gradually took control of the body, but this is not a good thing for Zhuang Yan.

"Bang bang bang. ”

With a few ping-pong sounds, Zhuang Yan felt a sharp pain, and he couldn't tell where it hurt, this pain seemed to appear directly in the nerves.

"I went, why do you have to feel the pain of making an airplane. ”

Zhuang Yan had already figured out why he was in pain, because the owner of the plane, the pilot, was tinkering with tools on him and wanted to fix him.

As an airplane, Zhuang Yan has no eyes or ears, but he can hear and see, he seems to have opened a 360-degree panoramic vision, and he can see everything around him clearly.

The pilot, who was busy with tools, looked like a foreigner, in an old-fashioned flight suit with no flight cap on his head, revealing the top of the man's half-bald head.

If you look closely, this man has pointed ears and looks a bit like Mr. Bean between his eyebrows and eyes.

The sentence he said to himself just now was in French, but because it was Zhuang Yan's dream world, Zhuang Yan could understand it without any obstacles.

A French pilot, I don't know why he made a forced landing in such a wasteland.

This wasteland is a big desert, so big that you can't see the edge at a glance, and if this guy can't fix the plane, he may have to explain it here.

Zhuang Yan searched in his mind for a long time, but he didn't think of which book this story was, and the ones who could think of this kind of scene were those Hollywood blockbusters in the United States.

The work of repairing an aircraft is not easy, especially without helpers. Zhuang Yan was for a long time, and he felt that the pain was almost numb, and the man put down his tools in a dejected manner, sat on the seat of the plane and fell asleep.

Zhuang Yan looked at the man in his "arms", and was a little speechless, he felt that this picture was a little weird now, he was now an airplane, but he had all kinds of senses.

Even he could feel the body temperature coming from the man, he didn't know where the cockpit was in his body, in his stomach, in his heart?

He knew that there shouldn't be such an analogy, but he was always a human being, and it was normal to have such thoughts.

The desert was very cold at night, and Zhuang Yan could feel the cold, but he didn't feel very cold.

He looked at the moon in the sky, and then at the man in his "arms", and felt a little depressed, because until now, the story seems to have not developed, is he just watching the man sleep?

Thinking about it, Zhuang Yan felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, although he didn't have such a thing as eyelids now, but he still felt sleepiness coming, and it didn't take long for him to fall asleep.

Before going to bed, his last thought was: the plane even has to sleep?

……

"Would you please draw me a sheep?"

"Ahh

"Draw me a sheep ......"

Zhuang Yan woke up suddenly, and the man in his "arms" also woke up one step earlier, and the "ah" just now was what this man said.

The man jumped up all of a sudden, followed the sound and looked, Zhuang Yan also rubbed his eyes (although he didn't have eyes), and looked over.

A very strange little boy, with golden hair, wore a golden scarf, half of which fell below his shoulders, and when a gust of wind blew, the scarf floated up like a flag.

The pilot was surprised, he couldn't believe that this little child had appeared in this deserted place. The child's face was calm, without a hint of hunger, thirst, fear, or exhaustion, as if he had suddenly appeared in this place.

Zhuang Yan was also surprised, but there was more realization in his surprise, if he didn't know what book this dream was before, then when he saw this blonde kid, he was sure where he had come.

"The little prince?"

Zhuang Yan subconsciously shouted, but he couldn't make a sound at all.

That's right, the one in front of me should be the little prince, and it is very likely that the little prince is from the asteroid B612.

"Well, what are you doing here?" the pilot asked, coming back to his senses.

But the little prince did not answer him, but said repeatedly, "Please...... Draw me a sheep ......"

Zhuang Yan noticed that this pilot, of course, knew that this world was "The Little Prince", Zhuang Yan knew that this pilot should be the author of "The Little Prince", as for what the name was, Zhuang Yan really couldn't remember, it should be a name that was not easy to remember. Therefore, Zhuang Yan can only call him a pilot.

It can be seen that this pilot has some fear in the face of the sudden appearance, full of mystery of the little prince.

Faced with the little prince's request, he could only take out a piece of paper and a pen and start drawing.

Zhuang Yan didn't wait for him to start painting before he knew what he was going to paint, it was something he drew for adults when he was six years old, a "hat".

Of course, it's not as simple as a "hat", in fact, the painting should be a giant python devouring an elephant, but the adults can't see it, they just think that he is painting a hat.

He drew this picture for the little prince, and the little prince looked at it and waved his hand, "No, no! I don't want a python, it has an elephant in its belly." ”

The pilot was dumbfounded, as if he did not expect that the little prince would be able to see what this painting was. The little prince continued, "The python is too dangerous, and the elephant is too occupied. I live in a very small place and I need a sheep. Draw me a sheep. ”

Then the pilot drew a few sheep for the little prince, but the little prince was not satisfied, either because he was sick or too old......

Until finally, the pilot had no choice, drew him a box, and said to the little prince: "This is a box, and the sheep you want is in it." ”

The pilot was supposed to perfunctory the little prince, but he didn't expect the little guy to smile, "This is exactly what I want......"

Zhuang Yan has read the book, of course he knows what the plot is.

He didn't have to deliberately listen to the conversation between the two, he only focused on the little prince.

Unlike the author's painting, the little prince is actually no different from an ordinary child except for the strange costume.

The little prince's eyes were big and bright, and when he talked to the pilot, all the emotions would burst out of his eyes as he moved.

Happy, disappointed, sad, and expectant, the little prince's eyes are like a big screen, so that people can see what he is thinking from his eyes at once.

At this time, the little prince patted Zhuang Yan's body and asked the pilot: "What is this?"

"It's not a "thing". He can fly, it's an airplane, my plane. ”

I didn't expect that at the beginning of the previous chapter, someone could guess that it was "The Little Prince", I think you guys are very awesome