doodle prince

When Chen Feng opened his eyes again, he found himself in the study.

He stood up, turned his head, and looked at his bookcase.

Everything is the same as before, only 23 books are missing from the bookcase, and a stack of sketches about Humingjie is missing from the box under the bookcase.

The phone vibrated and a text message came.

It was Yuanhang Technology Company who told him that they had deleted the protagonist of "Dream Eater" from the game and wanted to talk to him about contract renewal.

Everything seems to be back to the beginning.

At that time, it was also because of this text message that he had the idea of ​​letting the prince come out, and he gave the little prince the pen in his dream, and the little prince was able to come out of the Huming world to take revenge on him.

Chen Feng suddenly had a hidden idea in his heart.

He wants to replicate all of this, and if he does it again, he will definitely not let the world become the last uncontrollable situation.

Even...even if the little prince can't come out again, if he can reunite with the little prince in his dream, he will have no regrets.

Chen Feng pulled down all the curtains, lay on the bed and fell asleep.

But all night without dreams.

Not only did he have no dreams this night, but every day and night after that, he no longer had dreams.

Night is just night. Close your eyes. After a long and turbulent sleep. When you wake up, you open your eyes to darkness. When you sleep, you open your eyes to day.

He lost the ability to dream, and also lost the ability to meet the little prince in his dream.

He began to live every day step by step.

He reconciled with his parents, he went out to find a job, made friends, and he also had a party with friends after get off work. He followed what the little prince said, and established a good relationship with others.

He sometimes stayed up late and worked overtime until the early hours of the morning, stretched his waist, walked out of the company gate, and looked down at the information he didn't see on his phone.

It was from my father.Ask him if he wants to go back for dinner during the New Year.

Chen Feng lowered his head, replied "reply", and put the phone back into his pocket again.

He looked up at the night city.

Even at night, the place is brightly lit, there are endless vehicles on the road, and there are two sporadic colleagues beside them. They walk on the road with drooping faces, looking exhausted.

Chen Feng lowered his head and blended into the mediocre crowd.

When Chen Feng went to Yuanhang Technology Company to sign the contract, he followed Mr. He to visit their company's new holographic game.

Chen Feng already knew about the NPC running out of the game "Dream Eater". In the company, the holographic game for the private enjoyment of the president and the president's partner has not stopped running, and under the coordination of external technology, there has never been any mistake.

Chen Feng gradually came up with an idea: If the story of Humingjie is also made into a holographic game, if the characters in the game have self-awareness like "Dream Eater"... then wouldn't he be able to play with the prince in the game? Reunion?

When this thought first came into being, Chen Feng's blood surged up excitedly.

He is like a withered grass, which suddenly ushered in the rain of life-saving, and began to grow vigorously upwards.

But after Chen Feng found technicians, raised funds, found a venue, and selected equipment, he hesitated again.

He couldn't deceive himself, saying that the data in the game that was exactly the same as the little prince was the little prince himself.

If the manga is lucky enough to be combined with the game, if Hu Mingjie has really moved to the holographic game at the other end of the game cabin.How could he be willing to let the little prince be imprisoned in a pile of data that can be manipulated at will.

So Chen Feng chose to give up.

For a long time afterwards, Chen Feng fell into an endless loop.

He tried various methods to reach the Huming Realm, but all methods ended in failure.

In the end, he gave up some actions and chose to believe in miracles.

The time between the human world and the Huming Realm is no longer unified. Chen Feng made a calendar about the Huming Realm according to his memory.

Finally one day, 154 sheets of the calendar were torn off.

He finally waited for the god sacrifice day in Huming Realm.

Chen Feng had packed up in the early morning of this day, and sat upright in the study room, waiting for a miracle to happen.

As early as when the prince received the miracle flower for the first time, he made a wish to send flowers to him in the coming year.

Chen Feng also swore an oath in the name of the God of Light in Huming Realm.

If this is a fairy tale, if this is a fairy tale... He should meet his little prince in the sea of ​​flowers on the day when the miracle flower blooms.

The sun rises and sets.

The sunlight reflected from outside changes from long to short.

The clean and tidy study room welcomes the golden light of the rising sun and sends away the clear light of the rising moon.

But nothing happened today.

Only then did Chen Feng have to admit that the little prince who was as beautiful as a fairy tale, that world as beautiful as a fairy tale, had long been locked in the 25th cell of that box by him.

All that was left for him was the grey, routine reality in which miracles would never come.

Chen Feng sometimes fantasizes about his next life.

He will live day after day until he is six or seventy years old.

He might be a very bad old man by then.

He will live in another place, maybe a small town with a less developed economy.

The people next door said he was a weird old man.

He may become a little bad tempered, a little capricious.

He may have some fantasies, and may plaster the whole room with portraits of the little prince.

He's old, doesn't remember things, and may babble about his lover to the neighbor's children.

