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The lights in the auditorium dimmed, and there was a heavy, dying gasp in the darkness.The pre-recorded audio was played in the surround sound system, and the audience heard weak calls for help, small struggles, the roar of the engine running, and then the sound of metal appliances being ripped apart, and someone pushed the hatch heavily.

The plane sighed, and the lights turned on, reflecting the golden sand dunes on the ground, the entire roof of the auditorium was full of stars, and the Milky Way hung down to the ground.

A man dressed as a pilot emerged from the wreckage of the plane and fell to the ground.

The narration is low, "In 1944, I took off from Corsica and went to the North African battlefield to perform my ninth reconnaissance mission. The plane's engine had problems, and there were no mechanics and passengers. I made an emergency landing in the center of the Sahara Desert."

"There is no man's land for thousands of miles around me, and I am more alone than a shipwrecked sailor in the middle of nowhere. The first night I slept on the sand, and at dawn I heard a strange sound... , and like some kind of mysterious creature from afar.”

Ye Lang's voice came out slowly.

"Please...help me draw a sheep."

A ray of moonlight fell, illuminating the dark part of the stage.

Huo Yang shook his hand on the armrest slightly, and he heard the audience's involuntary inhalation.

The little prince was wearing a red-lined robe with a green background, which fell down to his knees. The short shirt and shorts inside were as white as washing, and he was wearing wide short boots in the style of riding boots.He was a handsome young man with slender limbs. When he sat on the sand dunes with his legs curled up, the moon was shining in the sky, and the toad was bathed in clear water, his figure looked desolate and lonely.

"Please help me draw a sheep..." the little prince repeated.

The confused pilot took out a pen and paper from his pocket, and scribbled a few times on the paper. The huge screen on the stage originally reflected the cosmic galaxy, but suddenly a bubble rose from the notebook in his hand: the drawing on the paper Wearing the hat that Huo Yang saw on the ticket.

"Don't!" The little prince withdrew his legs violently, as if frightened and disgusted, "I don't want to swallow the elephant's boa constrictor. The boa constrictor is very dangerous, the elephant is too heavy, and the place where I live is too small. I need to swallow it." Sheep, please draw me a sheep."

The pilot drew a lot of sheep for the little prince, and he was either picky about "this sheep is too sick" or "this sheep is too old", and was simply pointed out in a very rude manner: "This is not a sheep. It grows Two horns, a ram."

The pilot kept looking at the crashed plane. He was anxious to start the engine and leave here. Impatiently, he randomly drew a box with three holes.

"Great!" The little prince stood up happily, "This is the sheep I want, thank you."

He lowered his head to look at the painting carefully.The audience in the hall laughed, and the child's innocent question was caught in it, but the next sentence of the little prince made them quiet again.

He said: "Give him this box, and he can use it as his home at night. My planet is small and desolate, and there is no decent place for him to live in."

"Are you from another planet?" asked the pilot.

"I come from my home." The little prince replied, and walked back to the side of the sand dune. "My home is very small. Even if I keep walking, I can't go very far..."

Four cracks suddenly opened beside the prop sand dune, and the golden sand covering it poured down like a waterfall, continuously flowing into the darkness.When all the sand fell, the original appearance of the dune was revealed. It was half a very delicate planetary model, with three small craters standing, and hideous tree roots scattered on the ground.

The baobab tree is like a flag planted on the colony. The little prince said: "Like all planets, there are good plants and bad plants on my planet. The seeds are invisible. They sleep in the soil and suddenly wake up one night. , broke the ground, sprouted, and grew lovely shoots against the sun. If it's a turnip, you can let it grow; but if it's a baobab tree, you have to pull it up immediately. It will cover the entire planet until it supports Gotta burst."

"After I wash up every day, I need to pull out the baobab seedlings frequently." The little prince knelt on the ground and broke off the roots, but the roots were too dense; he cut off the branches of the tree, but the branches Also too much.He wiped his brow breathlessly as he said, "It's very tedious labor. For a long time I had only one diversion..."

