The junction of autumn and winter is not obvious, but every time the stone wakes up from sleep, the fallen leaves in the woods have an extra layer, and now the woods, the branches are no longer leafy, but extremely cold, only a few sparse leaves, in the branches, with the cold wind blowing and crumbling.

Qing still stubbornly persisted, her body was already on the verge of dying, Shi knew that Qing seemed to be expecting something, unwilling to leave.

The first cold wind in winter blew across this land, taking away thousands of lives, and this sea of flowers can no longer see the color, and the figure of the flying butterfly has no trace.

Suddenly, a gorgeous butterfly flew out of the depths of the woods, spreading its wings and flying towards the stream in the distance.

The butterfly stayed by the stream, and after a while, it followed the way it came, returned to the woods, landed on the edge of a withered yellow leaf, tapped the leaf, and soon there was a crystal clear droplet, which appeared at the root of the leaf, and was absorbed by the branches and leaves for a long time.

The stone heart was a little fixed, and it could feel that after Qing absorbed the water droplets, it regained some vitality, and perhaps, it could support it a little more.

In addition to fetching water, Shi can no longer go anywhere, it can feel that its life, I am afraid that it is coming to an end, it can no longer find anything to eat, in order to save physical strength, but also for that reluctance, it has been waiting by Qing's side all day long.

Butterflies and leaves, accompanied by each other, survived tenaciously in this winter until the first snow fell.

Shi didn't even have the strength to stay, it couldn't support its body, it could only lean on the branch, quietly looking at Qing, it had made up its mind to die with Qing, its life had reached the end, but there was a firm will in its heart, supporting it, to live, to live with Qing.

Shi knew that Qing must be the same, and it smiled at Qing.

Suddenly, a wave of tiredness came up, Shi shivered, looked at the white flying in the sky, smiled, and in its somewhat confused eyes, it seemed to see a large number of flying butterflies, coming towards it.

"Why are these butterflies all white?" Shi slowly closed his eyes with this question.

The body of the stone, in the snow, gradually became stiff, no matter how deep its love is, it cannot cross its reincarnation, and no matter how strong its will is, it cannot change its fate.

Shi, about to die, let its heart have infinite reluctance to Qing, it is just a butterfly after all, a butterfly that can't survive the winter.

Suddenly, the piece that has long been withered and yellow is called the green leaf, there is a cyan light flashing on the surface, along the transmission of the branches, quietly submerged into the butterfly's stiff body, this blue light, there is a faint vitality, this vitality is not much, can roughly barely support the green, and more than ten days or so.

This vitality was infused into Shi's body by Qing without a trace.

If someone can see Ye's expression, they will definitely be able to see the gentleness on Qing's face at this moment, at this moment, in the snow-white and cold world, it turns into the only warmth, this last warmth, Qing gave Shi.

Qing only felt a light body, for the first time, it left the branch that had never left, a gust of wind swept by, bringing Qing floating in the air, towards the distance, Qing exhausted all the strength of the body, it struggled in the wind to look back, and looked at the stone for the last time.

"Perhaps, we can stay together like this in the next life, but in this life, I can only accompany you here. Qing thought silently.

Gradually, the whole world, in Qing's eyes, turned into darkness, but it vaguely seemed to see the familiar colors in this boundless darkness.

The wind swept across the land, carrying away the fallen leaves, and at the same time many fallen leaves, which were carried by the wind to inconspicuous corners, and then, where they were, stayed quietly until the next wind came.

Or, in the course of time, gradually dissolves into nothingness.

When the flowers fall, there are people who bury flowers, but no one asks whether the leaves are alive or dead, which may be the fate of the fallen leaves.

Qing is not unique, it is in the wind, together with many fallen leaves, flying and tossing, this is not actually the dance of leaves, but the dance of the wind, green in a trance, over the sea of flowers, over the plains, over the mountains, over the Daze, it follows the direction of the wind, drifting towards an unpredictable world.

The distance between the blue and the stone is getting farther and farther away.

The once incomparably strong wind has been squandering its strength endlessly, this wind, blowing up layers of waves, also carrying the green, has been flying to the depths of the sea, the wind finally exhausted all its strength, supporting the strength of the green, suddenly disappeared.

Qing slowly floated down, landed on the surface of the sea, a wave hit, and immediately soaked Qing.

A withered yellow leaf, in the boundless sea, rises and falls with the waves, maybe after the next wave hits, the green will sink forever in the depths of the sea, and it will never see the stone again.

This sea is destined to be the end of green.

Qing knew that he could survive in the cold winter, in addition to relying on the support of Shi's daily moisture, that person seemed to have cast some kind of immortal magic on himself, Qing could feel that there was often a warmth in his body to help him resist the cold, Qing seemed to see the meaning of sympathy in that person's eyes.

After that person left, Qing could feel that his consciousness was gradually becoming clear, and it was no longer vague as before, most of the time.

Qing had no regrets, it couldn't watch the stone die in front of its eyes, it remembered what the man had said to it not long ago------ if it wanted to save the stone, it had to sacrifice itself.

Qing knows that the stone will not forget it, just as it will never forget the stone.

It's just that this kind of forgetfulness will now sink to the bottom of the sea with it.

Shi shook its wings slightly, its stiff body, and regained its flexibility, it seemed to have a nightmare, in the dream, it died quietly by Qing's side, and there was a trace of sadness in its heart, although it knew very well that this day would eventually come.

Shi opened his eyes and looked in the direction of Qing, but all it saw was an empty space.

In Shi's heart, it was like thunder and lightning roaring in an instant, and it immediately understood that Qing, had already left.

Grief is like a mountain, it will crush the stone in an instant, its wings are heavy, it looks at the place where the green was originally in disbelief, the stone trembles, in this white snow, it loses the green, and it has no courage to live.

"Qing, where are you?"

Shi's heart kept shouting, it carefully looked at every corner under the tree, there was no trace, the snowflakes fell to the ground, not yet piled up, just turned into a puddle of water, Shi's heart was anxious, it knew that it had to find Qing before the snow covered the ground, otherwise, in this life, it would never be able to see Qing's face again.

Shi Qiang endured the sadness in his heart, waved his heavy wings, and searched back and forth among the woods and flowers, although it knew in his heart that even if it found Qing, it was helpless.

The stone is stubborn, its search range is constantly expanding, it doesn't care about its own fatigue, it keeps flying, and there is already a trace of obsession in its heart-------- it wants to die with Qing.

There are many fallen leaves on the ground, and the shape is different, and some of them have a very similar appearance to the green, and often, the stone rises in the distance, and after flying closer, it turns into a bubble, and this situation has appeared more than a dozen times.

Every time hope appears, in the end, it is a torture, but the stone still keeps flying, flying towards the next place of hope that is unknown whether it is true or false.

The veins of green, the breath of green, the appearance of green, unique, in this world, there can be no more leaves exactly like green, just like the heart of the stone.

In this world, there will be no second butterfly, it will be like Shi's love for Qing.

Shi's heart is sinking little by little, it doesn't give up, it's just worried, even if it tries its best, I'm afraid it's hard to find the green, it knows that the green is gone, it is very likely, it is blown away by the wind, so that the possibility of finding the green is almost non-existent.