Chapter 154 Birds Flying High
"The champion of this Harmony Contest has been announced. Ms. Robin, who ranked first in both the preliminary results and popularity, has successfully won the championship and will become the future representative of Harmony at Pinocchio."
"The original song "Red High Heels" from the finals topped the Pinoconnie Music Chart, the Galaxy Pop Music Chart, and the World Topic Chart in just one night."
"It is reported that this song was written by Miss Mockingbird's exclusive lyricist. This is also the first time they have worked together. I look forward to the two of you bringing better music works in the future."
"The following is an interview with fans at the scene——"
"Miss Robin is a god! I live for this show!"
"The robin does not need the Harmony Canon to prove her worth; the Harmony Canon needs the robin to prove that it is the most valuable Canon of Pinocchio."
"I felt that Robin had a future ten years ago. What? You don't believe me, I've been a fan for ten years!"
Suddenly, a white-haired man wearing a mask appeared in the camera, holding a banner and shouting at the top of his lungs: "The robin is the best in the world!"
He is also the president of the Robin Fan Club, and he just shouted himself hoarse during the performance.
"Ms. Mockingbird, many fans are looking forward to your next song. Could you please reveal the content?"
The robin in front of the camera was elegant and beautiful, holding the trophy in his left hand and smiling gently: "Then I hope everyone will look forward to it."
She held the trophy in her left hand, as if to tell An Ming and Zhou Ri that this was the trophy they had won together.
The colorful ribbons falling from the sky are like a dreamy rain, falling on the robin's long hair and embellishing its beautiful eyes like the Milky Way.
The stars were shining in the night sky, and the robin was standing in the center of the Milky Way - shining brightly.
An Ming was watching the robin on the stage from the back of the audience. In a trance, he seemed to see the little bird break free from the shackles and fly away into the farther sky with its pure white wings.
If this is the robin's dream, then let it come true here.
"younger sister..."
In the corner, Sunday put down the banner and cheering stick, and the shining robin on the stage was reflected in his eyes.
The bird flying high, is it flying to the sky, or...
In Sunday's eyes, the robin was more like an endless fall, and the sky was an endless blue abyss, going to an unreachable other side.
He began to worry that the little bird flying into the sky would be hurt.
But now, all that needs to be done is to wish him well. Sunday also understands that he cannot keep the robin in a safe cage forever, and one day he will need to fly into the sky.
That's... freedom.
True unfettered freedom.
From this day on, the legend of the robin began to unfold in Pinocchio.
As a newly debuted singer, she became famous in Pinocchio in just one month. During the golden hour, the most eye-catching holographic billboards were replaced with Robin advertisements.
The girl with long blue hair and bright eyes signed her name in front of the camera with lipstick in hand, writing a miracle called the robin.
The girl from a humble background made her way to Pinocchio's biggest stage step by step, and even became a hot candidate for the Harmony Festival overnight.
In subsequent interviews, Robin seldom mentioned her past misfortunes. She just smiled and talked about the help her family had given her, Sunday's silent contribution as her agent, and the lyrics that An Ming had tailored for her.
The robin in front of the camera is so beautiful, like a rising star.
"why?"
The robin bit her lower lip in dissatisfaction, "That's your song, it should have your name added to it." She wanted the world to know about An Ming's existence.
"I don't need to be known by people," An Ming pinched the corner of the robin's mouth and gently lifted the small corner of its mouth upwards.
The robin was annoyed by An Ming's cute smile, and soon he stretched out his hands and rubbed An Ming's face up and down, showing a gesture of revenge.
Probably no one would have thought that the robin also has such a childish side. Although the little bird has now become a beautiful big star, it still looks as cute as a little bird in front of An Ming.
"Little bird, our big star can't have any scandals," An Ming explained with a smile as he let the robin rub his face into different shapes.
The robin raised his eyebrows in displeasure, with some complicated emotions flashing in his eyes, "But... I also want to fulfill your dream."
"My dream has come true," An Ming stretched out his left hand and touched the robin's cheek. At this moment, that pretty face was stained with melancholy.
She wanted to play the notes of her childhood on the same stage with An Ming.
The robin stood up angrily and said word by word: "What if that's not a scandal?"
"It will probably dominate the headlines tomorrow, and my nascent business will get bogged down and may never take off again."
What An Ming said was not very direct. The reality was often countless times more cruel than what he said. Once the robin lost its value, she would have no room to resist.
The little bird still has a long way to go, this is just the first step.
Not long ago, Sunday tore up dozens of advertising invitations in front of him, and angrily said that these shameful advertisers who wanted to tarnish the innocence of the robin should go bankrupt immediately.
Those borderline or even explicit advertisements are simply ridiculous and must not be allowed to pollute the pure white sky of the robin on Sundays.
Neither Sunday nor Anming would tell the robin about these. All she needed to do was bring hope and purity to the world.
As long as the robin is happy.
The little bird pouted cutely. Although it understood An Ming's approach, it was still a little unhappy. Its face showed "Come and coax me, or I'll be angry and show you."
"Be good, you still have to shoot a commercial tomorrow morning, so go to bed early."
"Humph."
Robin turned her back to An Ming, leaving only her graceful back to him, with her snow-white skin revealed under her slim skirt.
Every little movement of the little bird as an adult contains irresistible charm, or it can be said that this charm is filled in every inch of its body.
Robin didn't understand why An Ming could be so calm. Was she so unattractive?
After she finished worrying about it, she found that the room was quiet. She turned her head and found that An Ming had fallen into a peaceful sleep leaning against the pillow.
The robin clenched its cute little fist and almost punched An Ming on the head.
But after hesitating for a few seconds, she put her hand down, moved closer to An Ming, hugged his arm and gently closed her eyes.
This is what I saw when I opened the door on Sunday.
The robin hugged An Ming's arm, a happy smile on his face, and slept soundly.