It was still desert and night at the pilot's side, but the warm dusk slowly ignited on the little prince's planet.He raised his head and watched the sunset silently, "When people are sad, they will fall in love with the sunset. My planet is very small. One day, I watched the sunset 44 times."

The sun changed from brilliant orange to mournful crimson, and finally melted and faded out of the horizon.

The sky darkened again and everything was silent.

At this time, a faint beam of light suddenly landed, following a seed floating in the universe.

"I watched the sunset day after day. I pulled out the saplings of the baobab tree, cleaned up the dust from the active volcano, and fed the migratory birds - until my rose appeared, and she even took away the light and beauty of the setting sun."

The seeds are attracted by the gravitational pull of the small planet, and fall silently.

In the darkness, there was the rustling sound of the wind blowing the grass, the fine rain falling, and finally the sound of something growing out of the ground, so fresh and tender that it seemed to be able to drip water, rising steadily.

In the end, when the audience wanted to poke their heads to see, the spotlight was turned on.

Sitting on the little prince's planet is a girl as delicate as a bud.She was wearing a red crepe skirt with a cloud-like collar, the corners of the skirt were blooming, her skin was like fresh snow, and she opened her watery almond eyes for the first time.

She was dressed so carefully, but she still yawned coquettishly, "Oh! I just got up, I'm so sorry...I haven't washed up yet."

"You are so beautiful," said the little prince involuntarily.

"Really?" said the rose softly, "I was born with the sun..."

The little prince looked at her blankly.When Rose looked at him, turned her small face and said, "I think it's time for breakfast", he suddenly came to his senses, and ran away quickly, brought her a watering can full of clean water, and watered the flower. Delicate flower.

After that, the proud and vain flower began to torment the little prince.She said that she was afraid of catching cold in the wind, so she asked the little prince to bring her a screen to block the wind.He showed his four thorns again, and said that he was not afraid of the tiger's claws, but there were no wild animals on the little prince's planet.

She always said such naive and stupid words in order to bully the little prince and make him blame himself, which gradually made the little prince unhappy.

"I shouldn't take her words seriously," Ye Lang's voice in the narration was soft and slow, but it burned deeply into Huo Yang's heart. "How can I take a flower's words seriously? I just need to stare at her. Just smell her fragrance. My flowers fill the whole planet with fragrance, but I am angry at those few tiger nonsense. But she is actually acting like a baby, I hope I can take pity on her..."

Huo Yang was completely immersed in the stage play, watching Ye Lang on the stage without blinking, his heart was filled with happiness and sadness, his thoughts were only drifting in his voice hazily.

"But I didn't know anything before! I should have seen her actions, not her words! She scented me and lit my life. I shouldn't have left her... I should have seen her tricks The tenderness behind it."

"At that time, I was too young to know how to love her."

On the day the little prince left, he cleaned the planet carefully and brought a glass cover.He stood behind the rose, "Goodbye."

Rose didn't speak.

He repeated, "Goodbye."

Rose coughed, but it wasn't because of a cold.

"I was stupid before." She finally said, "I'm sorry. I wish you happiness."

The little prince stood in a daze holding the glass dome.

"Yes, I love you," said the rose, "and it's my fault that you don't know anything, and that's all right. But you're as stupid as I am... Take the glass cover away, I don't want it anymore It's gone."

"But there will be wind..."

"I am a flower, why am I afraid of the wind?"

"But there will be insects and tigers..."

"I'm willing to put up with two or three caterpillars, because I want to know butterflies. Otherwise, who will visit me? You're leaving." She said, showing the four thorns innocently, "As for tigers, I never Don't be afraid."

When the little prince left, the rose didn't look back.

She is a proud flower, unwilling to let him see her tears.

