Xiaozhi woke up in the sound of Jiang Liu, and he saw Shang Shang'er at first sight. Between the chest, it is unspeakably uncomfortable. He coughed lightly, coughed up another mouthful of blood, and whispered, "He told me not to use it until I was twelve, and it seems to be true." Sister Shang, am I going to die? ”

Tears flowed from Shang Shang'er's blind eyes.

Xiaozhi chuckled, "That's fine, no matter what, I don't have to stab your eyes anymore, and you haven't told you where the 'Dark Turbulent Rock' is." ”

The river around him is like a turbulent river, so rushing and roaring regardless of all the sadness in the world. Is there such a rapid turbulence of the undercurrent in 'dark turbulent rock', 'dark turbulent rock', 'dark turbulent rock'? And what, what is a rock that can not move in this rushing turbulence? Shang Shang'er looked at Xiaozhi and knew that no matter how much she lied to comfort her, she was afraid that she would not be able to keep this little life. She gently stroked Xiaozhi's head, "Tell my sister, what do you want in the end?" ”

Xiao Zhi opened his eyes and looked at the darkening sky by the river, really, what did he want?

Shang Shang'er's face became firm, and she suddenly gritted her teeth - she was to face the nine responsibilities and nine punishments of the 'Dark Turbulent Rock', she would never see the light of day in this life, she would also save him, and she would too.

But here it was a chance, and she stared nervously at his mouth and asked, "What do you want?" ”

If the rapids of life are flowing around you, if the storm of the world has swept away everything you can hold in your life, what do you want at the end?

The little boy looked at the sky for the last time, and then there was an endless night. At night, will all the ultimate dreams come true? He knew that this was his last wish. His eyelids became heavier and heavier, and when he finally closed those eyes that were so pure and childish, he muttered in a low voice, and Shang Shang'er put his ear to his lips before he could barely hear—

There were only three vague words in Xiaozhi's mouth: "I want to ...... Fly ......"

The river language under the shore flew away, and what was carried away was a child's little life and his purity. The boy said in the last river the greatest hope of his life:

I-want to-fly--

Life is like a flail, and flying is a dream. The last wish of a child in the river turned out to be to flutter his thin arms and fly in this tired world......