Chapter 148 Be Your Right Hand
[At the age of 12, as the Son of Order appointed by Gopher, you followed him and appeared in various family trees. In just half a year, the entire Pinocchio knew that a young spokesperson appeared beside the head of the Oak family.]
[It is said that the spokesperson is as gentle as an angel, possesses a divinity that cannot be looked at directly, is reborn from destruction, and is able to redeem all living beings through harmony.]
[You don't care about these discussions, but just appear silently beside Gophermu, using your impeccable smile and perfect manners to convince everyone you see. Your extremely handsome face makes countless girls obsessed.]
"An Ming!"
The call of the robin called An Ming to his stop. The light blue hair had a pleasant fragrance, and the familiar scent enveloped his whole body.
"I haven't seen you much recently," she hugged An Ming from behind, placing her hands on An Ming's chest. The clean scent emanating from her wrists was as fresh as the grass after rain.
The 12-year-old robin is tall and graceful, just like a bamboo shoot that has suddenly grown a lot taller after the rain, and the tenderness between its eyebrows and eyes is even more eye-catching.
That exquisite little dress is like wings flying to freedom, and every frown and smile seems to be able to touch the heartstrings.
Beautiful, confident, and generous, Robin possesses all the good things a girl should have. She is born to stand on the stage and become the brightest star.
An Ming turned around with a smile. He had seen too many realities in the past year following Gophermu. He had matured visibly, but in front of the robin, he was still the same.
"I've been busy lately, how about practicing singing?"
"My teacher said I'm very talented, but..." The robin pursed his lips and blinked his thin eyelashes, "I want to sing your song."
This is their agreement.
An Ming wants to be the lyricist of Robins, and she will travel across the galaxy with their songs.
The childhood promise was no joke, and the robin was fulfilling it seriously.
"As long as you want to sing."
An Ming raised his left hand and smiled, "It's a pity that I can't play for you in person." The former piano genius had long since died in the ruins of Kachipe, along with his dreams and past, crushed into dust.
Robin took An Ming's hand and said seriously, "Come with me."
"...good."
An Ming smiled slightly and didn't say that his schedule was tight and he had several important meetings to attend.
Compared to the robin, none of this matters and there is no need to care.
The Oak family's manor is very spacious, so there is naturally no lack of a piano room. Robin pulled An Ming all the way to the piano room.
There were familiar music scores placed in front of the piano, as well as some girls' casually placed coats.
Robin pulled An Ming to the piano, pressed his shoulders and sat him on the soft leather chair, "You know how to play this song, right?"
It was the music piece composed by the robin's father, and it was also the first song An Ming played for the robin in that small ordinary piano room.
The sunlight fell on the boy's face, his eyes were closed, and his hands danced like elves.
The robins liked that kind of peace and quiet.
"Robin, you should know that I can't play the piano," An Ming smiled gently, but there was a brief flash of pain in his eyes.
The family's medical skills can regenerate his right arm, or even replace it with a more advanced mechanical prosthetic arm, and it will be no problem to plate it with pure gold.
But it wasn't his hand.
Just like the illusory right arm in a dream, beautiful but false.
It is indeed useful, but An Ming doesn't want to do it.
This body is the only remaining memory and the last gift his parents left him.
"Don't talk," Robin elegantly stroked the hem of her skirt and sat beside him, reaching out to straighten the music sheet, "Shall we start?"
An Ming turned his head to look at the robin, but found that the gentle little face was extremely serious, and its eyes were staring at the music score without blinking.
"take it easy."
He smiled slightly, and pressed the piano keys as he had done countless times before.
The familiar tune sounded again, echoing in the piano room, and just before the notes were about to fall -
The white fingertips fell firmly, and the robin continued the rhythm of the melody, playing on behalf of An Ming.
Both An Ming and the robin were very familiar with this piece of music and could play it completely without looking at it. The harmonious music sounded again.
Sunday was leaning outside the piano room, revealing a rare faint smile.
“Isn’t this still playable?”
He did not disturb the harmonious figures of the couple, but quietly left while listening to the familiar piano music.
"I... did it," when the last syllable fell, the robin hugged An Ming excitedly, tears of joy overflowing from the corners of his eyes.
"Well, you did."
An Ming rubbed her head and accidentally stroked the white feathers behind her ears.
The little bird's cheeks immediately turned red, but she still did not let go. Instead, she raised her pretty face, which was full of determination at this moment.
"From today on, I will be your right hand."
"You always say that I was born to be a big star in the galaxy...but what about you? An Ming, I want to tell you - you are born to be the best pianist!"
The robin had practiced for a long time for this moment, just to achieve perfect sync with An Ming and become his new "right hand".
Ever since the disaster at Catchpete, Robin and Sunday had tacitly agreed not to mention anything about the piano again, in order not to irritate An Ming.
But the robin couldn't bear to watch An Ming lose his brilliance.
Why does the boy who was once as warm and shining as the sun now have such empty eyes and no longer have the passion he once had for music?
You can say she is nosy, or that you can't understand unless you experience the same suffering.
That’s what robins do!
"Thank you."
An Ming put her head on Robin's shoulder. She couldn't see the boy's face, but she could feel the slight rise and fall of his shoulders.
The robin raised a gentle arc at the corner of his mouth, hugged An Ming tightly in his arms, and after confirming that there was no one around, he whispered: "I will always be your little bird."
There was a sound of something being crushed outside the door. Sunday, who had just taken a few steps, took several deep breaths before he could resist the urge to rush back and kick the guy hard into outer space.
In the end, he didn't go on Sunday. He saw the sincere smile on the robin's face...Yes, as long as the robin was happy, it didn't hurt to endure it for a while.
The fact that Robin likes An Ming is known to everyone except the two parties involved.
Zhou Li just thought it was ridiculous. Could An Ming really not see it? Or was he unwilling to see it?
But considering that they are still young, if An Ming still looks like this when the robin grows up, even if he is a family member... Sunday doesn't mind letting An Ming never see the robin again.