Suddenly, Shi smelled an extremely faint breath, its originally dim eyes, suddenly burst into an incomparable brilliance, this breath, it is extremely familiar, it is the breath of green.

The stone sped up the speed of spreading its wings, it flew faster, towards the source of the breath, the stone flew desperately, where it passed, it was the green in the wind, the route it passed, as if there was a force in the dark, guiding the stone, towards the green.

Butterflies are different from birds, even if they fly a long distance, they can not stop and rest in the middle, but the butterfly cannot do it, it must stop in the middle to recover its strength.

Butterflies can't fly in the sea!

Maybe it's because the sea is too big, or maybe it's because even if it flies through the sea, I don't know if what it's looking for is still there.

Shi didn't stop, it knew that this flight would be its last, it had seen the sea, the breath of green came from the sea, Shi knew that once he flew too far into the sea, there would be no chance to return, and its wings could not support it until it was time to return.

For the flying butterfly, there is no difference between fighting fire and water, the common thing between the two is the end of the flying butterfly, but one is turned into ashes in the heat, and the other is forever sinking in a silence, the stone did not look back, it no longer thought about the things behind it, it was like a burning meteor, rushing towards a certain place and never looking back.

The life of a meteor may be to live in someone's eyes at that moment, and with the brilliance of that moment, it is the eternity of the meteor.

Without blue, the life of the stone will be like the meteor that no one sees, dying in silence, no one will miss it, let alone there will be no trace of existence, even in anyone's memory there is no it, no green, its whole life is just a blank.

The corners of the stone's mouth spilled blood, and the blood of the butterfly was not bright red like a person, but a faint cyan, just like the color of the blue and the stone when they first met.

Look at it, like the color of the sky.

This indescribable color, like a flame, directly ignites the entire sea, and the reflection of the stone on the sea surface is incomparably bright, directly illuminating the entire sky.

The blood that the stone spits out is getting more and more, its flight now does not rely on physical strength, but life, it can only continue to fly by burning its few vitality, and gradually approach the green, only the eyes of the stone have remained bright from beginning to end, and suddenly the gaze of the stone instantly froze, falling on an incomparably familiar leaf, that is not green, but who is it?

It's just that Qing is no longer floating on the surface of the water at this moment, but a few inches below the surface of the water, floating up and down, maybe it won't be long before it will completely sink into the sea, Shi Xin felt a pain, it spread its wings, rushed towards the water, it was desperate.

The wings of the butterfly, once stained with water, can still flutter its wings and fly in a small number of circumstances, but if it falls into the water, it is completely impregnated, it is difficult to fly again, and the choice of stone reveals the absolute and bland tragedy.

If the sea is calm, it looks like a piece of jasper from a distance, and it is beautiful, but only by entering the depths of the sea can you truly understand the cruelty of the sea.

For thousands of years, there are countless lives buried in the sea, a butterfly, to the sea, is not even a dime, the life of the stone, in its most glorious moment, in the eyes of the sea, is extremely cheap.

This world has not changed in any way because of Shi's will to die, those who should live will still live, and those who should die will still die.

It's just that in the reincarnation of fate, who let out a silent sigh, this sigh, Shi can't hear it, and Qing can't hear it.

This silent sigh is a sigh for the fate of Shi and Qing, or a sigh for the ruthlessness of reincarnation in this world, or a sigh for a sigh that should not have appeared.

At the moment when Shi resolutely rushed to the sea, Han Shi, who was standing motionless in front of the heart of the turtle beast, had a tear in the corner of his eye slowly condensed, slowly leaving along his cheek, his heart was in the illusion, but his body was not, his tear was not for the fate of Shi, but for himself.

At this moment, he is the butterfly called Shi.

It was the stone that shed tears, not Han Shi.

Who has seen the tears of butterflies, and even if they have seen it, who knows who they are shed for?

Under the surface of the sea, Qing seemed to smile and nodded lightly towards the stone, as if he had lost all his strength, and slowly sank towards the depths of the sea.

The stone hit the sea straight on the surface, with a circle of faint ripples, almost as soon as it appeared, it was swallowed by the surrounding waves, the stone just touched the seawater, there was a lot of buoyancy, supporting the speed of the stone sinking, the stone sank less than half an inch, and then resurfaced, it could not enter the seawater.

This sea water is different from the water of ordinary rivers, the sea water is more buoyant, and the body of the stone, even if it is completely immersed in the seawater, it is difficult to sink.

The stone fluttered its wings frantically, and it saw the sinking figure of Qing, and its eyes, which were originally like paint, also became as red as blood in this incomparable madness, and such eyes, under the reflection of incomparable colors, revealed a trace of heart-pounding evil.

For a long time, Shi was no longer able to wave his wings, it floated quietly on the sea water where Qing sank, his blood-red eyes, staring at the direction of Qing's disappearance, a thick air of death, on its body, reappeared, Shi overdrew its already little vitality, overdrawn, at this time, it was already dying.

Shi hated it, that butterfly tear it shed for Qing, it was ready to give that tear to Qing, but now everything has come to naught.

Butterfly tears, every butterfly only has one chance to shed tears in a lifetime, and only the creatures that make butterflies truly emotional will get butterfly tears.

Some butterflies from birth to death, pursued a lifetime, and did not find the creature that can make them cry, until the end of life has never had tears, such butterflies, life can be described as wasted, once can be contaminated with butterfly tears, that creature, although it can not be immortal, but can instantly understand the mind of the butterfly that shed tears, so that the two minds, at that moment have a chance to communicate.

Shi watched the teardrops, which shone like jewels, gradually melt into the seawater, and his heart was like ashes.

Suddenly, the color of Shi's whole body faded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and turned into a kind of gray, just like the hair color of the young man in green shirt that Shi had seen that day, and the appearance of Shi was like a dead leaf, but Shi's eyes were still blood-red, and it no longer looked under the sea, but looked up at the sky, and its silent eyes seemed to ask why the sky was so kind to it.

Gradually, the stone fell into a trance, and in a blur it saw that Qing had passed on his own vitality to it, and Qing himself had been depleted of life and fell off the branches.

Qing left the hope of life to Shi, and chose to die.

It saw Qing struggling in pain in the wind, passing through one place after another, but Qing was still looking forward to it when he was on the verge of death, looking forward to Shi being able to live, and looking forward to maybe seeing Shi again, even if it was just a glance from a distance, it was also satisfied.

Shi has fully understood Qing's mind, it finally understands, its heart feels an unparalleled happiness, but the next moment, it is a peerless bitterness, completely covering up this happiness, Shi's heart is only left with desperate pain, this pain, even in the blur and trance makes it unbearable, people who have not experienced the pain of Shi, can not understand and can not describe.

This kind of suffering may be the meaning of the existence of samsara.

It's just that if even this life, death and reincarnation can't heal this pain, what is the meaning of fate to Shi?

Perhaps, all this will only slowly fade under the soothing of love, and will there be no more tears in the sky.