Boyfriends are crazy

The sky is shrouded in hazy rain, the cold wind wrapped in moisture looks extremely bleak in the dark night, and the endless deep pool splashes small arc waves.

At night, the river watchman wears a straw hat, crosses his hands, and half-closes his eyes. He sits on a thin boat. A warm yellow lampstand stands aside, reflecting circles of silhouettes. There is also a yellow-haired dog curled up in a ball. Lie down on the deck.

One person, one dog, one lamp, leisurely and contented.

"Cross the river." The man in black moved like a ghost, without making a sound, he had already quietly walked to the riverside at some point, not even the yellow-haired dog with excellent hearing was awakened by his footsteps.

The river keeper raised his head slightly, his sagging face was full of ravines of time, like the bark of an old tree in the depths of the forest that had been corroded by rain and had become shapeless, especially those dark pupils could not see the slightest wave, so calm Like a pool of stagnant water.

"You came."

When the river keeper saw the man in black, he wasn't too surprised, as if he was looking at an old friend he hadn't seen for many years. His tone wasn't familiar, but it wasn't alienated, and his tone wasn't half surprised.

He looked far away, stood up slowly, and lit the remaining candles on the candlestick together, making the surroundings even more dazzling.

The man in black's face was as pale as a corpse, with sharp edges and corners. His thick eyebrows seemed to be painted on a piece of white rice paper, with a sense of alienation that repelled people thousands of miles away.

"Yeah." The man in black reacted extremely indifferently, he took a big step and stood on the boat with ease.

The ship vibrated slightly and swayed from side to side for a while, and even the ship sank a few centimeters down.

The river keeper stopped talking and began to paddle on his own. The thin boat slowly and steadily moved towards the center.

"You haven't changed at all after so many years." The river keeper chuckled, his tone was vicissitudes, with indescribable loss.

The man in black stood on the edge of the boat, looked away, noncommittal, and his expression still didn't seem to have changed much.

The river keeper may have had no one to chat with him to relieve boredom for too long. Once the chat box was opened, even if the other party did not answer him, he continued to mutter without embarrassment, "When I was young, you were like this. Now I'm old, but you still haven't changed."

Hearing this, the expression of the man in black finally changed slightly, and he withdrew his gaze, and his eyes fell on the old man guarding the river.

The river keeper said with a smile, "I'm too old, if you come next time, maybe I won't be here."

The man in black's lips moved, his voice was rough and hoarse, and it sounded with a sense of detachment and depth, "Really."

The tone is still light and light, not very concerned.

The river keeper shook his head, heaved a long sigh, skipped the subject, and asked again, "Are you still looking for him?"

The man in black pursed his lips tightly, his expression was cold and serious, and there was a layer of black air in his eyes, and he didn't answer.

The river keeper seemed unaware of the offense in his words, he snorted again, shook his head helplessly, and sighed, "Haven't you ever thought that the person you've been looking for for so long doesn't exist in this world at all?" "

The pupils of the man in black shrank suddenly, and his eyes were like sharp thin knives that shot at the river watcher. His expression was hidden in the dark light, with an abnormal gloomy and madness, as if he had been touched by someone. The beast, thin and pale lips are tight.

The river keeper was not intimidated by his appearance, sighed, and said in a declarative tone, "You have the ability to travel through time and space."

The man in black didn't speak.

When the river keeper knew this sad fact for the first time, he felt shuddering, but he was powerless to change his ending. He envied the man in black, who could travel through any world, and kept that face frozen in time.

The river keeper continued, "The world we live in is all fake, isn't it?"

Every world they live in is not real, it is a virtual time and space created by people in superior worlds and places outside the rules.

Just like a book, what they think is real is just a picture drawn by others casually, ranging from the time and space, environment, background they are in, to the flowers and plants on the roadside, and even themselves. Their lives and fates are all in the calculations of the upper world, but they are powerless to change them.

Speaking of this, the river keeper, who had always had a calm expression, rarely flashed an indelible sadness in his eyes. He took a deep breath, looked into the man's cold eyes calmly, and said calmly.

"If the person you have been looking for has not been created, no matter what you do, it will be futile. Even if you travel across time and space, you will not be able to find him."

The man in black stared straight at him like ice swords. When he heard the words 'not created at all', his expression was obviously suffocated. The neurons in his brain seemed to be suddenly charged with an electric current, and his scalp was numb. , flowing through the limbs.

The river keeper looked at his distressed state, and continued in an extremely ethereal tone, "Maybe...he was actually created by you...it's not possible..."

