A family is missing

The prince fell down and fell asleep for a while.

Woke up a lot more refreshed this time.

Calling people to pass on food, I finally feel as if I came alive.

Just don't think about that person.

Get up and look around the room carefully.

Only then did I realize that everything in front of me was actually very strange.

The one facing him from a distance should be the door leading to the outside room.

The one with the frame over there should be the window.

It turns out that everything is a different color.

The cylinder with a wide middle and two narrow ends is probably a vase.

Are there flowers in there?

what flower?

Frangipani?

Oh, probably not.

At this time, it should have fallen.

The prince stood in front of the door, looked at the door but didn't know how to open it.

Sighing self-deprecatingly, he closed his eyes.

Raise your hand and pull the door.

It was the same that day.

He wakes up and finds Fuming. He wants to find someone, but the person has disappeared.

He got out of bed in a hurry, but didn't know which way to go.

Everything in his eyes did not match what he was familiar with in his mind and what he had touched with his own hands.

He closed his eyes and ran all the way to the hut.

"Little dumb, are you having a stomachache? Why is it taking so long? Little dumb—"

No matter how you shouted, no one answered.

Is it the feeling of being abandoned?

I don't remember anything after that.

The longest is probably waiting in apprehension and despair.

Although he regained his sight, it seemed that all the lights had been extinguished in the dark night.

into the study.

It turned out that the furniture and decorations I touched every day looked like this.

It was on this desk that the last piece of paper was blown away by the previous draft.

Oh, it was that time.

Rubbing his hands on the table.

I saw the writing brush hanging on the desk, displaying paper, and grinding.

He picked up the pen with his wrist hanging in the air, but it didn't come down.

It seems that beginners generally do not know how to make the first stroke.

Close your eyes again, and make a few strokes with your wrist.As soon as I opened my eyes, I got stuck again and didn't know how to move the pen.

After repeated several times, I was finally able to write with my eyes open.

The prince couldn't help laughing to himself, it turned out that he learned to write early because he hoped that one day he would regain his sight and live a normal life, as if he had never been blind before.

I never thought that now that my eyes are no longer blind, I still have to practice my writing from scratch.

But before the corner of his mouth raised, he stopped.

A page is full of autumn sounds.

Autumn sound.

It turns out that the word "Autumn Sound" is like this.

The housekeeper came again.

Ask the prince if he can see things suddenly and he has to get used to it.

After thinking about it, I suggested that we should be more cautious on weekdays, and don't let everyone know.

But the lord knew that the housekeeper came for the matter that he didn't finish talking about in the morning.

It's really urgent, and I can't afford to delay a minute or a second.

"Let's get down to business." The prince folded the paper as he said, "It's important to find things, so don't worry about people. It's been a long time since we captured them and no one came to rescue them. The things should have been sent out early in the morning."

The prince also reflected on himself as he spoke, thinking that he could take care of both, but found that after bumping into it, he ignored too many things and took too many wrong steps.

"If they really got it..."

The housekeeper continued: "Then we will make a few fake ones and distribute them to confuse the public."

"Really, have you seen it?" The prince looked at the housekeeper, "I haven't seen it anyway. But your idea is good. Make a few completely different ones, and they haven't seen the real thing."

The prince thought for a while and then said, "And call out all the good hands in the mansion to find out the news."

"Okay, then—" the housekeeper hesitated to speak, "The manpower from Xishan Village, do you want to transfer back? Before Cha Qiu..."

The prince looked the same, nodded and said: "All transferred back, no need to watch."

The sound of the wheelchair faded away.

Only then did the prince realize that he had lived a life of judging everything by listening to the voice for too long.

No matter what I do now, I still try to find the source of the sound.

There is only one person, and he cannot find the source.

That person couldn't make a sound.

If you think about it calmly, there is not much difference in his days.

After all, there was no sound.

It's just that no matter whether you open your eyes or close them, the room is full of everything about that person.

Fortunately, when I think of him now, it is no longer pure anger.

What's more, disappointment and loss.

And absurdity.

Yes, ridiculous.

The prince looked back calmly.

A split second from "Who Gave You the Bell" to "Bring Everyone Back".

Before that, he was cold and distant.

Under these two masks, there is a heart beating longing for long-term companionship.

Until he heard about those eyes.

Eyes that moved him.

At first, it was envy and sympathy.

That man has light that he doesn't have.

He had a voice that the man didn't have.

Then time allows these complex emotions to take root and blossom.

The moment he was about to hit the ground, he thought he had it, but suddenly lost it.

It turns out that it might have been wrong to begin with.

He thought he didn't care and didn't force it.

But the news that came from the dungeon again and again made him unable to remain indifferent.

The heart-piercing cry at the end tore open the curtain he was trying to cover over his heart.

He admitted that he didn't let go, didn't let go.

He has been thinking about it.

Thinking of the man with the big wet eyes.

Thinking about whether he is okay or not.

Even when reason told him to keep his distance, he tried to do it.

But the man came out of the prison to treat his eyes, breaking through the barrier of distance.

The emotions that had been suppressed for a long time began to fight back, no matter what, he just wanted to get it.

He doesn't want to lose.

So he wondered if that person would leave?

If a person knows that another person has other plans.

If a person knows that the smell of wine is pungent, he is easy to get drunk and burns a knife.

If a person is clearly conscious, he still has to establish a relationship with another person through drunkenness.

Even, this person tried again and again to touch another person's heart with clear love.

Lost my mind like this, no matter what.

That person, just wants to be with another person forever.

No matter how eager the desire is.

You finally left me.

Perhaps the current prince is calm enough.

No longer will you keep what you want to prove regardless of the consequences.

A few days later, the housekeeper said that Zheng Junhou had retired.

The prince pretended to lament a few words, and asked if everything was ready.

The butler nodded.

The prince said: "It's almost ready to act. By the way, bring a milk dog."

The housekeeper understood, and when he turned around, he hugged a big-eyed pup.

The prince held it up and looked at it for a long time.

It turns out that the big wet eyes look like this.

I don't want to remember you.

But I won't forget you either.

I will never forget your kindness.

and the pain it brought me.