Chapter 149: Above All Living Things, One Person is Needed
[At the age of 13, you followed Gopher Wood and were arranged to study in the family academy. After graduation, you will be able to directly join the Oak family.]
[Pinoconi is extremely prosperous both in reality and in dreams. As a famous tourist planet, you have seen too much beauty and happiness here, and naturally there are more pain and misfortune]
[Like light and shadow, happiness and suffering are always relative. Under the light of happiness, pain is made to look more like misfortune.]
[At the age of 14, your grades are already the best in the school. You are impeccable in every aspect, and you have to clear out the love letters in your desk every day.]
She puffed out her cute little mouth, glanced at An Ming again, and then immediately looked away.
Robin was sulking alone. He watched An Ming throw a bunch of love letters into his backpack and muttered quietly, "What are you going to do with these love letters?"
Although she had received some love letters, they were nothing compared to the terrifying number of letters received by An Ming.
"Throw it away."
An Ming said calmly, "You don't want me to reply to each of them one by one, do you? Of course, it would be a good idea to give them to your brother so that he can practice his rejection writing skills."
"Brother will beat you up!"
The robin then showed a relieved expression, and came close to An Ming and said to him seriously: "You are still young, you are not allowed to fall in love casually."
"Ok?"
An Ming looked at the robin's increasingly perfect face, and wondered how many people would be obsessed with this face in the future.
He subconsciously stretched out his hand to touch the robin's soft hair, but froze in mid-air. Could he really give the robin the happiness it wanted?
The warm little hand held An Ming's hand and placed it on that beautiful cheek. The robin blinked its charming eyes and just looked at him quietly.
"Before...you wouldn't be so hesitant."
There was a hint of loss in those eyes, and the little wings behind the ears drooped down.
An Ming's hand felt the warmth of Robin's cheek, and then moved back to the soft hair, "Robin, I just want you to be happy."
"You and your brother always say that," the robin pouted angrily, moving his beautiful face closer, "but you all stay so far away from me!"
"If that's what you call happiness, I don't need it!"
The robin just wants to be with his closest family forever, but for An Ming...it seems like they are more than just a simple family.
After all, the feeling is completely different from when I see my brother. My heart beats faster when we are together, and I can't help but think about him after not seeing him for a long time. My heart also feels sad when I see his love letter.
The robin couldn't help blushing and his heart beating fast when he thought of this. Isn't this the classic state of mind of a young girl in love?
But they are still young, and if her brother knew about this, he would definitely give her a lesson.
If An Ming knew what Xiao Xioniao was thinking, he would probably comfort her with a smile: It’s okay, your brother couldn’t have the heart to teach his dearest sister a lesson, in the end he’s the only one who will die.
Even if the robin went nuclear on Pinocchio, it would still be Pinocchio's fault in Sunday's eyes.
Don’t ask. The answer is that the robin cannot be wrong. The one who is wrong is either An Ming or the world.
Classroom at dusk.
An Ming looked at the sunset outside the window, but pretended to hold the robin's hand accidentally.
The robin lowered its head slightly shyly, but was curious and wanted to see An Ming's expression. Finally, An Ming gently pulled it into his arms. Its cheeks immediately turned red, and it couldn't even utter a word.
Although the little bird talked big, when it really started, it was too shy to move.
"An Ming..."
"Ok?"
"I like you."
The two of them leaned against each other, shoulder to shoulder, holding each other's hands tightly.
[At the age of 15, you started practicing piano with Robin in your spare time, teaching her piano skills, and also thinking about what kind of song would be suitable as the first song for your debut.]
[The robin tells you that when you grow up, you will participate in the Pinocchio idol election. If you can stand out in the voting, you will get more display resources.]
[At the age of 16, you began to appear more often beside Gopherm, and your gentle smile quickly became popular on the big screen. Countless fans flocked to you and formed a fan club for you on the Internet]
[The fallen musical genius—this label was picked up from the ruins by reporters and hung on your head again, but it is just a title]
[At the age of 17, while becoming a monastic in Duoyin, Sunday encountered many confusions. Under the arrangement of Gopher, he became a volunteer of the church. When he came of age, he could serve as a novice priest to help the people of Pinocchio sort out their inner confusion.]
"Rare."
"what do you mean?"
"Not with the robin?"
church.
Sunday held a black book in his hand and nodded slightly with a gentle but murderous look. Now he has accepted the fact that Robin likes An Ming.
There was no way he couldn't refuse to accept it. After all, when they were at home, the two of them sat side by side on the sofa in the living room and held hands in front of him, but fortunately there was no further intimate behavior.
Sunday was definitely unpleasant, but deep down I didn’t find it particularly hard to accept.
He had seen that his sister had liked An Ming since she was a child. Moreover, although An Ming was a golden retriever, he was not the type of golden retriever who looked like a ghost holding an ultrasound form.
Sunday was relieved that Robin was with Anming, but he was unhappy.
The robin's heart was taken away that afternoon more than ten years ago, and until today it has never wavered in the slightest.
"Do I have to bring a robin to see you?" An Ming sat next to Sunday with a smile, squinting at the statue that was particularly eye-catching in the sun.
"What's the matter?"
"You seem to be worried lately, so please pay attention to your family."
An Ming raised his eyebrows and took the black book from Sunday's hand. "It seems that these days in church have had a profound impact on you."
Sunday leaned on the bench, watching the people coming and going in the church, and said calmly, "These people are all praying to God for a better future with hope."
"The light of harmony embraces all beings, but it is only light."
Gods exist, but they are ethereal and traceless.
Sunday murmured to himself: "Above all living things, there needs to be someone who can give all living things a future. That is the 'paradise' in our minds."
"For this...you want to become a god above all living beings?"
"I just want everyone to get justice," Sunday said with a chuckle. "Well, as long as the robin is happy, that's enough."
Perhaps he was thinking too much, or perhaps paradise was a vague future.
Zhou Li was just telling An Ming about his ideals, but he didn't notice the serious look that flashed across An Ming's eyes.