The middle-aged man sat on the chair opposite him and smiled gently: "I believe he is real."

Chen Feng opened his eyes widened unexpectedly.

"I believe you." The man looked serious, "Can you tell me the story about him?"

Chen Feng stared at the man motionlessly.

High frequency of electric shocks, medication and fasting have made his brain dull and difficult to think.

His brain was spinning slowly and hard and slowly like a rusty gear.

He didn't know what this person meant.

I don’t know if this man is lying to him or the truth.

The man took out a beautiful wooden music box, he twisted the clockwork at the bottom of the music box, and placed the music box on the desktop in front of Chen Feng.

The white horse with wings in the middle of the music box slowly rotated around the axis.

The crisp and melodious music sounded from the music box.

The music is quiet and soothing, as if it can make people escape from the complicated irritability, relax and sleepy.

"Tell me about him." The man's tone was soft, "Let me believe he exists."

Chen Feng was silent for a while, and finally spoke, saying something about the little prince in the melodious background sound.

At the end of the talk, his eyes were so sleepy that he couldn't open it. He tried his best to focus his eyes on the rotating white horse in the music box, but the more he focused, the more he felt distracted.

The man's voice was light and slow, as if he was about to enter his dream deliberately.

"Relax." The man asked in a low voice, "What did you see?"

Chen Feng looked at the white horse's wings and murmured: "...Little Prince."

"What clothes are the little prince wearing?"

"He was wearing a white...white linen shirt, and a red double-breasted jacket, with slender golden tassels hanging on his shoulders..."

The following scene becomes hazy and blurry.

There was a rumbling sound of wind in my ears.

He seemed to be held by the little prince and stopped beside him, which was a high altitude of clouds.

The little prince seemed to be angry with him because he did not attend the little prince's birthday party on time.

Chen Feng hugged the little prince and apologized to him. His ears touched the little prince's soft hair. He hugged the little prince tightly, but all his emotions could not be concealed at this moment.

He was almost trembling all over and told the little prince about his experiences over the past few days.

He is so tired, sleepy, hungry, and painful.

The little prince didn't speak.

His painful remarks received no response.

He looked up at Chen Feng with a expressionless expression on his face: "Chen Feng, it turns out that I was just drawn by you?"

"Am I fake?"

"Who are you?"

One question after another made Chen Feng’s face lose blood.

The little prince's expression became more and more cold and his expression became more and more unfamiliar.

"We are not people in the same world. I am fictional to you, and you may not be real to me."

"Chen Feng, I don't want to play with you anymore."

The little prince let go of his hand.

Chen Feng fell from a height of thousands of miles.

He stared in the little prince's eyes.

Unbelievable, a split headache.

The threat cannot make him leave the little prince, the medicine cannot make him leave the little prince, and the electric shock cannot make him leave the little prince.

But the little prince can.

Chen Feng's spirit was so weak that he did not realize that all this was just a trap for the hypnotist. He really thought that the little prince had abandoned him.

He lay on the bed with his eyes closed, his breathing becoming messy and his heartbeat became weak, as if he wanted to sleep forever and never wake up again.

He thought the little prince was his wings, his driftwood, his ship, and his shore.

But now he watched with his own eyes throw him down the abyss, and the driftwood was split into pieces. The boat was not a ship, and the shore was not a shore.

13-year-old Chen Feng closed his memory of the little prince and became a completely abnormal "normal person".

He became a more perfect being than his original self.

Of course it's more like a robot.

Fortunately, my mother was satisfied.

Chen Feng lives like an elite child, but one day at the age of 20, he suddenly feels boring in life.

He was familiar with the family business with his father.

Sitting on the luxurious giant ship, watching people cheering and drinking, and drinking.

The sea breeze blows from the sea.

It has a fishy, ​​salty and slightly cool smell.

Chen Feng stood on the deck, hugging the sea breeze with his arms wide open.

Then he fell straight from the cruise ship.

Chen Feng was not dead. He swam ashore, sold all his valuable items, and rented a broken house.

He just suddenly got tired of his past life and wanted to live a different life.

But he sat in the empty and dilapidated house without knowing what he was going to do.

He picked up his brush as a traitor.

He seemed to have some talent in this regard, and soon earned money to survive by drawing comics.

But in contrast, the person sent by his father quickly found him.

Chen Feng was not surprised at all.

He even felt that his father's movements were slower.

However, his father did not ask him to go back, but sent someone to take him everything he had left at home, and asked him to tell him to have fun outside for a while before going back.

There is a rare compromise in parents' attitudes.

Chen Feng understood very well.

After all, there are not many outstanding wealthy families in this world. They greeted others smoothly in the last second, but suddenly threw themselves into the sea the next moment.

...It's like a psychopath.

Not to mention his father, he was a little scared.

Chen Feng never tires from belittling himself for the last moment.

It includes tidying up the room, opening the cartons sent by my father, prying open a box with a lost key, and finding a hand-picture book at the bottom of the box that fell from the dust.

Perhaps because of the long time, Chen Feng found that he had no memory of this comic. He could barely find a little familiarity after reading it from beginning to end.

He didn't read seriously.

In addition to the two villain wizards who are similar to his parents, the little prince who is too beautiful in the whole comic also makes him feel a little uncomfortable.

Besides these characters, the entire comic has almost no ups and downs, all of which are daily records, as well as some strange settings and inexplicably second-hand sentences.

But the cartoon has not been finished.

The last page of the little prince who stays in the painting is about to celebrate his birthday.

As a new cartoonist with very professional qualities, Chen Feng always feels that this is inappropriate.

He tore a postscript and wrote something similar to the postscript, and posted it on the last page of paper, hoping that even if he didn't draw, the characters in the painting would have to live a good life.

Even though Chen Feng could pick out 100 loopholes and problems in his former comics at this moment, he could not deny that this comic was indeed drawn by him as young as he was extremely careful.

Because the little prince in this painting is so beautiful.

The little prince's beauty is ostentatious and cannot be concealed. It seems that he is standing on the noblest and dazzling stage when he appears, shining brightly and unparalleled.

This beauty cannot be concealed by tender painting and rough lines.

Chen Feng has painted so many comics now, but no character can compare to his childhood works.

But that night he had a dream.

The little prince in the dream knelt on the altar by the lake, praying over and over again.
To be continued...