes occasionally, just because it was comfortable.

The white toes were somewhat transparent in the sun, and one side of the nails was reflected by the sun, which was very bright, and some dust particles floating around could be seen.

Slowly, after eating the ice cream, Clara put away the box and put it in the trash can. At this time, the clothes in the washing machine were almost finished.

She took out the washed clothes with a basin. Although there was not much moisture after a simple drying, she was still going to take them out to dry, instead of hanging them directly in the bathroom and drying them with a ventilator as before. The

closed floor-to-ceiling glass window was opened, and the wind from outside poured in, puffing up the curtains and making them particularly full.

The wind was a little cold, but the sun was warm. This wonderful difference was refreshing. Clara took brisk steps and hung up the clothes one by one.

After doing all this, she leaned against the guardrail and looked up at the sky above her head. The clothes that had just been hung up swayed in the wind from time to time, revealing the transparent blue sky behind from time to time. She

closed her eyes again and felt the touch of the breeze brushing against her hair. It seemed that she had not experienced such a feeling for a long time.

After blowing the wind on the balcony for a while, Clara returned to the room.

Today is the weekend. She opened the record board for the first time in a long time and checked this week's homework. In the past, she had just done it casually. Today, she also looked at it with interest. Although it was still boring, it was not as annoying as before.

At dusk, she stood up, put on a wind-dried coat and skirt, walked down easily, and walked to a small restaurant not far from the apartment for dinner.

Now her financial situation is not bad, and it is not difficult to eat out and consume delicious food occasionally.

After a full meal, she walked back and saw a supermarket on the way and went in. She then took out two bags of fruit, probably because she wanted to learn some healthy eating.

When she passed by a familiar alley shop, Clara knocked on the door.

"I'm here." Grandma Fu's familiar voice came from inside.

"It's Clara. Are you going to buy cakes again today?" Seeing the familiar girl outside, the old woman answered as usual.

"Yes, but I also bought some fruit for Grandma Fu today." She put one of the bags of fruit on the counter. There were packed strawberries, oranges, and bananas in it, which even the elderly could chew.

"These are of good quality and look good. I guess they are not cheap." Grandma Fu looked at the packaging box and the label inside and knew the approximate price in the market.

"Nothing, actually I'm not short of money recently." Clara added. It was really awkward to say such things. Why did she feel the same as the old Heshia.

"You kids don't know how to feel sorry for spending money. How can you understand the difficulty of making money..." Grandma Fu wanted to refuse, but Clara repeatedly said that it was not a big problem and that it would go bad if she didn't finish it, so Grandma Fu accepted it.

"Then Clara doesn't have to pay for today's cakes. I'll take you there, too." She helped Clara pack the cakes and put them on the counter.

"Ah, this, I'll pay for it. Just like grandma said, it's not easy to make money." Clara put her wrist close to the card reader.

"You kid, forget it, just this once today." Grandma Fu was not the kind of stubborn person. She didn't want to argue with Clara all the time, so she pressed and entered the price.

"Next time you come, you can tell me in advance. In fact, this cake is best when it's just made and a little warm."

"Okay." Clara took the packaged box, took the remaining bag of fruit and said goodbye to Grandma Fu, and then walked into the depths of the alley.

Back in the house, she neatly stacked the things in her hands in the refrigerator, looked at the time, and then simply rinsed it before walking into the immersion cabin.

According to the usual live broadcast room startup, Clara familiarly opened various auxiliary programs, then connected to the interface of the network platform, and sent notifications and invitations, so that those fans who were waiting on their personal terminals, computers, and immersion cabins could know that she was on the air.

[It's rare that Zidian Lala-chan came to work five minutes early today.]

[Did the sun rise from the west? Zidian Lala didn't act like a lazy dog.]

[It seems like she can't wait today, right?]

[She's probably going to scold the traitor planted by the enemy camp last night, haha.]

Everyone was talking about it, and Clara, who had loaded her virtual image, blinked in front of the screen, moved a little, adjusted her posture, and was not as anxious to open the microphone as before.

"Good evening, everyone~" She waved her hand.

[Wow, you are not Zidian Lala, why is your tone so gentle today?]

[It turns out that someone has changed, this is not Zidian Lala at all.]

Today's Clara really surprised the audience, and so did she herself.

"I have something to talk to you all about tonight."

[No, your tone, are you thinking about graduating? Please don't.]

[Oh no, is Zidian Lala going to follow other anchors and go the pathetic route?]

[We are here to see our good buddies, not to see crying Zidian Lala.]

Barrages and comments flashed by. Looking at these words, if it was the previous Clara, she would probably be eager to explain, fearing that fans would misunderstand or leave her, but what does she feel today? Unexpected peace and stability in her heart.

"It's not as bad as everyone thinks, it's just that my mood suddenly changed." Sitting in front of the screen, Clara rarely talked about some of her thoughts and ideas.

"In fact, I have always been very anxious, afraid that the daily live broadcast will be boring and everyone will give up watching."

"Sometimes, I yell every day just for the show effect and dramatic performance." Her words gradually quieted down the audience's heated discussions.

[Today's Zidian Lala is really bold. If she doesn't do this, she might lose fans.