The little prince went to many planets.He sees kings who issue orders, ruling over empty realms; he sees men who take off their hats at the clap of hands, pretending to be modest but vainly longing for praise; he sees drunks who drink out of shame, The businessman counted the [-] million stars that did not belong to him over and over again...

The geographer gushes: "The book of geography is the most precious of books. It is never out of date. Mountains seldom change their position, and oceans take a long time to dry up. We write about eternal things."

"My planet is very small, with only three volcanoes..." said the little prince, "but I have a flower."

"We don't collect flowers," said the geographer.

"Why? This flower is the most beautiful!"

"Because flowers bloom and wither in an instant, mountains and seas are eternal."

"What does 'fleeting' mean?"

"It means 'in danger of rapid extinction.'"

"My flower is fleeting," said the little prince, "and she has only four thorns to defend herself from the outside world! I have left her alone on my planet!"

He came to the earth and met a fox.The fox was played by a short boy in a shaggy uniform, with soft red hair, and he looked very pretty.

The fox wants to be friends with the little prince.

The fox said, "To me, you are nothing but a child, just like thousands of other children. You don't need me, and I don't need you. I'm just a fox, like thousands of other children. Foxes are no different. But if you domesticate me—domestication means 'creating relationship'—then we need each other. We're all unique to each other..."

"I understand a little bit," the little prince squatted down, stroking the fox that gently rubbed against his leg, "There is a flower... I believe she has tamed me."

"You can only understand what you have domesticated," said the fox. "Humans don't have time to understand anything anymore. They go to the store to buy whatever they need. And your rose, she is not a human planted in the garden." One of [-] roses for her...it is the time you give her that makes your rose so special."

"It is the time I have devoted to her that makes my rose so special..." the little prince continued.

"Man has forgotten this truth," said the Fox, "but you must never forget it. You are forever responsible for what you tame, and you are responsible for your roses..."

"I am responsible for my rose..." the little prince followed up.

In the heart of the Sahara, pilots are still hammering away.He had dug out the plane's engine and was trying to unscrew a screw that was stuck inside.When the little prince turned his head and asked him, "If sheep eat baobab seedlings, will they eat flowers?" he replied without turning his head, "Sheep eat whatever they see."

"It also eats flowers with thorns?"

"Yes, we also eat flowers with thorns."

"Then what are those thorns for?"

The pilot tried his best but couldn't unscrew the screw, angrily smashed it with a hammer, and said impatiently, "It's useless, it's just to show Hua Hua's malice."

"Oh!" The little prince stood up in amazement.After a while, he said with resentment, "Flowers are weak, they are innocent. They will try their best to protect themselves, but their thorns can't hurt others at all..."

The pilot didn't answer.He kicked the plane so hard that the whole stage shook.

The little prince was still asking, "Do you really think..."

"I don't think anything!" the pilot yelled at him, turning sharply. "Don't bother me! I'm just saying that, I have serious business to do!"

"Serious business?" The little prince stared at him, staring at the black oil stains on his hands, holding the hammer head, and guarding the side of the broken plane, "Your tone of voice is very similar to those grown-ups I met! "

With a bang, the hammer hit the ground.The pilot unconsciously wiped his hands on his clothes.

"I know a businessman who has never smelled the fragrance of a flower, never seen a star. He loves no one. He does nothing but do arithmetic, and talks to himself all day like you : 'I'm a decent man! I'm a decent man!' He's inflated with pride! Five hundred million stars, he thinks the whole world belongs to him!"

The little prince was very angry.He walked around violently, tore off his clothes, and threw them on the ground.

"Flowers have grown thorns for millions of years, and sheep have eaten flowers for millions of years. Isn't it serious to find out why flowers go to such lengths to grow useless thorns? Are sheep and flowers Doesn't it matter that there is a war between them? If I know a unique flower that only grows on my planet, and a sheep just bites and destroys her, doesn't it matter?"

