Chapter 346 Whose dream is she having?
Ah Xing cuts the disc "Free a Heart from Sorrow"
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"I won't miss you."
Fu Xuan snorted slightly arrogantly, and then added, "I was just kidding you."
Liuying waved to An Ming, smiled gently and said, "You should speak out your thoughts. Come on."
She believed that the robin that could sing that tune would not be bound by the past forever, and that although its white wings were temporarily covered with dust, they would one day soar into the sky again.
Firefly firmly believes that no matter how dark the night is, there will always be dawn, even if that dawn is very late.
But just wait and miracles will happen.
She waited for the miracle of fireflies in her endless daily life, and now, that miracle will surely shine for the robin.
"I will, and you guys should be careful too."
An Ming gave instructions to Liuying and Fu Xuan, and glanced sternly at a certain abstract master. Xing laughed dryly a few times and scratched his head, indicating that he had been obedient and asked for forgiveness.
Soon the sound of hounds' footsteps could be heard not far away. Liuying said goodbye to An Ming with her eyes and led everyone away from the Dream Building Border through a small path.
She was used to short periods of separation; after all, they would meet again, no matter how many times.
So don't worry, just face the future with a smile.
An Ming watched them leave safely before turning around and stepping into the Dreaming Border. This place was indeed full of wild imagination and had beautiful scenery that was difficult to describe in words.
Unlike the stunning scene in the game, only by coming here in person can you experience the romance of Pinocchio.
Perhaps only in this deserted border can one quietly appreciate the scenery of dreams.
He walked on the upside-down stairs, passed through the ground that was enlarging or shrinking, and finally reached the final end without much effort.
There was no landmark indicating that this was the so-called "end point", but An Ming heard it.
Hear the music of the robin.
In the dream, it was not known whether the light of dawn or dusk fell into An Ming's eyes through the gaps in the stairs. The light and ethereal pure music seemed to belong to the magic of dreams, echoing deep in his mind, washing away those dusty memories once again.
Those vague fragments of memory were gently picked up and displayed in the most prominent position in the memory tower.
The music seemed to be telling something.
——It’s like singing to the world.
The rhythm of An Ming's walking on the stairs blended into the melody, so harmonious, as if he was supposed to be there.
He is part of the song.
The rooftop at the end of the stairs is connected to the sky into a vast world. A breeze gradually rises, ruffling the long hair that is so beautiful that it seems to appear only in dreams.
The robin was watching the sky.
She knew that this sky did not belong to her, and this sky did not like her.
She always has a perfect smile——
Under the flash light, she elegantly lifted her bangs with a gentle smile on her lips.
Capture the most shining moments on magazine covers and in advertisements, and convey the perfect endorsement to everyone who sees it.
In the countless comments on the Internet, on the stage, in the expectant, passionate and crazy eyes of everyone.
She is a robin.
Is she a robin?
Whose dream is she having?
Who is the robin?
Is it the robin in “their” eyes, or is the fragile girl in the room the robin.
“Once again,repeat warbles,
But how could I escape? ”
The soft humming of a robin was heard in the pure tones, which sounded more like telling something than singing.
This is her song, which can be performed perfectly without any skills. Even if you just recite the lyrics softly, it sounds extremely beautiful.
When the song has lyrics, it is filled with the words she wants to say.
"This is the place closest to the sky in my dreams. You see, time always stops at the most beautiful moment and freezes at the golden moment."
The robin turned around, its blue eyes had never changed, but they were filled with a lot of adult fatigue.
She was no longer a sheltered little bird.
She is a robin who no longer needs shelter.
The robin walked towards An Ming step by step, but finally stopped on the ground several meters away. There was no barrier in front of them, but they could not get close to each other.
"Mockingbird, I..."
"Shhh."
The white index finger was gently placed in front of the lips. The robin's eyes were slightly red, but he was still stubborn and refused to shed tears. "An Ming, why do people choose to sleep?"
"I don't care why others sleep."
An Ming took a step forward, grasped Robin's wrist, and whispered, "I only know that I can hug you only after I fall asleep."
"But I don't need it."
The robin carefully touched An Ming's cheek. This time, his smile was not forced but came from the heart. "You and your brother were in so much pain because of me. Now it's my turn to hug you."
"An Ming...My wings are no longer clean."
The robin is clearly smiling, but it is more sad than the loudest cry. It is a kind of silent self-denial that blends into every night's dreams, like water sinking into the soil after rain, buried deep in the heart.
Until the fruit of pain grows on the scar that has never healed.
The robin never ran away from the past, she knew she couldn't and wouldn't run away from it.
But now she has become accustomed to this kind of pain, and even in such pain, she can still show a beautiful smile to the camera.
It was so hypocritical that even she felt unfamiliar with it.
Is the robin on the stage still her?
The robin's smile is so fragile that it seems like it will break at the slightest touch, becoming a speck of dust that no one cares about in this land of dreams.
"Your wings have always been pure white," An Ming hugged the robin tightly in his arms, "Whether it's harmony or order, remember? Your choices all have meaning."
"Little bird, I am not your light."
“You are your own light.”
After hearing this, the robin was stunned for a few seconds, then he chuckled and took a few steps back, his cherry lips curled up, "Indeed, you are not my light."
"You are everything to me."
The robin looked at the dawn at the end of the sky. The light of the cross was so dazzling.
An Ming did realize something, and at this moment he strode forward, trying to grab Robin's hand again.
The robin smiled, took a half step back, and fell straight into the sky behind him.
"Little bird——"
An Ming jumped over the fence without any hesitation, but the next moment he was covered by countless white feathers and gently lifted back to the platform.
In the light, every feather is bathed in warm light.
The robin spread its snow-white wings and spoke softly, "Give me a little more time, dear...our Garden of Eden will be completed soon."
"Thank you for choosing me again."