doodle prince

Chen Feng looked at the direction where the prince was leaving, stretched out his left hand with difficulty, but only caught a cloud of air.

There is no trace of the prince's back.

Chen Feng's hand finally dropped powerlessly.

The pen pierced his chest deeply, and blood gushed out in streams. The pain spread from his chest, and finally attacked his brain.

He seemed to hear countless noises lingering, and the scene in front of him became blurred, turned into white light, turned into phantom, and finally, turned into darkness.

The servants and security guards swarmed in, and the whole body was noisy.

But Chen Feng didn't seem to be able to hear anyone's words, he could only hear the little prince calling his name softly in the endless darkness.

Chen Feng groped in the dark, walking towards the little prince step by step.

The darkness seems to be dissipating eventually, and the tall and straight figure of a young man appears at the end of the light.

There was no wind, no light, and no road in this place. He strode towards the little prince, but he couldn't catch up with him.

The little prince walked forward without looking back, as if he wanted to leave him completely.

"Aye—"

Chen Feng shouted.

The boy stopped.

"A Ye." Chen Feng called him again.

The boy turned around slowly.

The moment he turned around, the darkness faded away, and the whole world showed bright colors from his body, like a freshly painted watercolor, bright and dazzling.

The boy in the center of the painting gradually changed. His figure shrank inch by inch with the spread of the watercolor painting, and finally turned into the appearance of a five or six-year-old boy. He looked up at Chen Feng, his skin was as white as snow, and his star eyes sparkled: "You who is it?"

"I'm Chen Feng." Chen Feng heard an immature child's voice, with an unspeakable nervousness, "You...can you play with me?"

In childhood, Chen Feng and the prince walked side by side on the red brick path, they played, they frolicked, and they flew.

Memories flooded his mind like a long movie.

The rhythm is sometimes low and sometimes bright, and the colors are sometimes dark and sometimes bright.

Chen Feng watched quietly.

Chen Feng was a child who grew up on the island in his childhood. The scenes about the entire island in his memory are all dark, as if the sky is always covered by a thick layer of dark clouds.

Chen Feng is an heir whose parents strive for perfection since he was a child. He has 24 hours of study time in 13 hours a day.

He studied calligraphy, foreign languages, piano, and martial arts.

But never learned to draw.

One day when he was six years old, he saw a monk wearing Buddhist beads chatting with his father through the crack of the door.

Only then did he know that he had never learned to paint, because he picked up a paintbrush when he was grasping Zhou, but was warned by an eminent monk that his life would be a disaster because of painting.

When Xiao Chen Feng heard this, he went back to the house. He was always a fast learner, and as he walked, he silently criticized his father with the words "anti-feudal superstition" taught to him by the teacher today.

It is probably because he has a sense of rebellion since he was a child. The monks and his father did not let him touch painting, so he insisted on painting.

He didn't have a paintbrush, so he could only use a single black pencil to draw the outline of a small thing.

He didn't know what to draw, so he drew the cutest thing in his mind.

It must have the softest white feathers in the world, and the most shiny black black wings.

It must be soft and warm all over, and it can be held in my arms, or it can fly into the sky with itself.

He is the cutest and most carefree little prince in the whole world.

But Chen Feng drew the outline of its eyes and added long, thick eyelashes to it, but he didn't know how to draw his pupils.

All he has now are black pencils and an unopened fountain pen without ink.

But he felt that this little thing should have the most beautiful pair of eyes, like the rarest ruby.

It was bedtime now, he couldn't run to the study to get the red ink.

Chen Feng originally wanted to take a nap first, and add the little thing's eyes tomorrow morning, but he couldn't sleep anyway. He felt urgently that he should show this little thing perfectly today, at this very moment .

So he sat up from the bed, took apart the pen, bit his fingertips, and used the oozing blood as ink to draw the little thing's eyes.

After Chen Feng changed everything, he carefully packed the painting in a locked box under the bed.

It was getting late at this moment, he was a little sleepy, but he fell asleep sweetly with a satisfied smile.

The memory that follows is like the haze dissipating, like the rising sun, like the whole world is covered with a comic filter, showing the color of a fairy tale.

——The little thing he drew on the paper appeared in his dream.

continuous.

The six-year-old Chen Feng didn't think it was a weird thing, but he didn't tell anyone. He just went to the appointment secretly in his dream, as if he got a key to open the treasure.

Later, he drew a human figure for the little thing.

Because this is the most honorable little prince in the world.

The little prince should wear a crown, and his little hairy head is always easy to slip off when he wears the crown.

When Chen Feng drew the human figure for it, he didn't think too much, and he didn't make any exquisite designs. He just felt that the boy with black hair and red eyes had already been engraved in his heart.

Even so, when he fell asleep that night and saw the boy in his dream, he was still a little nervous.

He never played with his peers.

And he's such a handsome little prince.

The little prince asked him: "Who are you?"

