Chapter 172 Is the sky crying?

Sunday knows the ideal of peace and enlightenment.

They were once a family fighting side by side, but the premise of all this was the happiness of the robin.

The ideal paradise, what a wonderful happiness.

But what's the point if the robin can no longer smile from the heart?

"When did we... drift apart?" Sunday looked at the sun in the sky with a hint of sigh in his eyes.

How many times must a person experience separation in his life before he gets used to the pain in his heart? Sunday only felt a dull pain in his heart. No matter what the final outcome was, they could never go back to the past.

The god-like An Ming stood high in the sky, above all living beings, judging all the evil in the world. He created the original appearance of the Garden of Eden based on the land of Pinoconi, which was full of false dreams.

Sunday didn't believe that An Ming would hurt the robin. No one knew better than him how much An Ming cherished his sister. Apart from himself and his mother, An Ming was the person who loved the robin most in the world.

The tenderness that was unintentionally revealed in the eyes looking at the robin was definitely not fake, otherwise how could she get his recognition and blessing.

"An Ming, in my eyes, the original home is the real Garden of Eden."

Sunday knew that all this would never happen again, and the house that once held countless happy memories would never be filled with laughter again.

He liked to sit on the sofa holding that obscure book, with the singing of the robins practicing and the sound of An Ming playing the piano ringing in his ears.

The family's weapons began to aim at An Ming in the sky, and the main guns of the ships outside the planet emitted dangerous lights.

However, An Ming's body gradually became transparent in the continuous burning, and his wings continued to burn into dust in the golden flames.

The black and the white are all withering before my eyes.

Is this true happiness? Father, mother, do you see it?

An Ming murmured to himself, has he become what his parents expected him to be?

The soul is stripped away bit by bit, leaving only emptiness and obsession.

The main guns of hundreds of ships burst out with powerful energy beams, blasting towards the sun in the sky, causing violent explosions.

"An Ming."

"An Ming——!"

Amidst the terrifying energy reaction, the white wings slowly spread out, blocking all attacks for An Ming. The robin gently reached out his hand and stroked An Ming's broken cheek.

"Mockingbird...?"

In the interval between his mental breakdown, An Ming seemed to see the robin again, its eyes just as full of hope and light as before.

"How can I be happy in a world without you?" The robin hugged An Ming tightly and flew him to a higher sky. "A home with you is the real Garden of Eden."

"Come back, An Ming."

"You've worked so hard, it's time to take a break, idiot..."

The robin's tears dripped onto An Ming's face, and the halo above his head that was on the verge of collapse regained stability at the last moment.

An Ming reached out and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of the robin's eyes and whispered, "Don't cry, my little bird." He looked at the robin and only understood very simple things at the end of his life.

The world never changes because of one person.

The only one he wanted to protect was the robin.

The eternally burning wings, with holy gold, are passed to the palm of the robin.

The halo completely shattered with a crisp sound, turning into scattered golden powder, like stars in the sky, dotted between the wings of the robin.

I have come a long way, so far that I have forgotten my original self.

It turned out that as early as that afternoon, he had already obtained the real Garden of Eden.

The sun finally sets, and then comes the shining light of harmony.

"Goodbye, robin."

"If it's you, then it can be done."

The real Garden of Eden does not exist anywhere.

Everyone's desired Garden of Eden and the happiness they desire are different.

Even if the road ahead is dark, as long as we walk hand in hand and are connected by love, the Garden of Eden will not disappear.

The Garden of Eden is within our hearts.

The burnt out soul turned into countless golden points of light and merged into the wings of the robin, leading her out of the mortal world.

Warm wings are like rain, healing the pain, returning the lost, and repairing the destroyed.

It was like a dream. When I woke up, there were only traces of tears left on my cheeks.

"It's a robin!"

"The robin saved the pinocchio!"

"The great robin will return to her faithful pinocchio!"

After a brief silence, countless cheers rang out in Pinocchio, offering grateful applause to the sacred figure in the sky.

The flash lights kept flashing, and it would not take long for the robin saving Pinocchio to make headlines around the world and become a long-lasting topic.

The robin looked at the remaining black feathers in his palm, and a crystal tear fell from the corner of his eye.

Turn around and fly into the sky.

She had someone else to meet.

...

...

Cachipe land.

A familiar sound of piano came from the dilapidated concert hall.

After the tower of memory collapsed, this place returned to its original state. Green vines grew between the desolate steel frames, and the robin walked into the concert hall through the unstructured corridor with difficulty, following the path of memory.

The elegant piano music was getting closer, and the familiar tune was no different from the past.

A huge gap appeared in the ceiling of the concert hall, and the sunlight that poured in like a beam of light on the stage illuminated the boy.

The rotten piano could actually still play moving music. Under the boy's fingertips, it turned from decay into magic. The confident and proud boy in the memory seemed to come back to life again.

The song ends.

The robin stood in the front row of the audience, clapping softly.

Xiao Anming turned around and bowed to her.

"You never actually thought of creating the Garden of Eden, did you?"

"why would you say so?"

"You picked Pinocchio, not Cachipe."

The robin finally understood everything. Everything that happened in Pinocchio was just a grand stage play.

If the Garden of Eden was really to be created, Kachipe should have been chosen as the original cornerstone, and it should not have been the false dream that An Ming hated the most.

"I am stripping off this last bit of humanity from my crumbling divinity to say goodbye to you," An Ming smiled and extended his right hand to the robin, "You are right, I have never thought of creating a real Garden of Eden."

“But I’ve made it.”

"After this, where you are, is the Garden of Eden."

The robin is hope, a kindling of fire, and the true Garden of Eden.

As long as she keeps moving forward, she will create countless happiness.

Tears glistened in the corners of the robin's eyes, revealing a sad expression, "But how can I be happy without you?"

"You will find me."

"Eh?"

"The moment I touched God, I saw the future."

An Ming gently held Robin's hand and whispered, "We will meet again."

"Please let me hear your song one last time, little bird."

The melodious piano music sounded again, and the robin tilted its head back, trying hard not to let its tears fall to the ground.

She turned her back to An Ming and looked at the empty auditorium. In a trance, she seemed to see those important people sitting opposite her.

Smile at her.

"The raindrops fall one by one"

"Home where the rainbow hangs in the blue sky"

"Is the sky shedding tears~"

The piano music continued, but An Ming's figure behind him had already disappeared.

The robin stood there, bowing to the empty audience, its tears dripping onto the ground.

[End of simulation]