Chapter 146 Son of Order
"The head of the family..."
"Ok, I know."
The man wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses that gave him an elegant look, and what was even more eye-catching was the black wings behind his ears. He was dressed in a solemn bishop's robe and held a thick black leather book in his hands.
"Survivors of the Cachipe Incident, reborn under the star core, twins of order..."
After the dean left quietly, Gophermu murmured softly and looked at the sky outside the window. Perhaps from this moment on, the plan would truly begin.
One day in the future, order will finally come, but we just need to wait patiently.
It takes time for seeds to grow into trees, and the oak family was not as prosperous as it is now. Newborn birds naturally need to wait until their wings are fully grown before flying into the world of order.
"Hello."
Gophermu looked at the three people outside the door and smiled kindly, "Welcome to the new world."
"Hello," An Ming nodded slightly. The slim-fitting suit made him feel uncomfortable. He still preferred casual clothes.
An Ming and Sunday, the robin between the black and white suits is like a beautiful blooming flower, being guarded behind them.
Gopherwood's deep gaze swept from Sunday and Robin to An Ming, "My name is Gopherwood, the head of the Oak family. I came here to sign an adoption agreement with the three of you."
"I'm very sorry about what happened to Kachipe. You are all members of the Tianhuan tribe, but you can't share this sorrow. All you can do is just a little bit to help."
Gophermu spoke sincerely, and extended his right hand to the three people, "Children, the Land of Dreams welcomes you. You have the power to change the world."
"Let us embrace the family and bathe in the light of harmony."
"Mr. Gopher..." Sunday pondered for a moment and thought it was a deal.
"I will give you everything, such as the little girl's dream of being on the stage," Gopher seemed to already know everything Sunday wanted.
Sunday doesn't care what he will become, as long as the robin's dream can come true, even if it means making a deal with the devil.
He would give anything as long as the robin could be happy.
"wrong."
The robin stepped forward and whispered, "It is our dream. We will use our own strength to realize it with our own hands."
An Ming looked at her with increasingly gentle eyes. His girl was always so innocent and kind. If possible... he hoped that she would never be exposed to the filthiness of the world.
Angels' wings should not land in a muddy swamp.
"No matter what method is used, the family will provide assistance." Gefeimu's eyes slowly fell on An Ming, and he asked with a smile: "What do you think, An Ming?"
"I'd like to join the family."
"very good."
Gefeimu nodded with satisfaction, his eyes behind the lenses opened slightly, and he showed An Ming an intriguing smile.
[At the age of eleven, under the arrangement of Gopher, you left the Oak Orphanage where you had lived for three years and came to the dream place of Pinocchio. You lived in the Oak family and became the training object that the head of the family paid special attention to.]
[Robin begins to receive professional training to become a star, and Sunday also begins to prepare for Duoyin]
"Enter."
An elegant voice came from inside the door. After An Ming opened the door, he saw Gefeimu sitting on the leather sofa. He pushed his glasses slightly.
"Here you go, sit down."
"Master, I won't sit down."
An Ming stood there calmly, his right arm still empty.
"Have you been to the Dream Pond?"
"Ah."
An Ming raised his head and whispered, "It's a beautiful dream."
Gefeimu read the hidden meaning between An Ming's words, "I was not wrong about you...you are indeed very special," but in fact it was a lie.
All he saw was his former self.
In his dreams, An Ming can regain his lost right arm, but dreams are just dreams after all, and he doesn't want to be imprisoned by beautiful dreams.
There are always people who are addicted to dreams, perhaps because reality is really too painful.
This world is not a beautiful place, that's why we need happy dreams like Pinocchio's to exist, to give those who are not favored by fate a brief happiness.
"I want everyone to be happy," An Ming said, not finding it ridiculous. "Master, what do you think?"
Gopher's right hand tapped lightly on the wood next to the sofa. "You know, in every era of order, there will be a pair of twins who will embark on a path favored by order."
He did not answer An Ming's question, but instead told a seemingly irrelevant story.
An Ming finally understood it all. The robin and the Sunday were just birds controlled at will by the person in front of him. They were two seeds of order that would one day grow into towering trees in the future.
Become the second "Wooden Grandpa".
But this tree could not grow out of the end of the birdcage no matter what.
"Do you think we are the same kind?" An Ming did not ask stupid questions like "Why are you telling me this?" It was obvious that Gefeimu had noticed him from the very beginning when he adopted the three people.
The fallen young genius of Cachipee, the end of a future Harmony Festival performer - An Ming had many labels and was often featured in newspapers during the three years following Cachipee's destruction.
In the silhouettes of those photos, the young boy has a sacred halo on his head and stands sideways with one arm under the sun, like a real god.
"You want to go to the opposite side of harmony?"
At this moment, An Ming sat on the sofa, silently staring at Gefeimu opposite him.
Gopher shook his head slightly, "In harmony, we embrace order." The eyes behind the mirror were extremely sharp. This was a risky move, but it was enough to change the future of Pinocchio.
The true Son of Order has arrived.
"If I say no, you'll choose between the robin and the Sunday, won't you?"
"And that person is destined to perish."
An Ming's answer made Ge Feimu applaud. It was hard for him to imagine that the boy in front of him was only eleven years old. "You are right, but this is fate."
Fate is always fair. Gopher gives the future, but it can also take away the future.
A bird in a cage is still a bird in a cage, no matter how high it flies.
"I will create a world where everyone can be happy, and for this..." An Ming's eyes were calm. If he had to choose one person to sacrifice -
“Even if it embraces order.”
As long as it can make everyone happy, he doesn't care what happens.
Gophermu couldn't suppress a low laugh, and the next moment, a brilliant colorful light shone, and his indifferent gaze suddenly turned into a bloodthirsty lion and locked onto An Ming.
"A triple-faced soul."
"Please use a hot iron to brand his tongue and palms."
"So that he may not tell lies or swear false oaths."