The man lowered his head, his shoulders trembled slightly, his fingers slowly clenched, his chest vibrated, and a low laugh came out of his throat. The laughter was crazy, and it gradually became louder and louder, with some unspeakable pain mixed in it.

I see……

The next second, the river keeper, who was still seriously paddling his oars, suddenly felt a charming evil wind blowing in front of him, causing him to squint his eyes uncontrollably. When he regained his composure, he circled around However, the man on the boat disappeared at some point.

The river keeper didn't seem too surprised. He let out a deep sigh from his throat, shook his head, and started to return to the original starting point.

What kind of person is it that can make such an extremely indifferent person love so deeply

The river keeper touched the head of the yellow-haired dog next to him, and there was an indescribable envy in his eyes.

When he was young, he also had someone he loved deeply.

one by one

The man in black in a cloak carefully placed the baby in his right hand back on the plush crib.

This little baby has a round face, like a white porcelain doll, with a tinge of pink on both cheeks, a pacifier in its plump mouth, eyes closed, both hands tightly grasping the arm of the man in black, and from time to time Rubbing against the other person's clothes with his soft little head.

In his sleep, he seemed to realize that he was placed on a furry thing again, his little face immediately wrinkled into a ball, he made a moaning sound, and grabbed the little hand of the man in black even tighter, as if he was very unwilling. Leaving this big moving thermos, it seems that if you leave the other party, you will sleep extremely unsteadily.

The smile in the eyes of the man in black did not diminish, he let the other party grab him, sat on the edge of the bed, and began to observe this pink and tender baby silently.

The surroundings are quiet, terrifyingly quiet, only the baby's snoring is as low as a mosquito, which is really cute.

The man in black didn't blink, looking at the baby's sleeping face, he didn't feel bored at all.

I don't know how long it took, time passed silently, the baby changed several more comfortable sleeping positions, the man let out an ancient and profound sigh, and there was only abnormal madness and heat in his eyes.

"I finally found you."

He got up and looked around at the still barren environment with a pensive look on his face.

In the next second, a pen appeared out of thin air in his right hand. Holding the pen, he closed his eyes and began to meditate.

'This is the world that belongs to the little prince. Everything in this world is the little prince's subjects, and everything obeys and serves him. '

'He was born to be loved, and the whole world will cheer his birth. '

'As long as he wants, as long as he needs, the world must make way for him, this is his own world. '

'...'

As far as the eye can see, the barren land began to grow flowers and plants crazily. A magnificent castle appeared in the middle of the flowers and plants for no reason. There were clusters of delicate roses and roses, dense creepers and vines hung on the treetops, and the birds chirped and sang Song, from time to time squirrels jumped down from the tree.

The first ray of sun rises from the empty black sky, illuminating the beautiful world, and even the air is extremely fresh, with a refreshing floral fragrance...

A world of the little prince...was born.

The man in black took a deep breath, and there was a faint smile on his gloomy face that he hadn't seen for a long time.

'I will be his most loyal knight and protect him safely. '

He is an obsessive body formed by the condensed resentment of countless souls, and the only thing these souls have in common is that they love the same person deeply.

So from the day he was born, he inherited everything from these people, including their pain, their obsession, and even their love.

Love is the only spiritual support for him to survive, and also the only meaning of his existence.

Therefore, with the eternal loneliness and love, he wandered infinitely alone in the thousands of worlds, wandering in hundreds of millions of light-years, looking for traces of his lover's existence.

Countless days and nights, not only failed to wipe away his memories, but let those images be deeply imprinted into his mind like a bone-chilling one, replayed continuously like a TV.

All the good things he didn't enjoy, now he wants to give them to his favorite little prince unreservedly.

A teacup with an ivory mouth fell from the table with a bang, and the man in black was also attracted by the sound, looking in the direction where the teacup fell.

The teacup yelled 'Oh,' and nodded embarrassingly at the man in black, and said timidly, "Good evening, Mr. Knight."

The man in black froze for a moment, then turned his head and glanced at the little prince in the cradle again. A vine man came in from outside the window at some point. The vine man's tentacles didn't have any thorns, and it looked very docile. The wooden toy looks like a nanny with a baby, carefully coaxing the little cutie in the cradle.

Seeing the gaze of the man in black, Tengman froze in fright, put the toy on the head of the little prince's bed, and stepped back from the window, as if nothing had happened.

The man in black didn't speak, and looked at the world he had created again, as if lost in thought.

"Hoo hoo hoo." The little prince murmured softly, and before the man in black could walk over, the cradle started to move by itself, gently coaxing the child who was not sleeping peacefully.

Do you know that there is a lunatic in a certain corner of this world, he created his lover with his own hands, and created a new world for his lover.