The ancients watched me play the Starry Sky Railway

"It looks like a little Harmony pigeon," Sunday quickly identified it, but a puzzled expression crossed his face. "But this isn't a Harmony pigeon habitat. Why is it here all alone? Was it abandoned by its parents?"

"It looks like it has no strength at all..." The robin looked at the little Harmony Dove in his palm with a distressed look on his face. "Let's find a cushion and make a nest for it, shall we?"

“But Sunday had a different opinion: ‘It’s too dangerous here. Let’s take it back and put it on the wooden stand in front of your window.’”

"Yes, it will sing beautifully," said the robin, "but where will it live?"

"I already have a plan for Sunday: 'I'll ask the owner to build a birdcage for it.'"

“A cage…” the robin hesitated. “Willn’t it then be unable to fly freely?”

"Just then, an old and gentle voice sounded behind the two of them."

"Let me see... what could have so intrigued the two greatest interpreters of the Lord that they forgot to even try dessert? Oh... poor little creature, I'm afraid the situation is not optimistic. Do you want to save it?"

“Yes,” the robin nodded without hesitation. “But I don’t think I can lock it up.”

"An old and gentle voice asked: "Why?"

“Even though it’s still small, its feathers haven’t even grown yet, and it can’t sing…it didn’t break out of its shell to live in a cage,” the robin said in its childish voice. “Birds…are born to belong in the sky.”

"Hahaha, what a romantic idea." The old, gentle voice chuckled, then turned to Sunday and asked, "What about you, Little Doctor? Do you agree with my sister's point of view?"

“I think my sister is right.” Sunday nodded, but he also had a different opinion: “But if we leave it in the wild, it will die in a few days.”

"This memory is so strange..." Liu Bei scratched his head. "According to experience, the sky screen shouldn't play meaningless content. So why play this memory? To prove that Sunday and Mockingbird have been close since childhood?"

"Brother, you're wrong." Guan Yu stroked his beard. "It's not like Tianmu hasn't played meaningless content before. For example, Xing flipped over the trash can and hid in the closet to scare the waiter. Does that make sense?"

"Ah... I forgot about this." Liu Bei's face twitched twice.

Zhuge Liang said calmly, "Perhaps, this memory does have meaning."

He thought of the physically disabled old people and children, and compared them to birds with crippled wings in the conversation between the robin and the old man.

Perhaps, this memory confirms the different attitudes that the brother and sister have towards the "bird with broken wings."

The brother hopes to save his life first, even if it means depriving him of his freedom... In the face of the cruel question of "whether he can survive", freedom is not worth mentioning.

The younger sister also wants to save its life, but thinks freedom is more important...birds have the right to choose how to survive.

The brother and sister have completely different views, but they still maintain a family bond of mutual dependence.

How interesting…

He began to find Pinocchio interesting.

Perhaps, Pinocchio will show him the path of a realist.

…………

"Hehe, it seems our little doctor is still a little confused. Well, children, let me tell you a story."

"You should know that the Harmony Pigeon is a bird that can fly through the atmosphere. When flying at high altitudes, the friction-generated heat of its feathers causes it to emit a magnificent light, like a series of shooting stars."

“We’ve seen this kind of beauty so often that we think it’s innate… But that meteor-like brilliance is the result of hundreds of years of struggle with nature.”

“The ancestors of the Harmony Pigeon were too weak to survive on the ground. To avoid being hunted, they began to look up to the sky and take flight.”

“And so, after thousands and tens of thousands of generations of experimentation, a bird in the flock finally learned how to flap its wings correctly. It successfully took flight and bid farewell to the earth.”

"An old and gentle voice tells of the distant past."

The robin pondered, "So, birds can't fly naturally, but they can do it by will, right?"

"Hehe, this is indeed an idealistic interpretation. So, Sunday, what do you think?" asked the old and gentle voice.

“Sunday just said sadly, ‘I think the reason people think flying is natural for birds…is because they’ve never seen a bird fall.’”

"That's an interesting idea. Now you should have figured out how to treat this little bird, right?" the old, gentle voice asked.

"I will... well, put it in a cage first, at least until it can survive on its own. Because..." Sunday hesitated for a moment, then said with great determination: "I... want it to live no matter what."

"Sunday this guy... is this his personality?"

Sima Yi was stunned for a moment.

No, buddy, before this, I thought you were a conspirator!

Whether it's the domineering way he treats gold dust or the elegant demeanor he always maintains, he seems like a perfect conspirator!

Apart from the fact that he has a sister complex, which is really unbearable to watch, he is a scumbag among conspirators. He actually took the initiative to add a weakness to himself.

And now... you're telling me you're not a conspirator, but rather a tyrannical emperor with a kind heart?!

I hope it can live no matter what, even if I have to put it in a cage and completely deprive it of its freedom, I still want it to live... How domineering, so domineering!

"People like this will definitely die an ugly death!"

He speculated maliciously.

In his eyes, being kind-hearted = being accommodating = dying miserably!

…………

"Very good, children, it seems you each have your own answers. Your visions are incredibly wonderful, and I sincerely hope they can be realized in your own ways," the old and gentle voice whispered.

"We'll take good care of it, won't we, brother?" the robin looked up and asked.

"Yes." Sunday nodded heavily: "However, Mr. Gopher, there is still one thing I haven't figured out..."

"Gopherwood: "Speak, child."

“Sunday worried, ‘What if this little Harmony pigeon never learns to fly? I mean, if there are some chicks in this world who can never fly… should we let them go back into the sky and then watch them plummet to their death?’”