He knelt down, tore his hair in pain, his voice was so hoarse that it almost broke:

"If someone falls in love with a flower, there are billions of stars in the sky, and this flower only grows on one of them, when he looks up at the night sky, he will feel unparalleled happiness! He can wake up from the dream "There is my rose in the starry sky." But if the sheep eat her, it means to him that all the stars suddenly go out! Doesn't that matter?!"

The little prince collapsed, he couldn't cry.The pilot rushed over and hugged him tightly, comforting him incoherently: "Please don't cry, the flower you love will not be in danger... I, I will draw a muzzle for the sheep... I will draw a rose for you." Put on your armor... my friend..."

Night fell.

There were low sobs in the auditorium.

When the lights on the stage came on again, it was already dawn in the desert.The pilot was in a deep sleep with his head resting on the plane.The little prince took off his coat and put it on him.

A golden snake crawled out, it was a thin girl, and she really walked on the ground like a snake.

The snake said, "I can take you far away."

The little prince sat silently on the ground.

Snake straightened his upper body, "Whoever I touch, I will send him to where he came from."

The little prince nodded, "Okay, I understand what you mean."

The snake spit out bright red letters and looked at him, "Do you want to go home?"

The little prince raised his head and looked at the starry sky.

"The distance is too long for you to carry this body. It's too heavy."

The little prince looked at the starry sky.

"Like old discarded bark, you'd look dead, but you didn't..."

The little prince looked at the starry sky for a long time, and then said softly: "Do you know...my flower...I don't know if there are butterflies with her...I have to be responsible for her! She is fragile and innocent. She is only four years old. Root thorns can be used to protect oneself..."

He stood up.

He took the last step, "Okay...please..."

A flash of yellow lightning flashed past his feet.The little prince stood motionless for a moment.He didn't yell.He fell slowly, like a tree being cut down, hitting the ground with a quiet muffled sound.

Huo Yang stood up abruptly, his heart beating to the mouth of his throat, almost out of control.It wasn't until the slowly dimming lights were turned on again, and all the actors in the stage play got up from the ground or came out of the backstage, that he dropped back to his seat with cold hands.

There were cold drops of water falling on the collarbone, still sliding down, he didn't care, just wiped his face casually.

Just as the applause and cheers knocked over the roof of several households, Huo Yang squeezed out without hesitation, sneaking into the backstage in the dark.

The backstage was twists and turns, and there were countless rooms. He also asked several people, and went the wrong way several times, and finally found the most obvious big lounge.The door inside was ajar, the lights were on, but it was very quiet.When Huo Yang walked in, he saw Ye Lang half lying on the big sofa.

The teenager was only wearing a short-sleeved white shirt and white shorts. His feet in short boots were resting on a chair, and his long legs were crossed.As if he was very tired, he tilted his head back, resting the back of his head on the backrest, and only slightly raised his eyelids when he heard someone coming.

"Brother..." He just got up with difficulty, Huo Yang pushed him back on the sofa, "Take a break, I'll come and see you."

Ye Lang's stage makeup has been removed, and there is still a little gold dust left in the corner of his eyes. In the quiet staring, it is shining on Huo Yang's retina.When he closed his eyes, those light spots were still flashing in front of his eyes, lingering.

Ye Lang stared at him for a while, then suddenly reached out and touched Huo Yang's eyelashes lightly.

"Brother," he said hoarsely, I don't know if it was because his voice was hoarse, and it was difficult to speak, and he almost jumped out word by word, "On my birthday, I drank too much... I don't I know, I don't know that's inappropriate. I'm sorry..."

He paused again before finishing the sentence, "...it won't be like this again in the future. Don't be angry with me, okay?"

Under his touch, the young man's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the pair of pupils were like a mirror, like the autumn moon in a flat lake, clearly reflecting the two little him.

Ye Lang always felt that he wanted to say something, his lips moved silently, but he didn't say anything, he just touched his head gently, "I've never been angry with you."

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