Chapter 364 The Courage to Fly to the Sky
"The Pinocchio dream is sinking."
The tarot card between the black swan's fingers turned over and revealed a card showing Pinocchio falling into the deep sea. "That was Pinocchio's original appearance, and it was also the destination he would eventually reach."
These words did slow down An Ming's pace of departure. He turned his head and showed calm eyes, "So what do you want to say?"
"Let me save Pinocchio? Or let me stop this from happening."
"No, I guess the future I can see from my eyes is not even one-tenth of yours," the Black Swan smiled gently, seeming particularly sincere at this moment.
"It's just a choice, isn't it?"
She gently pushed the cocktail that had been prepared on the bar forward. The rippling orange-yellow liquid in the goblet was like a prosperous golden moment. A cute light blue origami bird decoration was placed on the side of the goblet.
The light pink lips pursed the wall of the glass and drank the wine in it. When the liquid submerged the origami bird, only the empty glass was left.
"Are all Rememberers so good at guessing other people's minds?" An Ming smiled and sat back on the sofa. This time he planned to listen to what Black Swan wanted to say.
“There are also people who simply enjoy collecting memories.”
Black Swan handed another cocktail to An Ming. Looking at the origami bird on it, An Ming was silent for a few seconds before slowly speaking: "You've already seen that I don't care about Pinocchio."
"The Pinot Noir is just a cup, and this beautiful dream is the illusory wine. Your eyes are always on the origami bird, aren't they?"
It didn't matter if the cup was broken and the wine was spilled all over the floor. The only thing An Ming cared about from beginning to end was the robin.
"But you forgot one thing."
An Ming shook his glass and smiled with interest, "I am still an unknown guest. My friends have told me that unknown guests are always heroes who save the world."
No matter what kind of difficulties they face, the nameless guest will never give up and will lend a helping hand if he witnesses a disaster.
Now he is not only An Ming, but also an unknown passenger on the Starry Sky Train.
"You have found a new anchor point," the Black Swan said with joy from the bottom of his heart. "It seems that my worry is unnecessary. Even if you don't wake up, you will never lose your way."
"Never woke up?"
"Please continue to move towards the ending you desire, and one day -"
The figure of the black swan quietly disappeared on the sofa, leaving only a pure white tarot card - you will create your own future.
In that void of nothingness, create a true future.
"After all, isn't it still the Riddler?" An Ming picked up the blank Tarot card with a smile and put it in his pocket. In the end, the Black Swan still said nothing.
But it really doesn't matter anymore. As the Black Swan said, keep moving forward and do things you won't regret.
"Little bird, here I come."
This time, you can’t escape even if you grow wings.
People always say that life, time and love can never be retained. When they leave, most people can only watch helplessly but have no courage to change anything.
The more you try to keep someone, the further they'll drift away.
An Ming will not let go, his heart and the robin's heart have never been separated.
Even if the ideal Garden of Eden will never come true, one day, they will be able to talk about the painful things they once felt with a smile in reality.
The Garden of Eden is not an escape, and reality is not always cold.
An Ming wants the robin to have the courage to fly into the sky again, and to see the blue sky once again.
No matter what he was about to lose, no matter what he was about to face, he wanted to tell the robin in person: "I want to protect you."
An Ming once hoped that the robin could live in a beautiful world forever, untainted by the filth of reality, but what is the difference between that and Pinocchio's dream now?
The only happiness the robin sees is the captivity of a bird in a cage.
What about order? As long as the robin wants it, that's her sky.
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“It’s really not easy for us to come this far~”
"(Dynamic DJ)"
After pushing open the door, San Yue Qi's mouth twitched slightly. Looking at a man in the room dancing immersively with a microphone in his hand, he wished he could install titanium alloy armor on his right elbow so that he could give this guy an elbow strike.
"Is this the reason why you didn't reply to me even though I sent you a hundred messages?" Sanyueqi pouted and was about to attack Xing angrily, but Xing performed Tai Chi steps with his feet, grabbed Sanyueqi's hand and changed positions, while continuing to sing a little song.
Fu Xuan sat down on the sofa beside him without watching, and only after turning off the stereo did he feel that the world became much quieter.
"Hey, continue playing the music and dancing," Xing curled her lips, feeling that these two people were really boring and it was more pleasant than An Ming's coming.
"So what are you doing?"
Sanyueqi pursed her lips, making Xing feel like she was going to be elbowed in the next second. She replied with a guilty look: "You see, Robin loves music so much, so I said I could use DJ to impress her..."
"There's no way it will succeed!" Sanyueqi was really impressed by Xing's train of thought. Could it be that the big star Robin would play the disc while shouting "If I were a DJ, would you love me?"
Robin DJs, wondering why she had such a dream.
"You've got water in your head from soaking in the Dream Pool," Fu Xuan's words were still full of aggression, and Xing hung his head with just one sentence.
"...It's not that bad. I might as well change to a DJ version to save my heart from sadness."
Fu Xuan hastily made up for it by praising Xing, fearing that the baby Xing would really start crying while holding San Yue Qi.
As a result, Xing's expression changed in an instant, revealing a smug smile, "I said I'm a genius, so it's decided!"
March 7: “….” Fu Xuan is just too gentle. Next time he should just use the Lifeless Sword to shoot Xing directly and then he will be obedient.
It's true that things will shine with a little sunshine. Fu Xuan discovered that some people will never be hit in their lives, and Xing is obviously one of them.
Sometimes I envy this kind of mentality, otherwise I wouldn’t always get angry about the Shura field.
When Fu Xuan thought of this, he wanted to drink sweet tea again, but he didn’t know which dream girl An Ming was with, so he could only sigh like a young wife.
"If I were a DJ, DJ~" Xing started humming again, and the next second, Fu Xuan's elbow pierced through the sky and knocked him unconscious on the sofa.
San Yueqi laughed dryly a few times, hoping that Ah Xingren was not dead. With her physique, she should have been unconscious for only a few hours.