Chapter 150 Shackles
[At the age of 18, as the first graduate of the academy, you were immediately arranged by Gopher to practice at a golden time. Whether it is talent or music, you have impeccable and perfect performance. Pinocchio’s major newspapers have interviewed you.]
[In front of the reporter, you just smiled and responded: "I want to create a world where everyone can be happy"]
[This sounds like an extremely official answer, but it is what you really think in your heart]
Daydream Hotel.
In the years since arriving in Pinocchio, An Ming has rarely been to the real Pinocchio, which is this dreamland filled with happiness and beauty.
Sometimes the robin would drag him around during the golden hours, and sometimes An Ming would drive without a license and take the robin for a ride in his dreams, only to be stopped by Sunday with a sullen face.
The golden moment, just like its name, every moment here is as precious as gold, and every minute and second spent is a happiness that cannot be touched by the outside world.
An Ming raised his head and gazed at the bright moon hanging high in the sky. Everything here was so beautiful, but it was not reality.
A real paradise should not be such a false thing, and what he wants to change is definitely not a so-called dream.
One day, he wanted reality to become a reality that was happier than dreams.
Suddenly, a figure fell towards her, and white hair scattered in the sky.
An Ming supported the pretty figure with one hand, "Are you okay?" He noticed that there was a badge on the girl's chest that symbolized the Iris family.
The girl's distinctive pink eyes blinked slightly, and after a brief moment of confusion, she suddenly woke up, hurriedly left An Ming's arms, and kept bowing to apologize.
"I'm sorry. Please forgive me."
The girl did not try to find an excuse, but just apologized awkwardly, like a frightened deer, her skinny body trembling slightly.
An Ming had never seen such a thin person in this beautiful dream. It looked like he had not eaten for several days, and there were extremely obvious dark circles around his eyes.
"Don't be nervous, I'm just a tourist," An Ming comforted the girl gently without revealing his true identity.
The girl stole a glance at the halo above An Ming's head and whispered, "I am a waiter from the Iris family, responsible for guiding the dreams of the Daydream Hotel."
"Aini, trainee waiter."
Annie bowed deeply again to express her apology and stared at An Ming with complicated eyes.
Perhaps the person in front of him does not know what the Tianhuan clan represents in the Oak family... After all, the head of the Oak family who is about to become the master of the dream is from the Tianhuan clan.
In the dream, no one dared to look down on any member of the Tianhuan tribe.
"An Ming."
An Ming smiled and stretched out his hand. Annie hesitated for a moment, looked at it carefully for a few seconds before nervously holding it.
"Hello, Mr. An Ming, is there anything I can help you with?" Annie's etiquette was obviously professionally trained, but her movements were inevitably a little weak.
"I think what you need most right now is rest. How many days have you not slept?"
"Two days..."
"Well, go and rest now."
"......" Annie pinched the edge of her skirt with both hands, lifted the hem slightly and bowed to An Ming, "Thank you for your concern."
She smiled, turned around and slowly walked away.
An Ming only felt an indescribable alienation, as the girl in front of him never really opened her heart to him.
He also needs to make a trip to the dream-building border area. Gophermu intends to let him try the job of a dream builder and personally experience the weaving and creation of dreams.
As a son of order, An Ming must understand the entirety of Pinocchio's dream.
Everything in a dream cannot be thought of with real thinking. For example, opening up a new dream at the border of a dream is a process as absurd as playing with building blocks.
An Ming knew that the power he possessed was more like covering the imagined reality than a dream, just like turning on the creative mode in the real world.
Comparable to the real creator of the world.
But this power still has its limits. At the current level, restoring the Harmonious Pigeon in memory is the limit of what can be done.
If this ability was given by God, he would not be allowed to use it to save the world.
Or is he currently not capable enough to fully harness this world-changing power?
An Ming, who returned from the dream-building border, thought thoughtfully, if he could combine memory overwriting with the ability to create dream buildings, would it be feasible to achieve it in dreams first?
While thinking, An Ming saw a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye. Annie, who was wearing a waiter's uniform, walked weakly step by step, holding on to the wall, until she completely lost consciousness and fell straight to the ground.
Before that, An Ming caught the fallen Annie steadily.
It was thirteen hours later when Annie woke up again. She stared at the gorgeous ceiling in a daze.
"I went to check the clock-in records."
An Ming placed warm water beside the bed and said, "You've worked for 51 hours straight, are you going to die?"
Annie smiled weakly and gave a very simple reason, "I'm short of money." She cherished life more than anyone else, but life did not allow her to rest.
In the golden moment, An Ming has witnessed many different kinds of happiness, and everyone who comes here has a happy smile on his face.
There was no pity in An Ming's eyes, only self-blame.
Annie couldn't help but feel a little confused. It was the first time she had seen such a strange person.
"Please give me some more time," An Ming did not say those meaningless words, nor would he use credit points to insult the strong girl in front of him.
"You are really weird."
Ai Ni smiled and extended her hand to An Ming, "Maybe we can become good friends. Feel free to come to me when you need me in the golden hour."
The beautiful pink eyes are very girlish. Annie wanted to get up from the bed, but in the end she just stretched and turned over.
"Well... looks like I won't be able to clock in today. Goodnight."
Annie said weakly, lying on the soft pillow and muttering softly: "Such a soft pillow, I can't even sleep on it in my dreams..."
She fell asleep quickly, uttering soft, regular sounds.
An Ming silently watched the sleeping Annie. It turned out that there could be pain even in beautiful dreams. Does the ideal paradise really exist?
What kind of shackles does Annie carry?