Chapter 162 It's You, That's Okay
Drag.
Drag.
The little bird cutely tugged at An Ming's sleeve, blinked its eyes, and made a playful expression.
An Ming looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, mourning his room that had been hit by the nuclear explosion. From outside the building, he could see the billowing smoke coming out of the window.
With a great effort, Taichu Youwei blew the bedroom of the Oak family master into ruins.
Robin and An Ming sat side by side on the steps outside the manor, looking up to admire the aftermath of the explosion.
"An Ming."
"Ok?"
"In fact, there was a time when I was wondering if this feeling was family affection, just like the one between me and my brother," Robin held his cheeks with both hands, looked at An Ming quietly, and couldn't help but reveal a fascinated smile.
"Later I realized that it wasn't the case. My heart would beat faster when I was with An Ming. I wanted to get closer to you and want to... kiss you."
The little bird turned its beautiful face away shyly, but couldn't help but secretly glance at An Ming. She saw that the halo above his head was much more stable now and no longer as dazzling as before.
An Ming looked up at the sky and murmured, "I thought that as long as I didn't accept it, I would be able to stay away from the pain, but every bit of the past is a foreshadowing that cannot be withdrawn."
When it comes to love, your efforts may not be rewarded, but the companionship over the past twenty years has been real every day.
His rejection of Mockingbird was the greatest disservice to her.
What's more, An Ming also likes the little bird with light and hope in its eyes, since the first time he met it as a child.
Is it possible in this world that two people can love each other but cannot be together?
That doesn't make sense, so An Ming doesn't plan to continue suppressing this emotion. The best response is to face up to his feelings for the robin.
The good news is that the robin loves him too.
The bad news is that from now on, every day will be Sunday - and now Pinocchio will one day be completely destroyed by Sunday's Taichu Yi.
"Your brother is quite talented," An Ming thought for a long time and finally said, "To be honest, I think he is more suitable to be the head of the family."
I feel that Sunday is much more harmonious than him. He can understand the simplified version of Taichu Youxing so early. With time, he will surely be able to create the real paradise.
"Pfft."
The robin swung its two white legs with a smile, leaned on An Ming's shoulder and replied with a smile: "Brother has always wanted to share some of the burden for you, but he didn't expect that the power of harmony would be improved under such circumstances."
An Ming naturally knew everything Sunday had done. Although his brother, who was obsessed with his sister, always said he would give him a knife, he still secretly shared many of the Oak family's affairs with him.
"The time to go to Kaspernyat-8 has been set. It's the day after tomorrow. It's just you and me." The eyes of the robin suddenly showed a bit of girlish shyness. She hugged An Ming's arm and murmured:
"Do you think this is a honeymoon?"
"Cough cough!"
Not far away, Brother Zhou Tian was wiping his face with a towel. An Ming almost laughed out loud again when he thought of the Zhou Ri who was covered in dust and had a big afro not long ago. It was really rare to see him in such a disheveled state.
"Sister, I suddenly realized that it would be a good idea for me to accompany you to Kaspernyat," Sunday pretended to be indifferent as he walked up to the two of them and glared at An Ming casually.
"The An family master is very busy, we can't bother him all the time."
"It's okay. I feel relieved with a reliable deputy head of the family here," An Ming smiled kindly. He would not give in again.
“You—Hey!”
Sunday let out a long sigh and sat down on the steps resigned to his fate. "Mockingbird, you have liked him since you were a child. Where does this guy get such great magic power?"
"Hmm? Brother, that's not right," the robin smiled and said playfully, "Brother, you must like An Ming very much, otherwise you wouldn't have allowed me to associate with him a long time ago."
Sunday covered his head and yelled a few times at the ground in a very ungraceful manner, which was a rare moment when he lost his rationality.
Then he turned his head sharply, grabbed An Ming's collar, and said with cold eyes: "You'd better not let the robin down."
"I swear to love robins all my life."
The sincerity in An Ming's eyes quickly melted the coldness in Zhou Ri's eyes. In the end, Zhou Ri smiled helplessly and said, "It's you, that's fine too."
The profound meaning of these four words may only be known by these three people.
If it were someone else, Sunday would rather the robin hate him for the rest of his life than let go so easily.
But that was An Ming. They had been living together for twenty years, from childhood to adulthood, and they had helped each other to get to where they are today.
Sunday never expresses affirmation directly, this is his unique pride.
But at this moment, Sunday was willing to entrust the robin's happiness to An Ming, just because he also believed in An Ming.
Growing up is a painful thing. Growing up means overthrowing all the beautiful things you imagined in childhood and facing the darkness and sadness that you never thought of.
After the Kachipe disaster, they were forced to grow up early and face this cruel world.
All Sunday could do was to try his best to protect the robin under his wings, but when he looked up, he could always see the figure in front of him - that determined figure always walked in front with shining light, blocking the deepest darkness and evil thoughts for them.
Those gentle wings protected them as they moved forward.
So, he was so convinced.
An Ming can change the world.
Some people are born to save the world. Zhou Ri believes that An Ming is the god sent by God who will create the paradise of dreams in the future.
"Brother~"
A look of joy flashed across the robin's face. He excitedly hugged An Ming and gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek.
There is nothing more joyful than receiving the blessing of family, and this moment Sunday truly recognized An Ming's identity.
The robin thought very far into the future. In the future, they would leave their footprints all over the galaxy and have cute babies. She would be responsible for teaching the babies to sing, and An Ming would write lyrics to make money.
By then, perhaps she will no longer be a star, and will find a quiet place, rent a manor and plant flowers.
"Thank you, Mockingbird."
"Huh? Why do you have to say thank you?"
"Thank you for loving me."
"You're welcome~"
The robin pinched An Ming's cheek and said with a smile: "I am your little bird. I can't get rid of you even if I want to. I will follow you forever!"
"Life is very long."
"That doesn't matter. Even if An Ming becomes an old man, I will still be by your side singing old-age disco for you."
"Stupid robin."
"Foolish An Ming!"
The robin smiled sweetly and snuggled happily in Anming's arms, just hoping that this moment would never end.
Joy be upon you, such a beautiful moment must not be a dream.