"If I lose fans, it must be because I am not capable enough. It is a matter of time. Begging cannot change the result." It's over. It feels like Zi Dian Lala today is really possessed by

a god and has evolved into Saint Zi Dian Lala. "

Thank you very much for your continued support. This is not just a compliment. Sometimes I think that some anchors are actually quite capable, and the traffic I get now is largely due to luck."

"Because it came so quickly, I can't see the reason clearly, so I can only imitate myself who is cheering for everyone, repeating the funny things and the dramatic reversals of the show again and again."

"I've received good feedback, but anxiety is also accumulating, because I don't know why I attract everyone's attention and watch, and can this state continue?"

"I didn't notice this before, I was just immersed in it, and every time everyone gave me a lot of rewards, I felt excited and happy, which diluted the slight anxiety."

"Logically, this state should last for a long time, but I don't know why I suddenly woke up today." Clara said, and suddenly a glimpse of the scene last night flashed through her mind. It was the burning flames on the bridge and the cheering crowd.

"I have seen my hidden weakness and twisted side."

"After that, I will continue to broadcast live, but I will be a little more frank and not shout so loudly."

"It may make everyone lose some fun, but I think it is more real this way."

[Zi Dian Lala is great.]

[I don't know what to say, but it makes people happy for some reason.]

[Then will we play in a group tonight? I don't believe that Zi Dian Lala won't curse, hahaha.]

"Of course we will play in a group tonight, watch me show off my skills again~" Clara's synchronized virtual character waved her hand and then entered the game again.

As usual, she started the legion battle in the game again, but surprisingly, she did not shout as loudly as before.

[Although she was a little quieter, Zi Dian Lala became calm and her record was higher than before.]

[Did the live broadcast really harm her? ]

[She lost one kind of happiness, but gained another kind of surprise. It's really hard to evaluate. ]

Late at night, the gunfire in the game world was fierce. Clara drove a giant mecha into the battlefield of intersecting starships. The continuous flames and lasers illuminated her cockpit, and her eyes focused on the front. Her hands kept moving. At the last and most dangerous moment, she showed a rare smile on her face and began to hum a melody.

The next day, the forum was full of her last fierce battle. In particular, she laughed and hummed a song at the most exciting and tense moment.

"Such a picture really has a strange impact, as if there is a trace of tenderness in the cruelty, which makes people unable to stop." This is the highest praise, and someone began to ask below.

[Who is this girl? ]

[Has anyone found out which song the melody she hummed is? ]

Perhaps Clara herself did not expect that after this night, her popularity on the Internet would expand again.

When she was free the next day, she looked through the forum posts and found the following inquiry.

After carefully recalling for a long time, Clara entered the answer.

"I can't remember where I heard this melody from. I probably heard it when I was playing with my classmates when I was a kid, and I remembered it unconsciously."

Many years ago in the midsummer, when Clara was eight years old, a group of children went on an outing under the teacher's leadership.

They walked through the large botanical garden in the North District 7, where there were grass and trees, and birds flying under the tall glass dome.

Clara vaguely remembered that the sun was so strong that she couldn't open her eyes, and in front of her were the swaying figures of the teacher and classmates.

Without paying attention, she stepped on a stone and twisted her foot and fell to the ground. Her knees were rubbed red and swollen by the small stones in the grass.

"Wuwuwu——" She couldn't help crying at that time.

After a while, someone stood in front of her and helped her up.

"It's okay, there's no bleeding, I'll go call the teacher." The speaker was Yilin, a girl with light chestnut hair who was a relatively precocious child in the class, and she was beautiful and generous, and many children were around her.

"Hershia, you stay with Clara, I'll go call the teacher." Yilin turned around and called Heshia who was not far away. The two had a good relationship, so it was very convenient.

"Yeah."

The young Heshia was introverted and rarely talked to Clara. The two of them were together and it was a bit quiet.

At that time, Clara covered her knees, and tears were in her eyes from time to time. She wanted to touch the wound with her hands, but she was afraid of the pain. Heshia on the side looked at her and wanted to comfort her, but she moved her lips and was a little afraid to say it.

Finally, after several hesitations, Heshia still plucked up the courage to say, "It will be fine." Then she quickly lost her temper.

Clara didn't feel anything at that time, but she felt sweating from the sun, and her head was a little dizzy, and her knees hurt. She just wanted to be sad and wanted to go home.

Later, Heshia waited for Irene but she didn't come. Seeing Clara still crying, she was a little anxious. Perhaps she felt that she had to do something, so she blew air gently on the wound on Clara's knee, and then hummed a simple melody.

Along with the heat, sweat, cicadas, and pain of that summer, this melody remained in her memory unconsciously. After that, Clara still rarely interacted with Heshia, because when she was a child, Heshia always hid beside Irene, while she was more lively and active.

Why did she think of this past, Clara asked herself.

Maybe it was the video that night, where Heshia defeated Purinkoko in the flames, that touched and shocked her.

Even the timid and young Heshia has now grown into a look that people look up to, and she suddenly has no reason to give up or escape.

She will also have to practice singing in the future. As an idol, not being able to sing is just like not being able to speak. It is a skill that cannot be neglected. Clara's goal is not just to be a short-term traffic idol, but to gain a firm foothold and become an everlasting big star. Only in this way can she play games at home every day without any restrictions!

(End of this chapter)