Chapter 140 Is this world a happy place?
Tips before watching: If there is a backstab... uh, it seems there is no backstab this time (hands on hips); the time is confusing, there is nothing we can do about it, it is difficult to make up for it, just pretend you didn’t see it.
Ahaha's mistake!
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The pink and blue waves washed the beach, and at the end was the familiar white light.
An Ming stood there in confusion. This was not quite the same as the simulation process he remembered. He also said that he had seen similar white light twice before.
So that wasn't the loading screen? An Ming had always thought that it was a simulated loading screen at 99%.
At the edge of the beach, the once blurry human figures became more real.
She stood at the end of time, in the narrow space of memory.
"who are you?"
An Ming shouted loudly at the figure's back and started running towards her.
But the more he ran, the faster the beaches on both sides moved backwards, as if the whole world was rejecting his progress and began to move backwards madly.
"I..."
"like--"
The sound was cut off instantly, and turned into a blank.
This time An Ming heard the second word clearly. The moment the sound disappeared, the whole world began to turn upside down. The sea turned into the sky, and the ground turned into a blank sky.
In the world flooded with pink and blue, only boring white remains.
There is nothing, everything does not exist.
At the last moment, the girl turned around, and her long snow-white hair swayed in the air in a beautiful arc.
An Ming fell into the sky, and the girl with long pure white hair stood high up, just like she had done countless times -
Extend your right hand.
This time, I'll find you first.
Intense white light engulfed the entire field of vision from all sides, and consciousness was instantly submerged in darkness.
When An Ming opened his eyes again, the elegant sound of piano echoed in his ears, and a pair of lake blue eyes looked at him tenderly.
[When you were one year old, you were born in Kachipe, the home of the Sky Ring Clan. The blonde woman looked at you tenderly. Even though she was weak, she still couldn’t hide her perfect face.]
"Look, it's our child."
The woman reaches out her hand tenderly and touches your cheek gently, her eyes full of love.
"What should we call it? Today is Wednesday, An, why not just call us Wednesday?" The man's face was also full of excitement, his hands suspended in the air, wanting to hug you but worried about making you cry.
An pursed her lips and smiled, "Honey, you are really casual."
"Ahem, I'm so excited, Ann, I'm sorry."
"It's okay, come and hug our child."
"call..."
The man took several nervous breaths before carefully picking you up with both hands.
In the hospital sunlight, your hair glows with a soft light, and a faint energy construct halo flickers gently above your head.
"Like an angel."
“Our children are the angels given by the world.”
You came into this world bathed in the warm sunshine.
[When you were two years old, you were born into a musical family. Your mother, An, was a well-known singer in the Tianhuan tribe, and your father, Chen, was an excellent pianist.]
[An often hums songs beside your cradle. In the sunshine, you stretch out your hands and wave them randomly, as if you are holding a baton and following the notes.]
[Your mother's singing and your father's piano accompanied you throughout your childhood]
"So cute, husband, do you think our child will also pursue a career in music in the future?" An couldn't let go and pinched your little face with a doting smile.
"As long as he likes it."
Chen gently touched the piano keys, playing a soothing melody.
An lay on his back and said with a smile: "Come to think of it, Jaina is about to give birth. If the baby is a girl, then we can arrange a marriage for her~"
"I won't get involved in your bestie's affairs."
Chen looked at An helplessly, "Love can't be forced."
An cutely smiled, "Yes, it reminds me of the first time you and I met, youth is so beautiful..."
"Whoa-!"
"Ah, the baby is angry~"
An pursed his lips and smiled, noticing that you were crying because you were ignored.
"It seems that little An Ming doesn't like to hear your love story either," Chen said with a smile, walking to the cradle with a gentle look, "An Ming, what a good name."
“Our children own tomorrow and will sing about tomorrow.”
[When you were three years old, you always sat quietly behind Chen, staring at the hands dancing on the piano keys without blinking, humming an unclear tune]
"You...remembered it?"
Chen was so shocked that he didn't know what to say for a moment. In the past year, since An Ming learned to speak, he began to learn the songs that An sang and the music he played.
No matter how complicated the song is, An Ming can hum it accurately after listening to it once.
Absolute pitch... is definitely not that simple, it can even be called the ultimate pitch. Chen knew at this moment that his child was destined to become a musician known throughout the world.
Even - one can step onto the highest stage, become a musician in the grand ceremony of harmony, and call for similar tunes.
"Dad, can music change the world?"
Three-year-old An Ming asked his father a question for the first time. He saw a tomorrow full of beauty and happiness in the music played by his parents.
Is this world such a happy place?
Chen squatted in front of An Ming and looked him in the eye. "The world may not be happy, but we can make people temporarily happy, and that's good enough."
"I want... to make everyone happy!"
“You can do it.”
Chen responded so affirmatively, believing from the bottom of his heart that his child could change the world.
[At the age of four, Chen began to teach you to play the piano, and your learning speed once again shocked your parents. In just one year, your piano level could be called professional. You could perfectly reproduce complex music scores with just one glance and add your own feelings to it.]
"Hello Auntie!"
"Welcome, Xiao Anming."
Jaina welcomes you with a smile and prepares refreshments.
An Ming was smiled at by An and was taken to Gianna's house. It was said that she was a very good friend of her mother, but she was supposed to practice the piano during this period.
An and Gianna were chatting enthusiastically in the living room. An Ming felt a little bored, so he left the living room alone and walked to the balcony.
Inside the open door on the side, there is a piano that has been covered in dust for a long time.
The notes on the music stand emerge deep in my mind at a glance, and when I touch the keys, it feels like my fingertips are following the beating of my heart.
Clear music came from the small room. A small and slender figure walked to the door with the help of the wall, blinking her beautiful blue eyes and looking in the direction of the music.
The breeze blew up the window screen. The boy with short golden hair closed his eyes and had a smile of enjoyment on his lips. The halo above his head flashed dazzling light in the illusion, sacred and inviolable.
Like... an angel fallen into the mortal world.