Chen Feng felt that his whole heart was throbbing for a moment. He opened his mouth to speak, but found that nothing could come out, so he stretched out his hand to hold the prince's hand.

Because the prince's hands were shaking.

But before Chen Feng could touch the prince's hand, he was avoided by him. He lowered his head and continued to tell his story with a smooth and clear voice: "Once I fell into a long, long sleep. When I woke up,

, only to find that it was finally dawn. I was so happy that I almost cried. I ran out without even putting on my shoes. Then they told me that my parents had died on the battlefield and their bodies were not found."

He prayed and looked forward to tomorrow day and night, but what he waited for was the sad news of losing a loved one.

For a moment, he thought to himself.

Shouldn't he pray for dawn?

The king and queen died at the hands of the leader of the witches and demons, and the royal family in the Huming Realm was no longer able to resist the attacks of the witches and demons.

He is the last bloodline of the previous king and the purest royal family left in the Huming world.

The elders asked him to perform prayers and sacrifices.

In a daze, he learned the sacrificial rituals taught to him by the elders, and knelt by the Lake of Light to pray to the God of Light.

Then a person's figure actually emerged from the lake.

As the waves of the lake moved slightly, the figure of the man gradually became clear, and it turned out to be Chen Feng.

Chen Feng has grown up so much that he is almost unrecognizable.

Chen Feng didn't seem to recognize him either.

But Chen Feng still listened to his prayers and appeared in the Huming Realm as a phantom of light, turning the leader of the Witch Demon Tribe into a big tree, ending the war in one fell swoop.

Chen Feng became the god of light in people's mouth.

Revered by all demons and worshiped by all people.

The prince woke up in the middle of the night one day. He opened the window and looked outside, only to find Chen Feng sitting by a river behind the castle, fishing.

He was covered in a layer of holy light, and his body was translucent.

Like a true god.

The prince spread his wings and flew down and landed next to Chen Feng. He raised his head and looked at Chen Feng and asked: "Chen Feng, who are you?"

Chen Feng already looked like an adult man. He bent down and looked at the little prince who only reached his chest, with a gentle and loving smile on his face, as if looking at a strange child.

He said: "I'm just a painter."

The prince was stunned and asked: "But they all call you the God of Light who created the world."

Chen Feng thought for a moment and replied: "What they said is right. After all, I created you."

Later, the prince left the Huming Realm and came to the human world. He saw the picture album about the Huming Realm at Chen Feng's house.

The picture album was placed in the bottom drawer of the bookcase, already covered with dust.

The prince opened the photo album and flipped through it from beginning to end.

On the last page of the picture album, in the last frame of the eight-frame comic, there was an empty sentence written on it.

"Your Highness, please rest. It will be your 13th birthday at dawn."

This is the last frame of the last page of the entire painting.

It was also the beginning of the decade of darkness that the prince had experienced.

The prince turned over the last page and saw a sticky note on the back of the album.

There was scrawled handwriting on it.

"Today when I was cleaning up my room, I found the first comic I drew when I was a child. I had forgotten when this comic was drawn. I had even forgotten the characters and plot. I just read it again. Some of the settings in it were embarrassing.

It's childish and hits the mark. I really can't bear to watch it a second time."

"I looked at the date of the last painting. It was seven years ago. Maybe I really had no interest in continuing to draw it at that time, so I couldn't give this comic a good ending. But now, I can't pick it up again.

Since I started this comic, even if I don’t draw it, I hope the story in this comic can continue in another world.”

The prince read these words three times, back and forth.

Finally understood the whole reason.

It turns out that Humingjie is an embarrassing, childish and middle-grade childhood work for Chen Feng.

It turns out that he was trapped in the darkness for seven years just because Chen Feng lost interest in this cartoon.

It turned out that time started to turn again, and he received the sad news of the death of his parents on his 13th birthday, just because seven years later, Chen Feng hypocritically wrote on the back of the album: "Even if I don't paint, I still hope that the story in this painting will

It can also continue in another world."

Chen Feng is a superior cartoonist who created him and then abandoned him.