He would tell the children next door that his lover had jet-black hair, eyes as beautiful as rubies, and skin as flawless as snow.

They have traveled through fairy tale worlds, they have ridden dragons, they have touched spaceships, and they have seen the end.

The neighbor's children shouted: Are you telling a story?

He looked a little dazed, and for a moment he might really doubt whether everything he had experienced was really just a story.

When he was older, phantoms would appear before his eyes.

It often feels like the prince is still by his side.

He took the drawing board and drew a portrait of the little prince.

Draw the little prince under the tree, draw the little prince on the bridge, draw the little prince crying, draw the little prince laughing.

Others say where is the little prince?

He said that only he can see it.

Then he just stopped breathing quietly.

Neighbors called the police for him.

If someone asks, what about that strange old man who always sits in front of the door with a drawing board and has hallucinations?

The insider said that he died.

It should be so.

But Chen Feng sat in the study and picked up the brush again.

He took out a stack of papers and drew down the day before the little prince turned 13.

He drew all the experiences of himself and the little prince.

He drew the process of meeting, falling in love and parting with the little prince.

Chen Feng didn't sit at the desk and finish all these paintings without eating or drinking.

Only sometimes, when he returned home with a somewhat tired body, would he hide in the study and eagerly draw the story between him and the prince.

He painted very slowly, as if he was reluctant to finish all the paintings at once.

Like a bear counting the food in his cave, he carefully and reluctantly counted his memories with the little prince.

After he finished painting the separation, he started to paint their reunion.

Chen Feng didn't know how he and the little prince would meet again, so he still left everything to Miracle.

Chen Feng in the painting is old and dead.

But the soul crossed the isolation of the world and flew to the lake and sea world.

He became a very ordinary person in Huming Realm, he didn't have any spells or supernatural powers.

But he was only able to stay with his prince forever.

This is Chen Feng's last wish, and also his last sweet dream.

This imaginary was so beautiful that after painting all this, Chen Feng's heart was a little ready to move.

He felt that he couldn't wait until he died of old age.

But he promised the little prince to live a good life, so he can't end his own life without authorization.

That day, the weather was very hot.

The sky is clear and blue, with white clouds hanging high, and the shape is like the most standard clouds drawn by children with oil pastels.

Chen Feng was walking aimlessly by the side of the road.

Then he saw a child running to the middle of the road to pick up toys.

A car rushed over.

Chen Feng ran up and pushed the child away.

The car hit him.

He was 36 years old that year.

It has been ten years since I separated from the little prince.

The prince walked down the hill step by step.

The tenth god sacrifice day has passed, and the miracle flower still hasn't bloomed.

When the prince went down the hill, he looked back again.

It was pitch black on the mountain.

There are no miracle flowers, and there are no monsters to pick them.

Since there were no miracle flowers in full bloom on the god festival day for three consecutive years, the custom about miracle flowers seems to have been quietly abolished by people in the next few years.

But the prince comes every year.

The prince lied to Chen Feng about one thing.

He told Chen Feng that the little god did not make things difficult for him, nor did he ask for anything from him.

In fact, after he explained what he wanted to the little god, the little god gave him two choices.

The little fairy said that ordinary people would not give people a choice, but because the little prince is a man of the God of Creation, he will give the God of Creation a face and let the prince choose the price for realizing his wish.

One is that from now on the prince is no longer under the protection of the God of Light.All of Chen Feng's divine power will have no effect on him, Chen Feng can't heal him, and can't bless him.

The second is that the prince has to give up half of his life.

The prince thought for a while, then looked up at the little fairy, and asked, "If I am willing to pay these two prices, can you grant me one more wish?"

The little god raised his eyebrows, looked at the prince with interest and asked, "That depends on what other wishes you want to achieve."

"Your Highness!" Zuo An ran over in a panic, his face full of anxiety.

"what happened?"

Zuo An's lips trembled: "...your tree of life, there is something wrong with your tree of life."

The prince was stunned for a moment, and instantly moved to the forest of life.

The king, the queen mother and the little princess who has been transformed into a human form are standing in front of the prince's tree of life.

Seeing the prince coming, the queen immediately rushed up and held the prince's arms. She looked at the prince from head to toe in a panic, with a very anxious expression: "A Ye, how do you feel now? Is there anything wrong with your body? Comfortable?"

"No discomfort, what happened?"

The queen moved away and showed the prince the tree of life.

"The guard said that your tree of life suddenly withered just now, but it recovered quickly, but after recovery... it became like this..."

The prince went over to look.

His tree of life has grown very tall, the trunk is brown, and the leaves are a clear red.

But at this moment, those red leaves had curled some corners, and his brown trunk seemed to be split by an axe, and most of it was lost.

In its place was a small, feeble, golden shoot.

The buds are tightly attached to the half of the brown trunk, and they are glued together with the trunk, stretching out their golden and yellow leaves.

The color is beautiful like a transparent light.

