Chapter 165 There is never a lack of suffering in this world
In the dead of night in Kaspernyat, the robin failed to see the blue ocean it had been expecting. The pain of being overwhelmed by the war was like a wave, washing over the robin's cognition.
The robin had only experienced the natural disaster concerning the core of the star, and at this moment, he truly felt the suffering that could be caused by humans.
Perhaps as long as human beings exist, war will never disappear. This is an inevitable result of the advancement of history and a future that human beings will eventually face.
The robin knew that she could not save anything, and all she could do was light a small candle, but that was only a faint hope.
Saving everyone... That is a future that only exists in children's beautiful fantasies.
The robin has no power to change the world, all it can do is sing.
If he had the power, would everything that was happening before his eyes still happen? The robin didn’t know the answer, but he also felt deeply powerless.
"Hey, An Ming."
"You say...are we too naive?"
The robin looked at the dark sky, without a single star shining. She just blindly believed in hope, thinking that hope would bring happiness, but she forgot that there were some places where hope never existed.
Can singing praises bring hope?
Just as An Ming said, the robin is never a little bird in a greenhouse, and the big star with a beautiful face is not a vase.
The robin is very smart and good at thinking. After witnessing all this, he couldn't help but question himself.
Is the hope what she thinks it is, or is it just wishful thinking?
Robin likes to secretly watch the Pinocchio news with An Ming in his spare time. The boy in the picture has a steadiness that is inconsistent with his age.
When encountering difficulties, the robin always couldn't help but think, what would An Ming do?
Because of this, in a corner that An Ming had never noticed, his words and actions had a profound impact on Xiao Xiaoniao's methods of behavior and way of thinking.
The clever robin naturally also noticed the discordant sound that was subtly different from the harmony, but...An Ming was for the happiness of everyone.
If everyone can reach the ideal paradise of their dreams, does it really matter what method they use?
"Little bird, you just need to do your best to have a clear conscience," An Ming liked to stroke the robin's long hair, and said with gentle eyes, "Leave the rest to me."
"But...I want to be with you."
"You are with me now."
An Ming naturally knew what the robin really wanted to express, but the road to creating the Garden of Eden was full of mud and darkness, and the path belonging to the little bird should be the starry Milky Way, flying into the sky amid countless cheers.
The robin stood on the balcony, draped in a dreamy veil, with the dim sky reflected in its eyes.
Even in the war-torn Kaspernyat, the family still owns such a luxurious residence, and it seems that people's joys and sorrows can never be communicated.
"An Ming..." The robin made up his mind to change everything, starting from tomorrow.
But before that, she still needs courage.
The little bird took An Ming's hand and led him in a brisk dance on the balcony. "You know what? I once dreamed that you and I were dancing in the sky, with our white wings flying far away."
Under the same sky, the same dream.
If separation had never come, how could there be sadness? The robin forgot the content of the dream, and only remembered himself in the mirror with tears in his eyes after waking up.
"Don't leave me, okay?"
The robin said in a pleading tone that seeing the broken ruins again made her uncontrollably think of the natural disaster that had happened in the past, and she began to fear losing the person most precious to her.
It was clear that Pinocchio only existed in a sweet dream, but ever since he had been with An Ming, his deepest fears would appear in the form of dreams, always lingering deep in his mind.
An Ming just looked at her tenderly, hugged the little bird's body and kissed her red lips gently.
Under the dark sky, An Ming kissed his little bird affectionately. Even the biggest star in the galaxy would become sentimental when in love.
Birds also want a sense of security and are afraid that the people around them will leave quietly.
The lips parted for a long time.
The robin pursed her lips and smiled gently. This beauty made An Ming lose his mind. "What? Actually, I know that An Ming will never leave me."
"Yes, you are my little bird and I am your wings."
"Um..."
The robin raised his white neck, "Can I kiss you more?"
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As a new day arrives, the sun rises from the end of the horizon.
The singing of robins began to be heard throughout Kaspernyat, and their gentle voices could heal a painful heart and bring the comfort of hope.
It was as if an angel had descended upon me, saying softly, “Don’t give up.”
Inside the Republic's defense line, the crude temporary shelters were filled with dishevelled people. Most of them did not have time to take anything with them in order to escape, and could only pray for the war to end soon.
To them, it makes no difference which side wins in the end, whether it is the rebels or the parliament, because in the end, the only thing they will lose is their homes.
When the singing came, the little girl pointed at the speaker high up and asked in confusion: "Mom, why is there a sound over there? It sounds so good~"
“This voice is full of hope…”
"What's the use? You've all seen these days that those big shots from outer space are only concerned about the mineral veins," the man with the broken arm spat in a low voice.
"Those masters would never come to the front line in person. Didn't you see that? That big house couldn't be built even in the heyday of the parliament, but they took less than three days!"
The hope brought by the song was soon dispersed by the cold reality, and people's eyes were once again covered with numbness. Yes...what's the difference this time from the past?
No one would care about the lives of civilians. They would only perform unwarranted good deeds in front of the camera, but would not want to be stained by even a speck of dust.
But the next moment, the singing appeared in my ears.
It didn't come from the cold loudspeaker, but it really rang in my ears.
Angel-like white wings fell to the earth, and her gentle eyes gave warmth to everyone equally. She was wearing a snow-white dress, like a real angel descending.
The gentle voice sang a song full of hope, and the power of harmony spread to the sky, turning into drifting feathers and falling.
The pain in people's hearts and even the physical injuries all quietly dissipate in the singing.
The girl didn't say anything, but she conveyed to everyone what she wanted to say - there is never a lack of suffering in this world, and all she can do is sing of hope.
Regardless of the danger, the robin chose to come to the front line of the battlefield to sing hope for the people there.