Xingtie: After my death, Liuying will understand love

[At the age of 18, as the first graduate of the academy, you were immediately arranged by Gopherm to practice at the Golden Hour. Whether it is talent or music, you have impeccable and perfect performance. All major newspapers in Pinocchio have interviewed you]

[In front of the reporter, you just smiled and responded: "I want to create a world where everyone can be happy"]

[This sounds like an extremely official answer, but it is your true thought in your heart]

Daydream Hotel.

In the years since arriving in Pinocchio, An Ming has rarely come to the real Pinocchio, which is a dreamland full of happiness and beauty.

Sometimes Robin would drag him around in the Golden Hour, and sometimes An Ming would drive without a license and take Robin for a ride in the dreamland, and was finally stopped by Sunday with a dark face.

The Golden Hour, just like its name, every moment here is as precious as gold, and every minute and second spent is happiness that cannot be touched by the outside world.

An Ming raised his head and looked at the bright moon hanging high in the sky. Everything here is so beautiful, but it is not reality.

A real paradise should not be such a false thing, and what he wants to change is definitely not the so-called dream.

One day, he wants reality to be happier than dreams.

Suddenly, a figure fell towards her, and white hair scattered in the sky.

An Ming held the figure with one hand, "Are you okay?" He noticed that the girl's chest was hung with a badge symbolizing the Iris family.

The distinctive pink eyes blinked slightly, and after a brief confusion, the girl suddenly woke up, hurriedly left An Ming's arms, and bowed to apologize.

"Sorry, please forgive me."

The girl did not look for reasons, but just apologized there awkwardly, like a panicked deer, her thin body trembling slightly.

An Ming had never seen such a thin person in this beautiful dream, as if he had not eaten for several days, with extremely obvious dark circles around his eyes.

"Don't be nervous, I'm just a tourist," An Ming gently comforted the girl without revealing his true identity.

The girl secretly glanced at the halo above An Ming's head and whispered, "Iris family waiter, responsible for dream guidance at Daydream Hotel."

"Aini, trainee waiter."

Aini bowed deeply again to express her apology, staring at An Ming with complicated eyes.

Perhaps the person in front of her did not know what the Tianhuan tribe represented in the Oak family... After all, the Oak family head who was about to become the dream master was from the Tianhuan tribe.

In the dream, no one dared to easily look down on any Tianhuan tribe member.

"An Ming."

An Ming smiled and stretched out his hand. Aini hesitated for a moment, looked carefully for a few seconds, and then nervously held it.

"Hello, Mr. An Ming, is there anything I can help you with?" Aini's etiquette was obviously professionally trained, but her movements were inevitably a little weak.

"I think what you need most now is rest. How many days have you not slept?"

"Two days..."

"Then, go and rest now."

"..." Annie pinched the edge of her skirt with both hands, lifted the hem of her skirt slightly and bowed to An Ming, "Thank you for your concern."

She smiled, turned around and slowly left.

An Ming only felt an unspeakable alienation. The girl in front of him never really opened her heart.

He still needs to go to the border of dream building. Gofemu intends to let him try the work of a dream builder and experience the weaving and creation of dreams in person.

As a son of order, An Ming must understand all of Pinoconi's dreams.

Everything in the dream cannot be thought of with real thinking. For example, opening up a new dream at the border of the dream is more absurd than building blocks.

An Ming knows that the power he has is more like covering the imaginary reality than the dream, just like starting the creation mode in the real world.

It is comparable to the real creator.

But this power still has its limits. At present, restoring the Harmonious Pigeon in memory is the limit of what can be done.

If this power is given by God, but he is not allowed to use it to save the people.

Or is he not able to fully control this power to change the world now?

After returning from the Dreaming Border, An Ming thought thoughtfully, if he could combine the ability to overwrite memories with the ability to create dream buildings, would it be feasible to realize it from the dream first?

While thinking, An Ming saw a familiar back from the corner of his eyes. Annie, wearing a waiter uniform, walked weakly step by step against the wall until she completely lost consciousness and fell straight to the ground.

Before that, An Ming caught the fallen Annie steadily.

When Annie woke up again, it was already thirteen hours later, staring at the gorgeous ceiling in a daze.

"I went to check the punch-in recordRecording. "

An Ming put the warm water beside the bed, "Working for 51 hours straight, are you going to die?"

An Ni smiled weakly and gave a very simple reason, "I'm short of money." She cherishes life more than anyone else, but life doesn't allow her to rest.

In the golden hour, An Ming has seen many different kinds of happiness, and everyone who comes here has a happy smile on their face.

There is no pity in An Ming's eyes, only self-blame.

An Ni can't help but feel a little confused. It's the first time she has seen such a strange person.

"Please give me some more time," An Ming didn't say those meaningless words, nor would he use credit points to insult the strong girl in front of him.

"You are really weird."

An Ni smiled and stretched out her hand to An Ming, "Maybe we can become good friends. Come to me anytime you need me in the golden hour in the future."

The beautiful pink eyes are very girlish. An Ni wants to get up from the bed, but in the end it looks more like stretching and turning over.

"Well... It seems that I can't punch in today, good night. "

Annie said weakly, lying on the soft pillow and muttering softly: "Such a soft pillow, I can't even sleep on it in my dreams..."

She soon fell asleep, making regular and slight sounds.

An Ming silently watched Annie sleeping soundly. It turned out that there was pain in the beautiful dream. Does the ideal paradise really exist?

What kind of shackles did Annie carry on her body?