"I'm Chen Feng." Chen Feng was so nervous that he stuttered, "You...can you play with me?"

So he had friends.

He drew elegant and magnificent castles for his friends.

For his friend, he drew kind and gentle parents.

His friend is the little prince, so Chen Feng drew the prince's subjects and kingdom.

And the world where the little prince lives is called Huming Realm.

He is the only human being in the entire Huming Realm, and the entire Huming Realm is a world he specially created for the little prince.

Chen Feng did not dream of the little prince all night, nor did he dream of the little prince every night.

But every time he played with the little prince all night in his sleep, he always woke up the next day as sleepy as if he hadn't slept all night.

And when he created the whole complete world for the little prince, the little prince had other important things besides his friend.

So Chen Feng didn't go to see him every night, but every time he saw him, he must be the happiest.

On weekdays, with the shackles given to him by his parents, he perfectly plays the role of the machine-like flawless artwork on the isolated island, but when he arrives in the lake and sea world in his dream, he is the little prince's most loyal playmate.

When getting along with the little prince, it seems that everything can be left behind.

He is a person who has been thrown into the sea. Only by vigorously paddling his arms can he not be swallowed and submerged.

But he paddled for so long that he felt that his arms were almost turning into oars, and his whole body was turning into a plank.

He began not to feel that he was alone.

But as long as he is with the little prince, he can fly.

He can stop his sliding arms, he can leave the cold water, he can leave the endless sea.

He was lying on the shore, lying on the clouds, lying in the warmest and most comfortable corner of the world, playing with the cutest little prince in the world.

The little prince is his wings, his driftwood, his boat, and his shore.

As he grew older, his family hired more and more teachers for Chen Feng.

He studied William Wundt and Freud with his psychology teachers. He read "A Brief History of Psychology" and "The Interpretation of Dreams".

He began to find that the little prince might be the person in his fantasy.

He tried to correct this mistake, he tried to restrain himself from seeing him, from continuing to draw cartoons about the little prince.

But long-term restraint can bring more intense thoughts. He fell ill, had a persistent high fever, and was unconscious. He was lying on the bed, calling out the name of the little prince one after another.

Lying on the side of the bed, his mother looked at him coldly, and asked him, who was he calling?

He avoided answering, and finally, amidst his mother's sharper questioning, he was silent for a long time before saying in a deep voice, "...just a non-existent person."

After recovering from his illness, he could not restrain his longing and longing.

He picked up the brush and continued to paint, and played with the little prince all night and all his dreams.

He told the little prince that he would go to the little prince's 13th birthday, but silently planned in his heart what kind of grand surprise he should give him.

But before he had time to paint the little prince with fireworks all over the sky, his mother brought people in.

In her hand was Chen Feng's unhidden drawing, with the little prince's name on it.

In a panic, he hid the paintings under his hands, but his mother sent someone to take them away.

"What are you doing now?" Mother asked.

The drawing paper was in the hands of his mother, Chen Feng couldn't hide it, so he had to tell the truth: "I'm drawing a birthday party for the little prince."

Mother: "Are you celebrating the birthday of an imaginary character you imagined?"

For a moment, the little prince in the dream, Freud's theories, the sentences in "The Interpretation of Dreams" and the face of the psychological teacher flooded into my mind.

Chen Feng felt something flash in his mind, and he convinced his mother almost to convince himself: "A Ye is not a person in fantasy, I often meet him at night, I can touch him, and I can also be with him. He talks, he's real."

It was the first time Chen Feng saw his mother cry.

—Mother thought he was crazy.

Her artwork is cracked.

Her work will be the laughing stock of all.

Then, Chen Feng was taken to a white house.

He took a lot of strange medicines, sometimes he was given injections, and sometimes he was given infusions.

Every day someone would come and ask him.

"Is your little prince real, or is it your fantasy?"

Chen Feng looked into their eyes and said, "It's real."

Then he was electrocuted.

"He's not a fantasy." Chen Feng lay on the bed, smiling weakly, "His wings can take me far away, his eyes are the most beautiful red in the world, he is the most beautiful in the world, The cutest, most carefree little prince."

No one listened to him describe his little prince, only the intensity of the electric shock was continuously increased.

Pain that is too frequent can actually make people numb.

Chen Feng looked at the white ceiling in numb pain.

He was thinking that the little prince had to wait for him to go back to celebrate his birthday.

He was thinking that the little prince was not imagined, and of course he could not say that the little prince was imagined.

The little prince is so lively, he can laugh, jump and run.

He will also be angry, but he will also fly over to make peace with him.

How could such a little prince be imagined by him?

After a week, the shock equipment was removed.

A middle-aged man in Zhongshan robes that he had never seen before came into the room.

"The little prince is real."

Thirteen-year-old Chen Feng looked into the man's eyes, his pupils became dim, his lips were pale and chapped, but there was a provocative smile on his face.