Chapter 152: Repay with Song
[At the age of 19, at the request of Gopher, you became the acting head of the Oak family, performing the duties of an agent before Gopher officially became the dream master]
[The dark side of the family unfolds before you without reservation, like a dark cloud or a birdcage with no end]
This year, Robin turned eighteen and officially participated in Pinocchio's most popular talent show. As long as he passed the preliminary round, he would be selected for the finals and become a star that the whole galaxy would pay attention to.
The robin on the screen was gentle and beautiful. He passed the preliminary auditions with a huge advantage by singing only a few of Pinocchio's classic songs, and also ranked among the top ten in the popularity vote.
"Thank you for your support and love. I will bring you more high-quality songs in the future. Of course, I also want to thank my family for their support."
The robin on the screen smiled brightly at the camera, showing its confidence and gentleness to the fullest.
"You watch this kind of show too?"
Annie hugged the soft pillow on the sofa and looked at An Ming curiously. In her impression, this guy had never been interested in low-level entertainment.
"Like that robin?"
"Ah."
"what?"
Annie blinked in shock, this was completely different from the An Mingke she knew. That guy should have said something like "I'm not interested in women, this is all for Pinocchio" with a cold face.
“I’m her lyricist.”
Looking at the drizzle outside the window, An Ming put down the notebook in his hand. He had not been able to come up with satisfactory lyrics in the past year. He always felt that there was something missing.
Annie leaned against the window with interest and said, "Actually, I also have some interest in music. In the past...ah, nothing." She touched the waiter's ribbon on her arm and smiled sadly.
"We have known each other for more than a year."
"Yeah, almost."
"You never asked me...right?"
There was never any sympathy in An Ming's eyes when he looked at her, and that look made Annie feel very comfortable.
"I'm actually very lucky to be able to work for the family," Annie leaned against the window sill where the rain was falling, raised her head and whispered, "It's actually a very boring story. Once upon a time, there was a little girl who experienced a disaster and ended up becoming a waitress for the Iris family to earn credit points."
"It's just that I have less time to rest, it's no big deal," Annie said lightly, as if she was telling a story that had nothing to do with her.
Annie pulled out an old diary from the desk beside her and smiled proudly, "Well, I used to like writing songs too."
"Hugging the sofa, sleepy eyes, messy hair."
"But I want to be as cool as the protagonist of the movie~"
She took out a tattered wooden guitar from somewhere, which was completely out of place in the entire Pinocchio, but the sound she played was so moving.
Between the rain and the light, the raindrops are like threads, weaving a blueprint of dreams in Annie's singing.
Everyone has had a dream, maybe it’s about living, or maybe it’s about forgetting, but there’s always a shining past.
When the dust is wiped off, the dusty gem will shine again.
An Ming saw that look again, full of hope. They were all in Pinocchio, so why was Annie like a free bird outside a cage?
Life brings her pain, but she can still repay it with songs.
When the singing gradually stopped, An Ming clapped his hands, "It sounds great."
"It's my honor to be praised by a big shot like you," Annie said with a smile, throwing the acoustic guitar to An Ming.
"If I were a big shot, the world wouldn't be like this."
An Ming was still a little uncomfortable using his right hand in the dream, so he held the guitar and played a few notes casually. The elegant music was so warm.
Annie stared blankly at An Ming who was holding the guitar, then leaned against the wall and closed her eyes.
Amid the sound of the drizzling rain, the music passed through the small house, but was soon drowned out by the commercials between the screens, never to be heard again.
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"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to watch the finals of Pinoconi's Harmony Selection Competition, which is held once every ten years. After the exciting preliminary rounds, the finalists have been announced—"
"So who will win the only crown this year and get the Pinocchio Gold Award?"
Backstage of the performance.
"Brother...are you okay?" Robin looked at Sunday worriedly. His brother's face had been extremely stiff three hours ago, as if he was about to vomit at any time after being carsick.
"I am fine."
Zhou Ri pulled An Ming away with a sullen look on his face and said stiffly, "I am so nervous that I want to vomit. What should I do?"
An Ming: “?”
"Oh no, Mockingbird didn't tell me that today was your final."
"you!"
Sunday sighed silently. The youngest acting priest of the Oak family was so nervous that he almost vomited.
He had been nervous since Sunday three days ago. He couldn't understand why An Ming could still hum a little tune so calmly.
"People who don't like the robin's song should become deaf. Isn't that what you said?" An Ming patted Zhou Ri's shoulder and comforted him, "Believe in the robin."
"Of course I believe it!"
Sunday clenched his fists and said, "If those ignorant netizens dare to smear Robin again, I will catch them all through the Internet and kill them all."
Ever since Robin participated in the preliminary round, groundless negative information about him has flooded the Internet. An Ming sometimes sees Robin pursing his lips in grievance, staring at those false accusations and falling into unspeakable melancholy.
Fortunately, Robin is an extremely strong woman at heart. She did not fall down because of this. Instead, she advanced to the final with an even more perfect performance.
"The robin will conquer everyone with his strength."
An Ming believes in robins and their songs.
The seeds sown in youth have already taken root, sprouted, and grown into big trees, and now is the time for them to bloom.
The little bird can spread its white wings and fly to the sky that belongs to her.
An Ming picked up a clean white cloth and wiped the halo above the robin's head. He met the little bird's gentle eyes. The tender blue eyes just stared at him quietly.
“I really like your songs.”
She said softly, her cheeks flushing a little.
Three days ago, An Ming finally completed the song he promised to give to the robin. The robin showed a look of surprise when he first saw the lyrics.
After that came deep shyness.
Those lyrics...are basically a confession!