Chapter 388: Misfortune
"Then why not just fly over there and try?"
Xing questioned this and showed a scornful expression like a prisoner, "Is Master Taibu afraid?"
Fu Xuan said unhappily: "Do you think I have never tried it?"
Moving the time to the moment when An Ming and Liu Ying ignited the sea in the original dream, Fu Xuan stood alone on the edge of the golden moment dream, gazing at the distant theater in the sky.
That is undoubtedly the brightest sun in Pinocchio's dream. In addition to the most famous artists in the world performing here, robins will also appear in the theater to sing.
This is an opportunity that is almost impossible to get outside of Pinocchio. Some people also say that only in the Grand Theater can the robin be in its most perfect form, shining more than on any other stage.
This is another important reason why countless people want to come to Pinocchio, that is, they hope to have the opportunity to enjoy a performance of Robin in the Grand Theater.
The road leading to the Grand Theater usually disappears. It is said that only harmonious singing can build a dreamlike bridge.
Fu Xuan refused to believe it. She could fly to the sky in reality, let alone in a dream. How could a small sky stop her?
Fu Xuan has always been a man of action, he did what he said. He stepped on the Wuming Sword and ignored the surprised looks of the people around him. He flew into the air with the sword, and the sudden acceleration left a meteor-like trail.
The speed of the flying sword was even comparable to that of the Star Raft, but the theater was still there - no matter how far Fu Xuan flew forward, the distance between the theater and her never changed.
Even if Fu Xuan didn't believe in evil, she now knew that it was some kind of rule that prevented her from moving forward and approaching the theater. It was like the kingdom of the highest gods, and the light that was scattered there made it impossible for people to see the way forward.
In the end, Fu Xuan could only return the same way he came and gave up the idea of forcing his way closer to the theater. It seemed that no one could get close to the ultimate utopia unless the big star personally invited them.
"Can An Ming go?" Xing felt that it was normal for Robin to stop Fu Xuan, but An Ming would not stop him.
If it were March 7th, she would have been dragged in by An Ming and taken advantage of this rare opportunity to be alone to do something ambiguous.
"The robin is more determined than you think," An Ming knew this best. After all, even the only weak spot, Brother Sunday, was thrown into Liumeng Reef in advance. The robin must be afraid that he would be soft-hearted in the end, so he put Sunday in an invisible place in advance and bring him back after all the events were settled.
"Maybe Shajin has a way to get into the Grand Theater, so he is so sure that we will go find him."
Liuying nodded. This was Shajin's real invitation. He used the opening of the passage as a bargaining chip to invite them to watch the final curtain call.
"You're worthy of being a gambler..." Sanyueqi doesn't like gambling, but she is willing to give it a try for her partners, even if the chance of success is very small.
Because he is an important partner, she will go all in without hesitation even if she has no chips!
"Let's go then."
An Ming also wanted to see what choice Sha Jin would make now that the script had been completely disrupted, and what kind of future his will would lead to.
In the eyes of the gambler, what will be the outcome for Pinocchio?
The sky in dreams always appears as blue as the sea, as if it were influenced by the heart of a robin, and the bright red beneath that blue is like a blooming flower.
The dusk-like colors reflect the uneasiness in everyone's heart. No matter how beautiful the dream that cannot be left is, it is like a nightmare that will never end.
Anxiety is like a seed that takes root and sprouts from the bottom of your heart, becoming the nourishment for the growth of the Garden of Eden, absorbing all the pain, sorrow, anger and hatred in this world.
The more uneasy there is, the more solid the foundation of the Garden of Eden becomes, and true happiness grows on top of misfortune.
"The atmosphere is getting more and more wrong," Sanyueqi's pretty eyebrows were knitted tightly. It was really hard for her to laugh in this environment. "Is this the Garden of Eden that the robin wanted?"
The uneasiness in people's hearts was magnified several times, fear shrouded the originally dream planet, and the color of the sky became increasingly bright red.
Like blood, it fell from the tips of the petals, splashing ripples called fear and quickly spreading to everyone's heart.
"If this continues, the dream will collapse on its own!" Fu Xuan sighed lightly, his eyes revealing a solemn expression, "Those who cannot leave the dream will probably sleep forever like this."
“People who come to Pinocchio want to escape reality... but everyone has to face reality at some point.”
Liuying took a deep breath. In the eyes of these people, she seemed to see her former self, the cowardly self who only knew how to escape from reality.
But if you don't face it, nothing can be changed.
Her life-fire will not be used to burn in vain, and Grammer's cavalry will only sacrifice in battle, not perish quietly.
The original intention of the robin to create the Garden of Eden was to make everyone happy, but happiness is never a feeling. Rather, happiness is the feeling of everything you gain during the journey.
How can forced happiness be true happiness?
Everyone’s happiness is different. Opening a hidden trash can that you like is a star’s happiness, and taking a nice photo is also March 7’s happiness.
If words cannot make the robin understand this truth, the firefly will use the fire of life to tell her what true happiness is.
What’s the difference between blindly hiding in the past and those who are afraid to face the reality!
"Here we are."
At the end of the Clark Movie Park, a familiar figure was standing in front of the giant screen that could be seen at a glance. Sha Jin was looking at the people who had arrived with a smile on his face.
“Let me share with you a proverb.”
Sha Jin's voice came through clearly on the radio. Even though one couldn't see his expression, one could still feel the confidence and pride that only belonged to a gambler.
“Sleep is a rehearsal for death.”
"Of course, we are back to the original question: why does life fall asleep?"
The Dharma Eye on Fu Xuan's forehead had already been opened in advance, and he gently reminded Sha Jin: "Be careful, he is not the only one with his aura here."
"Eh?" San Yue Qi looked around nervously, "One is already difficult enough, there can't be a second one... Yeah!"
Before March Seven could finish his words, a pale hand touched March Seven's cheek. The hand was as cold as a corpse and frightened March Seven so much that he almost jumped up on the spot.
Wu Ye appeared in front of the man's neck the next moment. An Ming frowned slightly. If he remembered correctly, he should have seen the woman in front of him somewhere.
The queen with long bright red hair smiled and took a few steps back like an assassin in the shadows, but her eyes were fixed on An Ming.
"Hello again, Son of Order."