Chen Feng once crossed a stream with him, held his hand, and said to him in a tone that was almost like a vow, Aye, you will always stay with me, stay with me forever.

But then Chen Feng lost interest in him, threw the album into the corner, and left him in the dark for seven years. He knew nothing at the time and read Chen Feng's name over and over again, thinking that Chen Feng

I will definitely come to rescue him.

The prince turned his head and looked at the dancing firelight. His voice was clear and calm: "Chen Feng, I haven't been able to understand for a long time, are human beings always easily interested and easily disgusted?"

"I'm sorry..." He apologized hoarsely, wiping away the tears on the prince's face with his fingers trembling slightly.

The prince reached out and touched his face, only to realize that he had cried at some point.

He always sheds tears easily, and there is obviously no one to comfort him.

Chen Feng's heart trembled and he hugged the little prince tightly into his arms.

He closed his eyes, buried his face in the prince's neck, and murmured over and over again: "Your Highness... I'm sorry."

The little prince let Chen Feng hold him and leaned quietly in Chen Feng's arms. He stared at the lonely star in the sky for a while and slowly closed his eyes.

Chen Feng, if this time you fall in love with me again after you disliked me, then please like me longer and deeper.

So that I can abandon you too.

As if it was a sequelae of those seven years, the prince could easily fall asleep.

Just like now, he was already sleeping in Chen Feng's arms.

The night wind blew and the leaves rustled.

Chen Feng put his arms around the prince to protect him from the wind. When the prince in his arms was so cold that he could only crawl into Chen Feng's arms, he realized that his arms were not enough to protect him from the wind.

Chen Feng raised his head and glanced around, then took out the pen from the prince's pocket and drew an inconspicuous small wooden house surrounded by green vines behind the big tree in front.

He drew a lot of leaves for shelter on the wooden house, so that he could tell the prince tomorrow: The cabin has always been there, but he didn't find it yesterday.

The small house appeared behind the big tree just as he imagined. Chen Feng held the prince and walked towards the small wooden house step by step.

The cabin was fairly sturdy and had good wind resistance. After Chen Feng arrived, he closed the door and blocked out all the cold wind and chill outside.

Chen Feng drew two beds in a serious manner. He put the little prince on the bed next to the wall, then helped him take off his shoes, socks and coat, and then covered him tightly with a quilt.

After doing all this, he consciously ran to another bed and went to sleep.

He knew in his heart that the little prince hated him now and didn't like him at all. He had no intention of sleeping in the same bed with the little prince to annoy him.

He was also afraid that when the little prince woke up in the middle of the night and saw him beside him, he would be so angry that he could not sleep.

He lay on the bed, turning sideways, and his eyes fell on the little prince's face.

The moonlight leaked from the window sill like broken silver, spreading a layer of clear light on the prince's cheeks. The prince originally had a sharp and dazzling beauty, but at this moment, it was suppressed by the moonlight, and he seemed to have a fragile beauty.

.

For the first time, Chen Feng truly realized that the prince was indeed the person he drew.

Chen Feng stayed at home these past two days and read through all the painting albums and comics he had drawn before.

But he had to admit that The Little Prince was the most beautiful of all his works.

The Little Prince is the first character created by Chen Feng, which brings together all his fantasies about beauty.

Even now, if someone asked Chen Feng to hold a pen and draw the most beautiful portrait, Chen Feng thought, he would only be able to draw the appearance of a prince.

Chen Feng suddenly noticed that the prince was frowning, as if he had a nightmare, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his body was shaking slightly.

Chen Feng subconsciously wanted to get out of bed, wanted to wake him up from his nightmare, and wanted to hold him to sleep.

But as soon as he sat up from the bed, he suddenly woke up.

He suddenly realized that he might be the culprit of the prince's nightmare.

He hesitated for a moment and lay back on the bed again.

He turned around and looked up at the roof of the cabin.

He did not go to see the prince again because he was afraid that if he saw the little prince again, he would not be able to bear to hug him.

There is a black spot on the beam of the cabin, which seems to be a trace of the wood.

Chen Feng stared at the little black dot and suddenly felt strange.

This black spot seems to be moving. Could it be some kind of insect?
To be continued...