Original toffee

When I met him, he was only three years old. He was still a pink and tender meat dumpling. He didn't know what it was to be afraid of and what it was to like. He played with his buttocks up every day, didn't like to talk, and was lonely.

I'd come to see him when I got up, to see him sitting on the floor of his room playing with those cold toys.

The room was large, beautifully decorated but not warm at all, and had a huge floor-to-ceiling window—thanks to the floor-to-ceiling windows facing the garden, it was convenient for me to see him.

Once I didn't hide well and he found me.He didn't bark, he just tilted his head to look at me - I hid outside the window, I was really afraid that other people would find out - but no, he just waited and watched for a while, then crawled over clumsily , Gently knocked on the window.

So this became our secret.

He still sits on the ground and plays with toys every day. If I come, he will tap the glass lightly with his beak. When he hears it, he will crawl over and spend a quiet afternoon staring at each other—later he started When I was learning to speak, I would chatter and speak some meaningless language to me.

If someone came, he would cleverly turn sideways and block me from the window.

He grew up slowly, and I watched him grow from a quiet little doll to a melancholy teenager.He has chestnut hair, which is long and usually tied in a bunch behind him, which matches his richly decorated clothes very well.A pair of emerald green eyes with slightly downturned corners, always calm and melancholy when looking at people.

I like his eyes a lot, but I can't tell him.

He has many brothers and sisters, all of whom are eloquent, lively, capable, talented, and acting like a baby. In contrast, he is so quiet that he is appallingly quiet, so he is not very popular.I think if he wasn't needed for something, his father might have forgotten that there is such a son in this huge and prosperous palace.

I think I can be with him forever.

I want to be with him forever.

He is so lonely.

One winter, when I visited him, I brought some rose seeds with me.After he took it, he quietly planted it in a clay pot, which was hidden in his palace.

Only one seed germinated, and he took good care of it, often looking at that pitifully small branch and leaf, he would suddenly laugh, with the corners of his eyes crooked, gentle and clean.

I hope from the bottom of my heart that he will live his life cleanly like this.

Probably because this rose tree is always hidden in the house, where it does not see light or rain, so it grows very weakly, and even the branches that come out are soft and slender, not to mention there are no flower buds.

When he was alone, he hugged the flower pot and sat quietly for an entire afternoon. I squatted next to him, folded my wings, and spent a quiet afternoon with him as before—in fact, I am no longer favored. He is also honored as "Your Highness", and he has as many roses as he wants, but he just stubbornly guards this pot of roses that have not bloomed for a long time.

Thinking about it later, it's actually not difficult to understand.

He was like that pot of roses, never seen wind and rain, trapped in this big house that he didn't like at all, growing clean and fragile.

He is willing to guard that pot of roses, just like I am willing to guard him all the time.

Then I temporarily left him for three months, and when I came back, I couldn't find him no matter what.

There is no him in the room, nor the pot of delicate roses.

I've searched everywhere except the main hall, but I couldn't find him.

I squatted outside the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window, hiding carefully, and wanted to wait for him to come back, but only waited until the servant who usually served him rushed in: "Make some snacks, hurry up, your highness has been kneeling for three days Now, if you don’t eat, you won’t be able to hold on anymore!”

Kneeling for three days?

No food or water?

My heart seemed to be pricked by thorns, and I hurried to the main hall, only to see a man kneeling on the steps outside the main hall, with a straight waist, cold sweat dripping on his pale and clear face, and his light hair wet with sweat stuck to his face Side, looks very embarrassed.

Why are you so stupid.

I can't get close, I can only hide in the shadows and look at him secretly.

The waiter quickly came over with a food box, and he shook his head, expressing that he would not eat it.

How can I not eat.I am very distressed.

Taking advantage of the guard's shift, I quickly spread my wings and rushed over, directly hiding in the shadow of his clothes.

He glanced down at me, showing a pale smile.

He begged his father to let him out of the palace.

He wants to be a gardener.

He wants to quit the royal family.

His father didn't allow it.

What is he thinking, why is it... Sigh.

I saw a broken earthen basin beside him, and the delicate rose tree was mixed in the mud. The leaves had been trampled, but a bright red rose stubbornly bloomed.

I don't know why, but I feel very similar to him.

I closed my eyes and made a decision in my heart.

After searching for a long time in the forest, I finally found a rose in full bloom.I believe it is the most beautiful one.

I brought it back and I wanted to give it to him.

I don't know how he will go on in the future, because I plan to leave.

But at least for now, I have to give him one last gift.

After all, it's not me he loves.

After all, I'm a crow and he's a prince.

I don't know if I will resent myself for sending him the rose seeds.

The little prince loves roses forever.