The prince squatted down, and tremblingly touched the golden sprout with his fingertips, but the place where his fingertips touched was as warm as touching the sun.

The prince turned his head, his voice trembling: "Does this... this tender sprout mean... a new life will be born in the Huming Realm?"

"Although this is true, there has never been a golden tree of life in Huming Realm, and the most important thing now is your tree of life..."

The king stopped talking halfway.

Because his son suddenly cried.

The prince was clearly smiling, his lips parted, revealing two sharp teeth and two rows of porcelain white teeth, he suddenly smiled, tears were about to roll down from the corners of his eyes, and then the tears became more and more, at last he held the A golden-yellow bud burst into tears.

……

"If I am willing to pay these two prices, can you grant me one more wish?"

"That depends on what else you want to achieve."

"I want to share half of my life with Chen Feng."

"...Are you sure? The second price itself is to take away half of your lifespan. If you make this wish, you will only have a quarter of your lifespan left."

"I'm sure. No matter where Chen Feng is, whether he is a human being or a god of light, whether he is in the lake world or the human world, I want him to share my life."

At that time, the prince didn't know whether Chen Feng wanted to stay or return to the human world.

Chen Feng said that he is a human being, and he is a monster in the Huming Realm. Even if they are together, they cannot grow old together.

That's why the prince made such a wish to the little fairy.

If Chen Feng stays in Huming Realm, he will be able to share the life span with Chen Feng and grow old together.

If Chen Feng leaves, he also hopes that Chen Feng will live in another world for a long time.

Chen Feng has given him so many things since childhood, but he has never given Chen Feng anything, and what he has, a long life, is the only gift he can give Chen Feng.

Not all monsters have trees of life.

But those who have the tree of life must be high-level monsters in the Huming world.

The prince stared at the golden-yellow shoot with confidence in his heart.

This is Chen Feng.

Chen Feng will come back.

People in Huming Realm said that their prince was almost possessed by a demon.

A good castle can't live, but I built a wooden house in the forest of life.

He doesn't care about political affairs, and doesn't practice spells. He holds a huge jug to water a golden tree of life every day.

Almost became a dedicated gardener.

Not only did he water the tree of life, but he also ran around, all over the sea and lake world, scavenged all kinds of elixir and water, and poured them all under the golden tree of life.

However, the tree of life was also up to the mark. It was watered with messy elixir and spiritual water every day, but it didn't die from waterlogging. On the contrary, it grew very fast—in less than a year, it was almost as tall as the prince's tree of life.

It's another annual god festival.

This time the prince did not go to the mountain to wait for the miraculous flower, but, as always, took the snow lotus spirit dew collected from Huiling Mountain to water Chen Feng's tree of life.

It has been a year, and Chen Feng's tree of life has grown as tall as himself. Looking into it from a distance, the two trees of life stick together and become one, like a two-color big tree with half red and half gold.

The prince couldn't help thinking wildly.

When will Chen Feng come out, and in what form?

Does he want to wait until the tree bears fruit and jump out of the fruit?

How old will Chen Feng be when he jumps out of the fruit?

Will it be a little doll?

He and Chen Fengben were the same age, because he stayed in the dark for seven years, and Chen Feng was seven years younger than Chen Feng for no reason.

If Chen Feng jumped out of the fruit and turned into a little doll, wouldn't he be more than 20 years older than Chen Feng?

At that time, it is estimated that Chen Feng will call him brother.

Thinking of this, the prince's footsteps involuntarily became brisk, and there was a flying smile between his brows and eyes.

The moment he walked into the forest of life, the prince suddenly felt like he was stepping on something.

He looked down, but saw a transparent flower, with spots of bright spots shining between the fragile petals.

The prince was stunned.

He raised his head.

But suddenly he found that everything his eyes could see was small, transparent flower buds that shone with light.

The rhizome of each flower is transparent, and the slender stem is slightly bent, with a small flower bud on the top.

A gust of wind suddenly blows head on.

Each bud unfolded before the prince.

They are like graceful dancers, shaking each of their petals in the wind. At first glance, they look like a blooming star falling on the ground, or a group of shining waves.

And at the end of this wave of stars is a golden tree of life.

The whole body of the tree of life was glowing with a faint golden light, and a ray of light broke out from the tree.

The light walked towards the prince step by step.

Also step by step into the shape of an adult.

When it stopped in front of the prince, the golden light had turned into Chen Feng's appearance.

Chen Feng presented the most beautiful and brightest miraculous flower in his hand, his whole body shone with a faint golden light, like the light in the dark night, like the sun in the abyss.

He looked at the prince with a windy smile on his brows:

"Ah Ye, the miracle flower has bloomed."

"Want to make a wish?"

The author has something to say: "I Plant My Object"

It's over!

May the little prince and Chen Feng be happy in Huming Realm and live happily ever after!

There may be a small episode~

Finally, thank you for your company all the way, bow! (づ￣3￣)づ