The ancients watched me play the Starry Sky Railway

"Faced with March 7's doubts, Sunday explained:"

"Welcome. This isn't just any corner of Pinocchio, but my inner world. The scene before me hasn't changed because your consciousness has extracted similar concepts and completed them."

"Xing spread his hands and said: "Who would reveal their inner thoughts..."

(Who would write a diary if they were serious? But the Zhou emperor was an exception.)

"That is to say..." Sanyueqi muttered dissatisfiedly.

"Did you... do the same thing to Walter?" Jizi asked.

Sunday did not respond directly, but simply said:

"This is a more powerful, but also more demanding, adjustment. Xing has been through this before, so she should understand."

"By adjusting the rate, you can understand my emotions more intuitively, which also means that I will be open with you."

"Next, I'd like to invite everyone to look at the big screen. Our journey here begins here."

(Zhou Tianzi: Please watch the VCR.)

"In front of them, on the left and right, there was a large screen."

“From here on, you will see the many choices I have made, and I have selected some of them to share with you.”

“I believe that after going through the same predicament, you will understand my feelings.”

"Let's begin. The first decision is about a baby bird."

"The bird that Sunday and the robin rescued?"

Li Bai raised his eyebrows.

It can be seen that the bird has a huge impact on Sunday. This has been mentioned many times.

"Besides, he seems to really think he can convince the people from Star Train."

What does this prove?

This proves that Sunday firmly believes that he is on the right path.

His correctness will definitely be recognized by universal values.

However, judging from Sunday's plan alone, it is indeed correct.

only……

“I always feel that dreams and reality are different.”

…………

"This story happened when Robin and I were very young. We were victims of the asteroid disaster. Our family's Mr. Gopherwood—now known as the Dream Master of Pinocchio—saw that we were helpless and took us in."

"After that, the robin and I spent some relatively carefree time. One day after dinner, my sister and I accidentally found a lonely little harlequin pigeon in Mr. Gopherwood's yard."

"The chick was still tiny, its feathers barely fully grown, and it couldn't sing. When we found it, it lay dying in the grass, apparently abandoned by its parents."

"We immediately decided to build a bird's nest for it. But on second thought, we realized that the winter that year was very cold, the winds in the courtyard were strong at night, and there were many poisonous insects and wild animals..."

"There was no doubt that if the chick was left in the yard, it would never survive until spring. So I suggested taking it home, placing it on a wooden stand in front of the window, and asking adults to build a birdcage for it."

“We agreed to release it back into the sky once it was able to fly on its own. Unfortunately, we never imagined that the bird’s fate had already been sealed—”

"Its fate depends on our thoughts."

“Now, I will give you the power to choose. Faced with this situation, what will you choose?”

"Should we follow our original plan and build a nest for the little Harmonious Pigeon out of cushions on the spot? Or should we build a birdcage for it and raise it carefully in a warm house?"

"I look forward to your answers."

"As Sunday slowly told the story of the past, two large screens in front of everyone showed an option: build a bird's nest on the spot, or carefully raise the bird indoors."

"This guy threw such a random question at us. What does he mean? But I can answer it..."

"I can't figure out what to do on Sunday, March 7th. But it's just a question, so there's nothing I can't do."

"What will you do, March?" Xing asked.

"Hmm..." Sanyueqi thought for a moment, "If it were me, I would probably bring it back home and build a birdcage to keep it carefully. After all, if I leave it where it is, it will definitely be injured by wild animals, and that would be too pitiful for the little bird."

"What do you think, Sister Jizi?" Xing turned to look at Jizi again: "Do you want to answer seriously?"

"...It seems he really doesn't intend to imprison us. If it's just a quiz game, there's no harm in fighting him." Jizi said, "Back to the question itself, my choice is the same as March's. There's no particular reason. I just think every fledgling has the right to fly... but if it doesn't live to see that day, then there's no point in talking about it."

"What does Liuying think?" Xing asked Liuying again.

"I can't quite fathom his intentions yet," Liuying shook her head. "If I were to simply look at the question, I'd make the same choice. Even if I release it back into the sky, it needs to be able to spread its wings and soar. If I leave it where it is... I'm afraid it'll never have the chance to fly again."

"Everyone made the same choice... But even with the same choice, you can still see the differences in their personalities."

"March Seven simply felt it was pitiful to leave the bird where it was. He didn't think much of it. With his pure heart, he relied on his most primitive sense of good and evil to think."

"While both Liuying and Jizi chose this option, they actually didn't agree with it. They simply chose this option because it was the only way to save the bird's life... It was a helpless choice forced by reality."

Li Qingzhao carefully chewed on the words used by several people.

It seems that Firefly and Jizi actually have the same idea as the robin.

…………

"Xing thought it over carefully and came to the same decision. All four votes were unanimous. So, without hesitation, everyone chose to bring the Harmonious Pigeon back home and carefully raise it in a cage."

"I'm glad to see you made the same choice we did back then. Now that you've made up your mind, let me reveal the results of that choice."

“We raised it carefully, prepared fine food every day, and combed its feathers. Later, on the day the robin left Pinocchio, we opened the cage door and let it return to the sky.”

"I watched it from the window for a long time, perhaps three days. During those long three days, the little Harmony Pigeon tried again and again to spread its wings, fly into the sky, and then fall to the ground...over and over again."

"Finally, on the 137th attempt, it succeeded. But this attempt was not perfect... After a period of wobbling flight, it failed to accurately grasp the direction of the air flow and fell to the ground."

"The fall completely broke its wings. It struggled in my arms, but to no avail, and ultimately met its agonizing death. Our meticulous care, our love, and our high hopes, in that instant, became the catalyst for its demise."

"The sound of Sunday was filled with sadness and lamentation."