I don't know how long I've been asleep.

When he opened his eyes again, he was being dragged from the ground by a force and violently thrown out of the treehouse. Yi Tianlun frowned and touched the half of his fallen wing, as if a bone had been broken, he thought. The treehouse above was shaking slightly, and there was a moaning and roaring sound from inside that he didn't like to hear. Sisha spat out letters at him, her eyes glowing green in the darkness under the trees.

Ranchakra shook his head, ready to lie down under the roots of the tree and sleep again—he always felt that lying down would make his wings develop more slowly, so he didn't like to sleep lying down. However, the sharp pain in the bone above his right wing made it difficult for him to sleep. He endured the pain and moved twice, almost crying out in pain. He didn't want to disturb the good things of that big feather man, he would be killed.

The Heavenly Wheel stood up and walked barefoot in the woods, the mud between his toes soft and comfortable. Thankfully, he was finally able to find a stream to wash his wings. The stream is cool, but the feathers become supple and the mind clear. The wheel of Etian struggled to climb up from the water, knelt on the grass, buried his face in the grass, and breathed greedily the sweet scent of grass.

The whitening light at the top of the mountain looked as if it was brighter than usual. Facing the light, a steep mountain road faintly emerged, and the pines and cypresses climbed thousands of high cliffs in a row. The Celestial Wheel was a little curious, it never seemed to be so bright. Is today a special day? He was going to go in that direction and see what was behind the light. However, he didn't go far before the injury to his wings made him grin in pain. What's going on? Pain was almost the only feeling in the world, and he was bleeding. Drop after drop, red blood soaked the dirt.

Am I going to die? Yi Tianlun thought with interest.

As you climb the cascading rock stairs, you will find some white mushrooms. He paused in a narrow clearing, rubbed the skirt off the mushroom, and swallowed it in his stomach. The wounds from the torn wings had long since frozen in the cold wind. After eating the mushrooms, he was surprised to find that he had climbed for a long time, and the scattered snow covered the struggling saplings and dead grass, and the altitude was very high, almost close to the Aquila Cliff. Why not try flying? It is said that many timid feathered people learned to fly in this way - even Panda. Yi Tianlun thought nostalgically. Panda has always been kind to him, but unfortunately he disappeared a year ago, probably around the time when Fei Ying started to become moody.

In recent years, there have often been feathered people missing in the tribe, and although they don't have many friends, they have heard of it. He tried to imagine the faces of those people, but he seemed to remember only ridicule, ridicule, and attack. He tried his best to please them, only to find that it was not his actions that these people resented, but his presence, and that his misshapen wings were regarded as the evil stars that made life difficult, and that he hated them more than they did, and that he often fantasized that he would wake up one day and become as tall and strong as Huang Sun, and that he could easily break off trees. How nice it would be if he could protect himself, he would no longer have to look at other people's faces and beg for something to eat, he would not have to live a life of fear, and he would not have to worry that he might be beaten to death.

However, every time he woke up, his wings were still short and deformed, like a joke written on his face.

Thinking of this, Yi Tianlun subconsciously touched the wound of his wing. The blood has clotted and the pain has become dull and numb. Yi Tianlun stroked the wound of the right wing with his left hand, and found that a feather fell off at the wound, he couldn't help but scratch it, and the blood scab on the surface fell off, and Yi Tianlun realized that it was not the feather that fell off, but the flesh and blood between the two bones were torn, and something in the middle of the fascia was precariously connected to the broken wing. He endured the sharp pain and bent his wings over, and an ominous sound sounded in his ears, and he almost fainted in pain, only to see that the wings had been torn apart again, and the blood stained the snow under his feet crimson. He knew his wings were broken.

The blood loss made Yi Tianlun's body cold and confused. He had lost hope in his wings, but there was a certain resolute anger burning in his heart. He watched as his wings tore apart little by little, black blood gushing out. Maybe someone would soon find his cooled body on the way to Aquila Cliff, but he didn't care. It may not be bad that his humble life has come to an end, but the world is not good for him.

But it was Sisha who found him, as usual.

The serpent climbed up the steep cliff, and the scales on its belly were scarred by the rocks. It licked the pool of blood at the foot of the Heavenly Wheel and looked at him with blazing eyes.

"Are you waiting for me to die?" Yi Tianlun asked weakly, "Come on, old friend, don't worry......"

But Thissa crawled around him, and suddenly got under him, and lifted him up with incredible force. The muscles of the great snake are so developed that the heavenly wheel cannot resist. He lay on Sisha's back and looked at the snow-capped mountains, and under the sky, purple clouds were surging, and the landscape of the sky was as impermanent as fate.

The Wheel knew they were leaving the cliff, the cold behind them. Nature covered the mountains with frozen soil, but from an unknown entrance, the cold void soil was murmuring, and the rotting rhizomes obscured the land of the serpent.

At the end of this painful road is the inaccessible old baobab forest, which can only be found by the Sisha who walks on the ground, thousands of black snake-like roots form an intricate underground labyrinth, the roots of these baobab trees struggle to seep deeper into the ground, and the sky wheel can see that the space they slipped through was once occupied by a thick root, but it may have begun to rot decades ago, and the remaining nutrients were divided by the rest of the rhizomes. At the same time, a large number of white spider webweeds are fed. The serpent just skated in with the Etienal wheel.

The hole was deep, and the serpent walked faster and faster, and the hole became wider and wider, until the ground became a small bright spot overhead, and it was dark on all sides.

Is this my place of burial? Yi Tianlun thought, the darkness was like an inescapable fate pressing on him, and the slippery muddy water around him wrapped him, making it difficult for him to move.

The serpent wagged its tail in the darkness, and some of the mud was thrown at him, and the heavenly wheel had no strength to dodge, so he could only let it go.

The serpent wagged his tail again.

Etianlun understood, and Thissa was smearing the muddy water on her wounds. Does it want to save itself? I've only heard of pet snakes eating their dying owners, but I've never heard of snakes saving people.

After a while, the pain of the wound subsided, and as he tried to fumble his way, he was pleasantly surprised to find that the bottom of the broken wing was still sentient, and - I don't know if it was an illusion - the right wing seemed to be wider.

The left hand of the Heavenly Wheel touched up along the ulna, and suddenly found that a new structure seemed to have grown between the previously broken ulna and the humerus, and another new bone was attached underneath. The skin that had previously covered it was now shattered, and that was the source of the pain.

The Heavenly Wheel shook off its right wing, and the pain and ecstasy surged at the same time. He realized that he wasn't born with a deformity, but that the missing structure of his wings was covered in a layer of skin. Now he had one intact wing, but with bare bones in the middle. He raised his right hand, stroked the ulna of his left wing, and looked into Sisha's eyes that shone in the dark.

He laughed and tugged hard with his right hand.

Shrill shouts echoed in the valleys of deep winter, in which unyielding pride accompanied the frenzy of life.